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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
Bonus Round 3: FSTs
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!
This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T
Above them, the midday sun beats down relentlessly. It's their sixth day out here, and they've been working the last patch of footpath all morning. Kuroo wipes the sweat from his brow, shading his eyes.
He should probably call for a break, let the crew off for lunch. But he's a little loathed to do anything that might disturb this impromptu view.
Across the road, Bokuto is armed with a shovel, a pair of hardwearing pants and frankly, not much else.
Kuroo can see the way his muscles bunch under his skin, tightening as Bokuto shovels another load of shattered concrete out of the old footpath and onto the wheelbarrow. It's hard to miss the way tanned skin stretches across his back, faintly glistening with sweat that collects and runnels down the valley of Bokuto's spine.
It's-- well, it's a nice sight. Anyone can appreciate a hard-working man, after all.
"Huh, Bokuto took off his shirt. Ain't that an OH and S problem, boss?"
Kuroo jolts, turns to the side to see Tanaka crouched at the back of the pickup truck, squinting out from under his hard hat. He shakes his head distractedly, turns back to stare across the street. Tanaka whistles, a sharp wolf-whistle that carries through the air loud and clear. "Oi, Bokuto. Looking good!"
Bokuto glances up, grins at them both and salutes. Kuroo is captivated by the flex of his forearms.
"Ryuu, I need another sack of concrete! We're nearly out here--"
Tanaka jumps out of the truck, hollers "Coming!" before he heaves up a bag of concrete with a grunt.
"Use the trolley," Kuroo says automatically, eyes still fixed on Bokuto. "OH and S, y'know Old Nekoma's gonna throw fit if we have another person file for compo."
It earns him a squint, and Kuroo blinks in confusion before he processes his words and hurriedly waves a confused Tanaka away. Kuroo wipes his forehead again, irritably.
It's really too hot today.
It's a council job this week; break up the old concrete lining the side walk of this busy road, set the pins for the new slabs of concrete and fill 'em in. How to make a footpath in a few easy steps.
Well it would've been, if they hadn't gotten stuck on the first step.
"You know how to handle a pneumatic drill?" Kuroo asks dubiously. He's not sure what to make of Bokuto's response -- a hand wave that borders on something that looks suspiciously like a shrug.
"Man, how hard can it--" Bokuto snaps his mouth shut at the look on Kuroo's face, and wisely backtracks. "I did it before. Promise. Was part of my apprenticeship training, dude, no worries. It's like riding a bicycle right?"
"You can't ride a bicycle," Kuroo counters. Awful balance, weighs too much for his own body mass, has one testicle heavier than the other-- who knows, Bokuto's excuses border between infamous and downright ridiculous.
But Bokuto just slaps Kuroo over the shoulder, and cheerfully tells him, "'s matter of principle. I got lots of principles. Don't worry."
Kuroo worries. A lot.
"So you're good with the mixer right? Done this before?"
Kuroo has never seen a guy puff up so fast. Has never been given a stink eye so bad. "You questioning how how I do my job?" Tanaka growls. He lays a hand on the mixer, crusted with old cement. It creaks faintly.
"Just doing my job," Kuroo says, holding up his hands. "Gotta know I've got reliable concreters in the crew y'know."
Not his fault that Old Nekoma decided to hire outside help for this job, after Yaku and Lev had filed for workplace injuries. Something about inappropriate use of a cement mixer; he doesn't like to think too hard on it.
There two, he's not so sure about though. One of them is perched on the mixer (is that safe, Kuroo wants to ask; he really has a lot more questions than answers at this point), eyeballing him silently. And Tanaka jabs a thumb at his own chest and growls, with a faint note of pride, "You won't find more workers more reliable than us."
"Yup," agrees the mixer guy. "We'll get the job done, count on it."
Kuroo shrugs, marks off his clipboard and walks away.
He pretends not to hear the whispers behind him, of "Dude, Ryuu, you were so cool back then--" and "Nah, shit man did you hear your line? Epic-- we'll get the job done--"
By the third day, all Kuroo manages to conclude is that comparatively, Tanaka and Noya know a helluva lot more about mixing concrete, than Bokuto knows about pneumatic drills.
Bokuto knows jack about pneumatic drills.
("Fuck, my teeth still feel like they're vibrating," Bokuto says. He holds his hands out in front of him. "Dude, I'm shaking. Can you see it? I'm shaking."
There's a faint tremor to Bokuto's hands, even as he lifts them up to scrutinise in the blinding sunlight. Kuroo fights the urge to massage the bridge of his nose. This better not get back to Old Nekoma; this is the last time Kuroo listens to Bokuto about principles.
"Look, you can probably feel it--"
...actually, nevermind. This principles thing comes with some pretty good perks.)
Fourth day finds them laying down the concrete for the second section of the footpath. They've already marked out where the wooden pegs go, to align the concrete slabs.
Turned out that Noya had been the best option for that job. Kuroo's really gotta commend that work ethic.
"Absolute precision," Noya had insisted, arms folded across his chest and feet planted wide on the back of the pickup truck. "Get the job done right, or don't get it done at all."
Tanaka had wiped an imaginary tear, and Bokuto nodded along firmly, as if he wasn't the reason Kuroo had had to find a more reliable person to measure out the positions of the wooden pegs in the first place.
Kuroo orders Noya off the pickup truck when Bokuto tries to scramble up alongside him, and gets labelled a spoilsport for his trouble. It earns him three pointed glares for the rest of the day, when he tells them to stop with the impassionate speeches and get with pouring the actual concrete.
He wonders if a mutiny is on the horizon and texts Kenma about it. Kenma's response is predictable and grim.
you probably deserve it anyway
"Last trip to the yard, who's free to come with?" Bokuto yells, several decibels louder than usual. It's only the second day, but Kuroo suspects that the pneumatic drill has done a bit of a number on Bokuto's hearing. "I'm hauling off the last of the old concrete, gonna need help unloading it."
"Yo," Tanaka waves, hands Noya the shovel and jogs over to them. "I need a break anyway."
"Hey!" Bokuto says, punching his shoulder. Shouts more like, and Tanaka winces. "Let's go, CAT truck is ready."
Is this a good idea, Kuroo wants to ask, but it's too late-- they hop into the truck, and pull out onto the road. Thank god Bokuto's driving skills are better than his drilling skills. Marginally. Depends what kind of drilling, probably.
At least he can probably rely on Tanaka to keep Bokuto from doing any ridiculous stunts. Might not be a good idea to send them off together, but it can't be that bad of an idea.
Famous last words, Kuroo realises later, when the pair come back looking oddly subdued. But there's a new air of camaraderie between them and hey, that's probably good right.
Kuroo gives Noya a sideline, questioning look and Noya just shrugs back at him, and feeds another sack of concrete mix into the mixer. It's becoming obvious that they're probably the more sensible out of their respective duos; if it works, it works.
Sounds like another one of Bokuto's principles to be honest.
It's not until late afternoon, when Kuroo can't seem to find Bokuto or Tanaka anywhere, that he peers into the driver's seat of the backhoe loader CAT truck and freezes.
Bokuto and Tanaka stare up at him, red-faced, a gravure magazine held between them and opened up to the centrefold where a pretty, dark-haired girl was tipping her glasses forward to stare disdainfully into the camera lense. One of those ah, special magazines then.
"What are you, teenagers?" Kuroo groans, as he reaches in to yank the magazine away from them. Then blinks when he finds clipout, dangling in front of his face. Takes it slowly, and stares. "Huh," he says.
Kuroo thumbs over the outline of the fireman, hands hooked into the low-slung waistband of his heavy pants. He waves the clipout idly. "Gimme the source and we finish today early."
"--so I was like, Konoha, dude, you gotta set me up with that hot contractor that came down to the yard yesterday. The one with the sex hair and permanent bedroom eyes-- oi. What's Tanaka doing?"
Kuroo takes another bite out of his sandwich, slouches back against the driver seat of the CAT truck. Lunch breaks get longer the closer they get to getting the job done. Perks of being the foreman. "Probably fooling around with Noya, who knows."
"Actually fooling around?" Bokuto asks, suddenly sitting up, and Kuroo throws his scrunched up sandwich bag at him.
"Nah. I dunno. What are they doing?"
"Dude, just look--"
Kuroo cranes his head to peer out the side of the CAT truck, out past where Bokuto is pointing. They'd set up the warning stands, the bright yellow and black ones, around the concrete drying on the new footpath, and Tanaka and Noya had elected to roll out a strip of tape they'd found in the back of the pickup truck. Why not, Kuroo had thought, as he waved at them to go ahead.
"Are those...?" Bokuto shields his eyes. Takes another bite of his sandwich. "'ose rows?"
"What?"
Bokuto swallows, jerks his head in their direction. "Looks like crows."
Sure enough, Kuroo squints harder and spots a few large, black birds perched in the trees lining the side of the road. One of them caws, ominously, spreads its wings and--
"Ah. They're landing on the concrete," Kuroo comments. He pops the last of his sandwich into his mouth and chews.
From across the road, they hear Tanaka's voice, with a touch of despair, "Noya, you've gotta help me. They're not going away."
(It's not until Tanaka rips off his shirt and pinwheels his arms that Bokuto seems to take pity on them, yells "Oi, lemme have a go!" and bounds over to the CAT truck.
"What--" Kuroo manages, before Bokuto shoves his shoulder and says, "Hey, budge up--" before leaning across the driver's seat and stretching out--
Kuroo barely gets to clap his hands over his ears before a resounding honk sounds through the air. He re-enters the auditory world to the sound of Bokuto hollering in victory, while Tanaka whoops loudly.
Noya just salutes Bokuto with an air of new found respect, and Kuroo wonders if he should add this to a handy list of team building exercises.)
Kuroo rakes across the wet concrete one last time, leaving gouging patterns that match the length of the new footpath and straightens up. "Well done team," he calls, as he waves them down. "Pack up, head home. Job's done."
It's claps all around. Noya and Tanaka wash down their mixer while Bokuto watches on with great interest, and Kuroo loads the rest of their tools into the back of the pickup truck.
He's a great foreman, and it's been a decent week with a decent crew, Kuroo thinks, with a small measure of fondness. Maybe he'll take them out to dinner.
(They inspect the length of the footpath before they go, like all good tradesmen. No crow footprints, but on their second round, Noya discovers a cat pawprint.
There's a solitary cat pawprint sitting right in the middle of one concrete slab and Kuroo stares at it for longer than he should. Tanaka jogs up along the stretch of footpath, searching for other prints that have tarnished their handiwork.
Kuroo just stares.
How the fuck did it get there? And where are the rest of the footprints? -- are some of the question he'd like to ask, but as his luck would have it, he only gets Bokuto's brand of wisdom.
Which consists of a pat on the shoulder, and a sagely voice telling him, "It's a mystery, bro. A mystery," before Bokuto adds, as an afterthought,
"Least we go the job done," and Kuroo smacks him across the arm.)