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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-05-28 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 1: AUs

AUs

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


This popular round is back once again! To begin this year's SASO, we encourage you to let your mind run wild with alternate ideas and settings.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES
  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
    • 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., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
  • Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.


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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
mondegreened: (ZONE)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-30 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro &/ Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: self-indulgence

Prompt: the one where Himuro and Mayuzumi play on the same university basketball team.
cherrysalmon: (Default)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-05-31 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: swearing, friends-with-benefits (?), ??plot??, some angst. also an example of mayuzumi chihiro Trying To Be A Good Senpai, Really, He's Trying
Word Count: 1,099

full offense why did this prompt happen to me
think of this as like, post-canon college au, also feel free to guess which uni i put them in lmao

***


Chihiro likes to spend his lunchtime on the rooftop, a habit he’d kept with him into college. It’s easier finding quiet, deserted spots here, if you know how to look for them, with the added bonus of lowering the probability of being found by pesky teammates.

Not that that entirely stops them. Chihiro’s only on the third page of his newest acquisition when he hears the door creak open, breaking the once blissful silence.

“Practice’s not until three,” he says automatically.

“I’m not here to nag you on your form,” Tatsuya replies. Chihiro doesn’t bother looking up as he listens to the approaching footsteps, his mind already wandering away from the contents of his novel. It’s no use dwelling on the inevitable.

“Why do I even bother,” he says, reaching out to grab Tatsuya by the arm.

-

Practice is uneventful, punctuated by the unending chants of “we gotta beat Tokai this year” and groans from the first-years. The Intercollegiate is less than two months away; they’ve got a good team this year, a great team even, coming back in the face of the loss they’d sustained last year. To Chihiro, that’s all background.

He hadn’t come to here for basketball in the first place. It had been the competitive computer science program that’d wooed him, and he’d gotten good enough scores on the entrance exams to be smug about being here. And yet here he is, sucked back into basketball after less than a year of avidly (in his mind, anyway) trying to avoid it. All things considered, it’s not actually that bad.

Though it had come with its own set of annoyances.

“Oh, of course that’s why. I didn’t know you went for the pretty ones, Chi-chan,” Reo had called him (how the fuck had he even gotten Chihiro’s new number?) about a month ago, before school had started. “If I’d known that in high school—“

He’d hung up after that (and had gotten a slightly reprimanding text from Akashi later on. Figures.)

It’s simple, he tells himself. Basketball. He just wants to stay in shape. Playing sports is a luxury he won’t have anymore once he’s set loose into the real world of long office hours and shitty pay. But when he looks up from the sidelines at the figure breaking out from the pile of bodies guarding him, the perfect curve of a three-pointer cleaving through the air, the coach’s whistle signaling the end of the game as it lands neatly inside the hoop, well.

It’s not that simple.

-

Chihiro still isn’t sure what they are. Fuckbuddies? Friends with benefits? Are they even friends—the thought sometimes crosses his mind when he’s standing in line at Sukiya waiting for takeout, or when he’s blanking out at the lines of code filling his screen. They hang out sometimes after practice, eat together, mostly in quiet. Tatsuya is pleasant to look at and alright to talk to, slightly less annoying than Chihiro’s ex-teammates; not that any of that lets Chihiro forget what he saw at the Winter Cup three years ago.

It’s strange because he knows Tatsuya has other buddies, other people and mutual sort-of acquaintances he probably cares about way more than Chihiro on top of schoolwork and club activities, but he still makes time to meet. Sometimes Chihiro wonders if Tatsuya only puts up with him by virtue of proximity. If that’s true, Chihiro doesn’t blame him. But.

They haven’t gotten into any real altercations yet, which surprises him. Probably because neither wants to talk about this, make clear the lines between them—whatever they are. That day will come sooner or later, Chihiro supposes, not that it makes him feel any differently about the situation.

Maybe if they would talk, that would change.

(But he doesn’t know if he’d like that.)

-

What he does notice is Tatsuya getting increasingly antsy, less composed around him, the closer it gets to the championship. He’s still the same on the court—vice captain this year, in charge of keeping the kids in check while Coach and the captain go over their plays. Nothing to suggest anything’s wrong at all.

After re-watching the championship game from last year for what feels like the 50th time they’re driven hard that day, a rainy Friday afternoon. By the end of it Chihiro feels like he’s apt to pass out on the pavement walking back to his dorm. What’s the use of this, he thinks as he looks up at the shitty weather, taking out his umbrella—he’s sure he’d be sitting out most of the games anyway.

Then he hears someone cough quietly behind him. “Yeah?”

“I forgot my umbrella.”

Chihiro sighs. “Smooth. Come here.”

Tatsuya doesn’t say much as Chihiro walks him back, their bodies shoved close together as the incessant rain continues to pour down. They’re living in the same building this year, though on different floors; Chihiro makes a face as he shakes the remaining water off his umbrella at the door. “Ugh, this weather.”

“Thanks for that.”

“Really,” Chihiro says, leaning over; there’s nobody to see them anyway. Both of them are sopping wet—you can’t really shove two six-feet-tall boys under a tiny umbrella and expect them not to be. Tatsuya tastes like salt, and something else—Chihiro doesn’t look up from the kiss, but he can feel Tatsuya’s hand on his back tighten.

Oh.

Why is this happening to me, Chihiro thinks, but really, he’s the one who’d gotten himself into this situation. As much as he hates to admit it. He pulls Tatsuya closer, pulling them into the corner where other people would be less likely to stumble upon them. The ring Tatsuya always wears is warm against his skin. Feeling it brings something to the back of his mind—the buzzer sounding, echoes across the court.

Of course.

“Last year wasn’t your fault,” he murmurs. Some part of him wants to smack Tatsuya. And himself—there’s not much he could say, is there? He knows this feeling too. So Chihiro just stands there, leaning the folded umbrella against the wall, holding him.

When they finally break apart there is nothing in Tatsuya’s eyes that would suggest tears, save the faint traces of red around his eyes that Chihiro isn’t even sure is there. The ripples smooth across his face until there is nothing left but his usual expression, inscrutable, beautiful.

“We’ll do better this year.”

“Yeah?” It would be a lie to say he’s not relieved, but Chihiro lets himself break a small smile as he picks up the umbrella once more. “Can’t do that with a cold. Let’s go inside.”
Edited 2017-05-31 17:10 (UTC)
mondegreened: (ZONE)

Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-31 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
oh my goddDDDDDDdddddd rolls around in this

tbh you write like one of the best mayuzumi voices i've ever SEEN it's offensive
cherrysalmon: (Default)

Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-05-31 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
dfhksdjfs that is...high praise...thank u;;; i'm glad you liked it!!
kiyala: (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-05-31 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 537

***

Standing in the gymnasium for the second year in a row, Chihiro thinks to himself that he must really hate himself. University basketball is time-consuming, in a way that high school basketball wasn't. It's not just that they have practice in the mornings and afternoons, but it's something that he needs to work into his own schedule now. There's no one else figuring it out for him and it's his responsibility to get his significant amount of coursework done, while keeping up with his individual practice, while also showing up to team practice.

That said, his third year at Rakuzan was probably still more demanding, in its own way. He just doesn't understand why he lacks the good sense to have walked away when he had the chance. Instead, he's here. For the second year in a row. He just wants to find a corner of the campus where no one else is going to find or bother him, so he can read.

The first years are lined up, ready to join the team, and there are familiar faces from his career in high school basketball. Players who have doubtlessly forgotten him by now, who never took notice of him in the first place, that being his entire purpose in the team and all.

There's one who is staring right at him and it makes Chihiro's skin crawl a little. There's an intensity to the gaze, but it isn't quite reminiscent of Akashi. It lacks the power for that, but it's commanding in its own way. Just one visible eye, the other hidden behind a sleek curtain of black hair, and Chihiro looks away with a quiet sigh, wondering if he somehow has something about him that makes him stand out to people with weird eyes. A curse, maybe.

"I'm Himuro Tatsuya," the first year introduces himself at the first chance he gets, standing in front of Chihiro. He extends a hand. "I still remember you from the Winter Cup final two years ago."

"Congratulations," Chihiro replies dryly, and does not shake his hand.

Himuro smiles, not looking the least bit bothered as he lets his hand fall back down to his side. "You must really like basketball, if you're playing it here too."

"Not particularly," Chihiro replies. He wants to reply that he just doesn't have any sense, but he can already imagine the knowing smile that will curve Himuro's lips if he does, and he's getting annoyed just thinking about it. "You must really hate yourself, if you're playing basketball here instead of a university that can get you a recommendation to a professional team."

The smile Himuro is wearing freezes in place and his visible eye goes as cold as ice. "I guess so."

It's not the answer Chihiro was expecting, and it's not one that he's prepared for. He coughs awkwardly, looking away. "Anyway. Welcome to the team, or whatever you were waiting for me to say."

He's walking away when Himuro clears his throat.

"Do you want to be a shadow again?"

Chihiro freezes in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder with a frown. "With what light?"

Himuro's smile grows, and it almost feels like a threat. "I guess you'll find out."
mondegreened: (Default)

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-31 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
eheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEH