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Bonus Round 1: AUs
SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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!
fill: team grandstand, g
Other Tags: none
Word Count: ~1600
author's notes: the move oikawa does at the beginning of this is one i saw micah christenson do when he was still playing college volleyball at usc. i had hoped to link to a video of it, but couldn't find one on youtube or anywhere else. my words really don't do it justice here, alas.
***
The pass, if that valiant and desperate attempt by one of their outside hitters to keep the ball in play could truly be called a pass, is going to go out. Oikawa can tell as the ball reaches the pinnacle of its arc; everyone can tell—players on both sides of the court, refs, even the wildly cheering and groaning audience—but Oikawa is the one who isn't going to let that happen.
He ducks under the net without touching it, leaps over the opponents' side of the court at the corner and lands in neutral out-of-bounds territory, spins and punches the ball with his palm, sending it over the net.
It hits the floor on the opposite side, untouched.
The refs signal: point, Japan.
The array of overhead screens are showing the replay but Oikawa doesn't look up as he goes into the team huddle, all grins.
That kill has gotten them to match point. One point away from winning their first match in the Olympic games.
Serve—return—dig.
The ball shoots up from their libero's dig, but it feels like it's soaring in slow motion right to Oikawa and he knows his set will be perfect, knows Ushijima will spike it for the kill—
15-13, japan in five sets.
Oikawa turns his most brilliant smile on the world, shining it even brighter than the flurry of popping flashes from the spectators and assembled media. He's still smiling as he goes into the huddle, this one more of a group hug, the thrill of the win shared through touch, any words lost to the roar of the home crowd.
When the victory huddle breaks up, Oikawa tilts his face up again, his smile a display of feathers no peacock could flourish more proudly. Theirs was the last match of the day and Oikawa idles as the crowd filters out, smiling for the last photos, smiling for everyone still looking.
He's not the only player remaining on the court. He turns as Ushijima comes up to him. "That play," Ushijima starts.
Oikawa cuts him off before Ushijima can lay into him about unnecessary showmanship on the court. "That play got us to match point."
"It was amazing," Ushijima says.
Oikawa has never known Ushijima to deploy sarcasm, but there's a first time for everything. He preens in spite of and because of it. "I know."
He holds the gaze evenly as Ushijima continues looking at him. "I liked it," Ushijima says, his expression as earnest as his tone.
Oikawa recovers from his surprise without even batting an eyelash, smiles more widely, and says, "It wasn't too flashy for you?"
Ushijima shakes his head. "It wasn't. I told you: it was amazing." His tone is solid instead of impatient at having to repeat himself, but before Oikawa can dwell on that, Ushijima says, "But I meant your face. I like when you get that look. Like you're happy, and better than everyone else."
"You like that?" Incredulity takes over for a moment; then Oikawa grins, the curl to his lips different from the one he had on before. "Everyone else calls me an asshole for it."
Ushijima bends to pick up the volleyball at his feet. "I think Iwaizumi likes it too, even if he doesn't say so."
The blush is too fast for Oikawa to stop entirely, but he controls it quickly enough that by the time Ushijima straightens, ball palmed easily in his left hand, the sudden color is only lingering at his edges.
If Ushijima notices, he doesn't say anything. He raises his hand, the ball going upside down as his palm turns, but still held securely in the comfortable splay of his fingers. "One hundred and one hundred?"
Oikawa nods. They've been doing this ever since they made the Olympics team, when Ushijima asked him to set for one hundred spikes after that first dreamt-of practice. Ushijima has continued to ask him for it after every qualifying game on their way to the Olympics, and now it seems he's going to want it here even at the Olympics itself.
It's not that Oikawa doesn't respect the dedication, not that he doesn't put in extra work himself—but Ushijima has natural talent, the kind that doesn't need this level of extra work in order to excel. "Steph Curry used to take shots until he made one hundred after every team practice," Ushijima had said when Oikawa asked him about it. Oikawa couldn't tell whether that was inspiration or justification, but the more he thought it about it, the less he felt the distinction really mattered.
So they continued to do a hundred spikes after every practice, after every game. Then one time, Ushijima asked if Oikawa would like to do a hundred sets as well—"I could toss to you."
It had caught Oikawa off-guard in more ways than one. "Wouldn't that be too much?" he'd finally settled on saying.
Ushijima had shaken his head. "I have a lot of adrenaline, even after practice. Too much."
It's the same for Oikawa, and he'd nodded. "Counter too much with too much." He'd grinned. "All right, then."
And so, for weeks now, after every team practice, after every game, it's been the two of them: one hundred tosses and sets, one hundred sets and spikes.
After the last one today, they gather up the balls from the other side and drop them in the bin for the official equipment managers, who have been so far indulgent of these extra practice sessions. As they're walking to the locker room, Oikawa, with his flawless sense for such things, feels Ushijima looking at him. He turns, grin at the ready, wit about to roll off his tongue—
But Ushijima is quicker: "That look is gone now." He holds the gaze Oikawa has turned on him for a beat, then looks forward. "This was a good practice. You should feel good about it."
Oikawa does feel good about it; they're getting better and better, not just individually but as a combo; the sweet pass Ushijima sent him in the fourth set took everyone by surprise—everyone except Oikawa himself, of course—and it was the turning point, the key to getting them back in the match, taking that fourth set and forcing a fifth. And it was all because of practices like this one.
His brow furrows, knowing Ushijima is not so thick he doesn't realize it himself—isn't that why they've putting in all these hours of practice above and beyond, after all—so is it that he's fishing for a compliment? He doesn't seem the type... but Ushijima has always had a certain regard for him, and Oikawa keeps praise for others closely guarded—so maybe, strange as it seems to Oikawa, it just might be possible that Ushijima needs such words from him right now, in the wake of the first victory and as they prepare for the next match on the way to Olympic gold.
"What does it take," Ushijima says, still looking forward as he comes to a stop, his voice low even for him, and Oikawa feels more certain he knows where this is heading now. Maybe he wouldn't have done it two months ago, or even two weeks ago before they arrived at the Olympics Village for the first time, but he's prepared now to give Ushijima a word, more than one, of praise.
"What does it take,' Ushijima turns to him, "to put that look on your face?"
The grin Oikawa has been wearing slips off. "What—"
"I like that look." Ushijima steps in; Oikawa holds his ground. "I want to be the one to put it there. To make you feel happy and better than everyone."
Ushijima's face is perfectly sincere. He's always sincere, but Oikawa has never seen his face from this close up, he's never seen the perfection until now.
He knows it's coming, even before he feels it, Ushijima's hands cradling his face, palm snug to his jaw, fingers splayed along his neck; he knows it's coming even before he feels the touch of breath, the touch of lips... he never knew—no, some part of him has known for a while now how much he's wanted this, and he lets the want surface now, opens himself to want, opens his mouth—
The touch he's expecting, Ushijima's tongue, doesn't come. Oikawa isn't sure, but he thinks maybe Ushijima doesn't know how to kiss. The thought causes a surge in him: Oikawa can't believe how much he wants to teach Ushijima; his lashes flutter and a soft sound he doesn't even try to stop comes out of him. He pulls back, hands tightening on Ushijima's shoulders just enough so that Ushijima will understand he's not pulling away.
This time when his lashes flutter, Oikawa lets his eyes open. He's not surprised that their gazes meet, and wonders if Ushijima kissed him open-eyed. "Put your tongue in my mouth this time," Oikawa says. Ushijima nods. Oikawa swallows and closes his eyes and parts his lips, and this time when Ushijima kisses him, he slips his tongue in, and the touch is so delicate—Oikawa would be surprised at the delicacy, if Ushijima hadn't floated him that beautiful pass today.
He doesn't say anything when they part this time. Oikawa lets his hands slip from Ushijima's shoulders to his own side. Ushijima's hand lingers on Oikawa's face a moment longer.
"This is a different look from that one," Ushijima says, studying Oikawa's face as he takes his hand back.
Even without looking in the mirror, Oikawa knows; he feels the truth of it.
"I like it," Ushijima decides.
Oikawa does too, and kisses him again.
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AAAAAA
their kiss !!!!!! oh man i was screaming when ushi grabbed his face and when oikw was like put ur tongue in my mouth oh man OH MAN
(also as a massive fan of ushioiiwa the slight mention of iwa chan was ,,, my jam)
TYSM for this ghjdfhjh i didn't think anyone would fill this prompt T0T
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and! ushioiiwa! is this a thing? suddenly i need this... *goes hunting on ao3*
(thank you for the perfect prompt!)
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and yeah ushioiiwa is a thing! I'd just be careful about the ao3 tag because most of it is cheating iwaoi fics orz
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