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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!
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 the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
- The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
- Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
- The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
- Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
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 HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: alcohol/drinking
Word Count: 889
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Aomine used to think he was better off alone. Some mildly traumatic middle school years might do that to a guy, convinced by what seemed like the whole world that no one else could keep up with him, and resigned to the reality that he'll be lonely at the top or wherever else he finds himself when all's been said and done. He hadn't been happy about it—he'd been pretty fucking miserable, actually—but it wouldn't be a lie to say he hadn't exactly been looking for ways to change things. Contentment is a stretch; surrender is closer to the truth.
He'd see the light or whatever soon enough, blinded by Kagami's brilliance and reduced to tears by Tetsu's resilience, but that had mostly been about his basketball ennui and not his propensity towards loneliness. It wasn't just his skill that set him apart, and one can even say that's the part with an easy fix. It's also that he can be a massive asshole, and he can't really blame anyone for not wanting to deal with that. No one can make him shape up but himself, as much as he's grateful to Satsuki for attempting.
The solution is something he hadn't anticipated, but shouldn't have been much of a surprise considering fate's sense of humor: he just had to meet someone as difficult as he was.
Enter one Himuro Tatsuya in all his poker-faced, pent-up glory, Aomine's opposite in basketball but his mirror in most other things. Sure, he doesn't have Himuro's wit, and he's not much of a tease, but they both have a tendency to be a defensive fuck, or to say awful shit they don't really mean. For all intents and purposes, they shouldn't work, but they do, because Aomine, for once in his life, has found someone who makes him want to try, and he likes to think Himuro feels the same.
So being in love's a real treat and all, but it's done horrors for his independence. He's not better off alone but times like this he wishes he was, because then he wouldn't feel like crawling into an early grave from how much he misses the asshole when he goes abroad. It's never too long, not for a reasonable person, but Aomine is the farthest thing from that, and the distance only makes it worse.
Makes him get drunk on cheap beer and drunk-dial Himuro, international charges be damned; makes Aomine jack off on the sheets that still smell like him as Himuro croons nonsense in his ear, voice going straight to Aomine's dick even without the vulgarities.
But all that's almost understandable—he always did think with his lower regions more than his brain. He has no excuse, however, for the calendar he uses to mark each day Himuro's away; none at all for the piece of paper on which he scribbles an approximation of Himuro's name, because he isn't one for traditional romance but maybe can manage at least this.
With bravado in one hand and the sign in the other, he heads to the airport on the day the calendar marks as Himuro's arrival, and waits, impatiently, for a familiar face to stand a head taller than most of the crowd.
He's ready for this, he thinks, as the flights' other passengers start filing out of the terminal, each stranger pulling tight at the knot in his stomach.
He's ready for this, because Himuro's made him suffer long enough.
He's ready for this, he tells himself, to compensate for the fact he's not, because nothing could've prepared him for the way Himuro's eyes light up across the room when they meet his own, for the way Himuro starts to walk faster without bothering to hide his excitement, for the way Himuro nearly trips over his own suitcase because he can't look away from Aomine.
Aomine's still snickering when Himuro finally reaches him, and they don't kiss or hug like Aomine imagined they would. Instead, Himuro's swatting him away, head bowed with rare embarrassment.
"I don't see you for two months, and the first thing you do is laugh at me? Asshole," says Himuro, though he doesn't sound far from laughing himself. Aomine winds down to a grin, stepping closer to wrap his arms around Himuro from behind.
"You missed me," he says, chin on Himuro's shoulder, lips close enough that he's kissing Himuro's cheek when he speaks.
"Don't make me bring up your booty calls," warns Himuro, and then something catches his eye when he glances down. "What's this?"
Aomine had completely forgotten about the sign, now crumpled in his palm from the force of his happiness. He's quick, but not quick enough to pocket it before Himuro steals it from his fingers, smoothing out the paper, and then it's his turn to snicker.
"Aw, Daiki."
"Shut up."
"You even wrote it in English."
"I said—ugh." He groans into Himuro's neck, face hot and hotter still when Himuro turns around and Himuro takes it between his hands. This time, they do kiss, no less soft for its brevity when they break apart.
"I did miss you," says Himuro, right in front of everyone in the airport and what seems like the the whole world, and then Aomine's kissing him again, the taste of it sweeter after so much time spent alone.