#competitive sport au

[inazumaneko]

“With the upcoming NTFL season on the rise, let’s interview the R.E.D support trio on the legacy they carry!”

Whoo! Finally finished this, I really wanted to make a magazine cover. It’s surprisingly harder than it looks LMAO

I know they’re finalized designs aren’t out yet but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been a bit slow getting the sponsorships and logos put on, so in the meantime I may just make stuff like this as I avoid the things that actually need to be done for this au

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[pucksandpower]

… and so it continues.

The way that Williams Racing has nearly completely lost the lovable underdog reputation they have carefully cultivated over the last few seasons in record time needs to be studied.

[whatwooshkai]

Gibt mir 9!! (Love these btw)

Something is wrong.

There's a weird noise coming from Chase's engine. His shoulders are scrunched to his audials and his finials are pinned back, his optics screwed shut.

But the weirdest part is no one seems to be paying him any mind.

Cody taps the side of Boulder's helm from where he's perched on their shoulder, pulling their attention away from Blades and Heatwave's ping pong game. "What's wrong with Chase?" he asks, pointing to the bot in question, who makes a weird cross between a squeak and a whine.

"Oh! Wait," Boulder claps their hands together as the game rises in ferocity behind them. "You guys have a word for it. He's- uh-"

Suddenly, Chase's plating flaps as air rushes out of all his vents, and his siren gives a WHOOP! on his back. Everything in a ten foot radius rustles with the force of it, and Chase drops his shoulders, clearly feeling some kind of relief.

It kind of looks like... "Sneezing?" Cody guesses.

"Yes, that was it!" Boulder claps their hands together. "That-"

"SCORE!" Heatwave shouts behind them.

"NO! THAT WAS OUT OF BOUNDS!" Blades shouts back. Heatwave grabs the ball from the floor and throws it at Blades, who lets it bounce off his forehead with wide optics. "BOULDER!" he suddenly yells, grabbing onto their arm. "It was my point! Tell him!"

"Quit hiding and tell me yourself!"

In the background, Chase's engines hiccup as he prepares for another sneeze.

[kacievvbbbb]

Watching Dressrosa and seeing Zoro watch Luffy's colosseum battle on the screen I was suddenly hit by the fact that in a Modern AU he'd probably be the most obnoxious kind of soccer fan.

You know the one that probably picks a new favorite team every match and is only a soccer fan when they are actively watching soccer. I can honestly just imagine him screaming at the screen and being all dramatic at the team talking about honor and shit. No actual practical knowledge of soccer though.

I just think he and Mihawk would just be the kind of people that like sport in a Modern AU they are athletes themselves but they also just like competition and adrenaline and so sports. Except Mihawk atleast attempts to possess a basic knowledge of the rules and plays of sports he watches while Zoro will watch a sport he's never heard of in his life, chooses a random dude that's "got guts" and root for them so wholeheartedly you'd think he's supported them all his life.

All this to say that goth family watches the World Cup as part of "family bonding time" and

-Mihawk is rooting for 3 separate countries, the 2 that his data says are statically most probably going to win and his home country cause he has some "patriotic pride". He watches intensely but never actually reacts to anything.

-Zoro is rooting for whichever team is playing against whatever team Mihawk is repping at the moment. He has no stakes in this longterm whatsoever exceot that he gets his fill of trolling Mihawk, sports adrenaline and on the rare occasion his team wins he gets to be a smug asshole to the man who raised him 😌. He screams at the T.V so much you'd think he had money on the line.

-Perona liked the idea of styling cute matching jerseys so much so that she forgot how much she hates watching sport. She is very bored and unhappy and hopes that somehow both of them lose. She judges the outfits (the jerseys) of different countries and their coaches on a scale that only she really understands but all must suffer through.

-Shanks is there because this is the only time Mihawk will hold his hand even though he is squeezing so hard his bones might be ground to dust. (the only indicator that Mihaw is affected at all by what is happening). He's bar hopper he's used to seeing random sports he doesn't understand played on green fields running in the background of his mild buzz to drunken fool binge. He's just glad to be included.

[solarstarss]

we need more speech and debate au fics. oh sports au? how about the sport of the mind. this is peak academic rivals to lovers. how about competing against your years-long rival in every tournament where your job is to prove how wrong they are in a 5 min speech? the tension. yes lay out your arguments and then watch as i refute them all and then make out with me

[s0fti3w1tch]

Trainee/TD!AU Leo: Oh damn, really? Hell yeah, I'll get some! (also, nice jerseys!)

**Trainee's on break before doing another cheer thing :)

(OP note: oh my god I miss banana bread I need to make some soon)

[scuderiamint]

this may be a hot take but

australia was so boring🧍‍♂️, like idc if you hate max, but even when you took him out of the equation there was literally nothing happening ,,, no racing, close to none overtakes for position (only after pitstops), multiple team orders

max aint the issue guys,,

[softquietsteadylove]

A spicy request for Receptionist AU, where Thena gets back at Gil after what he put her through in the last fic 🙈🙈

"Naekkeo," Gil murmurs as he peeks down his nose to button his dress shirt. "I'm gonna be ready in maybe ten minutes--do you want a ride to work?"

"That's okay, love, I'm not quite ready yet, you go ahead without me."

"Well, I-" Gil doesn't get to finish that thought, his jaw hanging open as Thena comes back into the bedroom from the bathroom. His eyes follow her as she walks over to the closet, taking her time looking at her half of it with her hands on her hips. Gil clears his throat, "uh, sweetie?"

"Hm?" she peeks at him over her shoulder.

Gil loses track of which button he's buttoning. He's actually got a very important meeting this morning with some representatives from a bank back home. He's been working to get an office set up here in London so Thena can be home more.

"Gil?" Thena smiles at him, and the devil woman knows exactly what she's doing when she turns to face him. Her smirk says it all as she saunters over to him and reaches to resume his buttoning. "Remember you have a meeting with the branch manager for Jasmine National."

Gilgamesh is too busy soaking in his partner's soaking body. Okay, it's not soaking wet, but she's still got some dewdrops from the shower still on her completely bare skin, as well as her damp hair sitting on her shoulders. Not long enough to cover her breasts, though.

"Are you listening?"

"You know I'm not," he growls at her, reaching up to grasp her wrists while she tries to straighten his collar. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"Sending you off," she responds oh-so innocently. She even flutters her lashes as she shifts her weight, cocking out one hip.

"And this?" he makes a point of asking, drawing his eyes up her legs, freshly shaven and moisturized, to the slope of her waist and the bend of her ribs and her breasts which haunt his dreams.

"Gilgamesh please," she purrs (minx). "It's hardly something to bat an eye at, you have seen me like this plenty by now."

She says it like she's come home after getting her hair trimmed, not standing in front of him, her body beckoning, all but literally oiled up for him!

She tries to step away but he holds onto her--not too tight but he doesn't let her escape his grasp. He eyes all his favourite parts of her. "What's this for?"

Thena merely raises her brows at him, obviously in the mood for some retribution. "Perhaps you should think about this next time you want to take a business call in the middle of an affair."

He scoffs, stepping closer, happily letting her dampness ruin the fresh press of his shirt. "That, again?"

She matches his glaring, pressing herself against him, "you pulled out."

Thena hates being interrupted.

"Sorry, Gongjunim," he leans in but she makes him kiss her cheek before her lips. He obeys, trailing his lips over her cheek reverently. "I won't make you wait again."

"Your meeting," she reminds him, as if either of them really believe he's going to still go to that.

"No fuckin' way," he growls against her throat, sliding his arm around her waist and grasping a handful of ass.

"Gil," she attempts to sound scolding but he hoists her up in his arms and twists them backwards onto the bed. "This is a very important - ah! - meeting."

It's damn important, and he's already late to be early and have the upper hand in negotiating his terms, now. So, instead, he's going to keep kissing his girlfriend. He tangles their tongues and lays himself over her.

"You should go," she urges him again, although her nails are dug into his shoulders from behind as she wraps her legs around him.

"Like hell," he snarls, lining himself up with her in record time. He pushes in with practised and mastered patience though. "This was your plan to seduce me?"

"It seems to have worked," she grins at him as well, although her breathing becomes thinner as he pushes into her completely. Her hips raise off the bed to meet his.

"I keep telling you," he rumbles against the hollow of her throat, fucking her like a beast following a base desire. His hips do all the thinking for him. "You've been doing that for years."

"Hm," Thena purrs, and he can practically feel it ripple through him. "So I could have just gone into your office and asked you to take me on your desk?"

Gil grunts, picking up speed at the tantalising mental image. Thena really has a thing for enticing him into illicit activities in the office. "A man can dream, Thena."

"I would have," she huffs at him, although both of them are panting for breath, "if I thought it would work."

He growls, letting it reverberate into her as their lips smash together. "You had me the first time you ever wore that skirt with the cardigan I like."

He does love that particular outfit, and there's something particularly endearing - almost wholesome - about him being so seduced by a cardigan sweater and a skirt that extended past her knees.

"I would have walked in," she continues to tease him as he works them towards conclusion. She digs her nails into him more, "bent over and let you guess if I'm wearing panties or not."

"Fuck!" Gil pulls one of her legs up so he can hold it against his chest as he pounds into her, "don't say shit you don't mean, baby!"

"Gil!" she whines in response, their hips slapping together loudly and sloppily. "Fuck, right there, yes!"

"Shit honey," Gil grits his teeth. "You're gonna do that."

"Oh, rea--Gil!" Thena throws her head back as she comes first, her hips rising and swivelling in the air as they ground together.

Gil holds her thigh tight, grinding his hips against hers at a twisted angle. Their hair meets, he can feel the softness of her skin. He can see a very gratuitous angle of her breasts as well as where they're joined. It makes him want to beat on his chest like a caveman.

Thena groans as he lets her leg down, lying limply in the mess of their bed. "Well, now you're unforgivably late."

Gil lets out a loud belly laugh, and it drags her into laughing with him too. He flops into bed next to her, his shirt completely damp and still hanging out of his suit pants fly. "Honey, you knew I wasn't going to make that meeting as soon as you came in here."

Thena also laughs in their ecstasy, lying on her back with him, their heads close enough to hear each other's breathing. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't relegate fucking me in importance."

"Hey," he rolls over to give her a quick kiss, "nothing is more important than making love to you."

Thena sighs into the kiss, even following his lips as he pulls himself up, "oh, really?"

"Yep," he grins. She glares as him as he reaches for his trousers zip but all he does is shimmy out of them completely. "I'll tell 'em an emergency came up. Apparently I have to pamper my partner a little more."

"Hm," she raises a brow as he tosses aside his clothes in a rush like a horny frat boy. But she receives him with just as much glee as he throws himself into her breasts.

"I told you," he presses right into the valley of her cleavage. "Nothing more important."

[rubixpsyche]

So funny if a more morally-offset Emily gets so petty about trying to prove the system assigning Winners and Sinners is broken that she has an inverse of the Hotel (Charlie would be horrified). Just turns Heaven into a fucking horror show. She just made someone kill someone else in cold blood. And look they're still a Winner! What a farce!

Emily turning corruption into a sport. If they ever hear about this, the most morally bankrupt Overlords in Hell are just giddy with delight

[regina-del-cielo]

On today's episode of "sports AUs that cater specifically to my interests and that I won't ever have the spoons to write":

JoeNicky synchronized divers AU

Hear me out

Diving is, at its core, an individual sport. It's just you and your ability to throw yourself acrobatically into the water vs a panel of judges, gravity, and a bunch of other people who are there for the same reason

But together with individual competitions, there's also synchronized diving, with two athletes from the same team diving side by side

So please imagine. Nicky and Joe being pro divers from the same country who are peak Competitive Bastards™️ about each other. In the individual competitions it's like all the others barely exist, as long as they come up higher than that guy it's ok

(They're so busy trying to outcompete the other that they constantly get better until they’re basically top ten in the world, go figure)

People think that if they were left alone in the same room they would murder each other, and then a coach (Andy? Quynh? Oscar Bertone? Who knows) has the brightest idea of the century

Put them together for the synchro competition

Shock, bafflement and scandal: "Why would you pair me with that guy?!"

"You are of similar height and also your styles are very similar, you're just too blinded by your pride to see it"

Listen. They may not stand each other, but they're still Competitive Bastards™️

They are NOT losing the chance for a medal just because they have to work with their mortal enemy

So they dive (heh) into the 'synching our diving routines until we look like a single person' training

And that's where it all goes topsy-turvy because. They are both Intense™️ in a way nobody else has ever really understood, not even the other divers in the team. And turns out they also have a similar sense of humour ("Di Genova, a sense of humour? Who would have thought"). And similar interests outside of the sport. And and and.

And they're training in the tiniest Speedos ever invented and I never said he wasn't attractive but NOW I also like him as a person and it's becoming A FUCKING PROBLEM

And then they compete, and they are ridiculously good, literally breathing in sync, what the fuck

(And then they kiss and become the most feared sync diving team in history)

(While still trying to outcompete the other in the individual competitions but now it feels like foreplay)

Not sure if the springboard or the platform would be more suited, I honestly think it could be either

Springboard is either 1 m (not an Olympic specialty) or 3 m (all international competitions including Olympics), it's 'funnier' because bouncy and also the difficulty of doing a lot of acrobatics in a relatively small aerial space before you get to the water

The platform is 10 m high and it's unhinged imo but also. Those two are canonically unhinged enough to not flinch at throwing themselves down into a pool at that height from a handstand position

[auideas]

Pool love

Well this is certainly the season for it -- pool love, coming right up!

(P.S. We're going to start including our favorite prompt within lists at the bottom, so make sure you read until the end!)

Chronically shy Characters A and B had been playing games with all the neighborhood kids since they were toddlers, but weirdly enough, they'd never actually spoken directly. The only time they'd uttered a word to one another was during games of Marco Polo in which they recognized the other's voice, loved it and its flirtatious tone, but never acted on it -- after all, they had never seen one another and matched the voice in the crowd, so how could they know they felt the same way about one another? Later in life, they wind up on a blind date and start speaking to one another, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia...had they met before?

"We had one chance to win the gold medal for either one of our countries; we were supposed to be Olympic champions, but you threw it all away just because of our petty rivalry!? You stupid, selfish --" Character A is cut off as Character B slams them against the locker, pressing their forearm at Character A's throat, then crowding their space until they could see the droplets of chlorine mix with the tears coating Character A's lashes. Character B drank in the sight. "Choose your next words wisely, bargain bin protagonist," they shakily breathed out. "I'm not above putting you in your place." AU

"I took a job as a lifeguard for the local pool this summer and there's this incredibly cute person who always brings the kids they're babysitting. I guess they don't like swimming very much, but they always bring a new book every single time; I don't know if they're a speed reader or if they're just showing off, but trying to keep up with their current picks is impossible. I've been trying to visibly read the same book as them for WEEKS now while on my breaks, but they never even look in my direction..." AU

Pool cleaners Character A and B had been in the business for a while so they'd seen some shady things, but nothing they'd ever cleaned had come close to their newest client. The black water seemed endless, the smell was putrid, and they could see some sort of steam coming from the surface even though the ambient and water temperature were the same. Their eyes grew wider and wider as they emptied the water and found some...strange objects...at the bottom.

"I've never been able to open my eyes under water -- it just seems scary, unsanitary, and unnecessary. What could I possibly want to see in that urine-filled cesspool? My friend, Character B, found this hilarious and made it their mission to help me crush my phobia over summer break. Soon they realized that I didn't want to because I was worried about other people being in the pool when I was opening my eyes, so they break into the pool after hours, dragging me along to practice. After an hour of psyching myself up, we both dipped our heads under. It took a few seconds, but when I opened my eyes, I found Character B pressing their lips against mine. The water around me suddenly felt extra cold as my face flushed deep red. Oh no...it must be pink eye, I have a fever oh no it's too soon how could I let this happen oh geez I'm so screwed--" AU

After one thing leads to another, some swimsuit mishaps in the locker room force Character A to borrow the spare swimsuit of Character B and needless to say...they look ridiculously adorable in it.

Dungeon master Character A decides that the best thing they could do for the final session of their five year nautical campaign would be to rent out a local pool and host their four players for their most immersive session yet. This was supposed to be some summer fun, but the final battle becomes intense. Characters B and C, party rivals, have a falling out and hold a one on one battle to resolve their differences. As things take a turn, play fighting in the water turns malicious and real. Rhinslow, the barbarian, struggles to breathe as Kaisili, the elf, chokes them beneath the chlorinated ripples in the pool. Character D, their dwarf party member, screams in disbelief and shock when they see Rhinslow -- Character B, their crush -- stop moving. Kaisili -- Character C -- reasoned that their turn would not be over until the Dungeon Master, Character A, said it was over. They'd rolled a natural 20 on their initiative, after all; they deserved this win.

[inazumaneko]

Competitive sport au update!

(Note: these are the designs without class logos or sponsors! will be included in individual character posts.

Welcome to the competitive sport au!

Taking place in 2033, Team fortress is a no longer a war, but a spectacle. With over 43 teams throughout the world, cities and countries build up teams of nine to fight to the unlimited death for the entertainment of the world. Lives always on screen for fights, interviews, personal drama, and more, the nine are continuously cycled clones of the final mercenaries from the 1970’s, legacy faces and skills making for easy notoriety. Some mercs adore the spotlight, finding fame and money worth the price of a life without independence. Others find solace in friendship and close bonds to make it to retirement, earning their right to citizenship and freedom from ultimate death.

[dumbfandomdoodles]

It's A Lie to Say that I Learnt First as a Necessity

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

A shadow drew overhead as the avian Leo landed to stop in front of you(/y'all). Giving a quick check of his wings he smiles and turns his attention to you(/y'all).

"Hello fellow campers, I the marvelous Bird Leo, the representative for my cabin, cabin 9, present a challenge. Since it's a sports day that is."

He pulls a ball to the front of his chest.

"Beat me in a game of Beach volleyball (except with a real volleyball instead of a beach ball) and you get a free... Uh... Totallyawesomemysteryprizewhichtotallyisntat-shirt!!" He said in a fast pace. He moved on from that quickly.

"So what do you say?"

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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

This Leo may not be his brother, but he brought out Smokey's competitive side just as well. He grins. "Oh, you're on! Challenge accepted!"

Oh man, when he got home, he was going to have so many stories to tell! Leo will be hyped to hear he met a version of him with...wings...wait... Smokey squinted and pointed at Bird Leo. "No flying though! I don't have wings to help me out like you do!"

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: Hot Ice

Author: SlantedKnitting

Rating: Explicit

Summary: In his first Olympics, Arthur has high hopes, his father high expectations. But the short track is an unforgiving place, and things rarely go according to plan.

A trip to Beijing, where Morgana snowboards, Merlin figure skates, and Arthur finds something he wasn’t looking for.

[sstvar]

So...if there is a symbiote running around, it must not be that hard to find him. Just follow the screams of terror!

yeah 😔