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Bonus Round 1: Memory
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 9 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
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! You prompt should consist of one scenario beginning with the phrase "Remember when", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from our list of nominated fandoms.
- Your prompts can take the form of recalling canon facts/events ("Remember when Nozomi and Eli got parfaits after school?"), non-canon events ("Remember when Megumi and Jin met at the Tadokoro Family Reunion?"), or somewhere in-between ("Remember when Bokuto and Kenma first met?"). Headcanons and AUs are welcome!
- 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., Rei & Nagisa). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Rei/Nagisa). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Post fills by leaving a responding comment to a prompt with your newly-created work.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
- Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams
- Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points
- Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice.
- Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
- Visual example
- Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to
- Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points
- Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
- Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
- NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
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- Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
- Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
- NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
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FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
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]
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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)
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.
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PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI
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Remember when the cafeteria ran out of milk bread and Iwaizumi officially ran out of ideas for Valentines Day gifts to give his boyfriend?
FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T
All your prompts are so good! <3
Word Count: 807
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In all the time they've been together, Iwaizumi has never once hesitated over a Valentine's Day gift for his boyfriend. Oikawa has a plethora of likes, all of which he is incredibly vocal about, so when Valentine's Day rolls around once more, Iwaizumi wakes up, utterly unprepared, ready to purchase Oikawa a special selection of every milk bread flavour on offer that lunch. He greets Oikawa the usual way, whacks him over the head without a care in the world, and ignores Oikawa's cries of mean, Iwa-chan! all the way to class. Not even the heap of letters falling from Oikawa's locker fazes him - it's par for the course, after all, and this year Iwaizumi knows he's number one in Oikawa's heart, and contact list, and every other ranking that matters.
That is, until he shoulders his way to the front of the line.
No milk bread today, the sign reads. Iwaizumi's wallet burns in his pants, suddenly too heavy, and he swallows down a thick ball of dread as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom.
He locks the door behind him, stares blankly at the pristine white porcelain, and collapses onto the seat with fists clenched. It’s not possible. The cafeteria never runs out of milk bread, in spite of several spirited attempts to make it do so on Oikawa’s part. Iwaizumi feels an irrational sting of betrayal before he gathers himself and runs through his other options. The nearest sports store is a ten minute jog away - he won't have time to get something before lunch ends, and there's no way he'll be able to escape Oikawa's watchful eye after school.
A buzz from his phone drags his thoughts back to the present. Where are you? o(TﾍTo) Iwaizumi taps out a reply without thinking. He doesn't have the faintest idea where Oikawa gets most of his alien propaganda, either, and while he doesn't really want to buy chocolates, a quick search of Anazon tells him that the prices have somehow risen higher than Oikawa's ego over the past night.
He's out of ideas.
Groaning, Iwaizumi heaves himself up from the toilet seat and presses flush with more force than strictly necessary. He runs into Oikawa in the corridor, prays desperately that he won't remember their Valentine's Day tradition.
He's out of luck, too.
"Where's my milk bread?" Oikawa demands. He's wearing the same sort of look he gets around Kageyama or Ushijima, eyes wide and glassed over.
"You're such a spoilt brat," he grumbles nervously. "It's at home." When Oikawa's not looking, Iwaizumi taps out a desperate message to his parents. Your mother and I are going to be out tonight, his father replies, and Iwaizumi really does not need to know this. Sorry. It doesn't look apologetic at all, though it's objectively just a single word. Iwaizumi can imagine his father laughing at the office. He can imagine his father's coworkers, too, laughing at Iwaizumi's abject misfortune.
He bids his pride goodbye and texts the rest of the team. Replies range from amused and patently unhelpful to similarly unhelpful expressions of regret (likely also hiding amusement). Someone's sleeping on the couch tonight, Makki crows, which is...not going to be untrue, if things continue this way.
Iwaizumi sweats the whole trip home.
"You always get me milk bread for lunch," Oikawa says conversationally, as Iwaizumi unlocks the door. Iwaizumi had hoped, against all common sense, that someone would have taken pity on him, but there are no signs of milk bread in the nearby vicinity. He takes a deep breath, ushers Oikawa in. There's nothing for it but to tell the truth.
"My parents won't be home tonight," he says, voice shaking slightly, and Oikawa's eyes grow wide.
"Iwa-chan."
"I was planning on getting you milk bread, but - "
"Iwa-chan." Oikawa interrupts him before he can finish, mouth sliding over his. Iwaizumi's not really sure what's going on, but he's always weak to kisses, so he pulls Oikawa close, presses their mouths together more firmly. Oikawa's hands wind around his waist, pushing his shirt up, fiddling with his belt buckle, and when they part for air Oikawa pulls Iwaizumi's tie down, yanks his shirt up over his head. "This is the best Valentine's Day present ever," Oikawa breathes against Iwaizumi's mouth.
And wait, what.
He doesn't have time to think before Oikawa's on him again, wiggling them back towards Iwaizumi's room, and Iwaizumi shakes himself, swings Oikawa over his shoulder, and takes them there much faster.
"Brute," Oikawa laughs, dragging him down for another kiss. "Gorilla."
"Trashykawa," Iwaizumi says, before he can do something stupid like grunt in agreement. He can feel Oikawa pressed against him, comforting and familiar, and he can't stop himself stealing kisses everywhere in reach - cheeks, nose, the tip of his chin. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Re: FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T
Re: FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T
Re: FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T
FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G
“So.”
Two hands punctuate that statement against Hajime’s back, making him stumble forward. He nearly slips on the classroom hallway, but by whoever’s grace, he recovers and quickly jabs his elbows backwards; Hajime knows only three people who’d dare sneak up on him like that, and one of them’s probably dealing with fawning girls somewhere.
Both Hanamaki and Matsukawa let out simultaneous oofs! — what’s up with that hideous synchrony?— upon contact with his blows.
“As expected.” Hajime huffs when he turns around, vindicated and accomplished.
The two culprits share a look of exasperation; Hanamaki rolls his eyes and snorts while Matsukawa reaches out to flick Hajime’s forehead.
“Seijou’s number one psychic, are you now?,” Matsukawa teases, tone low but warm.
Hanamaki joins in by ruffling Hajime’s hair (as if it wasn’t already spiky enough), playfully interrogating, “Spit out the truth, Iwaizumi! Where are you hiding the tarot cards and magic glass ball?”
Matsukawa’s eyebrows start doing some kind of lascivious bounce, and it’s one of those sights that’s so weird but Hajime just can’t look away from. “Probably in a certain Hanger’s pants.”
As if that isn’t enough, Hanamaki loops an arm around the taller boy’s shoulders, looming over Hajime like some out-of-place hooligan. He leers. “But of course, Mattsun. Why else would our dear Iwa-chan want to get in Tooru-chan’s pants?’
(Hajime sends a quick prayer to the gods above since karma is forcing him to deal with these two demons.)
“None of your damned business, isn’t it?” He scoffs and resumes walking to his classroom.
He stops in his tracks when Hanamaki calls out again: “It definitely is our business when Valentine’s next week, you idiot. Have you decided on what to give Oikawa?”
(Oh.)
Matsukawa sighs long-sufferingly. “He really did forget. Remind me to buy you that cream puff later, Takahiro.”
“Sure,” comes the other boy’s satisfied reply.
(Ohh.)
Hajime whips around, urgency vibrating in his every movement; he croaks out, “Shit. Help me, please?”
His two friends high five each other, then, grin victoriously at him. “Now you’re talking, Iwaizumi.”
*
They make their way towards a nearby vending machine to get some juice. Hajime pays for the other two as well, since they’re miraculously being well-meaning friends for once. And they, in turn, humbly accept his kindness; Hanamaki gets strawberry milk, Matsukawa grabs the melon one.
There’s a beat or two of quiet company as they sip their drinks. It’s not that this is rare, it’s just that they choose to fill it with tomfoolery and good cheer most times.
Matsukawa breaks it first. “Make sure you have condoms ready on that day. If you’re gonna play, you have to play safe.”
Hajime slaps his own forehead.
(Like that.)
Hanamaki twirls his straw in the air and accompanies Matsukawa’s words with some sound advice of his own. “Remember to get it according to what type of lube you’re using. If it’s petroleum jelly-based—“
Hajime cuts over him, grumbling, “I know, I know, you told me that before. What I really need to know now is what to get Oikawa.” A twinge starts to pound in his head the more he worries about next week. “It’s not that he’s picky, I just don’t want to let him down.”
Matsukawa glances at Hanamaki, and a silent conversation passes between their eyes.
(Hajime thinks about that sometimes: how two people can know so much about each other without the need to bare it out loud.)
(He wants that too.)
“Oi! Oiii—! Earth to Iwaizumi Hajime!”
He snaps back to attention. “Eh?”
“What’s wrong now?” Hanamaki thumps him on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
Hajime decides to come clean. “It’s just,” he rubs the back of his head, “you guys seem so attuned to each other. I wish Oikawa and I could be that way too. Then, I’d know exactly what he would want.”
Matsukawa does a splendid spit take upon hearing that; some of it lands on Hanamaki’s trousers, making it look decidedly wrong without intention. Hajime inwardly decides to be amused by this.
His friend gives him the worst stink eye possible as he pats off most of the residue with a handkerchief. “You, of all people,” he begins mercurially, “don’t have the right to be jealous about that! Right, Mattsun?”
The boy nods, and hides his smile at Hanamaki’s irritation behind his juice box. Then, he looks at Hajime and speaks sincerely. “If Oikawa was in Makki’s place, and you were in mine, Oikawa would have dodged what just happened in seconds.”
(Something clicks then in Hajime’s head.)
“Oh,” he says.
Hanamaki snorts with feeling. “Yes, oh. Go ask Oikawa what he wants if you’re that insecure.”
“Knowing that Hanger, though,” Matsukawa adds, “he’d be happy with anything you come up with. Even if it’s just milkbread.”
Hajime nods dumbly.
The school bell rings then, signalling the end of lunch break, but as usual, Hanamaki gets the last word in.
“Please don’t let my trousers’ sacrifice be in vain, idiot.”
*
Oikawa squints at him later on in the gym’s changing room. “Iwa-chan, is something on your mind?”
Hajime sighs. It’s just like Oikawa to notice the smallest changes in him. “Yeah, it’s not something bad, though.”
Oikawa simply hums, leaning in to lie the side of his head on Hajime’s right shoulder. “If you say so.”
That calms him a little. His fingers reach up to toy with Oikawa’s fringe. Gently, gently.
“Just get me milk bread for Valentine’s, Iwa-chan.”
Hajime jerks. “How did you—“
Oikawa shifts his head up to kiss Hajime’s temple, and smiles cheekily. “Intuition, Hajime, intuition.”
At that, he can only laugh in wonder, breathlessly.
(Hanamaki was right: Hajime is just being an idiot over this whole thing.)
*
When it is Valentine’s though, the school cafeteria amazingly runs out of milk bread, leaving Hajime just entirely resigned to his fate and the cackling laws of Murphy.
He meets Oikawa on their block’s rooftop, empty-handed and a bit dejected, but Oikawa is having none of that.
“Idiot,” he says as he settles down beside Hajime, pulling Hajime’s head to rest on his lap, “just make sure you still love me this year, and next year, and the years beyond that.”
Oikawa pauses, smiles as brightly as the sun shining up high, and seals the deal, “And I’ll return just as much love back to you, be it this year, next year, or other, other years.”
Any remaining clouds in Hajime’s head clear when Tooru puts it that way.
now, just know that I’m happy
because you’re here with me
you, just you, is what I really need
and all the other thoughts mean
nothing to me.
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G