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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- 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.
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.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
hajime walks into his dorm, closing the door behind him. the hinge squeaks and he reminds himself that he needs to get that fixed, the way he's been reminding himself every day but never getting around to it. he dumps his bag on the table, keys clanging against the glass, the sound echoing through his apartment.
heading into the kitchen, he rummages through the cupboard for something to eat before remembering that he had forgotten to go grocery shopping on tuesday. the only thing left is some instant ramen which, he decides, will have to do. it's warmer by the stove but still he shivers as the water boils.
three loud raps sound on the door.
blinking, hajime turns off the stove, wondering who it is. he goes to open the door and suddenly, a large cardboard box is thrown at his face.
“what the fuck?” he swears, as the contents of the box goes flying. on the other side of the door is tooru, looking—
—furious, his hands clenched into fists, glaring at him with a ferocity that he usually saves for the volleyball court. hajime glares right back, temper flaring.
“what the fuck is your problem?” he grits.
“what is my problem?” tooru screams, “what’s your problem? what the fuck is this?” he thrusts a note into his face and his own familiar handwriting stares back at him. you left this at my dorm, it reads and hajime finally notices what’s strewn all over the floor.
an old mixtape (that you had spent hours pouring over), a pair of red (clumsily) knitted gloves, a small milk bread plushie (you had both emptied your wallets at the arcade after school for), a larger alien plushie (that you won at the festival, shooting hoops) and a soft, well-worn black hoodie (you swore, at one point, it had belonged solely in your closet).
“this,” he says, “is your stuff that you left to clutter up my dorm. oikawa, i fucking told you to take your stuff when you left!”
“and i told you to fucking burn it. none of this stuff is even mine, iwaizumi.” tooru shoots right back, his eyes lit with anger.
“burn it yourself then!” hajime replies, tempted to shut the door in tooru’s face. he’s infuriating and hajime ignores—
—that he’s shaking from anger. tooru retorts back nastily and it devolves into screaming incoherent insults at each other.
hajime finds himself reaching out to grab his collar and between one moment to the next, they’re kissing, violent and angry. tooru’s fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling harder than necessary while hajime bites into his mouth. their teeth clack together, neither of them willing to give the other an inch and it’s messy and vicious (and perfect).
a loud bang of a door startles both of them and they break apart, panting slightly, silent save for the laughter of others filtering through from the hallway.
hajime looks down, unable to bring himself to look tooru in the eye. he feels more than sees when tooru shifts away from him, bending down to pick something up. hajime swallows and glances at him
he’s holding the hoodie in his hands.
“why did it come to this?” tooru says, his voice soft but hajime can hear the way he chokes over the word this. “hajime?” he asks because of the two of them, tooru has always been the brave one, the one to walk two steps in front, eyes closed and hajime—
it doesn’t
have to come to this)
—doesn’t say anything.
tooru’s shoulders slump and he lets the hoodie fall to the ground. “nevermind.” he mutters, turning away but hajime can see the bright sheen in his eyes, the way his teeth are clenched and more than anything else hajime hates it when tooru looks like this.
“wait,” hajime says, his throat surprisingly tight, voice wavering. he reaches out to clasp tooru’s wrist, “wait.” he repeats.
tooru doesn’t turn to face him. “what?” he asks, voice deceptively calm, but hajime can see that he’s shaking, small tremors that run up his body and—
—hajime takes a step forward. “stay,” he says, voice breaking. tooru doesn’t react and hajime holds his breath, hoping that it didn’t come too late, before tooru whirls around and suddenly hajime has an armful of him.
they crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs. hajime can hear tooru sobbing in his ear and he wraps both arms around him, pressing his lips to tooru’s soft brown curls, whispering words they should have said to each other long ago. the floor is hard and cold but tooru is warm in his arms, so hajime holds him and doesn’t let go.
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
“why did it come to this?” tooru says, his voice soft but hajime can hear the way he chokes over the word this. “hajime?” he asks because of the two of them, tooru has always been the brave one, the one to walk two steps in front, eyes closed and hajime—
it doesn’t
have to come to this)
—doesn’t say anything.
oikawa turns away and leaves.
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
i'm leaving this planet! goodbye!!!
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
ok but '(didn’t you once promise yourself that you would never make him cry?)' I LOVE HOW YOU PUT THINGS IN PARENTHESES it adds this extra layer to everything and YOUR CHARACTERISATION? ??? ? ARE YOU STAFF???
You write really incredible conflict like sjklfhffffff this is a compliment I swear. Your conflict writing is amazing and intense and --
'blinking, hajime turns off the stove, wondering who it is. he goes to open the door and suddenly, a large cardboard box is thrown at his face.' like what an intro?? this is really, really good. AND OIKAWA'S APPEARANCE HE IS PERFECT IN HIS ANGER
hgnkhgjhjhh all their memories the tears are - THE TEARS ---
'iwaizumi'. UGHU DIALOGUE.
going to quote this again in context because woooooow it's good
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
asdjkbfawoibe THANK YOU <3
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
"tooru, looking—
(beautiful, gorgeous, amazing)
—furious,"
HERE IS WHERE YOU GOT ME! YOU FIEND!!
"an old mixtape (that you had spent hours pouring over), a pair of red (clumsily) knitted gloves, a small milk bread plushie (you had both emptied your wallets at the arcade after school for), a larger alien plushie (that you won at the festival, shooting hoops) and a soft, well-worn black hoodie (you swore, at one point, it had belonged solely in your closet)." i legit went "oh", "oh," "oh", "oh",
my friend ended up leaving me because all i could say was oh in varying tones of like, distress??? TERRIBLE!! I'M SO HAPYP TAHT THEY AMDEUP!! BUT OH NO......... it's okay.. just hug it out..... cries
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G