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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- 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., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
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 Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, T
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“I have an idea!” Bokuto’s voice rebounds obnoxiously off of the walls around them.
“Okay wait. Does it have anything to do with our current situation?” Kuroo stares at the spark in Bokuto’s eyes, praying that for once he’s managed to not let his mind wander from their current predicament.
“Yes!” Bokuto throws both fists up into the air, almost as proud of himself as Kuroo is.
“Okay, what is it?” Bokuto falters, hands drooping slightly as he casts Kuroo a worried gaze. Oh no, Kuroo thinks, in his excitement he’s forgotten.
“Uhm… we are stuck in an elevator?” Bokuto blinks at him slowly, gesturing with a slow sweep of his arm needlessly to illustrate his point.
“The idea! Not our current situation!”
“Ohoho!” Bokuto winks exaggeratedly, pointing two finger guns at Kuroo and clicking his tongue. “Got ya!” He hums happily, tipping up on the balls of his feet every few seconds, seemingly at random and not at all in time with his humming. Kuroo watches him for a moment, assuming for some reason that he’s gathering his thoughts into order.
“Well?” He finally bursts when it appears as if Bokuto’s happy to remain in here all day.
“Ah!” He drags a hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. Whatever he’s thinking it must be good to get him this excited. “Y’know Toy Story 2?” Kuroo narrows his eyes.
“I’m familiar with it.” They’ve watched it together a bunch of times, but if Kuroo mentions that it will only derail Bokuto into reminiscing about every movie marathon they’ve ever had together. In extreme situations it’s Kuroo’s job to keep him on track, at least when Akaashi’s not around.
“Yes! Good! Great! It’s a really funny film, right? But also touching! Like when that weird old guy paints over Andy’s name on Woody’s boot! And when Jessie sings about being left behind! That part really gets to me,” he sniffles loudly, “wouldn’t it be awful, to be left behind like that?” Kuroo reaches out to tug on Bokuto’s left ear lobe gently to remind him that he’s here; he’s not going anywhere.
“Almost as awful as getting trapped in an elevator.”
“Mhm,” Bokuto nods softly, leaning into Kuroo’s touch. His eyes snap open. “Ah! We’re trapped in an elevator!” Kuroo snorts, almost choking on his laugh as it bubbles out of him.
“Really Bo, how did you lose focus so quickly?”
“You were touching me!” Bokuto pouts, red creeping up his neck. “It’s hard for me to concentrate when you’re so close and touching me!” He huffs out a breath, throwing his arm out to force a meters space between them, and then frowns. “No, this is worse. I don’t like it! Come back!” He squashes himself into Kuroo’s side, cooing happily when Kuroo brings up a hand to ruffle his hair.
“I literally can’t go anywhere.” Not that he’d want to.
“So there’s a part in Toy Story 2,” Bokuto hums lowly, relaxing into Kuroo’s side as if he intends for them to melt into one person, “where they’re trying to get into Al’s Toy Barn and they all jump together at the same time on the door sensor.”
“You want us to all jump together at the same time?” Kuroo doesn’t point out that there’s only the two of them stuck in here.
“Mhm, automatic doors are like baby elevators. And we’re sorta like grown-up toys!”
“I’m not sure that’s entirely true.”
“Do you have any other ideas?” They’ve already tried both of Kuroo’s ideas – pushing the emergency help button, which led them on an automated voice recorded journey, but at least ended with the assurance that their predicament had been noted, and trying to phone someone to help them; figures there’d be no signal – so it would be only fair to give Bokuto’s idea a shot too. Who knows? It could work.
“Alright. On the count of three. One, two, three.” They jump, still wrapped around each other. The floor shakes a little and for a moment Kuroo thinks that might actually have worked. But then the moment passes and they’re still suspended between floors.
“Weird,” Bokuto’s stunned voice floats into the room, “I really thought that was gonna work.”
“Me too,” at least for a moment or two, “it was a good idea Bo.” He nuzzles his nose into the side of Bokuto’s head. At least they’re stuck in the elevator alone. Kuroo thinks it would be torture to be stuck here with a stranger with them; having to be conscious of every touch he sends Bokuto’s way.
“I have a secondary idea.” Bokuto turns his head to grin at Kuroo, the same sparkle in his eye from earlier back with a vengeance.
“Of course you have a plan B! My little genius!” He plants a wet kiss on Bokuto’s cheek, leaning back to laugh at his expression. “C’mon then, what’s the plan?”
“We sit on the floor and make out until that robot lady remembers to help us.” He smiles toothily.
“Bo,” Kuroo mock-warns, furrowing his eyebrows together for effect.
“What? Being trapped together in an elevator is like the most romantic thing of all time! We hate each other, but then we get stuck together. At first we can’t even look at each other, but then my stomach grumbles loudly and you offer me the last of your tictacs. And before we know it we’re sharing our biggest fears, our greatest ambitions, learning about each other’s families; we connect and then BLAM! Full romo for the rest of our lives!” Kuroo blinks at him, more than a little dazed.
“You need to stop watching romcoms.”
“Ey? Why?” Bokuto tips his head to the side. “They’re good for the soul!”
“They’re warped your brain. We’ve already shared all of that stuff.” He flicks Bokuto in the middle of his forehead.
“Oh.” Bokuto’s staring at him with wide eyes, face a warm pink. “Is that a no to making out then?” He licks his lips impatiently, eyes darting down meaningfully at Kuroo’s.
“Of course not,” Kuroo tuts, hand already snaking its way to curl around Bokuto’s right hip. “Just wanted to make sure you knew we already are full romo for the rest of our lives.” He grins at the soft expression melting onto Bokuto’s face, bringing his other hand up to cup under his jaw. He can feel Bokuto’s embarrassed whine vibrating up his throat so he tips forwards, colliding their lips together and licks it straight into his own mouth before it ever has a chance to fall.