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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 FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
words: 733
Tsukishima slips his headset off and stands up to stretch.
Just an hour to go on this shift. At first, when he was offered this job, he expected something seedy -- a smoke-filled office with sweaty middle-aged men hunched over a line of telephones, spinning paid-by-the-minute fantasies for the horny and chronically single -- but it's really no different than the telemarketing gigs Tsukishima's had in the past. The pay is nice, he can go on breaks whenever he needs them, and dispatch weeds out the worst of the creeps before they even get to him anyway, just by dint of asking for a credit card up-front.
The actual job had been a little weird at first, but in the end, it was the same old customer service routine. You got paid to put on a welcoming persona and make the client feel good about having their time and money wasted. Besides, most of the calls he took were from men looking for a tsundere -- Tsukishima was halfway sure he could just berate them for their bad life decisions for an hour and the guys would end the call breathless and satisfied. It was easy money.
And going to university in Tokyo isn't cheap. Kuroo had sounded so crestfallen when Tsukishima had told him he had to bail on karaoke with him, Bokuto, and Akaashi, but in Tsukishima's estimation, this is still preferable than trying to maintain a long-distance relationship like he had in high school. He'll just have to try not getting scheduled for as many of these overnight shifts, maybe.
A soft chime sounds from the app on his computer. "Tsukishima-kun? Got another one for you, when you're ready," says the lady from dispatch. "This one asked for you by name."
Tsukishima terminates his back stretches and slides back into his chair, sticking on his headset as he rolls over toward the keyboard.
"I'm not surprised," he says into the mic, giving his right shoulder another roll to unstick it a little before accepting the transfer. That's the one downside of these remote gigs, it's a lot of sitting. He's heard some of the contractors do their shifts from the treadmill, but he can't imagine doing this work from the campus fitness center, not even the graveyard shift. "It's about time I started getting some regulars."
"No, I mean, your real name," says dispatch, sounding a little more concerned. "His details should be showing up for you now. If he's a creep I can tell him to go away."
Tsukishima glances at his screen, and quickly exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Then he flushes with embarrassment instead, and seriously considers taking dispatch up on her offer.
"No, he's fine," he grumbles finally, pushing up his glasses to massage his eyelids. Suddenly, this shift feels like it's gone on much later than it has. "Put him through."
There's a tone, and a characteristic click in his headset, and then Tsukishima draws himself up.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I... thought I'd surprise you at work?" Kuroo hazards.
"You know how much this costs per minute, don't you?"
"So it'll go into Little Kei's College Fund, it's fine!" There's a warble of nervousness in Kuroo's voice he isn't quite managing to smooth over with the whole cool operator routine, and Tsukishima rolls his eyes.
"After the agency gets a cut. And I don't want you paying me for-- for things you can get on your own," he says, halting over his own words as his embarrassment cracks through his front of irritation for a moment. "If you were that bothered about me missing karaoke you should have said something."
"I'm not bothered! ...Maybe I am."
"That was fast."
"It's just I wanna do boyfriend-y things like support you, but you won't let me, but you aren't free to hang out on the weekends either, so it's like you're farther away now than you were in high school!"
"This again..." Tsukishima lets out a sigh. "You're so needy. Aren't you the older one here?"
"'Needy'?" Kuroo squawks in protest.
"And I bet you're already unzipping your pants..."
"The lady said you specialize in this, so I thought--"
"Put it on ice and call me back on my cell in an hour," Tsukishima tells him, firmly. "I said I didn't want you paying for this."