YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

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For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!

This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.

This round will end on June 16th.

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.

You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:

PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

for your fill post title, please use the following format:

FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

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Ship: OC/OC
Words: 764
Notes: Step 1: Do not under any circumstances allow the girl you like to find out that you have a crush on her. Step 2: ??? Step 3: Relationship.

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"Parker. Parker." He's standing in line for lunch and poking at his phone, but that's his problem, not mine. I grab his wrist and tug. "I need you. Outside. Now."

"Jeez, Em," he complains, but he lets me pull him down the hallway and out the door. Once we're finally safe out of earshot, I round on him.

"It's about the situation," I say. "With the person."

"You mean Kayl-"

"Not here!" I look around. Nobody is close enough to notice, but still. "Yes. That situation, with that person. There's been a development."

"Oh, nice! I like developments."

"Not a good development!"

"Oh. Niceness revoked."

I roll my eyes. "Please take this seriously. I may have committed a slight breach of security."

"Very not nice."

"I... look. It's possible I had written her name in my notebook. Several times."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Several dozen times."

He raises his eyebrows even further.

"Okay I don't know how many times! A lot of times! However many times you can fit on a page! And I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and she walked past my desk and she just! Stared! She just stared at it! And then she stared at me! And then she walked away without saying anything!"

"Are you sure she actually read it? Maybe she thought you were writing about a different K-"

"Do not."

"A different person whose name starts with K. There are plenty of names that start with K, right?"

"Then why would she stare at me? It's too late. It's all over. She knows."

"And that's bad because?"

"She knows I'm gay," I hiss. "She knows I like her."

"An understandable issue. I have a few proposals, in that case. First, kill her."

"What?!"

He grins. "It's an elegant solution, right? She's gone, she can't know anything anymore because she's dead, and plus you won't be burdened by liking her! Of course, you might have some other different problems, but you won't have this problem."

"I can't believe I actually came to you looking for-"

"Second," he cuts me off, "hitchhike across the country and start a new life in Los Angeles. She'll never know what happened to you! Problem solved. Third-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!"

"-you concoct an elaborate lie in which the two of us have discovered we're both actually bisexual and now we're dating. Unfortunately I'm not going to help you do that. Fourth, you could be honest with her about your feelings."

"We’ve been over this! She's-"

"She's dated a guy. That doesn't mean she's straight. And she's cool with me and I'm a gay trans freak, so a lesbian's not going to freak her out either. What's the worst thing that can happen?"

"She tells me to get lost."

"Exactly! She tells you she's not interested, and you go from not dating her to not dating her. So if you think about it, you have nothing to lose!"

"That's not how it works!"

"That's exactly how it works."

"So what do I do, just go up to her like, 'hey, I have no idea if you’re into girls, want to find out with me?' "

"That would be cute."

"That would be stupid! And what if she is into girls, but I say something dumb, and she decides she's not into me specifically? There's all kinds of possibilities you're not even thinking about. This is - stop laughing! Nothing about this situation is funny!"

He does not stop laughing. "Or - Fifth option, you could just turn around."

"Turn around? What the hell kind of advice is that?" My voice is rising now, but I don’t care. "I'm supposed to, what, just walk away? Pretend none of this ever happened? Ignore my feelings and act like I’m somehow not completely gay for-"

I feel a hand tap my shoulder.

I shriek.

"Hey."

It's her. My adrenaline does not stop spiking. It starts spiking even harder.

"Hi! Kayla! I - I didn’t hear you behind me!"

"I figured," she says. "Anyway, Emily, I was wondering if... you know... I wanted to ask whether... uh, if you wanted to hang out at my place later today? If you're interested. But like. No pressure."

I have bluescreened. My brain is dead. I am running on autopilot. "Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"Anyway," she says, "you can meet me here after school, I guess? So, uh... see you then?"

"Yes! I'll see you then too!"

We just stare at each other.

"Right! Well. Bye?" She doesn't wait for my response before walking away.

I turn back to Parker.

"Don't even start."