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2025 Round: Quotes

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2025 Round: Quotes

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"the poem begins not where the knife enters, but where the blade twists"

"beauty is terror"

"you'll just have to taste me, when he's kissing you"

Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. For this round, every prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, do whatever. Steal from a literary classic, or copy a hit tweet.

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✧ 2025 ROUND: QUOTES ✧

2025 FILLS MASTERLIST

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i'm glad that you enjoyed this TT___TT writing wwjn for the first time in literal years really felt like trying to spur rusted-over joints into motion, so i'm happy to hear that the beats still hit ♡ not a literary genius in any universe but i am blushing TT___TT your kind words mean the world to me!!

i'm glad to hear that this came across as quintessentially wonhui!! writing the quiet warmth of their relationship felt like returning home in a way ♡ thank you so much for reading!

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Nayoung
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Formula 1 AU
Permission to remix: Yes

***

tweet

that last scene.... x__x

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan
Major Tags: tw: mentions of blood, tw: actual stabbing -- well, more like slicing
Additional Tags: fine lines between love and hate, mr. & mrs. smith dynamics-ish, no mcd (sorry not sorry, it's funner this way), kinda nsfw -- probably nsfw
Permission to remix: Yes

***

There are worse ways to die, Jeonghan thinks when he wakes up to a sharp pain in his ribs.

It's a conflicting feeling, he muses, when he looks up to see Wonwoo straddling him in bed. Merely hours ago, the sight made Jeonghan so fucking hard, he nearly came when Wonwoo sat on him and bottomed out. Now, as Jeonghan's eyes watch his blood drip from the knife Wonwoo is twirling between his long, delicate fingers, he --

Nope, he's just as hard as he was earlier. Good to know that when you're dying, some things really don't change.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes. "It's a superficial cut," he explains. Jeonghan hisses when he adjusts his position.

"These are new sheets, Wonungie," he groans in annoyance, trying desperately not to sound like he's gritting his teeth.

Wonwoo shrugs. "You can buy new ones."

"Do you know how expensive it is to buy Egyptian cotton nowadays?" Jeonghan ruts his hips up against Wonwoo, partially to annoy him, and partially to distract him. His lips curl into a slight smirk when he watches Wonwoo's eyes roll to the back of his head, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his groin pushes down against Jeonghan.

"Don't I always make it worth your while?" Wonwoo purrs.

Jeonghan isn't sure what's going to kill him faster -- the small pool of blood ruining his perfectly good sheets, coming from a thin slice along his ribs, or the way Wonwoo is leaning over him. Wonwoo's hair is finally long enough for Jeonghan's fingers to tangle into and tug down for a searing kiss. His body, sculpted to perfection by months of training and eventually missions, fits perfectly on top of Jeonghan when their tongues battle for dominance in the small space between their lips.

Jeonghan pulls away when Wonwoo brushes against his wound, letting out a hiss. "Fuck," Jeonghan growls, glaring up at Wonwoo. "Did you really have to do that?"

"It's been a fantasy of mine since we met, hyung," Wonwoo replies innocently, the small smirk on his face shooting pulses of heat down to Jeonghan's dick. "And you like fulfilling my fantasies, don't you?"

Jeonghan hisses again when Wonwoo presses the flat sheet against the wound.

"You're so fucking pretty, hyung." Wonwoo's eyes devour the mildly pained look on Jeonghan's face. His teeth latch onto his bottom lip, and Jeonghan demands (to no avail) his cock to stop throbbing this instant. "You're gonna make me hard again, looking like this."

The older lets out a chuckle. "Wonwoo-yah, who are you kidding?" His fingers move to grip onto Wonwoo's hips. "Like I can't already feel how much you want me."

Wonwoo grins, a full-blown smile that takes Jeonghan's breath away (well, that and the new gill Wonwoo fashioned for him in his fucking sleep).

Jeonghan pulls him down again, his lips crashing against Wonwoo's. Wonwoo's tongue instantly asks for permission to explore his mouth, and Jeonghan lets him.

There's something about Wonwoo that makes him feral, something that makes Jeonghan find pleasure through the pain as he rubs his cock against Wonwoo through the sheets. Something about how fucking hot it sounds when he hears the knife clang to the floor because Wonwoo is switching it out for lube.

Jeonghan so often loves being in control, yet there is something about Wonwoo that makes him turn to putty in his hands. Makes him pliant when Wonwoo's fingers reach behind to work him open. Makes him whiny when his fingers are replaced by his cock. Makes him needy when he begs for Wonwoo to fuck him deeper. Makes him boneless when he screams, pain and pleasure colliding, friction turning into fire, ribbons of cum splattering all over Wonwoo's chest and down his stomach.

"Now we're even," Wonwoo whispers against his mouth. Jeonghan can feel him grin.

"Not until you get me some new fucking sheets."

*

When Jeonghan wakes up again with a gasp, he clamors around the bed, fingers grasping around in the dark.

The moon shines slivers of light into the room. Jeonghan's eyes begin to adjust to the dark. His fingers brush against his ribs, skin sewn neatly together by almost surgically-precise stitches.

The knife lays prettily on his bedside table, stained with Jeonghan's blood. A note, written next to it:

Angel, I was called for an assignment. The folder's in the kitchen with all the data. Pick me up at the airport tomorrow?

P.S. I'll pick up some sheets on the way back. Love you.

P.P.S. How do you feel about being gagged?

Edited 2025-01-08 08:34 (UTC)

ugh thank you so much, i'm so glad you loved it :']

it actually wasn't going to end hopefully but i'm glad it did!!

one day. not today, but one day. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

love u, 14

ooof this is beautiful and the weight of the past is so heavy

Vernon loved Seungkwan the way he loves a mic in his hand — not only for what he represents, but also for the person Vernon becomes when he surrenders the gravity of that love.

How awful, the way Seungkwan doesn’t seem to think either of them has changed. How comforting, and how wonderful, and what a goddamn disappointment.

love these lines so so much! thank you for writing and sharing!

heehee im so glad... i did add a little extra when i ao3ed it!!

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

In the season when the flowers are blown by the wind and fall
It still seems as if I'm holding your hand
Back then, the flowers were so beautiful
I couldn’t feel it as deeply then as I do now

스물다섯, 스물하나 (Twenty Five, Twenty One) - Jaurim

Edited 2025-01-14 02:11 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Any(/Verkwan)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Excuse me if I spoke too soon
My eyes have always
Followed you around the room

If I Had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

Seungkwan: I wish you’d look at me this much normally.

Vernon: I’m looking at you more than you think I am.

During Nana Tour mafia game (loose translation)

(Vernon also once used If I Had a Gun as bgm to an instagram post before wiping his account clean.... do with that what you will)

Ship/Member: Any (but consider Jihoon, Seungkwan)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: MCD

Prompt:

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well, you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

Ship/Member: Any (but consider Jun)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Perhaps the human soul needs excursions, and must not be denied them. But the point of an excursion is that you come home again.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence

&

Come back to me like you used to do
Be what you be, I will roll you to moon

Come Back To Me, RM

LITERALLY THE CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN CRY MEME RIGHT NOW... TT___TT op this is brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular TT___TT___TT u are so talented!!! jeonghan's casual sprawl and nayoung's closed-off posture... the glow on one side of the couch... you've captured so much and i'm so in awe and CRYING... sorry that this comment is so disjointed but i just keep looking at this and can't believe it exists!! thank you so much for this and sharing your lovely work ♡

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

i've always felt you're like a mirage to me. like a light i can't hold. light on its own cannot be held and will always pass through hands, but you really want me to hold you, and it scares me sometimes.

sometimes the closer you come to me, the more i draw away. not because i hate you, but because the weight of your love is something i don't take lightly.

Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jihoon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: exes to lovers, reconciliation, AU - apocalypse, but dw they don't die
Permission to remix: Yes -- gimme the break-up HAHAHA

***

They run into each other once again, as one does these days, during a supermarket raid.

Soonyoung darts around people with ease -- people scrambling for water and canned goods, the kinds of things they try to grab when they're at a point of desperation. Luckily, Soonyoung isn't one of those people. Luckily, he doesn't have to resort to things like violence to get what he needs.

Doesn't mean he shouldn't make it quick, though.

With a practiced precision of years of dancing (kind of a useless skill nowadays, but he's glad some of them are transferrable to the situation), Soonyoung pivots into a mostly empty aisle. Before all This, the aisle was used for dry goods. Nowadays, people didn't have electricity or even fire.

Poor babies, Soonyoung muses, walking over to grab a five-pound bag of rice. It should be enough to last him a month until the next raid. He stuffs the grain in his duffel bag, before continuing down the aisle for some cup noodles.

When he turns to the next aisle, he stops in his tracks.

He could recognize that battered black hoodie from anywhere, the hunch of his back, pale fingers holding onto a ten-pack of instant rice.

"Jihoon," he says. The name rolls off his tongue, and his mouth tingles with excitement at the muscle memory of a familiar feeling. A familiar person.

The person freezes. Slowly, he faces Soonyoung.

Soonyoung's heart pounds frantically in his ears.

"Young-ah."

*

They sit in an abandoned park. Pretty risky, but the sun won't set for another hour. It was enough time for Soonyoung to make it back to base with no issues.

Jihoon's fingers are tucked in his pockets, the pack of rice snugly tucked into his hoodie. It looks like he's hiding a strangely deformed baby in his sweater, and the sight makes Soonyoung chuckle. He shakes his head, looking up at the sky in disbelief.

"It's good to see you," Soonyoung says aloud. Jihoon scoffs, an empty way to shield himself against Soonyoung's pleasantry. "It's been a while."

"It has," Jihoon at least agrees to that, nodding his head. "Do we have to do the small talk thing?"

Soonyoung grins smugly. "You mean you don't want to talk about the weather, Hoonie?"

Jihoon snorts ungracefully, rolling his head back to look at the sky. "You thought I was dead."

The bluntness makes Soonyoung hiss from the impact. I did, Soonyoung thinks angrily. I thought you were gone. I thought that I fucked up for real by letting you go last time.

Soonyoung instead lifts a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "Well, you're not."

"I'm not," Jihoon exhales, the air causing his lips to briefly trill.

Soonyoung tilts his head to examine Jihoon. He still sports the same pale skin, a stark contrast to the longer hair falling across his cheeks down to his collarbones. Jihoon had fashioned something like a chopstick to pin his hair in place at the back of his head, but it doesn't do much to keep stray tendrils from falling and shrouding his face. His cheekbones are slightly more pronounced (Soonyoung wonders if he's been eating much), but he still has enough fat and muscle on him to fill in his hoodie.

Soonyoung doesn't say anything about the dark circles under his eyes. It's not his job to worry about how Jihoon was surviving. Jihoon specifically told him not to.

(Soonyoung was always a bit of a rebel, though.)

Since we're skipping pleasantries - "I missed you."

Jihoon doesn't look at him, but Soonyoung watches the apples of his collarbones flush pink in the afternoon light.

"I'm glad you're okay," Soonyoung continues honestly, looking away to stare up at the sky. "I was worried."

"You had bigger things to worry about," Jihoon shoots back.

"I didn't." Soonyoung scoffs. "You were worth worrying about, Jihoon."

Jihoon lets out a croak of laughter. Soonyoung tilts his head sharply to look at him.

He's laughing, despite the lines of tears sliding down his cheeks. He's laughing, even if his nose begins to look splotchy. He yells -- his usual response when he's feeling too much, when there's too much to say, but the words are stuck in his throat because he's on the verge of being too honest, too vulnerable.

"Did you ever stop?" he finally asks. Soonyoung watches him chew on his bottom lip. "Worrying about me?"

"No." Soonyoung shakes his head, earnest. "Never."

"Why?"

"Cause I love you." It has always been this simple for Soonyoung. It had to be. Sometimes, when everything is falling apart around you, the simplest truths are the easiest to hold onto -- and Soonyoung loves Jihoon. Simple. Not necessarily easy. But simple enough.

Jihoon turns to look at him, watery eyes and all. He's visibly annoyed, based on the way he's rubbing his face with the sweater paw he created on his right hand. "I should've picked the small talk," he mutters, almost like it's an apology.

Soonyoung shakes his head. "It doesn't hurt to tell you that," he says. "Loving you wasn't the painful part, you know."

Jihoon nudges Soonyoung sharply with his shoulder. Soonyoung laughs and shakes his head, turning away again from Jihoon. The sky shows beginnings of the sunset, once pale pastel colors now turning vividly pink and purple. Loving Jihoon is like that -- pale, blooming beginnings, turning into vivid emotions that turn the sky different colors almost too beautiful to look at.

"It's probably why I'm alive," Jihoon admits. "You loving me."

That hits Soonyoung like a tidal wave. "Why?" he asks, fighting back the lump forming in his throat.

"Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could only help me by loving me?" Jihoon shrugs, letting out a deep breath. "Well, you did love me for a moment. And it helped me. It has always helped me."

Soonyoung snorts, a watery sound that makes Jihoon burst into genuine laughter. "I wouldn't call it a moment," Soonyoung replies defensively, tears rapidly spilling out of his eyes. "You gotta give me more credit than that, Jihoonie!"

"Well, I'll give you something else, then." Jihoon meets Soonyoung's watery eyes with his own, shining brightly against the sunset. "I love you too, Soonyoung. Life's too short for me to deny it, anyway."

Soonyoung lets out a choked sob. He's crying, but when was the last time he felt like this? This thing that reminds him of hope?

Jihoon's arm moves to wrap around Soonyoung's shoulders. The contact makes Soonyoung even more emotional, his own arms sliding around Jihoon's waist. He's spent too much time repenting and lamenting letting Jihoon go. There's no way he's doing it again. Not now. Not when he has another chance.

"What are we gonna do with all this rice?" he wails against Jihoon's shoulder, the other shaking with laughter underneath him.

"Well, who knows when the world's ending? Let's eat it together."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. 🥺🥺🥺

"Let's eat it together." Thank you for this gift!!!

Ship/Member: Any (i'd be so happy if you make this about wonwoo)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: haunting? ghosts?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Someday, when I am dead, if you dump petals on my grave carelessly, I will come back to haunt you.

Sure. Just come. I hope you come.

–How to Make Millions Before Grandma Dies (2024)

Ship/Member: booseoksoon, any combination or all 3
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: ass, booty, 🍑
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I know you got a fat ass
You know, I love a fat ass
Girl, I really don't know
How you fit in them pants
Can't figure it out
I just wanna show you off

(jay park-need to know)

Ship/Member: booseoksoon, any combination or all 3
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: laughs, shenanigans
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

- what is a jester with no audience.. when a clown jokes in an empty forest does the little honk have any meaning

- clowns honk not for other, but for themselves

source (https://images.app.goo.gl/PTcXnzWH2MiAqonj9)

Ship/Member: Any, Wonwoo/Any, Seungcheol/Any
Major Tags: Unrequited Love
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

You will care for somebody, and you'll love him tremendously, and live and die for him. I know you will, it's your way, and you will and I'll watch.

-Little Women (2019)

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Minghao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: UnREAL AU; ambiguous relationships; bickering and mild power play
Permission to remix: Yes

***

“I think you’re too smart to be on a show like this,” Minghao says, breaking the silence. Most of the crew has made themselves scarce, and the only reason Mingyu is still here is because old habits die hard.

“A show ‘like this’?” Mingyu echoes, tired.

It’s not an uncommon sentiment, but it gets old after the first time you’ve heard it. What’s a smart boy like you doing producing a dating show? His friends are on the film festival circuit. Emmy-bound. Cannes. Tiny little events you’ve never even heard of, racking up awards just to rub shoulders and be closer to someone of some sort of proximity to someone who knows someone.

The easy answer is that he’s damn good at it. The real answer is a lot less simple, but nothing ever is, is it?

He leans over to look at Minghao, on the opposite end of the room, where his eyes are still locked on the screens. One of the girls is doing her one-on-one while the others rush past her in a flurry of sequins and satin.

He’s already forgotten what the hell their date theme is supposed to be tonight, and he’s itching to be out on the set rather than sitting in mission control. But supervisors supervise, and if Jeonghan intervenes any more, it’ll be a costly blow to his sanity.

At least Joshua isn’t on set anymore.

“And yet, here we both are.” Mingyu gestures between them before reaching for his coffee. Minghao lets out a short laugh, flipping to the next page in his notebook.

“I’m just saying, you’re smart. You’ve been here, what? Four years? You could be supervising on a different project. See the world.”

The air pot in the PCR is empty, and they still have a few more hours of filming for the evening. He’s already forgotten the name of the runner since Heuning Kai’s been promoted to PA—and doing a piss poor job of it. Watching him fumble with the contestants Mingyu had handpicked for him is painful.

“Some of us have to rely on regular work for a living. Not a trust fund.”

“Right.” The backrest of Minghao’s chair squeaks as he leans back from the table, two legs off the ground. “Or your inheritance.”

Mingyu’s head snaps up, body turned fully forward. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not the only one who runs intel on new coworkers.”

“It’s not an inheritance.”

“Your parents live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in all of Korea.”
Mingyu scowls. It’s not not wrong. He examines Minghao from the corner of his eye, watching him watch the screens. Watching his hand glide across a page as he takes notes, so clearly out of his element here.

Mingyu thumbs through the searches he’d done before Minghao had formally arrived on set. Before he’d screamed into a pillow in his hotel room and helped himself to the mini-bar. His Instagram. The blog he’d kept through university, and the director commentary on YouTube.

Sure, the network had bid on him, but no one gives unless they’re getting.

“Network intervention aside, was it your mom or your ex that was a fan of the show?”

There’s enough distance between Minghao’s last project (a short doc on repression and art) and where he is now (watching a has-been female idol wrestle with an Olympic archer for a shot at a date with some soccer player) that it’s one or both.

Minghao’s hand stills. “My mom.”

“And when was the last time you’ve spoken to her?”

Hesitation. And then, “Some time.”

Mingyu reads between the lines. “That last story took you too far away from home, huh?”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Produce me,” Minghao says sharply, snapping his notebook shut. His chair rolls as he stands, circling the table to retrieve the worn leather laptop bag that dangles from the old broken tripod everyone uses as a rack. “I fell for that shit once, and I’m not doing it again.”

“So be real with me, sajang-nim.”

Minghao’s arm drops, eyes already rolling before facing him head on. Watching the professional veneer come down changes his body language, his stance. There’s an edge to his voice when he speaks again.

“You know I didn’t take this job because of you.”

Mingyu barks out a laugh, turning his attention from the screens to give it to Minghao fully. “Oh, I know. There are easier ways to upset me, and you’ve always been creative.”

Minghao’s expression darkens at the reminder. They’d done so well at keeping the shared past under wraps that Mingyu dragging it out into the open, even when they’re alone, is a betrayal.

As they both know from two rounds of eliminations so far, the past cannot stay buried. Better to drag it to light now rather than let someone dig it up later.

On screen, the ex-idol bests the archer. The camera pulls in on her triumphant face, the dark glee in her eyes. She’s thrown her fear of shattering her reputation to the wind. Mingyu makes a mental note to move her on the board. Character arc aside, it disqualifies her from what they call ‘a wifey’.

“You’re the one who went above Jeonghan’s head to tell Seungcheol about what he and Joshua are doing on this set,” Minghao says carefully, turning over each word like a smooth stone.

Each word already lined up to be thrown in his direction.

“I’m sorry that your brilliant plan backfired and didn’t go your way, but when you’re in my control room—yes, Mingyu, my room, I’m showrunner, not you—we are not…”

One of the walkies blips, and they both jump. A sharp reminder of where they are now. How their lives have reconverged.

Minghao’s hands twist around the leather straps, reddened face visible even in the din. “You’re nothing to me. Do you understand?”

Then the mask returns, and Minghao’s professional persona slips right back into place.

Mingyu clears his throat and turns back in his chair. He reaches for the walkie, catching something near Camera 3. It’ll be smart to capture it for the B-roll.

“Yeah. Understood.”

Edited (lite edits :)) 2025-01-11 01:16 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Wonwoo-centric, Wonwoo/Mingyu, background Seungcheol/Jeonghan
Major Tags: MCD :'D
Additional Tags: Fire Emblem: Three Houses AU (but no context required - treat it as a fantasy AU with knights and mages and dragons), duty vs love, hwa writes sins and tragedies
Permission to remix: Yes

***
Are you proud of yourself klav? Look at the word count on AO3 here and know how good you baited me and how long this fish chewed that bait!!

'love is your anchor' is SUCH a minghao quote, i cant believe you opened with that brilliant characterisation which kind of also was the anchor for the whole fic?? so wonderful!!! timetravel verhao is such a treat and all the little details in this, the cube, the tea set, the ring?!!! make it so, so rich.

oh...i love this. so liminal, like the dialogue could just exist in a space that isnt real even though it is. also making it wonchan makes the hurt sting a little less? idk if thats a great way to explain it, but like, the imbalance of a situation like this feels almost mellowed because of wonwoo's care - i really love how you wrote them here!

boobin!!!!!!what a joy! so warm, so soft, so sweet!

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2025 Round: Quotes

Re: [FILL] i wouldn't ask you

Re: [FILL] i wouldn't ask you

[REMIX] road head

[FILL] ouch (nsfw)

Re: [FILL] liquid sunshine, moonlight vapor

Re: [FILL] liquid sunshine, moonlight vapor

Re: [FILL] you haven't changed

Re: [REMIX] Limbo

no subject

eyes on you?

and i will always love you

come back to me

Re: [REMIX] road head

you enter where light does

[FILL] even if the world ends tomorrow

Re: [FILL] even if the world ends tomorrow

no subject

booseoksoon ass in jeans

booseoksoon jesters

and i'll watch

[FILL] anything close can cut through bone

[FILL] kingmaker

Re: [FILL] so make it count

Re: i can water the moon

Re: [FILL] REM