2025 Round: Quotes

[hwarium]

Status: Open Prompting is currently open. Prompting is open from 28 December 2024 to 19 January 2025. Seventeen Holidays 2025 Round: Quotes About "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. 🛑 HOLD UP If this is your first time on 17hols please check out our About Page which has helpful information about dreamwidth and HTML. We are a prompting fest where all the action happens in the comment section. Rules Sign up is not required. Fills have a minimum of 400 words for prose, haiku-length for poetry (3 lines), and 400px by 400px for art (memes are also art). Other mediums are fine too! There is no maximum cap. Tag and provide content warnings at your discretion, but a good guide are the Ao3 four (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage) and this list of common CWs (cr: SportsFest). NSFW/Explicit content should be tagged NSFW art should not be visible, please provide a link and a warning. You may crop the artwork and embed a SFW preview. How it works Prompting Click on [Post a New Comment] at the bottom of this post; Change the subject; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment and edit the sections. Feel free to add as much detail as you want! Need ideas? Check out our 2021 and 2022 Quote rounds. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> None <strong>Prompt:</strong> <blockquote>[QUOTE GOES HERE] </blockquote> Filling Reply to the original prompt; You must change the subject to [FILL] - this is to help the mods track. Feel free to add a title Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment, edit the sections, and add your text. You may also upload your fill to the AO3 Collection. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** Remixing Post as a reply to the fill you are remixing, using the same HTML as above; Change the subject to [REMIX]. Art/media Upload your work to any platform (twitter, imgur, youtube, soundcloud, google maps, etc.) Using the same HTML code as above, copy the link into your fill or remix. That's it! Optionally, you can embed a picture into your comment. Please use the following code instead. (To explain, the HTML resizes your picture to 400x400px so that it fits on most screens. Users can view the full size if they click on it. You can also add a link to your work on twitter so that others can share it, or to any other website you want) <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** <img src="INSERT IMAGE URL" width="400px"> <a href="INSERT ANY URL YOU WANT">TEXT THAT DESCRIBES THE LINK</a> Note! On dreamwidth, you can't edit a comment once someone has replied to it. Navigation ABOUT FAQ TWITTER BAITS ✧ 2025 ROUND: QUOTES ✧ 2025 FILLS MASTERLIST ARCHIVE: 2021 ARCHIVE: 2022 ARCHIVE: 2023 NOTION DATABASE

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Re: [FILL] REM pt 2

[deadwine]

oh my god!!! you built the tension soooo carefully, so cleverly, and so well, i well near threw my laptop when super tuna showed up. this was so, so immersive and i love your soobin and seungkwan!!! just. so tender and real, and really the kind of the dynamics i love from canon compliant fics in idolverse. thank you!

Re: [FILL]: running through the halls of your haunted home

[deadwine]

only you could start 17hols with the bang it deserves aka mcd, hantings and ghost jeonghan!!!!i love this!!! love the icy winds whenever they show up, because im me. also love the awkwardness in seokwoo's conversations when the reunite. so real!

Re: [FILL] sweet tooth

[deadwine]

oh wow. this is incredible. the joshua to jeonghan phonecall is now one of my favourite 95z moment in fic, possibly ever. sharp and incisive!

Re: [FILL] Re: they sit together on the porch

[deadwine]

hiiiiii welcome back to svtfic with such immense style! love the tear metaphor, the image of the highway and the hand on the wheel - and the possibility of more, with minghao! so happy to see you here!!

Re: [FILL] leave a light on

[deadwine]

i loooove fics with unresolved grief. this is hauntingly beautiful, quite literally so!

[FILL] shadow

[cheapdates]

Ship/Member: wonwoo/jeonghan
Major Tags: DUBCON, tentacles, explicit sexual content, body horror
Additional Tags: jeonghan is an eldritch being. wonwoo is a freak. power imbalance. twisted human/monster romance.
Permission to remix: Yes

Inspired by the entirety of the song Shadow by F(x).

I'm going to be honest - I've never written anything like this. My brand of dark and twisted is pining men crying during sex. I can't explain or defend this. I also can't believe I'm actually going through with it and posting it to 17hols, laying my depravity at the feet of some of the writers I admire most in the community. Alas. Here we are. PLEASE heed the tags.

***

The streets are nearly deserted at this hour, quiet except for the faint hum of neon signs flickering above shuttered storefronts. Their distorted reflections pool on the rain-slick sidewalk, shimmering like spilled oil. An occasional car drifts by, tires hissing against the wet asphalt, but otherwise, the city feels dead.

Wonwoo, however, knows better.

He’s a little buzzed from the bar, tired after hours of half-hearted conversations with co-workers whose names he can never seem to remember, but his senses are still sharp. And so, he notices the shift in the air as he crosses the street, just a block away from making it home safely. The warning is subtle at first, just a familiar prickle of unease at the back of his neck. Most times, it’s easy enough to convince himself he’s imagining it, that the feeling of being watched is nothing more than a trick of his nerves.

Not tonight.

A sound comes low and faint, nearly drowned out by his own footsteps. Soft and wet, like something slick being dragged across the pavement. It’s enough to make his pulse quicken, the fine hairs on his arms standing on end, but he doesn’t change his pace. Speeding up would only make this more fun for the creature that stalks him.

“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” Wonwoo asks, not bothering to look back.

A giggle ripples through the air. “Tired of you?” Jeonghan purrs. “Never.”

Wonwoo exhales sharply and ducks into the nearest alley. The narrow passageway reeks of mildew, the damp, slimy walls illuminated by the weak light of a single, flickering bulb hanging above a boarded-up door. It’s dark, cramped, and grimy, but it’s private. Private-ish. Private enough for what’s about to happen.

“You know,” Wonwoo mutters, his voice steadier than he feels, “you could just ask me out like a normal p—” He stops himself short, the word sticking in his throat. 

“Go on.” Jeonghan’s voice floats out of the shadows, deceptively soft. “Like a normal what?”

Wonwoo hesitates. The air suddenly feels heavier, colder, his skin pricking with a rush of adrenaline. His fight-or-flight instinct flares, but it’s useless. Jeonghan moves much faster than he ever could.

Before he can even blink, tentacles, slick and glistening, unfurl from the darkness. Two snap around his wrists, yanking his arms above his head and slamming him back against the filthy brick wall. The impact knocks the breath from his lungs, leaving him momentarily dazed, his chest heaving as he tries to recover.

The tentacles are impossibly cold, their surface textured like raw, wet flesh. The sensation is sickening, enough to jolt him back to full awareness. He thrashes, desperately trying to find leverage, but the more he struggles, the tighter they bind him. A violent shiver runs through Wonwoo, part disgust, part something far worse.

“Like a normal person,” he bites out, though the word feels absurd, especially now.

Laughter echoes down the alley as Jeonghan steps into the dim light. At first glance, he almost looks human. Almost. But as he glides closer, the illusion shatters. His skin ripples, shifting between translucent and opaque, veins glowing like molten threads beneath thin glass. His limbs are just a touch too long, his joints bending at unnatural angles, dark hair falling limp against his shoulders like strands of ink. His angelic face is wrong in ways that are hard to pin down—it’s as though someone has smeared his features, blurring the edges like charcoal on wet paper. Worst of all are his eyes: twin black voids that seem to devour the low light around them. They aren’t just looking at Wonwoo—they’re pulling, dragging him into their abyss, threatening to consume him whole.

“And ruin all the fun we have?” Jeonghan teases, leaning in close enough that his icy breath ghosts over Wonwoo’s face. “How boring.”

From the shadows behind him, a third tentacle emerges—thinner, more serpentine. It snakes forward, circling around Wonwoo’s ankle with a wet, chilling grip. He stiffens as it slips beneath the cuff of his pant leg, the cold sensation trailing higher and higher. Dread settles in his gut, but something hotter, deeper, stirs alongside it.

When the appendage brushes between his legs, finding him half-hard and leaking beneath the fabric of his underwear, shame hits Wonwoo like a punch to the stomach. 

Jeonghan hums, a low, mocking sound, his head tilting with an unsettling, boneless fluidity. The tentacle flicks cruelly against the tip of Wonwoo’s cock, and Wonwoo’s vision splinters, the world around him cracking at the edges like glass on the verge of shattering.

“Stop,” Wonwoo gasps. It’s not an order. It’s a plea.

“Stop?” Jeonghan echoes, black eyes widening with feigned innocence. “But you’re already so eager.”

The tentacle winds slowly around Wonwoo’s cock, and the sensation is almost enough to drive him mad. It’s texture shifts as it slides down his length—soft as velvet one moment, rough like sandpaper the next, each change dragging a choked sound from Wonwoo’s throat. Another tentacle slips beneath his sweater, trailing up his torso with slow undulations. The ridged surface drags against his skin, leaving lines of ice and goosebumps in its wake.

It’s already too much, overwhelming and unbearable, and yet, somehow, not enough. It’s everything Wonwoo knows he shouldn’t want, and still, he’s growing harder, already coming apart at the seams. Each motion sends violent jolts through his body, like lightning searing through his nerves, sharper and brighter with every strike. It’s disgusting. It’s perfect. So fucking perfect. Nothing else, no one else, has ever come close to making him feel this good.

Wonwoo’s hips jerk forward, instinctively rolling into the pressure, a broken whimper spilling from his lips as his head thuds back against the wall. His glasses slide down his nose, the fogged lenses blurring Jeonghan’s monstrous form into a hazy, indistinct shape, and Wonwoo is grateful for it. It’s easier this way. Easier to lose himself in the sensation and not the horror of what’s happening.

"See?" Jeonghan murmurs, his lips brushing against Wonwoo’s. “You do want this.” His hand—if it can even be called a hand—grips Wonwoo’s jaw, spindly digits digging into his chin.

“I don’t,” Wonwoo whispers, though the words are brittle, hollow, even to his own ears.

Jeonghan’s grin stretches unnaturally wide, his mouth curling all the way to his cheekbones. “You’re a terrible liar.” His tongue, slick and too long, drags up the length of Wonwoo’s neck, lapping at the sweat gathering there.

Twisting away, Wonwoo bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, holding back a moan, but he can’t stop the tremor that runs through his body.

The tentacles continue to move. The one coiled around his cock tightens, stroking with an unnatural rhythm, shifting in ways that defy human touch. It’s impossibly precise. Calculated. Fluid. Another winds around his waist, slithering up his spine, its suckers latching onto each vertebra with a wet, obscene sound.

“You’re so perfect like this,” Jeonghan breathes, his voice reverent, almost tender. “Helpless. Mine.”

“I hate you,” Wonwoo spits, though the sentiment is weakened by the involuntary buck of his hips. “I hate this.”

Jeonghan laughs. "No, you don’t. You lead me here because you wanted this," he says, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating in the hollow spaces inside Wonwoo’s chest. “Admit it, Wonungie. Just say it.”

Wonwoo shakes his head, his hands clawing at the slimy brick behind him. The sensations are relentless, the ridges of Jeonghan’s appendages sliding against his most sensitive spots in a way that’s too much, too fast, too good. His knees buckle, but the tentacles hold him upright, pinning him firmly against the wall.

“Say it.”

Wonwoo shakes his head again, biting his lip until he tastes blood. The tentacles tighten their hold, squeezing, stroking, dragging him closer to the edge.

“Come on. Say it,” Jeonghan demands, his void-like eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

The tentacle between Wonwoo’s legs unfurls further, splitting into finer tendrils, each one working independently, caressing the most hypersensitive spots of his body. They stroke, pulse, and twist in perfect synchronization, pleasuring him from every angle. One coils tighter around the head of his cock, while another slips lower, wrapping around the base. A third presses against his perineum, slick and firm, sending a bolt of electricity up his spine. One more curls between his ass cheeks, circling, teasing. It flirts with pushing inside him but doesn’t—hovering, threatening, leaving him dangling on the brink, his nerves lit up like live wires. 

“Beg me for it, or I’ll stop,” Jeonghan warns.

Wonwoo’s head swims, the fight finally draining out of him at the threat.

“Please,” he chokes, the word tumbling out in a desperate rush.

“Please what?” Jeonghan taunts, his grin widening. “Say it, Wonungie.”

"Please, don’t stop," Wonwoo moans, his eyes squeezed shut, voice thick with shame. "I… I want it."

Jeonghan giggles, the sound sharp and unnatural, like the tinkling of shattered glass. “Mmm. There we go. Good boy,” he coos.

The tentacles tighten in reward, their strokes quickening, and Wonwoo’s body jerks helplessly against them, every inch of him wrung tight.

Beside his head, Jeonghan’s long, curved nails scrape against the alley wall, the harsh sound setting Wonwoo’s teeth on edge. “Mortals are so sensitive,” he murmurs. “So addictive.”

Before Wonwoo can respond, another tentacle slithers forward, brushing under his chin and curling toward his lips. Wonwoo tries to turn his head away, panic seizing his chest, but the other tentacles hold him fast.

“Open,” Jeonghan orders.

Wonwoo hesitates, his heart hammering against his ribs, but, slowly, reluctantly, his lips part. The tentacle slides inside, its texture alien and slick, hot and pulsating. The taste of copper and rot floods his mouth, making his stomach twist in revulsion. He gags, his throat convulsing as the appendage wraps around his tongue, moving in rhythm with the ones stroking his body. The sensation is vile, invasive in a way that makes his skin crawl, and yet his cock only throbs harder, his balls pulling up tight.

The pressure in his middle builds rapidly from there, spiraling out of control. Every muscle tenses, his nerves burning with electric fire, until the pleasure sharpens into a blinding ache. It sears through his stomach, his chest, his cock—pushing him past the limits of what he can endure. He’s lightheaded, everything narrowing to the unbearable sensations overtaking him. Darkness begins creeping into the edges of his vision, he thinks he might blackout…

And then, the world explodes.

The release, when it comes, isn’t a release at all—it’s a violent unraveling. A ruining. His muscles lock, his lungs forget how to work, and for a brief, terrifying moment, he isn’t sure where he ends and Jeonghan begins. His body spasms uncontrollably as his orgasm hits, wave after wave of brutal pleasure crashing through him, breaking him apart piece by piece. He jerks against the wall, helpless as the tentacles milk every last shudder from him, keeping him trapped on the razor’s edge between ecstasy and agony.

Above him, Jeonghan moans, a low, guttural rasp, his head snapping back as though he’s consuming every pulse of Wonwoo’s pleasure, devouring it like a feast.

Just when Wonwoo feels like he might truly lose his mind, might actually die, the tentacles begin to withdraw, peeling away with obscene squelches, leaving behind sticky trails of slick. Their absence is almost as overwhelming as their presence, a sudden, jarring emptiness that leaves Wonwoo gasping.

Without anything to hold him up, his legs buckle, trembling and useless, and he collapses against the wall, sliding down in a graceless heap. His chest heaves with shallow, ragged breaths; his body is wrecked, twitching uncontrollably with aftershocks that won’t subside.

Jeonghan crouches beside him, studying him with an almost childlike curiosity, head tilting at an unnatural angle. He reaches out, his not-quite-hand brushing over Wonwoo’s sweat-damp cheek.

“See? Wasn’t that fun?” he says with a sharp-toothed grin. “I’ll see you again soon, my Wonungie.” It’s both a promise and a threat.

Wonwoo doesn’t respond. He can’t. His body feels hollowed out, his mind is in shreds. Shame squeezes his throat, the echo of what just happened lingering in his nerves, refusing to fade. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong. He should feel angry, violated, revolted.

He should hate himself for this. Should hate this vile creature.

But as Jeonghan melts back into the shadows, disappearing into the darkest corner of the alley, all Wonwoo can think about, in the sick, aching aftermath, is how badly he wants more.

ao3.

[FILL] Vesuvius

[rainiest]

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Junhui
Major Tags: non-explicit sex, themes of death, multiple minor character deaths (no MCD or other archive warnings). see ao3 for full warnings
Additional Tags: OCL+tamtam cameo!
Permission to remix: Please ask

 

 

It begins deep underground.
It asks, What are you capable of?
What are you capable of giving up?

 

 

Every year, after the weather turns, Wonwoo’s phone starts to ring a lot more than usual.

It wakes him well before dawn, yanking his consciousness back into place and out of whatever dream he’d been having in a way that makes him queasy.

“I’m coming,” he says. He forces himself upright in bed, shoulders hunched and eyes squeezed shut into his palm. “Yes, I’m coming. Thirty minutes. Yes.”

It’s cold outside. Cold inside the car too, and the dusty smell of the seats sticks at the back of his throat. He starts the car with a roar that’s sure to wake his father. He’ll understand of course, but Wonwoo wishes he didn’t have to.

He pulls the car out of the driveway and guides it up the hill. It’s a dark night, almost no moon. The treeline is deep black. At the crest of the hill looms the abandoned development: several monstrous grey houses that aren’t even worth what it would cost to knock them down. They’ve sat there for five years now, empty and unfinished. Wonwoo barely notices them anymore.

He notices them tonight. At first he isn’t sure why, but then– his eyes catch on movement.

There, in the empty space cut out by one of the upper floor windows, inexplicable: a flickering orange light.

 

 

 

Jihoon stands on the railing at the bow of his boat, as unafraid as a cat on a high ledge.

“Wonwoo,” he calls down as Wonwoo approaches. He jumps and lands with both feet on the creaky wood of the dock. He moves like a much younger man, a staunch physicality granted by a lifetime of working with his body. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” says Wonwoo. “Have you been well?”

“We ran into a school of yellowtail today,” he recounts. It’s very typical of Jihoon, when asked about himself, to give a response about fish. “Huge, couldn’t keep them off my hook if I tried. Saved the best fillets—they’re back at the stall. Ask Jun.”

Before Wonwoo leaves, Jihoon wipes his palms on his salt-stained pants and grasps Wonwoo’s hand in both of his. In a low voice he mutters a blessing, wishing him well.

Back at the stall is someone Wonwoo has never seen. Tall, sharp eyes set in an open face, and—most strikingly—a head shaved completely bald.

The man, Jun, is watching him curiously. “What did you do?” he asks.

Wonwoo blinks. “Excuse me?”

“My boss basically just hugged you. I’ve worked here for weeks and only seen him smile once. And that was because a kid dropped his ice cream.” His voice isn’t high but it has a strange lightness to it, like he’s speaking his words off the edge of a cliff. “So you must’ve done something.”

Jihoon used to smile all the time. Wonwoo remembers trailing his father around the markets as a child. Jihoon was in his twenties then and seemed almost invincible in the clear morning sun. He always laughed when Wonwoo twisted up his face at the reek of salt and fish guts on the breeze.

“I’m a friend of his wife,” Wonwoo says.

“He’s married?” says Jun. “I didn’t know that.”

Not Wonwoo’s story to tell. “I’m told you have fish for me.”

“Ah!” exclaims Jun, latching easily to the diversion. “Name?”

“Jeon.” Jun disappears below the table, where there are two large foam cooler boxes. He rummages for several moments.

“Jeon what?” he asks, head popping up so that only his eyes are visible.

“There’s only one Jeon in this town– well,” Wonwoo amends, “two. The other is my father.”

Jun rises back to his full height. There’s a paper wrapped bundle in his hands, which he offers to Wonwoo. The word PREPAID is scrawled on the side beneath his surname, though Wonwoo knows for certain he hasn’t paid a cent.

“It was right on top,” Jun admits. His smile is big and square, and his laugh is embarrassed. “I just wanted an excuse to ask your name.”

 

continued on ao3

[REMIX] even my darkness will shine brightly

[dearmonday77]

Ship/Member: Minwon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Wonwoo becomes an eldritch being, Mingyu's kind of into it, consentacles, mild body horror, double penetration, explicit sexual content
Permission to remix: Please ask

This is not horror at all and far fluffier than I intended. I have no idea what happened.

***

Something changes the last time Wonwoo sees Jeonghan.

There's an itching under his skin that he can't shake off even after he takes more showers than is probably advised in a day. He scrubs his skin almost raw, trying to get rid of the feeling.

It bothers him until it doesn't. He wakes up one morning, a few days after he's been fucked senseless by Jeonghan, and the itching is gone.

He goes to work. He goes to the bar. He goes home. Life goes back to normal.

*

He goes back to the alley sometimes and waits for a monster. But Jeonghan never comes.

*

Mingyu is sweet.

Jihoon introduces him to Wonwoo at Hoshi's listening party. Mingyu is a model, Jihoon says. An electric jolt zips up Wonwoo's palm as they shake hands. Mingyu's hand is warm against Wonwoo's. His smile is warm too.

Wonwoo is surprised when Mingyu approaches him at the bar later on once the party is in full swing. He sits down beside Wonwoo, orders himself a whisky up, turns to Wonwoo and asks him what he does for a living.

"Hyung," Mingyu says as they're waiting for their respective cabs at the end of the night. It speaks volumes about the kind of person Mingyu is that Wonwoo allowed him to call him hyung on their first meeting. "Will you go out with me?"

I want to wrap myself around you and never let go, Wonwoo thinks, unbidden.

"Sure," Wonwoo says, out loud.

Mingyu grins at him and Wonwoo can see the flash of his canine teeth.

*

Wonwoo's appetite changes.

He still horrifies Mingyu with the amount of buldak he eats but these Wonwoo finds himself looking for something sweeter. Wonwoo still shudders at the taste of frosting. Chocolates are hit or miss but he hasn't found anything that exactly satisfies the need for something sweet in his mouth. Mingyu turns it into a personal side quest to find what it is exactly that Wonwoo is craving.

"You really don't have to do this," Wonwoo says as Mingyu presents him with chocolates he brought home from Paris Fashion Week.

"Yes, but I want to," Mingyu replies, pressing a kiss to Wonwoo's cheek. "I want to know everything about you."

"You're sweet, Min-ah," Wonwoo says, picking up a chocolate and popping it in his mouth.

Mingyu grins. "Maybe you should eat me then."

*

The buzz beneath Wonwoo's skin comes back. It starts from his back rippling from his shoulder blades to his arms and legs. It's no longer quite an itch but he feels something beneath his skin wants to be let out.

*

"Wonwoo?"

Mingyu's voice clears the haze in Wonwoo's head. He sounds scared. They were kissing just now. Mingyu had invited him over for dinner. They kissed in the kitchen, Wonwoo remembers. Then Mingyu led him to the bedroom. Mingyu laid himself out on the bed, asking Wonwoo to kiss him. Mingyu had taken off his shirt. Wonwoo had pounced and then.

Wonwoo opens his eyes.

Mingyu is pinned down on the bed. There are deep purple tentacles wrapped around his torso, his wrists, his thighs, his ankles. His legs are spread wide open, knees bent. There are pieces of torn fabric strewn across the bed, trailing down to the floor.

Wonwoo clenches his fists, trying to control himself but the action must make the tentacles coiling out him tighten around Mingyu's wrists and ankles. Mingyu whimpers.

Wonwoo rests his head on Mingyu's shoulder and breathes in, deeply. He breathes out.

"I - Mingyu," Wonwoo starts. He doesn't know what to say. He shudders. His tentacles, and there's really no denying that they're his, tighten again and Mingyu is lifted off the bed. Mingyu squirms in his grip, but he's not struggling. He's not trying to get out. Wonwoo wills himself to relax. Mingyu is back on the bed, but Wonwoo's tentacles haven't let him go.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Mingyu asks. Now that Wonwoo's looking at him, he sounds less afraid. His breathing is slow and his skin no longer feels as clammy.

"I don't want to hurt you." Wonwoo shakes his head roughly. "But I want to fuck you."

Mingyu relaxes in his hold, as if all he needs are Wonwoo's words to assure him. Wonwoo stares at him. How is he just okay with this? His mind flashes to the dark alleys, the reek of garbage and feel and the icy cool touch of Jeonghan's hands and appendages but also to metallic shame and explosive pleasure. He shudders.

Mingyu moves his hand to cup Wonwoo's cheek. The tentacle allows it. Wonwoo touches the back of Mingyu's hand. He wonders what Mingyu sees. Are his eyes pitch black? Is his skin rippling like ocean water beneath glass? Is there a horror lurking underneath his veins? Is he a monster?

But Mingyu's looking at him with gentle eyes. Far too gentle for someone who has just discovered his boyfriend has tentacles and is currently holding him captive. Wonwoo waits for the shame to take over him as they look at each other but with Mingyu, there is nothing but warmth.

"You can do anything you want to me," Mingyu says softly.

It's all the permission Wonwoo's body seems to need.

His tentacles move all at once. They lift Mingyu off the bed. The ones holding Mingyu's ankles spread his legs even wider, exposing his hole for Wonwoo.

Now that he's paying more attention, he realizes he feels so much more with his new tentacles. He can taste the salty tang of Mingyu's skin on the roof of his mouth. And beneath that salt, a hint of sweetness.

"Hyung, will you let me?"

Wonwoo tears his gaze away from where he's been watching his tentacles creep slowly up Mingyu's legs. Mingyu has his hand wrapped around one of the tentacles on his wrists. He's looking at Wonwoo imploringly, face flushed with arousal. His dick is hard and leaking beneath the huge tentacle wrapped around his torso. Wonwoo's mouth waters.

"It's the same for me, Mingyu," Wonwoo responds. "Anything you want."

What Mingyu wants is to put Wonwoo's tentacle in his mouth. Mingyu moans around it and Wonwoo gasps as the heat envelops him. Wonwoo's hips buck forward. He wraps his hand around his throbbing dick and squeezes, overwhelmed.

More tentacles spring from Wonwoo's back. Two smaller ones take hold of Mingyu's nipples, pinching and pulling while another one curls around the base of Mingyu's dick, the suckers pressing pseudo-kisses along the length. Mingyu sobs around the tentacle in his mouth. They all work in tandem, slithering along Minyu's body, leaving trails of slick in their wake.

Another tentacle comes out of him. It's slicker than the rest and goes straight for Mingyu's exposed hole. It presses in with ease. The tip can't be thicker than Wonwoo's fingers but it feels different from anything Wonwoo's experienced before. He pitches forward, crawling his way between Mingyu's legs to get himself closer. He watches the tentacle disappear inside Mingyu. He feels the tentacle in Mingyu's mouth push further too until Mingyu's moans are muffled. Unlike Wonwoo's dick, which can only go so far as where his hips are, the tentacle keeps going and Wonwoo watches, fascinated, as he sees Mingyu's belly expand, the rest of his body taut with pleasure. Mingyu is hot and tight around him, clenching and releasing when Wonwoo finally stops pushing.

Wonwoo might be wrapped around Mingyu but he feels Mingyu everywhere. His tentacles are sending hot waves of pleasure, spreading throughout his body. His entire body is lit up with pleasure.

Mingyu pulls the tentacle out of his mouth just so he can gasp out, "hyung, more, please. Fuck me with your dick."

Wonwoo's head snaps up. "What?"

There are tears in Mingyu's eyes, drool spilling down Mingyu's lips but his expression is one of absolute bliss. There's no hint of shame at all and it makes Wonwoo shudder for a different reason altogether. It's probably too soon to say it out loud, but Wonwoo thinks he might love Mingyu.

"Fuck me with your dick," Mingyu repeats.

Wonwoo pulses the tentacle in Mingyu's hole experimentally. Mingyu throws his head back and keens, hole clenching around Wonwoo. He starts to pull out but Mingyu grabs at his wrist.

"No, keep it in." Wonwoo stares at Mingyu, dumbfounded as he comes to understand what Mingyu wants from him.

"You're insatiable," Wonwoo whispers.

"Turns out my boyfriend has tentacles and a huge dick," Mingyu grins at him, apparently drunk on pleasure. He is radiant like this, skin glistening from sweat, mouth red and bruised from sucking on a tentacle. "Sue me for enjoying them."

"You…don't think they're horrible?"

"Nothing about you is horrible," Mingyu replies fiercely. His eyes are clearer now. He sits up easily, the tentacles around him have gone slack in the wake of Wonwoo's moment of worry. He takes full advantage of it, leaning up so he can kiss Wonwoo tenderly. Maybe Wonwoo needed Mingyu's assurance too.

Mingyu lies back and Wonwoo's tentacles wrap around him more firmly again, suspending him in the air, spreadeagle and preparing him for Wonwoo to take.

"You'll tell me if it gets too much?" Wonwoo rubs the inside of Mingyu's thigh gently.

Mingyu nods. "If you could talk me through it, that would be better."

Wonwoo chuckles at that, feeling much more confident now. He moves the tentacles so Mingyu's face is closer to him as he leans forward to whisper in Mingyu's ear. "You want me to tell you how good you are for me?"

Mingyu whines. Wonwoo takes that as a yes. He shifts Mingyu around again, stiffens the tentacle that had still been tucked inside Mingyu and starts to push his dick in. Mingyu's hands fight against the tentacles holding his wrists.

"Ah - ah - ah," Mingyu cries out. There are fresh tears in his eyes and his back arches even higher as Wonwoo gets in deeper.

"Look at you," Wonwoo marvels, pushing until his hips are flush against Mingyu's ass. "You're taking me in so well."

Mingyu squirms at the praise, rolling his hips down to fuck himself further on Wonwoo's dick and tentacle. He looks blissed out, eyes hazy and mouth slack.

Wonwoo pulls out and thrusts back in, hard. The noises Mingyu makes go straight to his dick. It's obscene the noises their bodies are making. The air between them is hot and Wonwoo is burning from within.

He grabs onto Mingyu's hips, pulling out and slamming right back in. He lets himself go, tentacles flexing all around Mingyu, squeezing his nipples, massaging his dick. He's completely wrapped around Mingyu. Wonwoo presses his fingers against where they're connected. Mingyu is so tight around him. He pushes a knuckle against Mingyu's taint, wanting to feel Mingyu's pleasure right now.

"Wonwoo!" Mingyu wails, coming all over himself. Wonwoo's mouth is flooded with the sweetness that he's been looking for for so long, finally satisfied.

The sight of Mingyu lost in his cresting pleasure pushes Wonwoo right over the edge and he fills Mingyu with his come. The tentacle inside Mingyu spills slippery liquid beside Wonwoo's cock, leaking all over and making a mess. He can't stop whispering how good Mingyu is, how good he feels milking Wonwoo with his hole.

Below him, Mingyu shudders through another orgasm, dick twitching and more come spurting out of him, before going limp.

Wonwoo lays Mingyu gently back on the bed, tentacles retreating back into him now that he's come. The buzzing underneath Wonwoo's skin is entirely gone. He lies down beside Mingyu and waits for him to blink his eyes open.
"Wow," Mingyu says, looking at Wonwoo. He doesn't say anything else and they rest like that for a while, breathing together.

Wonwoo musters up the courage to ask, "not too much?"

"You've ruined me for anyone else," Mingyu replies, smiling. "I'm never going to let you go."

"The tentacles…"

Mingyu tugs Wonwoo closer until they're nose to nose. Wonwoo goes cross eyed trying to keep eye contact with Mingyu. "I told you. Nothing about you is horrible."

Wonwoo thinks he might be ready to believe him.

[FILL] parallax

[kumquat]

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Junhui
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: college/university AU, unrequited love, ambiguous relationships, leaving and coming home, repressed maiden jww
Permission to remix: Yes

***

It reads a little trite, Junhui’s professor said. The airport confession scene is too stereotypical, no? There are some good lines, but the buildup is too weak to sustain the drama of the ending you’ve written. Does it have to be a love story, or was that simply the convenient choice? It feels like it’s actually about something else. Think harder about what you’re trying to say, all right?

It’s true Junhui hadn’t thought about it all that much. He’d only started the assignment the night before, hopped up on coffee after getting in from the airport. The webnovel he’d been reading on the plane had just reached a dramatic confession scene, and though he hadn’t plagiarized he had definitely been more than a little inspired. And he’d kept thinking back to his mother and Yangyang at the airport gate, too, smiling and waving goodbye as he boarded his flight for Seoul. He’d been bundled up in two coats because he hadn’t allocated his luggage space correctly. Sweating through the Shenzhen airport on his way back to a Korean winter.

The first time he’d flown from Shenzhen to Seoul he had felt like he was stepping out into thin air, leaving behind a vital organ called home. It was strange now to realize he would miss this too, the ritual of the flight, the place he was going.


–


Junhui was paired with Wonwoo again for peer review in the senior seminar. “I still think it’s beautiful,” Wonwoo said, after Junhui showed him their professor’s feedback on his short story. “You don’t get much detail about the characters, that’s true, but that’s kind of what I like about it. That it’s implied.”

Wonwoo was a generous reader, and it was nice to listen to him talk even though he had always overpraised Junhui’s writing. Junhui loved to watch his concentrating face when he was reading or thinking or talking about reading or thinking, his eyes focused downward and his mouth a little pursed.

They had met their first semester in the Korean language and literature program. Wonwoo had already declared a focus in creative nonfiction—he talked to people, listened carefully to their stories, and his writing glowed with an articulate warmth. Junhui at the time still hadn’t decided what he was going to do. He missed his mother and Yangyang every day like a physical ache, and he felt stupid and clumsy with his three years of high school Korean. He moved through a thawing and unfamiliar world with a hollow smile most days, feeling extra guilty that he wasn’t even enjoying the privilege of his overseas education. Even with the scholarship, a creative writing degree felt indulgent beyond what he deserved. “A second language is employable enough,” his mother told him over the phone. “Just focus on being happy.” It was easier said than done.

Junhui’s Korean was so abysmal that first year that nobody had wanted to swap papers with him except Wonwoo, who read carefully and never corrected the same word more than once, a kind of trust. “I like how you see things,” Wonwoo said. “You make connections I’d never think of.”

The first time Junhui invited Wonwoo back to his dorm he’d fed him one of his precious bowls of instant luosifen, not knowing yet that Wonwoo didn’t like seafood. But Wonwoo had finished the bowl gamely with no complaints. He was much more enthusiastic about the mini hot dog cooker. Wonwoo kept sending photos of it to his friends, until they became Junhui’s friends and started coming over for hot dogs too.

“Wow,” Wonwoo said, after a few months had passed and the post-class dinners had become a regular thing. Seoul was gloriously in bloom and Junhui wasn’t so lonely anymore. “You’re not quiet at all.”


[rest on ao3]

Re: [FILL] this is not a love song

[deadwine]

i cant believe that omg??? i just reread this though. so good!

Re: [FILL] don't you know who i think i am?

[deadwine]

eerie and cool and such an intriguing universe!!

Re: [FILL] i can't get you off my mind (i can't get you off in general)

[deadwine]

oh my god wrennnnnnn

Re: [FILL] i wouldn't ask you

[deadwine]

sappphyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy aaaaaah thank you for feeding me (us) wwjn, it is maybe not what i deserve but i always want it anyway. you just have such a deft way of jumping into their shorthand, i love the way you write their dialogues in every verse!

loved you/in vain

[deadwine]

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

Prompt:

But it wasn't her fault, it was there from the start"
Trying to love you through an open wound
'Cause everything I put inside there just fell right through
And I hold the parts together with some pressure and glue
And you're running in slow-mo to the hospital room
If you only knew
How bad it hurt me too

-Halsey, I Never Loved You

know or not

[deadwine]

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

Prompt:

But how could you leave?
I haven’t given anything to you
What am I to do if you only give and then just leave?
There are probably no traces of me that remains with you
So what will you take to remember me? To reminisce about me?

-Heize, Don't Know You

I just hope you remember me
The best grave in your cemetery
You know you got the best of me

-RM, ?(Interlude)

[FILL] love is for the freaks

[deadwine]

Ship/Member: Jihoon/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: breakup, unreliable narrator, self-sabotage
Permission to remix: Please ask

a/n: title from nuts by rm. sorry if this is a very convoluted take on too sweet :/

***

The morning rises with Seokmin while Jihoon nurses yesterday's hangover in bed till noon today.

Or so Jihoon believes to be true. Seokmin isn't here anymore for Jihoon to keep track of his movements. Yesterday's whiskey has already sent him where Jihoon could never yearn to follow: away.

Jihoon knows it was only a matter of time before the fairy tale holiday romance nectar started rotting their teeth and ruining the lining of their stomach. Pulling the plug before they were in the thick of it saved both of them a world's worth of delusion and hurt.

If painting himself the villain was the only way to get Seokmin to leave, for his own good, then so be it.


It's not you it's me--
I'm begging you baby, please.


If the sunlight fit itself over the canvas of Seokmin's face like it was a part of his own skin, the LEDs of Jihoon's studio shaped themselves into the world's most ill-painted portrait, making a caricature of the most beautiful man to ever grace these halls.

Seokmin begged to be let into Jihoon's inner world and Jihoon loathed his own filth bleeding into the inviting spaces of Seokmin's open heart.

It had been acceptable to let their bodies embrace each other on the beaches of Thailand, every day an alien stretch of time that tied neither of them to anything but their obvious desire to touch and be touched in turn.

But Seoul throws under a microscope what Jihoon had already gained cognisance of back then--there is no space for Lee Seokmin, golden-tongued poster boy of the local theaters, inside Jihoon's dingy rat-infested studio; nor is there any room for him in the unimpeded, arrhythmic wreck that is Jihoon's life.


We were never meant to be.
Are you even listening to me?


Still, it takes Jihoon longer than he'd like to shake free of Seokmin.

Turns out love can be quite easy to get used to, even when you're convinced of its failure from the very first step you take towards it.

And Jihoon loves Seokmin much more than he thought he was capable of loving anything.

But every open-mouthed kiss is a saccharine reminder of who he casts into shadow with every late night call he reels them into--every endearment dripping from Seokmin's lips encased in coffee-stained venom that Jihoon himself has put there.

Jihoon loves Seokmin more than he's loved anything but it's still less than what Seokmin deserves.

Laced with Jihoon's spit, even tenderness tastes bitter and goodbye's never been much of a sweet fruit anyway.

Perhaps that's why Seokmin's eyes are so dry at their parting, unlike what Jihoon has come to expect from him.


Smile because it happened--
--you'll cry every time you remember it's over.



허니

Don't do this hyung.
Whatever bullshit justification you've given yourself, just throw it away.
Friday, 8:15 a.m.

Hyung.
HYUNG.
Friday, 9:37 p.m.

Goddammit.
You're a fucking idiot, Lee Jihoon.
Saturday, 2:09 a.m.

Re: [FILL] i wouldn't ask you

[hyojungss]

i love this character study!! jun has so much Goodness (and of course that matches wonwoo so well). there are so many little things that characterize them so well and i love how you illustrate the contrast between wwjn

my favorite jun-isms:
- Junhui held out for about an hour before kicking the blanket and sulking over to the grocery store, hauling back enough ingredients for two.
- Junhui had furrowed his brow while trying to find the words to relate. “It’s like… if Woozi said ‘Moon Junhui can fly!’
his childish and sometimes simplistic mannerisms paired with his earnest desire to affirm and comfort jww :_) i really love the flying analogy LOL.

and i really like this line:
“Isn’t the entire point of love figuring that part out yourself?” cause i relate to that too: you wouldn't want someone to just be told what kind of person you are, you want them to put effort and intention into knowing you. i love how that ties into these lines:

“Sometimes you just don’t want to be that seen,” / “At least not by everyone.” || “Maybe for you, because you’re good with words,” he concludes. “But for me, the silence is okay. I think I know how you feel. In most moments, at least.” jun being able to understand ww is so nice (hearts around face emoji)

when i read this at first i forgot to check what the prompt was i'm sorry ;__; and knowing now what it's based on i think it shines even more as a reflection on junnie's character and his thoughtfulness... thank you ♡ :D

Re: [REMIX] road head

[hyojungss]

jess i think this might be the actual first inyyjh fanart out there (apologies if i forgot one) T______T the way they're positioned so they don't actually touch... i love this depiction so much!! thank youuuuu

Re: [FILL] that monster called nostalgia

[teafiltering]

awwww taffy!!! tysm for this comment! what a lovely thing to say! i just luvvv jihan so much lol. i have been a long time lurker and never contribute but i finally checked out 17hols at the right time of year! haha everything here is so amazing!!

Re: [FILL] love is for the freaks

[kkulecru]

a deadwines fill on my prompt!!! i have to admit that while im in agony from this, this vein of self-sabotage was definitely something i was picturing when it came to too sweet so this was not at all that convoluted as an interpretation!!

sorry jihoon and seokmin but... this was perfect.....

Re: [FILL] pink pony boi

[sido_rlo]

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Re: [REMIX] pink dancer boi

[sido_rlo]

I love this :,,,,,,,,)))))

too busy being yours

[muppetsoo]

Ship/Member: Any but consider mingyu, seokgyu, jihoon, soonyoung, and wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: angst w/ happy or hopeful ending, pining, (perceived) unrequited love
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt:

do i wanna know? if this feeling flows both ways
(...)
maybe i'm too busy being yours
to fall for somebody new
now i've thought it through
crawling back to you

— do i wanna know?, arctic monkeys BUT specifically the cover by hozier

Re: [FILL] love is for the freaks

[deadwine]

deadwines pulling teeth to write something, anything. thank you for the prompt!!

Re: [FILL] Re: freaky positions

[deadwine]

i forgot to comment on this omg i read this the second it dropped into my inbox and i started daydreaming about the sebongies frothing at the mouth watchign whatevr soonyoung sent them! soo good!