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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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- 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!
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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.
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- 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.
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!
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[REMIX] for us
Major Tags: unrequited love
Additional Tags: a different NYE
Permission to remix: Yes
***
hi its me again
“How long has it been for you?”
“...Years. You?”
“...Years.”
*
It was obvious that it was a stupid, terrible idea right from the start, but neither of them are willing to be the one to call it off first. Maybe neither of them can, anymore—grown too addicted to burying their sorrows in a warm body, the curdled empathy they feel from constantly returning to the embrace of someone who understands exactly how they feel. Having someone to project onto, or escape with, as the case may be.
In the evenings Mingyu bites bruises into Minghao’s pale thighs and wishes they were someone else’s. He would do the same to the meat of his neck, his chest, but there are rules about where he’s allowed to leave a mark. He leaves lighter kisses there anyways and closes his eyes to the desperate swirl of his imagination.
Minghao grinds against Mingyu and leaves bruising fingerprints in the meat of his hips, head bowed. They each bury a name in their kisses and groans when they come. Sometimes they don’t quite manage to stifle the sound of them at all. Sometimes Minghao gasps out not-quite words—sometimes he says things in Chinese that aren’t meant for Mingyu’s ears.
The whole arrangement is just a little terrible and bad and he doesn’t quite feel better afterwards, but he can’t get enough of it, either.
It’s better to keep carrying his torch while doing something, right?
*
The year feels like it both went in a flash and overstayed its welcome, molasses-thick in progressing. Against all odds—well, against the bitter hopes that sometimes swell in Mingyu’s heart—Wonwoo and Seokmin are still together, and Wonwoo is once again hosting the party to ring in the new year. Mingyu had at least been spared from helping to set up; he would have, if Wonwoo asked it of him. He wishes he did.
And Seokmin, at least, had heard something about his arrangement with Minghao, briefly flitting away from Wonwoo’s side to congratulate them both.
“Mingyu! Minghao! I never would have thought it of the two of you,” he says cheerily, lifting his glass in a loose toast as his eyebrows dance. Minghao quickly hides a pained look when Seokmin’s eyes turn to him, and Mingyu’s chest cramps in sympathy. It looks just as bad from the outside as it feels.
Seokmin returns to Wonwoo and exchanges his glass for an easy kiss, and Mingyu can’t look away from the colours shifting over his face.
Minghao never comments on how he looks when left in Wonwoo’s wake, and he’ll return the favour.
*
The countdown to the new year begins, and as always his eyes inevitably drift back to Wonwoo. He’s saying something to Seokmin, heads tilted towards each other and small smiles playing on their faces. It’s a smooth transition into a sweet kiss as the seconds tick over, and cheers fill the room.
Mingyu sighs and shares a quiet toast with Minghao. They drain their glasses. The alcohol burns as it slides down his throat.
*
They’re both tall, and thin, but Minghao’s lithe dancer body is otherwise a poor replacement for the reassuring hold he yearns for. It makes him consider how badly he must be doing as a substitute for Seokmin—or maybe that’s the point, for Minghao, to plaster over the ache with something so deliberately out of place, as if there was nothing for him to long for in the first place.
He doesn’t ask, and Minghao doesn’t offer.
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