17hols | 2022 Round 1: Quotes

2022 Round 1: Quotes

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Seventeen Holidays

Round 1: Quotes

About

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"

"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"

Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!

Examples

Minghao + Ocean Vuong

The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.

Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds

Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"

Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:

"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories

"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04

Any ship; "It's been so many years"

Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.

Tom Watts - Martha

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❮ ROUND 1: QUOTES ❯

ROUND 2: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

ROUND 3: LAST WORDS

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Jenna i think we should be kissing right now. like, right this minute. oh how this is so silly and sweet and heartfelt all at once, it's unbelievable. I'm in love with every single word, you took my silly little prompt and made it so perfect!!!! you're incredible and i love you.
i genuinely smiled and laughed at a few lines, especially:
“You and Joshuji could sing a little worm duet. Kpop’s first all-worm subunit.”
i wanna see it now. you're perfect they're perfect.

OH BOY i am just in love with this verse!!! you've captured the possessiveness that comes with king-lionheart ships in such a tasty way...

What is more important? Jeonghan hisses. He should be grateful Seungcheol is alive but he is too angry for that. Your duty or your life? Or me?

screaaamming thank u so much for sharing

EDIT: hi hello was just wondering if i could have permission to remix this? ^^

Edited 2021-12-31 15:25 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Chan
Major Tags: hunger games AU
Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, the calm before the storm, proust’s madeleine but bread, seungkwan!katniss, chan!peeta, general hunger games themes (like death and famine)
Permission to remix: Yes

word count: 898
a/n: i haven’t thought of hunger games in years but that quote changed something in me on the molecular level. this might contain many inaccuracies because i do not remember hunger games very well

***

Seungkwan wakes up to a soft knock on the door. He grunts and rolls under his covers, back hurting a little bit from the mattress.

“Seungkwan?” With the gentle and familiar voice comes the scent of freshly baked bread, and the combination of both is enough to convince Seungkwan to sit up. The bedsheet pools around his waist and the soft breeze coming through the open window tickles his stomach, the part that his shirt isn’t covering anymore.

With puffy eyes, he turns to Chan. “You brought breakfast?”

Chan takes a second to answer. Seungkwan sees where he’s looking and he turns red under the attention. This isn’t new, but he has yet to get used to it.

Too many changes in his life won’t allow his brain to keep up with everything that’s going on. He worries about so much, all the time, about things that are bigger than he’s ever known, about things he shouldn’t even be qualified to worry about. The one thing that’s changing that doesn’t frighten him to his core is Chan.

Chan will always let him take the time to catch up.

“Yeah,” he responds, holding up the basket covered by a cloth Seungkwan’s mother gifted Chan for his birthday a few years ago. “Made your favorite.”

Seungkwan smiles. “This morning?” Chan nods. “What time is it?”

“7. We better get going if we want to catch the sunrise.”

That was Chan’s idea. Yesterday, after Seungkwan paced the living room for hours trying to come up with a plan that will get everyone out of this alive, Chan took his hand and begged him to rest tomorrow. Seungkwan wasn’t easy to convince, but Chan looked like he was about to cry and Seungkwan just felt infinitely worse.

Chan is smiling this morning. Seungkwan realizes that he would do everything in his power to never see it drop.

By the time they get to the edge of the forest, where the ground abruptly turns into a cliff, the sunrise is over. This place is nice though. Seungkwan found it while he was hunting one day. The only place around town that isn’t cut off by the barbed wire fence. If anyone were to step off the cliff or try to climb down, they would fall to their death. Many probably have.

Chan sits down on the fresh and green grass. Seungkwan feels bitter at how healthy it looks. When Chan uncovers his basket, the smell of warm bread fills up the air. It’s almost enough to cover up the constant lingering smell of ashes.

Chan cuts the bread in half, and gives Seungkwan the bigger piece.

“Did you think about what I suggested yesterday?” Seungkwan asks after the first bite.

Chan smiles at him and it doesn’t reach his eyes. He pats Seungkwan’s thigh, knocking their knees together. “Today is a day of rest. Don’t frown at me like that… Just this morning then. But I’m serious.” His fingers dig into the meat of Seungkwan’s shoulder - and find bone right away. “Relax for now, you need it.”

Seungkwan doesn’t dignify that with an answer. Of course he needs to relax. But he also needs to keep his mother and sister and Chan alive, so excuse him if letting his toes free in the morning grass isn’t high on his list of priorities!

He doesn’t say any of that, of course. Instead he indulges Chan. This is just another way of taking care of him.

The bread is good, possibly the best Chan has ever made. He’s been making that recipe since he was a child, and he’s learned to perfect it. In the back of his head, Seungkwan considers the reality that Chan didn’t perfect the recipe - he just made it to Seungkwan’s taste.

The sun is warmer now, kissing their cheeks like a blessing. Has it been particularly cloudy lately, or has Seungkwan’s world just turned gray? He can’t remember the last time he’s seen such a bright blue sky.

Chan cards his fingers through Seungkwan’s hair, gently bringing his head to rest on his thigh. The sun is directly in Seungkwan’s eyes now, and he forces himself to close them. He doesn’t like having his eyes closed, especially if they’re outside, and especially if he’s with Chan. Because then he can’t look at him - he can’t look after him.

Chan clears his throat. “While I was baking this morning, I zoned out. When I came back to myself I was kneading the dough perfectly. It made me realize how many times I’ve made that bread, and how much it’s a part of me now.”

Seungkwan doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what he could say to that.

“There’s nothing I wish more than to wake up everyday to bake your favorite bread.” His voice feels tight, like he’s struggling to get the words out.

It would be nice, Seungkwan distantly thinks.

“Would you really allow me to waste so much flour on you?” Chan asks, more surprised than he should be.

Seungkwan tries to open his eyes and fails. Chan moves a hand above his face, casting a shadow over it. Seungkwan relaxes, keeps his eyes shut.

“Yeah,” he lets himself say. “Yeah, I would.” He feels Chan relax under him. He resumes carding his fingers through Seungkwan’s knotted hair.

This is for him, he tells himself. Everything is for him.

i feel all kinds of insane and i wish i had words to explain better but i don't so imma just. thank u. THANK U.

Soonyoung knows they’re friends now, or something like it. barking. like big scary dog barking.

“I’m glad,” Wonwoo whispers. “To get the chance to do what I couldn’t before. To stand by you this time.” BARKING. THE NEIGHBORS ARE FILING A NOISE COMPLAINT.

To be fair, Wonwoo could have just said he loved Soonyoung.wailing.

“To long for would imply I… expected something different. Was unsatisfied with the way things are between us. That is not the case. I simply loved you. I was happy with whatever I had with you, and would continue to be, so long as it is what makes you happy too.” throwing a tantrum. rocking back and forth on the floor, feet kicking and everything.

“Good! You’re gonna need it!” He scoots backwards onto the bed so that he can sit up properly. “Because I intend to stick around for a long time, so you’d better get good at it,” this is the happiest moment of my entire life.

haha yeah that was pretty nice! good job! feeling Extremely normal now, like maybe this somehow fixed me? you should consider a career in psychology

ahhhh this is so cool! definitely doesn't feel like you've never watched NGE bc the vibes are so right! it all feels so tragic and raw and it's such an intense read (in a good sense) for how short it is. so good! thank you for writing.

i always say you're crazy but op YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!!

like.

"Minghao favors flash, and what's more daring than killing a man on the dance floor?"

WHAT IS THIS!!! it's so sexy and appealing and i am so in love with how you write these themes, how you always create universes that feel real no matter the word count. thank u for letting minghao do a little killing, this was so much fun to read. <3

whoever hurt jeonghan DOES deserve to burn so good for him!!!! wonwoo is right! but ugh. this piece reads like an amazing short movie and i could see it all so clearly, the vibes are absolutely immaculate. there's devotion dripping from your words and i love that wonwoo is a cat because that's kinda how i imagine cats to be like: creatures indifferent to things/ppl that are not the ones taking good care of them. this is so cool. <3 thank u for writing! and thank u to the prompter as well!

ohhhhh. OOOOHHHH. this is so GOOD!!!!! the spacey vibes are just right and their push and pull dynamic ;;;;; so good!

"wonwoo sounds amused, that special brand of fond and exasperated he only saves for soonyoung. soonyoung thinks he could search all twenty-seven moons of uranus and never find anyone who sounds quite like that when they talk to him." THIS BIT RIGHT HERE. YOU ARE SPOT ON and i feel crazy about it! and then there's the fact that soonyoung comes back to wonwoo because he couldn't think of anywhere else to go... that's his person, that's the thought at the back of his head, the one he will always come back to... ;; ah! i love this piece so much! thank you for writing! <3

Ship/Member: Joshua/Junhui
Major Tags: succession AU, ambiguous relationships, power imbalance
Additional Tags: tom!josh, greg!jun, shiv!minghao, BWP(bickering without plot), nsfw language but in a comedic way because that’s how they talk in succession, implied slight nsfw but in a sick and twisted way because that’s how they are in succession
Permission to remix: Yes

word count: 937
all of the swear words in succession, none of the plot

***

Joshua closes the door behind him. The party goes quiet outside. They’re in his room, because apparently Minghao and him don't share a bed anymore. Jun doesn’t know what to do with that information. Granted, he doesn’t know what to do with most of the information that stumbles onto his lap.

“Fuck me,” Joshua bursts out, bending over himself to catch his breath. “Okay, this is… Fuck! We’re gonna get fucked, Jun.”

“Oh God, what happened?”

Joshua raises his head in a strange moment of composure. “Don’t panic on me now, Jun, I don’t have the time to reassure you.”

Oh this has to be bad. Jun panics. “Josh, what happened?”

Joshua stands up, squares his shoulders like he usually does around Jun. His eyes still barely reach Jun’s nose. “What happened, my dearest sweetest Jun, is that-” he hits him in the chest with the palm of his hand. Jun doesn’t resist and - he never really does - and stumbles backwards. “-your little attempt at scheming,” Joshua goes on, “got us thrown out of the room.”

“What room?”

“The room where everything happens! Christ, Jun, can you fucking keep up for a second? I’m talking about the room where they get their dicks sucked and suck each other’s dicks! Did you forget about the fucking room, Jun? Do you not want to get your dick sucked?”

“Wh-what- no- yes- I don’t know?”

Joshua hits the side of Jun’s neck in a scolding manner - but Joshua’s fingers brush against Jun’s pulse point and they rest there, and even for a second, they burn like cigarette buds into Jun’s flesh.

“Yes, Jun, you want to get your dick sucked. You want to be in the room! And now they’ve shut the fucking door in our faces. They're turning us into cucks!”

Joshua lets go of him and turns around. His hand cards through his hair, pushing back his bangs. Jun stares at the way his biceps flex. It’s easier to stare when Joshua isn’t looking back.

“But we didn’t do anything with the blackmail,” Jun tries. “We haven’t even blackmailed them yet!”

Joshua turns and in a second, he’s in Jun’s space again, a single finger pressed to the middle of his chest, like he’s trying to give CPR to a baby. In some ways, it works. Jun can hear the beating of his heart all the way to his ears, his staggered breath inhaling too much of Joshua’s cologne and clouding his thoughts.

“You talked to someone else about the plan,” Joshua says. His eyes are darker than usual, absorbing all the light. “You talked and you tried to fuck me over before they could fuck you.”

Jun shakes his head. “No, no. I would never do that, Josh, come on…”

Joshua chuckles. “Oh of course you would. You two-faced piece of shit. You think you’re so much better than everyone else because you donate to fucking, I don’t know, WWF once a year-”

“I sued Greenpeace,” Jun mumbles. Joshua ignores him.

“But you’re not better than all the other assholes out there. Just because your hole is all lubed up doesn’t make you a better fuck!”

“What are you even saying-”

“I’m saying that we’re done.”

Jun chuckles nervously. “No, we’re not.”

Joshua rolls his eyes and takes a step back. “Yes, we are.”

“No!”

“Yes! I can’t fucking trust you, Jun. And that was fine at first, added a little spice into my life, but I need a real partner here. Not some fuckbuddy who goes as he pleases. Like I need us to get married before the eyes of God so I can trust you again.”

Jun’s bottom lip quiver. He jumps on his feet, as if that’s going to help with his blood flow, clogging up in all the wrong places. “Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay let’s do it.”

Joshua’s eyes light up, his mouth turns into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asks, voice suddenly so sweet. Jun’s knees threaten to give up on him. “Let’s get fucking married? Yeah?”

He gulps. “Yeah, fuck it! Let’s do that! Before the eyes of God and the church and everything!”

“What the fuck, Jun!” Joshua cries out, and his face breaks into a smile that Jun can’t stop himself from mirroring.

Jun laughs with his entire chest - but his eyes don’t leave Joshua, weary for what he might say next. “And it’s like, wedding season right?”

Joshua’s head throws back as he laughs. “Fucking wedding season. God, Jun you’re so fucking funny.” His voice is still sweet, but it’s quickly losing all the gentleness it had before. Jun feels the moment slip between his fingers again.

“If I said kiss me, would you do it?” Joshua asks.

“Would I what?”

“Kiss me.”

“Would I kiss you?”

“We can’t get married if you don’t kiss me at the altar, Jun.”

His breath hitches. “Yes,” he whispers. “I would.”

Joshua laughs at his face. All of Jun’s well rehearsed words get stuck in his throat. Joshua turns to the door, it feels like he’s slapping it on Jun’s face when he opens it. He giggles to himself, Jun barely hears him mumble “It’ll be a fucking fall wedding!”

He stands there, hands tingling under the nerves, not sure what to do with himself.

Joshua didn’t exactly say no to the wedding. Or the kiss.

Jun goes back to the party and Joshua doesn’t spare him a single glance. Minghao hangs from his shoulder as if this isn’t the most they’ve seen of each other in months.

Joshua didn’t say no, but he didn’t mean it either.

THANK U BELLS this was one of the prompts i had my eye on the whole time i looooove the quote n i hope i did it justice!! i'd love to expand one day when i can better research the sci fi elements

this is so :( sweet :( SEOKMIN IS THE SUN!!! hao promising him that he’ll come back… seokmin kissing his palm… the tenderness of it all!

incredible. i still have like 3 episodes of succession left so for all i know this is a direct transcription. im sold, im convinced

wow T___T you are really digging in the knife with these idol verse jicheols sob. the fact that jihoon is still in cheol’s life, that what happened between them is something they’re both aware of… a love that they won’t quite be able to forget… ugh the last section in particular, the flashback, killed me dead. thank you for sharing!!!

fun fact i love u

oh no... "Instead he indulges Chan. This is just another way of taking care of him." oooohhhh NOOOOO... baker's boy chan I WILL PROTECT YOU ;___; i love how you wrote seungkwan who is reserved yet so, so caring and careful with chan. it is so on brand for him, and chan too who is once again not afraid to put his heart on his sleeve. to talk about what that bread means to him. they're so precious i want to keep them in my pocket away from the hunger games!!!! fuck you hunger games!!!! also the image of chan braiding seungkwan's hair is forever engrained my mind now thank you

ahhhh junhao! junhao!!! this was so warm and gentle, i love the way you write their relationship. minghao's exasperated fondness coupled with jun’s insistence in being in his life… even if it means going to a museum he doesn’t really get. they are just so [clenches fist] you know?? He will if Minghao makes it for him. LIKE… yeah!!!!

mmm in love with cheol’s relationship with the word “pretty” and how he thinks of jeonghan’s beauty coupled with joshua picking out words for him… jihan are just two demons huh. delicious!!!

Ship/Member: Im Nayoung/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: i’m crazy but i’m free, idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: 835
A/N: look... i know this is a seventeen fest however,

***

Jeonghan dated Seungcheol for three months and immediately following that Nayoung went and dated him for four. “I think it was out of spite,” she concluded after explaining to Jiyeon that it wasn’t ever much of a passionate affair. “He was really nice to me, though. Which I think makes him a much better person than I am.”

“It’s hard to be a good girl all the time,” Jiyeon said, smiling over her coffee. She spoke with a sort of resignation that six or seven additional years of industry experience necessitated. “You have to take the little victories, right?”

Nayoung nodded. “I’m glad I have you to talk to, unnie,” she said, sipping her iced tea and looking out the window. It was a dreary summer day and their drama series was doing absolutely terrible in the ratings.

-

Nayoung thought it would be much easier to simply cut off all her old attachments and start over, but unfortunately there was still a bit of sentiment in her. The only answer to this was compartmentalization.

“Things I need here, things that go in the garbage in that box,” she said, directing Yerin to half-formed piles of papers and photos on the floor of her room.

“This is an organized mess,” Yerin observed. “I bet no one could tell you’re supposed to be moving out in two days.”

“Thank you,” Nayoung answered, and continued unloading old junk out of her closet.

Heehyun wouldn’t be there until the afternoon, which was probably better because she had a much deeper understanding of Nayoung’s lingering feelings. With Yerin it was easier to reply to “Do you want to keep this?” with a no after a half-second glance and leave it at that, where Heehyun, who had lived through that era of her life with her, would say, “Are you really sure you want to let go of this?” and it’d be something like an autographed album from some no-name rookie group she’d exchanged with during her third debut promotion cycle, and of course she didn’t want to keep it but now that she’s had to think about it for so long maybe she does have second thoughts.

And that still counted as one of the easy choices.

“This is trash?” Yerin asked. She held a jeweled flower hair clip in her hand. “It’s so pretty, I’ll take it if you don’t want it.”

“Why are you going through the trash pile,” Nayoung despaired. “And no, I want it.”

-

Seungcheol had said yes to her, which was all she needed. He’d do the rest of the work on his own. And she only had to last four months.

-

Yerin missed the torn envelope and note she’d kept with it all these years, and tried to toss away with it too. The clip stayed in her accessories box until Nayoung unpacked it again months later, having already decided to leave her hair down for the day. “Use this,” she asked her hair stylist later that morning, when she was preparing to film for a magazine. There would be a video component uploaded on the internet, but by that point she knew they would already have changed the look to something else.

The photoshoot director really liked the design though, and asked Nayoung to keep it on anyway.

-

Yoon Jeonghan showed up at her metaphorical doorstep the next month, which is to say he clearly actively sought her out. “I’m collaborating with Choi Youngjae,” he said, when she saw him in the agency lobby with an iced Americano in hand and gave the blankest look possible.

“No you’re not,” Nayoung said, and Jeonghan shrugged.

“I wanted to see Hani-sunbaenim,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

“That’s slightly more believable.”

“I’m looking for an acting agency.”

She blinked. “Wow, I really hope you’re not. You’d be scary at acting.”

“Scary good at it,” Jeonghan said with a grin. Nayoung was suddenly aware that the staff she’d been working with for years were watching them as they got their own coffees and it was really very humiliating.

“I can’t be seen with you,” she said, half-honest. “You shouldn’t be loitering in someone else’s workplace.”

“It’s not just your workplace, you know,” he said. Nayoung didn’t respond. “In all seriousness, I’m waiting for my manager to get back from the bathroom. I really am here to be in talks for some end-of-year collaboration thing with Youngjae. Junnie made him eat something spicy this morning and I think he’s still feeling the aftereffects.”

“That doesn’t actually surprise me. I think you’ve always masked your real intentions by putting them forward first,” Nayoung said. I don’t miss that, she didn’t say, having those types of schedules.

Jeonghan smiled again, the rewards of knowing and being known.

“And you’ve always been good at reading through them, no matter what trick I tried.”

“I learned from the best,” she said simply.

“I think you were good enough at it before we started dating,” Jeonghan replied.

He wanted Jeonghan to look at him, really look at him.

He wanted to be called pretty, as well. And he wanted the word to come out of Jeonghan’s mouth.

do u ever just scream. thank u for writing this

i'm back. have i told you about "jeongcheol as gender", or expressing and exploring your identity through someone else? because while not explicitly about seungcheol's relationship with his presentation, his wanting to be seen as someone soft and jeonghan's understanding of his relationship to that very much fits in that box. i adore you.

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

Prompt:

& every time you touched me I hummed like a lyre, my body
taut as a bow, always ready for violence. I was always a
song of absence. A song of grief. How we lay in that garden,
palms turned towards the sky. Your hands were rough as the
killing-stone; your skin dark as the earth. David, I wanted to
talk about love; you wanted to become it. O, I stripped bare for
you—skinned clean as the brown foal. Yes, I suffered like a
prayer at the hands of God. For there was always this between
us: this anger, this desire. A longing that opened its mouth. A
longing that spoke your name. - Beloved, Yves Olade

AS SOMEONE WHO GREW UP WATCHING MECHA ANIME AND SOMEONE WHO WAS ON TUMBLR WHEN PACRIM CAME OUT THIS ABSOLUTELY GOT ME. I AM ON THE FLOOR. ON THE GROUND. I AM NOT RECOVERED. I CANNOT MAKE WORDS BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW

an honor to finally Get you after being decimated by you many times over this year <3

RISA YOU ARE INS*NE IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE!! Jeonghan dated Seungcheol for three months and immediately following that Nayoung went and dated him for four. “I think it was out of spite,” she concluded >> this already took me out... i love (hypothetical) inyyjh's intricate feelings dance!! won't say it directly but will go out of their way to get the other's attention :_)

She blinked. “Wow, I really hope you’re not. You’d be scary at acting.” // “Scary good at it,” Jeonghan said with a grin. >> PLEASE... i love the way you write banter (and dialogue in general!) *__* also “I think you were good enough at it before we started dating,” Jeonghan replied. THE WAY I SCREAMED! risa i am so lucky to read your inyyjhs always <3

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2022 Round 1: Quotes

Re: [FILL] worm.

Re: [FILL] heavy is the head

[FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] et in arcadia, ego

Re: [FILL] did someone say pain?

Re: [FILL] and then sorrow comes forth

Re: la petit mort

Re: [FILL]: My Little Meow Meow (Evil)

Re: you know me better than i do, so why didn't you stop me?

[FILL] one for the money

Re: you know me better than i do, so why didn't you stop me?

Re: [FILL] wanted to pull me closer

Re: [FILL] one for the money

Re: we had our turn but it can't stay [FILL]

Re: [FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] 画蛇添足

Re: [FILL]: call me pretty, please

[FILL] imitation

Re: [FILL]: call me pretty, please

Re: [FILL]: call me pretty, please

Beloved

Re: FILL: to your knees

Re: FILL: to your knees

Re: [FILL] imitation