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"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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[FILL] why does my heart keep hesitating
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: passion at the wrong times
Permission to remix: Yes
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Yanan swipes his thumb down his feed, idly scrolling through various videos and dance challenges. It gets boring and repetitive after a while, and his brain is screaming for a distraction to break the monotony, but his body is too lazy to get up and do something else.
Then, Junhui messages him:
"Want to get hot pot for dinner?"
---
Junhui's there first, naturally. He waves at Yanan, hoodie pulled up and mask on for anonymity. Yanan could recognize him anywhere, though.
"Next to me," Junhui jokes, patting the space next to him.
"What, going to cuddle me like your girlfriend?" Yanan says drily, sliding into the proffered booth seat.
"Obviously," Junhui giggles. Yanan rolls his eyes theatrically, mostly at himself for the way Junhui's innocent flirting makes his heart skip a beat.
Junhui was always good at making him feel the things he shouldn't. He accepts easily when Junhui offers to buy a bottle or two of soju to accompany the meal.
It's a relief slipping into Mandarin, alcohol loosening his tongue and thoughts, and the hot pot helps soothe some of the homesick ache, too. It comes in waves these days.
The easy banter, the delicious food. It warms his insides in more ways than one. Yanan almost resents the way Junhui gives love so easily, because it's so tempting to just let go and give it back.
"Hey, hey, open up," Junhui jokes, pink-cheeked and clearly tipsy, chopsticks holding a large piece of meat he just swirled in the sour-spicy red broth. "You're my girlfriend today so I gotta take care of you."
Yanan rolls his eyes but obliges, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to catch the dripping juices. Junhui jerks a little as if startled, and almost drops the meat on Yanan's lap. "Ah! Do it properly if you're going to feed me," Yanan nags, annoyed.
Junhui holds the piece of beef up steadily this time, and Yanan carefully takes it between his teeth, closing his lips around it before chewing slowly. "Ah, mm, it's good," he says, taking more for himself. Weirdly, Junhui doesn't offer to feed him for the rest of the night.
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Yanan shivers as Junhui breathes warmly into his ear, mumbling something under his breath.
"Hey, what's your door code?" He nudges Junhui, who mumbles out four numbers, and Yanan punches them in clumsily, still balancing a half-conscious beanstalk against his side. It's fortunate he's tall as well, otherwise he might have had a lot more trouble.
Getting Junhui inside and carefully laying him onto the couch isn't too hard. It's just that when he finally does, Junhui suddenly grabs his shirt suddenly and yanks him down as well, giggling all the while. Yanan shivers as Junhui slides one long calf along the back of his own, pulling him in closer. Yanan's hands are fisted into the couch cushions, elbows locked, trying to keep their bodies separate.
"Yan... an..." Junhui says, breathily, "C'mon. You look tastier than hot pot right now. I could eat you up." Junhui's sleepy-lidded eyes are glazed with lust and liquor. He playfully bites at the air in between them, teeth clicking.
Yanan grits his teeth, tamping down the fluttering hope in his chest. "Why are you only like this while you're drunk?" he mutters.
Junhui doesn't hear, instead pouting at Yanan's resistance. "Yanan, don't leave me here all cold, be my space heater," Junhui purrs, smoothly slipping his hands underneath Yanan's sweatshirt.
Yanan flinches away from Junhui's fingertips starting to explore his chest, untangling himself from Junhui's legs and pushing himself off the couch. "Ah! That's not how to get warm!" Yanan grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it over Junhui. "Go to sleep, I'll see you later."
Yanan isn't sure whether to be grateful that only Junhui's light snoring answers him as he lets himself out of the apartment.
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"I had fun, Yanan~" The text comes in the next morning, filled with hearts and blushing emojis. "Thanks for going out with me. Let's do it again next week!"
As always, Yanan knows Junhui doesn't remember a thing.
Yanan throws his head back against the sofa cushion, and hates himself for immediately replying, "Sure."
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