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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!
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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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first day of my life
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sleepy early morning smut, long-distance relationships, capitalism is a fuck, and i feel yearning in this chilli's tonight, literally any ship i just want to see someone cry tears of happiness as they slip it in
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
- Bright Eyes, First Day of my Life
[FILL] if my heart was a house / you'd be home
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, i will never stop thinking abt 8jun’s homecoming to korea, honestly more of a character study than shipping but it’s Still There, established relationship, i’m really not used to writing smut so please don’t come for me
Permission to remix: Yes
edited: crossposted to ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36290578)
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he stumbles back into his apartment and the air is quiet and still. it’s not that the others didn’t care that he flew in to seoul today. it’s two in the morning and junhui cannot bring himself to blame them for not staying up. it’s not the first time he’s left and returned, and surely it will not be the last, with his life always caught between these two points. two push pins stuck into the corkboard map on his wall. the handwritten welcome home, junnie! banner taped up against the wall of their living room and a standing arrangement for breakfast in the morning together is all he needs to know that he is home.
he rolls his luggage into his room as quietly as he can, cringing at the light squeak of rubber wheels against the tiled floor. it’s too late to unpack, really. that task alone would almost guarantee a sleepless night, the time instead filled with rounds of laundry and the neat allocation of new homes to the souvenirs he’d acquired on his trip to china. instead, he opts to take a hot shower. he cranks the steel handle as far to the left as he can, one last cold breath sucked in before the water scalds his skin into a rosy pink. travel is a dirty endeavour, and the first shower to scrub off all the grime of sitting in cars and waiting rooms and planes is always the most satisfying. he takes his time with it, luxuriates in the way the heat from the water wakes up every single nerve ending on his skin. there’s no one else he has to save the hot water for, anyway, and that alone is a rare and precious occurrence now that he’s back in the shared dorm apartment.
junhui dresses simply, after. just a pair of worn grey sweats and a loose-fitting white tee, comfort clothes thrown on with the intention of going to sleep, except he can’t. he stares at the ceiling. stares out of the window. stares at the covers that should be familiar, considering they are his own, but these are all sights and tactile sensations that feel too raw. too different. too unlike the surroundings he’d forced himself to get used to, all those nights spent alone in his temporary apartment. the sheets are all wrong, and somehow the pillow no longer feels like the right density even though he’d literally just bought it a month before leaving for his overseas schedules.
—
he finds himself standing in front of another apartment door with a key tucked into his palm, its serrated edges pinching at his skin. it’s like sleepwalking, he tries to convince himself. it’s not like he consciously did this, it was just what his body did on autopilot. sought something familiar to ground himself when he felt so incredibly displaced. he turns the key, huffs a victorious laugh when it slides smoothly in the lock, and lets himself in, padding a path he needs no map for.
junhui knocks gently at the door, once and then twice. wonwoo could still be awake, he reasons, still stuck in the pixels and colours of his video games. the light spilling under his door seems to suggest that, anyway. he sighs at the lack of response, but it’s too late to turn back now. he turns the doorknob gently and pushes it open just a crack at first, then all the way. there he was. the smile that lifts junhui’s face is immediate. wonwoo had fallen asleep with the lights still on, fingers still clamped vise-like around his phone rotated in landscape position. obviously he’d still been gaming, junhui thinks with a fond smile, even though i’ve told him a million times to get proper rest.
it is routine, this: taking wonwoo’s metal-rimmed glasses gingerly off his face and setting them on his nightstand. plugging his phone in for him. turning out the lights so he can actually get a good night’s sleep. routine enough that junhui begins to feel a little more settled in his skin, a little less like he’d lost something of himself in the air between korea and china. he decides against waking wonwoo then, choosing instead to slip under the covers beside him. he falls asleep like this, nose buried in the scent of wonwoo’s fresh shampoo and the musky smell of his skin.
—
he wakes to a round of kisses being pressed to his face: forehead, eyelids, cheeks, the tip of his nose. when junhui squints his eyes open against the sunlight filtering through the room in a golden column, all he sees is wonwoo with a triumphant grin spread across his face. this is his most cat-like feature, junhui thinks. the way he’ll wake up whenever he wants and make it your problem immediately, but you’d have to risk your life to wake him up anytime else.
“hi,” he mumbles, his throat still dry from sleeping.
“welcome home,” wonwoo murmurs, his hand roving across the plane of junhui’s chest under the covers. as if he’s trying to memorise the shape of him once more. as if he’s trying to convince himself junhui’s actually here. “i didn’t think i’d see you till this evening.”
“i came in last night,” junhui replies sleepily, the fact that it’s entirely obvious eluding his mind. “thought you’d still be awake.”
“you missed me that much?” the smile on his lips is gloating and satisfied, even without junhui’s acknowledgment of the truth. “what did you miss, hm?”
“this.” it’s too early for words, so he decides to just show him. junhui bridges the space between them, bringing his mouth to wonwoo’s in a sloppy kiss and swallowing the soft moan he gets in return.
“and this.” he traces his fingers across wonwoo’s jaw, his throat, feeling his pulse jump staccato against his skin.
“and this.” he slides his palm around the growing length in wonwoo’s shorts, grinning smugly at the hoarse whine that escapes the other’s mouth.
it’s meant to be a tease, really. just a way to get back at the cocky smile on wonwoo’s face, his question implying that coming to his room deep in the night was a surrender. but every further step they take in the early morning haze only reminds junhui and wonwoo how much they actually have missed being this close. skin to skin, the friction and heat only pulling them closer together.
they shed their layers quickly, instinctively, junhui kicking off his sweatpants while helping to tug off wonwoo’s shirt. there is nothing elegant or beautiful about the way they make love. it is a tangle of limbs and mouths, and neither of them are awake enough to be careful with the slick wetness of lube and spit. when wonwoo first presses himself into junhui he almost cries.
Re: [FILL] if my heart was a house / you'd be home
- going to wonu bc he can't Not. the pillow feeling wrong bc even though he picked it out for himself specially, and even tho presumably wonu is still using the ones that came with the bed, even tho he's drooled all over them and the stuffing is all gone, they are the only pillows that junhui can possibly sleep on
- wonu falling asleep with the lights on and his hand clamped around his phone like the horrid little goblin he is. junnie nagging him to sleep better. he won't god bless <3
- WONU CAT PAWING YOU AWAKE. my mother's cat likes to sit next to her on the bed Staring at her until she is presumably woken up by the instinctive fear provoked by two big yellow eyes fixed on her. she (the cat) does this at six am. i feel like (apart from the early morning) this is wonu.
- sleepy messy early morning sex. i think i will live in this image for the forseeable future. not that i'm struggling with my ldr haha :)))))
anyway! this was amazing and you really took the prompt and ran with it in such an interesting way and i'm so glad i left it so loose bc it gave an amazing writer like you space to go where you wanted. thank you so much for filling my prompt!
Re: [FILL] if my heart was a house / you'd be home