girlsfest | Round 1: Quotes

Each prompt should be centered around words that have already been said.

Possibilities include a quote of any kind:

Existing works (books, poetry, TV shows, movie scripts, video game scripts, song lyrics, articles)
Speech (celebrity, netizen, anonymous)
Anything else that fits!

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Characters/Ship: ITZY Ryujin/Chaeryeong
Tags: alternate universe - fantasy, ryujin is marceline chaeryeong is pb!!
Prompt:

Marceline: I dreamed about you while I was in my poison coma. I was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.

Princess Bubblegum: You think I'm nice?

-- Adventure Time 7x12, "Stakes Part 7: Checkmate"

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CONTENT
Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:

All active and former girl group members
Female soloists
Female members in co-ed groups
Any female idol or trainee affiliated with K-pop (e.g. GP999 contestants, AKB48 members who featured in Produce48)
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Blow all my friendships
To sit in hell with you
But we're the greatest
They'll hang us in the Louvre

- Lorde, The Louvre

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[FILL] still I fall

Characters/Ship: Aespa Winter/Karina
Tags: idolverse, predebut, shared trauma
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Characters/Ship: billlie Sua/Tsuki
Tags: monster girl, unconventional lycanthropy, hurt/comfort
Permission to Remix: Yes
A/N this is not beta read in the slightest i haven't written in so long

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46393003

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The first transformation of summer is always the hardest.
Tsuki’s shirt is loose, but Sua watches as she shifts and squirms, perspiration causing the fabric to cling in places that look particularly uncomfortable. Even as the sun is setting and the air begins to cool, Tsuki’s face is flushed, and she pants ragged and uneven breaths, her fingers unconsciously scratching at the floor beneath her.
Sua knows this song and dance by heart. When the energy of the new moon night started to get to Tsuki, she immediately pulled her into her room, letting the familiarity of sights and smells ease her. But it’s inevitable that she’s losing her bearings as the other half of her begins to stir, and like an infection the human half of her body tries to reject it.
When Tsuki’s nails begin to audibly dig into the wood, Sua’s eyes meet hers. “Are you okay?”
“I-I feel like my body’s gonna pop out of my skin,” Tsuki mumbles, and halfway through her sentence she begins to laugh, as if it were only a mild inconvenience.
“It’s always like that, isn’t it?” Sua asks, trying to match the mood. Two summers have passed since Tsuki and Sua first met, and two Augusts since Tsuki was comfortable enough letting Sua see her other half.
Tsuki’s other half. That’s always what she’s called it, at least in Sua’s presence. With her monthly transformations and the other half's beastly appearance, Sua had at first incorrectly assumed that she was a werewolf. But there was no curse, no incantation cast upon her or a bite from a feral animal. It was some spirit, apparition, something that had attached itself to Tsuki when she was eight years old. With the combined trauma of puberty and other, far less normal changes occurring to her body, she had attempted to distance herself from the other half, going through multiple names before settling on simply not naming it at all. As she became an adult, she grew used to the transformations. It became her normal.
And now it was Sua’s normal, too.
It’s like muscle memory. Sua asks if Tsuki needs water, or to turn on the AC, or to have some music on in the background. Sometimes Tsuki accepts it. But summer’s transformations are the hardest. It seems that as the days get longer and the nights shorter, the other half makes itself known much earlier.
It’s never easy to watch. Sua wants to hold her, to rub her fingers on her aching muscles and tell her everything will be fine, just to speed up the process.
But it’s dangerous. Tsuki’s neck jerks against the metal cuff secured around it, jingling a heavy chain attached to the wall as the room darkens, only illuminated by a dim nightlight. It’s there for a reason. Between two deep inhales, her throat rumbles with a guttural growl, and in response, she presses herself hard against the wall, her limbs drawn tight, close to her body like a wounded animal.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…”
Tsuki tilts her head up to meet Sua’s eyes, and they’re blown wide, shaking with her disoriented apologies, and Sua sees Tsuki, eight years old, who loved dolls and Sailor Moon and dancing alone in her room to Shinee blasting from a pink boom-box. Tsuki, whose only troubles consisted of good grades on math tests and being too short to ride a rollercoaster, even on her tiptoes.
She sees Tsuki, nine years old, who heard her mother and father welcome her home from school and ask how her day was while standing in front of a big, black cabinet, where Tsuki knows they keep a new set of silver knives.
She sees Tsuki, ten, who felt her fingertips burn black when she pricks them on the tip of one of the silver knives, and her stomach turns to ice when she realizes what they are for.
She did nothing to deserve this.
Whiskey brown fur sprouts from Tsuki’s arms, and her fingers twitch as the bones elongate, and her nails sharpen into claws. Tsuki’s eyes are shining in the dark, reflecting back at Sua in the now almost pitch-black room. The streetlamps outside cast a glow around her silhouette, the way her petite form hunches over and grows to twice its size, tearing the once-loose shirt to shreds. Long hair curtains her face, and her toothed muzzle now pokes from her face as she tries to remember how to breathe, labored.
She whines, sudden and desperate, and Sua can’t take it anymore. “Hey, hey, Tsuki…baby, look at me.”
Tsuki looks up, unable to speak in this form, but Sua can see one eye peeking from a mess of hair.
Sua scoots closer.
Tsuki suddenly pushes herself backwards with her back two paws, until she’s backed up against the wall again. She digs her claws into the floor, and the wood crunches as they easily slice through the finishing. She towers over Sua, even while seated, with jaws full of sharp teeth and rippling muscles that she could only dream of having in her human form, and yet, the most terrified person in the room is not Sua, but Tsuki.
And Sua knows it. She backs away, until she’s leaning up against the side of the bed, seated with legs crossed.
“I get it. It’s okay. If you need me, I’ll be here.”
Tsuki’s body begins to sag, her muscles releasing tension, and she grunts quietly, a small utterance of relief, as if she’s been holding in her breath for a while. Sua doesn’t need any more clarification.
The time passes as the two sit in silence, letting the sounds of rustling leaves and crickets outside fill the space. There’s an intimacy to it, and the bedroom feels so much smaller as Tsuki breathes, softly and contently, as if her wide maw is swallowing up the space between them.
The quiet is only broken by a small, nasally whimper from Tsuki. Sua looks towards her, and even in the blackness she can see her sweet, pleading eyes.
“Oh, alright, I’m coming,” Sua chides with a grin, and she gets up. She pads across the room in bare feet, meeting Tsuki’s eye level standing, and cups her face in her hands, sinking her fingers into the plushness of her cheek fur. She pecks a kiss on her cold, wet nose, and her eyes crinkle up in little crescents in the same way they always do.
“Anything else?”
Tsuki lets out a small, offended noise.
“Oh, duh,” Sua says, and she sits down beside her. She takes out her phone. “Any requests?”
Tsuki points her nose at the screen.
Sua laughs to herself, but it’s sopping with affection. The skittering drum fill of “1of1” plays from her phone speakers, and Tsuki’s tail beats on the floor in time.
Sua lets the bittersweet aftertaste of the night linger in the back of her mouth. Two summers have passed and it’s dawning on her now how long that is. When the night is done, she knows Tsuki will beg her to make her some eggs over easy, and she’ll itch behind her ear and they’ll bicker about how much fur she’s getting everywhere and who’s going to vacuum.
Sua will ask her how, despite it all, she’s still got the will to keep going.
And with her eyes in crescents, she’ll always answer Sua.

...and yet, the most terrified person in the room is not Sua, but Tsuki. Oh god :(

OP here, and I enjoyed reading this so much. I'm not familiar with Billlie, but now I'm super intrigued. + It was really intimate how they just sat there together for a while, there was so much understanding and love.

Thank you!

Round 1: Quotes

[FILL] i'm so deeply into you (i'm changing)

Re: [FILL] i'm so deeply into you (i'm changing)