Round 1: Quotes

[sleepyshamrocks]

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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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)
• Slash, gen, het, and trans works are all accepted as long as they involve at least one girl group member

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Characters/Ship: itzy ryujin/aespa ningning
Tags: sports au
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Though, I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
For forever
Loathing
Truly, deeply loathing you
My whole life long

— What is this Feeling, Wicked

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Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
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[hyojungss]

Characters/Ship: Any but i'm particularly thinking of it girls, rigged survival show grads, and idol-turned-actresses
Tags: idolverse
Prompt:

Some may say I need to be afraid of losing everything
Because of where I had my start and where I made my name
/
Tell me, do you feel the way I feel?
'Cause nothing else is real in the la la land appeal
/
I won't change anything in my life
I'm staying myself tonight

-- La La Land, Demi Lovato

[hyojungss]

Characters/Ship: Any (can be f/f)
Tags: famous/non-famous dynamics, or famous/less famous
Prompt:

She turns on TV, guess who she sees?
Skater boy rockin' up MTV
She calls up her friends, they already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show
She tags along and stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down

He was a skater boy, she said, "See you later, boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a superstar, slammin' on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

-- Sk8er Boi, Avril Lavigne

[hyojungss]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

All the boys and I
Love her madly
All the boys and I
All the girls and I too
Picture girls we want so badly
Isn't she a dream come true?

-- All the Boys, Panic! at the Disco

I am just a villain vying for attention from a girl
A girl who can't decide and here's the reason why

Girls love girls and boys

-- Girls / Girls / Boys, Panic! at the Disco

[FILL] she's a dream

[itotoro]

Characters/Ship: TWICE Momo/Sana
Tags: heteronormativity is the enemy, what are we when the lights are off?
Permission to Remix: Yes
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"He's a dream," says Sana, lying in Momo's bed. It's one in the morning; Sana had just come from a date with a guy she's been meeting for a month, and at this point it's tradition that she goes to Momo's apartment and crawls into Momo's bed to debrief. "He's kind, he helped an old lady with directions after we watched a movie together. And he's really cute, he has long eyelashes and he's tall, so there's really an appeal. He smelled really nice."

"You like him?" Momo asks, pressing her face deeper into the pillow they're sharing.

"I think I do," says Sana. Momo has heard her say that about different men, all of which she's called a 'dream.' She smiles up to her eyes as she says, "time was passing by so quickly with him, like a blur. It felt romantic."

"Do you want to kiss him?" Momo asks.

Sana's smile weakens. "Maybe not." She shifts closer to Momo, knees touching under their shared blanket. From this close the strong bridge of her pretty nose led straight to her lips. "Not yet, I mean. I need to be a little more sure."

"What would that mean?" Momo asks, angling her face to see Sana's in all its perfection. The angle of her cheekbones, the softness of her brown eyes, the long hair that framed it all so gently. Angelic.

When Sana doesn't answer, she sighs. "What is it?"

Sana doesn't speak. Instead she reaches forward, a cold fingertip finding its way to Momo's collarbone. "I still haven't found it," she says.

Momo shudders as the fingertip traces a line down to the collar of her pajama shirt. She lets Sana continue, tangling their legs together as Sana unbuttons the shirt all the way to the end.

Cold hands warm themselves on Momo's waist. Sana smooths her hands around, shifting closer so she can press herself to Momo's naked torso, the feel of her sleep shirt and smell of her laundry filling Momo's senses. "I'm still looking for the spark," Sana says, pressing their foreheads together. Momo has heard her say that about different men, all of which Sana had told they were better off as friends.

What Sana doesn't say out loud is that the only time she's ever felt the spark was when they were kids, when Momo kissed her for the very first time. Momo hears it loud and clear, though. Sana's eyes beg her to.

Sana once told Momo they were better off as friends, but it's Sana's lips that press to Momo's every single time.

[eclogues]

Characters/Ship: Chuu/Yves
Tags: idolverse, post disbandment, hurt/comfort
Prompt:

“Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well, you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.”
— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

[aprilies]

Characters/Ship: Chuu/Yves (past), Chuu & Yves
Tags: canon compliant, videocalling, past relationship, lovers to friends, not sure about this h/c attempt but hi
Permission to Remix: Yes
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It’s late in the United States, but early in South Korea, and everything finally feels like it’s not spinning out on an icy road, like the world is no longer going to fall down on top of Sooyoung’s head and crush her skull into putty. All because of Ibuprofen and beautiful, healing words from the girl on her phone.

Ha Sooyoung was not supposed to have a solo career. Okay – as a backup dancer, maybe, but as a singer? An idol? That was never in the cards.

And yet here she is: two EPs released under just Yves, North American leg of a world tour, standing on stages alone (aside from her lovely dance crew!) night after night. Magazines write about her and fans scream her name – like before, only flipped upside down and inside out. Here she is on the other side, all the good and all the bad and all the unknowns sitting squarely on her shoulders.

“My Sooyoungie-unnie,” Jiwoo chirps softly. Her hair is draped over the creases in her pillowcase and her face is still puffy with sleep. The low, natural light of her room is washing her out on Sooyoung’s screen. She’s everything that Sooyoung did nothing to deserve. “I love you very much.”

That’s a plain statement of fact. Not a lot of people try to bring Sooyoung back to herself like this. Not a lot of people can, even if they do try. Sooyoung gulps and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Thank you…”

“Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s, just…I think I can do only this – only be who I am – because of your love. All of your love.” At this point, the whole general public agrees that Kim Jiwoo is sunshine. Even in her moments of darkness, which Sooyoung had glimpsed, she still had a bounce, a lightness to her. And it had been Sooyoung who was lucky enough to bask in it.

Who else could have loved her on a music video set making a little bit of their story big, in the isolation of the mysterious last subunit, throughout their fanservice matrimony?

Who else could still believe in her just as fervently after puppy-love had come and gone?

A cute sound between a sigh and a laugh, so synonymous with an old idea of home that Sooyoung’s chest breaks open a little and spills onto the overly soft hotel pillow she’s clinging to, and then Jiwoo is saying, “You know I had no choice in that – but, hey, it’s good. We’ve always been good. I’m happy.” She pauses. “I’d do it all again, even.” Sooyoung’s lips lift at the corners, a smile of unbelief. Jiwoo reads it immediately and puts on a little scowl. “Seriously, I mean it. I would.”

Sooyoung wishes she could return the sentiment, but she recoils at the thought of time travel. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she says, because that’s the truth. Jiwoo’s eyes shine at her like precious jewels until she looks away. Jiwoo’s head turns to the side, her phone still held up above her dutifully as she murmurs unnieeee like a crumpled white flag. Sooyoung’s cheeks are wet all over again.

They only stop making each other cry because Jiwoo has to wash up before going into the studio later and Sooyoung needs to sleep before catching her next flight.

[eclogues]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

I remember that time you told me
You said, "Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
— Joni Mitchell, A Case of You

[eclogues]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

"You think you're immune
Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies"
— Joni Mitchell, The Last Time I Saw Richard

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: Any cross-group or soloist ship
Tags: Any
Prompt:

Oh, we can make it work
What we don't know will never hurt
'Cause you're a stranger, so you're perfect
- FKA Twigs, Perfect Stranger

[FILL] no time for rewrites

[deadwine]

Characters/Ship: Seulgi (Red Velvet)/Jihyo (TWICE)
Tags: canon compliant, strangers with benefits, implied sexual content
Permission to Remix: Yes
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When the message comes, Jihyo’s already on the way to Seulgi’s, hands tapping the steering wheel to the beat of an old ballad playing on some late-night radio show, the traffic starting to abate as the hours dwindle.

It’s not exactly a coincidence. Third Saturdays are a fixed appointment if they’re both in town and Seulgi had dropped a ‘back’ in their chat three days ago, a courtesy they have both learnt to extend to each other from the very beginning.

Their last meeting had been at Jihyo’s so she makes the drive this time round.

It’s easy, it’s routine. Jihyo appreciates the practicality of their set-up as does Seulgi and they’ve both done their best to ensure everything’s reciprocal on their respective ends.

When her hopes of love and longing had turned to merely a desire for constant and convenient release, she doesn’t know—but it’s not like she has the time to think about it anyway.

For now, she parks the car in her designated spot and texts ‘here’, doorbells an unnecessary hurdle to getting inside.

Seulgi opens the door and lets her in, a glass of water at the ready and the spare bedroom already lit up and dark sheets prepared.

Jihyo drops her mask on the coffee table and washes her hands at the kitchen sink.
Seulgi has an arm around her waist and her mouth on Jihyo’s damp fingers before she can reach for the towel next to the closed cabinets.

Oh, well. It gets the job done.

They get to the bedroom a few seconds faster.

Jihyo’s shirt and trousers go on the hook next to the door instead of lying on the floor and creasing. Seulgi’s pyjamas find their way to the lonely chair in the room.

And then Jihyo’s spine hits the mattress and Seulgi’s fingers press against her crotch and nothing else matters anymore—not the long day she’s spent at the studio straining her vocal cords, not the cameras waiting for her at home, and not the re-records she has to squeeze in between dance practice and comeback meetings in the coming afternoon.

There are just the four bare walls of the bedroom Seulgi doesn’t use and the familiar taste of Seulgi’s toothpaste in her mouth.

There are insistent hands and a skilful tongue that knows every groove of her body and every trick that makes her sigh and sing—and there is the body she knows best too, molten to her every touch, the easiest labour she’s ever had to put in for the taste of a fruit, ripe and succulent.

They’re done and folding their dirty sheets in just under two hours, neither of them can afford to go longer tonight.

When Jihyo’s dressed Seulgi awaits her with another glass of water that Jihyo gulps down in one go before getting her mask back on.

She slips out into the night without a second glance.

There’s a pleasant soreness at the dip of her spine and she swivels on the spot, getting her back to crack as she’s climbing into the driver’s seat.

She’s already hungry, making her way out of the parking lot. It’s always like that with her: late-night sex necessitates late-night snacking.

She wonders if Seulgi gets hungry too.

They’ve sat at the same table during official dinners hosted by fashion labels or at gatherings organised by mutual friends during award season, though there haven’t been much of the latter in recent years—seniority allowing them to forego traditional end-of-year schedules entirely.

It’s freeing albeit a little lonely. Or it would be if Jihyo knew any different.

They’ve never shared a meal at either of their places, in the years that they’ve kept up this arrangement.

Jihyo knows which of Seulgi’s whines means stop and which of them means more but she has no clue if Seulgi likes her noodles soggy or dry.

Maybe on some nights Seulgi would prefer to be wined and dined before she was taken to bed, maybe there are more nights than one when Jihyo would, too.

But neither of them has the time to think about it anyway.

And Jihyo prefers it that way. Keeping it easy, keeping it routine.

No vulnerability means there is no mess to clean up when things go past their expiration date, and really Jihyo couldn’t be bothered to add another pile of cleaning to everything that already waits for her.

She’d bet anything that Seulgi would agree with her at this very moment. If she’s anything like Jihyo she’s bound to be sitting next to her machine, eyes drooping as they watch it wipe her sheets clean, cursing under her breath every few minutes and swearing off sex that cuts down on her already short sleeping hours.

Until the next time the same-old text drops into her inbox and reminds her of what she can’t find anywhere else.

[eclogues]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

I'm all used up, pretty boy
Over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off
See my hands, pretty boy
What do they tell you?
'Cause I've looked down at them, not knowing why
And after everything's done and I'm all undone
You can hear my high heels walking on
Clickety-clacking through the night
I'm carrying my bag of bones
— Mitski, Bag of Bones

I always knew the world moves on
I just didn't know it would go without me
I start the day high and it ends so low
'Cause I'm working for the knife
— Mitski, Working For The Knife

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Any (idolverse?)
Prompt:

In the PM, all the pretty girls
They have a couple drinks, all the pretty girls
So now, they wanna kiss all the pretty girls
They got to have a taste of a pretty girl
In the AM, all the pretty girls
Act like it never happened in another world
Yeah, it's a blessing and it's a curse
So keep on pretending, pretty girl
- Renee Rapp, Pretty Girls

[staygame]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: the mortifying ordeal of being known
Prompt:

“My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”

Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith

[FILL] Want

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: aespa Karina/Winter
Tags: straight up yearning, down bad
Permission to Remix: Yes
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She looks at me and I want. I want and I want to the point I don't know how to contain it. How to encapsulate the way I want her. How I want her. Where I want her. I want her at the tips of my fingers, a slight brush against my lips, just her eyes on me even from across the room - I want her. She could consume me fully and it wouldn't be enough.

But how pathetic is it, pitiful that I am, that I want and I want but I don't know how to ask. How to reach the tips of my fingers out to touch her - to feel the texture of her skin and if she gets goosebumps at the feel of me as I get goosebumps at the thought of her. How to brave the distance to claim victory of the destination that is her lips, to not fall victim to my own doubts and flee her eyes once they set on mine.

She has offered me connections, of every facet that can branch from that one holy grail. She's taking her time for me but I cannot give her a duration or steps of achievement.

Maybe one day she will tire and I'll be the only one still wanting.

[staygame]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: situationship
Prompt:

And if I don't text you first
I don't think that way we would ever talk at all
And I don't know what's worse
Being with you or not being with you at all

if i don't text you first - tiffany day

[FILL] Mailing Pieces of My Heart to You

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: LOONA Yves/Haseul, ARTMS Haseul/Yves
Tags: situationship, unrequited love, one-sided
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Glimpses cross her mind as if she's seeing into a potential future. They're small and they're often, almost paving an entire storyline of their own.

Fantasy and daydreams, becoming more dangerous the more they're entertained.

Because these glimpses give her hope, watering a blossoming of warmth that grows inside her as days go on. A hope that manifests but reality does not take.

Reality is hot and cold in what it gives her. Dangling a carrot in front of her of what could be, but in truth can actually never be.

Nights spent tangled up in one another, as if the world outside whatever enclosure they've found themselves in does not exist outside the two of them. Mornings she's glued to her phone, passing messages of endearments like she's mailing off pieces of her heart with each one.

And in the afternoon she lets her mind fill in the gaps. Gaps of possibilities of if whatever they're doing can just make it across the finish line.

A finish line that she's chasing, where she runs and she runs, a three legged race but she's dragging along deadweight.

[endstheory]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: Exes to friends, disbandment/member departure?
Prompt:

I've tried, but I can't be your lifeline
[...]
And I'm hoping you're okay
If you've moved on from that place
I'm always a call away
But I can't be the one to save you

Kids Again — Hoang

credence

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: TWICE Nayeon/Jeongyeon
Tags: member departure
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Jeongyeon hasn't told a soul yet. Not to management, not to the members. She doesn’t know how to bring it up, even if she knows that they all know. Of course they do, how could they not? But still, Jeongyeon doesn’t say the words aloud.

Most of them are still treating her like normal but Jihyo is being way too soft with her and it’s gross but Jeongyeon deals with that with a flick of her forehead and a beer placed into Jihyo’s waiting hand. Nayeon, on the other hand, is a woman on a mission, a mission to make sure she ignores Jeongyeon at every given opportunity.

"Nayeon," Jeongyeon tries again for the third time today.

"No." Nayeon gives her a withering look that makes Jeongyeon sigh.

“You can’t ignore me forever,”

Nayeon glares at her but doesn’t run away, like the previous two times. At this point, Jeongyeon takes what’s given, even if Nayeon is still glaring holes into her.

“You’re going to leave anyways, what do you need me for?”

Jeongyeon smiles despite the venom in Nayeon’s words.

“I need you to tell me you understand,” Jeongyeon says.

She looks back up into Jeongyeon’s eyes, opening her mouth and then closes it. Something in Nayeon's gaze shifts, and she bites her lip hard enough to bruise. Nayeon’s shoulders slump and the defeat in her face is all Jeongyeon can see.

“You’re acting like I’m going to die,” Jeongyeon rolls her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” Nayeon sneers, she steps forward and buries her head into Jeongyeon’s shoulder.

“Your idiot, though,” Jeongyeon jokes, patting Nayeon’s head and winces when she feels a pinch at her side. “Hey! I’m fragile!” Jeongyeon can’t help the laughter that bubbles in her throat when she feels another pinch.

“Do you have to?” Nayeon lifts her head, hope pools in her eyes and it trickles into a plea.

“Yeah,” The soft glow of the setting sky is still bright enough for her to see the worry so clear on Nayeon’s face, “I do,”

Jeongyeon tries another smile, but all it does is make Nayeon fall back onto her shoulder.

“I don’t want to do this without you,” Nayeon says, her voice muffled and yet Jeongyeon hears it all the same.

Nayeon’s fingers are digging into Jeongyeon’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Jeongyeon lets her, carding her fingers through Nayeon’s hair, soothing the ache that won't go away.

“I know,”

It’s all Jeongyeon can offer Nayeon. Nayeon will do this without her, she knows it, they both do.

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: IVE, Wonyoung(/any)
Tags: Horror or urban fantasy AU
Prompt:

White dress with my hair back in a ribbon
Shark eyes with a jackknife on my thigh
They say "she's a victim, she's a villain"
I do what I've got to to survive
- Pom Pom Squad, Villain

[FILL] desecration of a lustful illusion

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: jang wonyoung
Tags: idolverse horror, some violence
Permission to Remix: yes

(this is my first time filling for a k-pop fest like this. please tell me if i did anything wrong.)

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The axe is always heavy in her pencil-thin fingers. Wonyoung never lets it stop her.

She wraps her fingers back around the handle and squeezes, harder than ever, as she walks towards the girl pressed against the wall. Wonyoung doesn't smile; she does what needs to be done, as her eyes glint in the moonlight peeking through the window.

The girl in front of her is shaking. The sight used to sadden her, used to make her feel bad. There's a lot that Wonyoung doesn't feel now, doesn't feel as she goes up on stage and plays her part, doesn't feel on these sordid nights when she works her real job, does the clean-up that no one else wants to do.

She thinks she hears the girl say something, shaken out of her fear into anger, the way the words come out with a bite. Wonyoung looks up, sees the way the girl has steeled herself, eyes narrowed.

"What is it?" Wonyoung says, and her voice is too high, not practiced, not still and confident enough. Enough vulnerability, enough of the unexpected, seeps out in her voice that she's immediately ashamed, immediately wishing she never bothered at all and swung the axe down.

She looks the girl in the eye. There's a resolute confidence in the girl's gaze, the way she looks at Wonyoung and sees right through her.

The girl opens her mouth and out comes something unforgivable, something Wonyoung only hears the edges of.

You. I always knew it was you doing this.

Wonyoung drags the axe behind her and plunges it forward.

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There's few ways to make it in this industry and Wonyoung thinks she has learned them all quite well.

She stands poised on the stage, lips lifted in one part a smile and the other a pout as one of her group mates pokes fun at her. She blinks and flutters her eyelashes to an audience of cloying fans, tilts her head to feign embarrassment.

She doesn't think about the night prior, about the nameless girl she had to track down, that she had to find alone and primed for the end of her axe. She doesn't think about her final, resolute words, how she always knew it was her.

Wonyoung dances on stage and doesn't think about the girl in the form of a too-light body she had to drag with her too-skinny hands wrapped around the backs of the body's ankles. She doesn't think about the edge of a river and fitting the body in it with a dirty axe, watching the pieces fall to the bottom, cleaning the end of her axe with river water. She doesn't think about how the blood even reached the ribbon in her hair, left over from her stage that day, hair in pigtails and lips a cherry red.

Of course it had to have been her, right? Of course it had to be the girl they malign and mirror and admire and fear. Of course it had to be her, she agrees, because who else would do a job like pruning the edges of the industry when people get too loud?

She dances and plays her part and doesn't think about it but she does, because she can't stop herself in the following days, every time, can't stop the unbidden thoughts of the nights before where she again played her part and did what no one wants to speak about.

Wonyoung catches the gaze of one of her group mates, the one their fans always love to put her with, because of their last group. She smiles something fierce and keeps her eyes on her as her group mate does a suggestive move, herself suggesting something in her eyes that the fans will zero in on.

Clean-up duty. It's the worst of the industry that have the luxury of not thinking about it. Perhaps that makes her the best, then.

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: baldur's gate 3 or high fantasy/dnd-adjacent AU, angst
Prompt:

“You know, soldier, we’re so fucked. I am not sure anyone has ever been more fucked than this. And yet… we’re fine. In this moment, we’re fine. Here I am. There you are. Breathing. Talking. Even laughing, if we want. Is it very precious to say that, despite it all, I'm… happy?”

- Karlach, Baldur's Gate 3

[FILL] frighten me into the present

[flover]

Characters/Ship: IVE Rei/Liz
Tags: dnd AU, babblebrook setting (as in goodnight moon asmrverse), light angst
Permission to Remix: No

[ao3 link]

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Rei most remembers her humanness when she's scared.

It's been easy to forget in present company—over the past two years, the six members of her party have performed incredible feats of magic and strength, seeing and doing things she'd only heard rumors of during her time apprenticing at an apothecary, and in bedtime stories before that, as a young child sheltered deep in the kingdom of Lancaster.

In the margins of her sketchbooks, like guardians of her literature homework and medicinal plant sketches, she drew long-limbed elves like Kazuha and elemental beings like Jinsol, druids like Yoona and wizards like Minji. Even after her own tinctures and remedies became renowned throughout the center city for their rapid effects and lasting boosts to one's vitality, work that brought suspicion to the shop and became what Minji recruited her for, it took time for Rei to envision herself as someone who belonged in another dreamer's notebook. But only a couple months into their adventuring came the party's first brush with death, and it was Rei whose innate power made the difference and saved their lives. A switch flipped in her head that day, and the mundanity of her mortal coil stopped being a mental block. No mere human would have survived what she had, what they have.

This mantra remains Rei's anchor amid stormy seas. But on nights like these, spent alone on the second watch shift, looking through the magical dome of their camp in the flat lands between the Glenham Mountains and Brunswick Lake, her confidence sloughs off her skin and leaves her exposed, shaking.

She traces a finger down the line of her silver staff, following the rising ridges and sloping knobs of the handholds up to the ornate, heart-shaped crown. Though, to the outside world, they are hidden within an opaque hut, glimmers of moonlight pierce through the ceiling and dance on the cut facets of the oval citrine set in the center of the staff's heart, just enough to be lively without disturbing anyone's rest. Jiwon chose the gem; it contrasts the cool aluminum Rei insisted on wielding and is easy to spot from a distance.

But most importantly, Jiwon had said, pointing to the gem then herself, it looks like honey, which means it pairs well with Cheese.

It's Jiwon's quest they're trying to fulfill, the most high stakes of all. For the first time since she and Minji escaped center city limits, Rei has returned to Lancaster, the seat of the crown, to kill the queen.

A pale hand with sharply pointed nails drapes itself over the gemstone, snuffing the light. Rei glances at Jiwon beside her, still awake despite Rei's insistence she take no watch tonight. Jiwon is only ever plain in her nightclothes—soft, solid-patterned, the same cornsilk shade as her skin. The two features that break up monotony are her peachy lips and inky black eyes. When younger Rei imagined her fantastical characters fighting devils and demons, she hadn't known they could look so girlish, like a friend.

Rei keeps her own hand at the base of the staff's crown and drums up a bit of energy, warming both their palms. Without need to open her mouth, she sends Jiwon a short mental message: I told you to rest. We have a long day of travel tomorrow.

Jiwon's magic is different from hers, and she does have to speak and roll her wrist in a flourish, but by grace of whatever deities watch over them, Jiwon's attempt at a whisper is quiet. I would, but you think so loud! Her eyebrows scrunch, affecting exaggerated emotion as if she were on stage at a tavern performing one of her tales, but then she relaxes and pauses, as long as the spell allows before dissipating, before finishing her response. Are you thinking about the Nightshade Witch? She's scary, isn't she? Even I can't get her out of–

Her message cuts off, as expected. Rei shakes her head anyway. She quite likes Belladonna, actually. Though, if she has to choose, she'd say Evangeline the Willow Witch is the more welcoming presence in the woods.

Jiwon blinks meaningfully. She presses her lips together, then pushes herself off her side up into a seat, her back and long, cane-like horns pressing against the dome's boundary so she can face Rei. Her outstretched legs graze Rei's knee and hip where she sits crisscross.

It's Jiwon's magic keeping them comfortable and protected every night, the same way it's her silver tongue that talks their way in and out of trouble throughout the lands outside of the kingdom. The same way it's her stricken body Rei can't help but recall from that early combat, prone and ever-so-briefly visiting the afterlife. There's not much Rei wouldn't do for Jiwon, but as they've gone further into the kingdom, closer to home and the people who raised her, it's gotten harder to pretend she wouldn't rather turn tail than risk a visit becoming a permanent move.

Jiwon's foot taps Rei twice, drawing her eyes up from the ground. Hey, Jiwon's message starts, remember how I said no at first? Laughed at the proposal because, well. Look at me. Weak as anything. Would crumble into dust, easily.

Rei grins, close-lipped. You wanted to rest after we took care of that giant spider.

I always want to rest. Jiwon shrugs. But I wasn't ready to do this yet. You all make me feel like we can really make things better.

But what if...? Rei drops the message thread because she notices a change in light, as Jiwon's hand uncovers the staff's heart. Despite the tight angle, the moonlight dances on the citrine again and refracts into Jiwon's eyes, creating almost a six-pointed star where pupils would be.

There are signs that are little more than wishful thinking, coincidences given undue meaning, and then there are reassurances, laid out clear as day. If Rei truly believes they are on an impossible mission, there is nothing stopping her, or any of them for that matter, from backing out. She has a life in another apothecary somewhere out there waiting for her, and Minji could wield her wealth of knowledge as a member on a wizard council, and Yoona, Jinsol, and Kazuha can find another party pursuing the very human desire to protect the Material Plane and all its peoples for centuries to come. And Jiwon can continue her life as a traveling performer, wandering from town to town despite her laundry list of fears, in search of good stories to tell and songs to write about them, not unlike Rei with her drawings.

Jiwon isn't wrong to say she's fragile, because she is. They all are. Yet, they fight.

Jiwon places her hand over Rei's where it still covers the join between crown and body. Their hands are similar sizes, but Jiwon's nails stretch that much further; dome aside, it isn't often she can give Rei cover. Then we did the best we could, she whispers. But we won't die. Bad inn food could kill us, and so could bugs, and lightning strikes, and–

Stay up with me, Rei replies breathlessly. I'm on watch for another hour. You can keep running me through more ways we could die.

Jiwon beams. She noisily hoists herself around to fall in line with Rei, reaching her left arm over the base of the staff to fit in the space next to Rei's black wool-covered thigh. "I'm good," she says without cover of magic. "It might put you to sleep, and we can't have that, now can we?"

"Exactly." Rei slides her arm back and interlocks their hands, warm like metal.

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: any (f/f)
Tags: any
Prompt:

I know she thinkin' that she found herself a winner
I know you fucked her on the counter right before you cooked her dinner, yeah
I know you think about me when you kiss her
I left a taste in your mouth, can she taste me now
That you threw out all our furniture and pictures?
I bet you sugarcoat the truth, I bet you're real sweet with her, yeah
I know you think about me when you kiss her
I left a taste in your mouth, can she taste me now?

fletcher ft kito - bitter

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: in love with (straight or repressed) best friend
Prompt:

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
I'm just feeling low, feeling low
Even when you're next to me
It's not the way I'm picturing
I'm just feeling low, feeling low
You wanna be friends forever
I can think of something better,
I'm just feeling low, feeling low
Sleeping here right next to me,
But will you ever mess with me?

hayley kiyoko - sleepover

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: any 2nd gen/4th gen idol ship, past 2nd gen/2nd gen ship (ex. aespa karina/snsd taeyeon, past snsd tiffany/snsd taeyeon)
Tags: age gap, nsfw, angst, idolverse
Prompt:

I decided to
Anything that lives inside of you
I would never ever lie to you
You ain't ever gotta lie to me
I'm everything that I've strived to be
So do I look like him?

- like him, tyler the creator

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: character study-esque, fwb (?)
Prompt:

“I have tried to stitch together tenderness from each person. Wring them of it. I want all the tenderness in the world… The soft underbelly of a coarse man. A preview is never enough because I am insatiable.”

Marlowe Granados, Happy Hour

[FILL] ...era la tuya

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: lily morrow/oh haewon
Tags: morning after, songwriting, mature themes
Permission to Remix: yes

(superlove; AO3 collection post later)

-

Lily watches as Haewon's fingers gently trace the notes on the page, the messily drawn out music that took shape over the course of the night, letters and lyrics and notation jumbled together in haphazard handwriting on shaky lines. Her eyes slide up, trace the way Haewon's thick hair falls down her back, notices the light wave it has to it. She wants to part it with her fingers once more, wants to push the pieces that fall in her face behind her ear and look into her eyes and feel as if she's falling off that same precipice again, just as she did the night before.

Haewon meets her eyes and softly, awkwardly smiles something pained. There's a distance to it that makes Lily look away, a level of discomfort, unfamiliarity. She averts her eyes, instinctively looks down and back to Haewon's fingers atop the notes on the page, then looks away further, looks down into her own lap.

This morning she's found herself covered by bedding and the night prior's slapdash effort at quickly covering up, a pair of underwear and a tank top hastily put on through shaky limbs and a jittery mind; nothing comforting to be found in the afterglow, no sense of clarity. Nothing but shame and awkwardness, having fumbled in the dark seeking something more this time than either of them have wanted in any other night like it and finding only fear.

The guitar from the night before sits against the wall opposite the bed, abandoned and likely cold to the touch from the window Haewon had cracked open before she fell into bed with her back to Lily, and Lily turned over in the wordless exchange. It's springtime, now, and over their heads looms a comeback, after the steep curve to their last and the steep fall into oblique disinterest from fans and critics alike. Everyone's a critic, Lily had overheard Jiwoo remarking, days after the initial charting of See that, and Lily had to agree, because what else was she to think? It had been a disappointment for all of them, and thinking any further about it, about all of the work they had put into the choreography and collective performance, hurt far too much.

They were urged by their management to raise their quality of performance, to justify their existence after the laughable failure of their debut, and Jini's disappointed departure, having made it clear she wanted more than what they could deliver collectively with what they were given, and three years into their lifetime as a collective, three years into true idol life, Lily has found little in it to celebrate, little but the careful regard they have cultivated for their level of presence on the stage. It's something Lily has grown numb to over the years; praised for nothing more than her voice, all that people want from her, all there is to her.

Lily leans back on the bed, feels her shoulders sink into the mattress as she stares up at the ceiling. She knows Haewon is looking at her, feels something more, wants something more from Lily, wants to do something more than the songs they write together. She thinks something unwanted, something about Haewon's fingers calloused from plucked strings and a hum from the same throat that Lily pressed her lips to the second Haewon put down the guitar. Haewon, sitting there just as under-dressed as she is, a delicate and wrinkled nightgown thrown over her, the same one Lily pushed up to feel and explore Haewon once they were back on the bed, the same one Lily can't bear to look at now that the shame is too strong.

So much effort, for the last comeback, and more effort they put in for the one forthcoming. Their first songwriting credits, both of their names on the track listing, soon to be shared to fans, soon to be celebrated by fans the likes of which have followed the both of them since Survivor, since the day they both shared the set and poured their voices into microphones until their managers were sated; until their growing, soon-to-be disappointed fans in the build-up to their exceedingly disappointing debut, found a dynamic in the two of them spotlighted in black and white that they couldn't put away and forget, because how alike were they then, are they now that they fully share the stage?

Lily is no fool; she sees the way these fans speculate on their live streams, can read the words that float and fade out on the screen faster than her group-mates can piece together their meaning. Lily is no fool, sure, but perhaps the true tragedy of her lies in how right these fans are, unbeknownst to them, in how well she and Haewon do fall together, in song and sex alike.

She traces shapes in the popcorn ceiling of her dorm room until she hears Haewon's voice crack through the silence, until she sits up, turns her head to her blankly.

Haewon looks at her fondly, too fondly, too much in her heart for someone as insatiable as Lily. Too much given to her and it's never enough because Lily never knows what to make of the pieces when she puts them together and finds what she wants to see but what neither of them can stomach. Despite it all, despite her faults, Haewon looks to her too fondly, too kindly, and smiles something gentle.

Lily watches the way Haewon slides off the bed, the way her nightgown drags with the movement and the way her layered, tangled hair moves as she tilts her head down and picks up the guitar by the neck. Lily watches the way Haewon sits cross-legged on the bed, puts her fingers to the strings, and Lily doesn't respond to the way her eyes squint and her nose scrunches as she reads the chords, and Lily doesn't respond when Haewon presses on the fingerboard and pushes the sheet of music to Lily and waits.

Lily doesn't need to look at the page, doesn't need to turn it around; she's never needed much of a guideline to these things. Even all those nights ago, when this began, guitar in hand and delicate fingers lightly touching one another until that turned into something more, Lily found herself to be a quick learner, a quick study as Haewon pressed calloused fingers to her the same practiced way she pressed them to the guitar. It didn't take long for Lily to learn to return the favor, and it didn't take long for Lily to take over, to take the lead and show Haewon what she learned.

Lily doesn't look at the page, doesn't look to Haewon, because she's a quick learner and already knows the lines to the half-written song, already knows the lines of Haewon she'd trace with her eyes if she were to look up.

Quietly, she inhales and exhales shakily.

"Let's practice again," Haewon says, then, and Lily only nods as she presses a hand to her chest and lets song fall out.

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

I was your sailor, your demon, your lover
Your overbearing best friend
Hoping for some attention

/

But I never really had it in me, did I
Did I?
No, I never really had it in me, did I?
Said I never really had it in
Me, did I, did I, did I?

— The Sailor Song, Autoheart

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time
I stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find

/

I slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me

— In My Room, Julia Wolf

[FILL] your love your love your love

[hyojungss]

Characters/Ship: PRISTIN Eunwoo/Jieqiong
Tags: canon compliant (i think)
Permission to Remix: Yes
-

“Is it not the least bit pathetic to have liked all her Instagram posts for all these years,” Siyeon postulated openly. Eunwoo wasn’t the least bit concerned about it, touching up her lip gloss with a compact mirror in her other hand, and admiring her mascara while she was at it.

“I’m not offended she didn’t like mine back, if that’s what you’re saying.” She closed the mirror with a satisfying click.

Siyeon sighed. “If that’s what you want.”

There was kind of an unwritten rule between the seven of them that met up the most often that they’d avoid mentioning the group for as long as possible out of the desire to move on, and talk about bigger and better things. The problem was that there weren’t really too many topics of that kind. And some of them had what felt like an inherent, subconscious want to bring up girls who weren’t even there, to pretend they were still a unit, still active, still alive, to their own detriment.

The waitress brought Eunwoo the limoncello spritz she’d ordered and she didn’t hesitate before taking a sip. “I hate this,” she said, making a face. Siyeon took it out of her hands.

“I’m just worried about you,” Siyeon said. The sunlight, angled at that time of day, burned a triangle of skin on her ankle.

Eunwoo groaned. “Please don’t make me feel pathetic, Siyeon-ah.”

“It’s been an adjustment for all of us,” Siyeon said. All of them were programmed to grind the only way they knew how, and the reality of how much harder it was to print money as an individual was so tough to swallow. Siyeon mostly oscillated between pretending she just wanted to spend time with her family and accepting whatever two-day job her agency offered out of false hopes that it would deliver some cash.

Objectively, Jieqiong was the only one who made it on her own. Siyeon remembered seeing her for the first time in years and thinking about how much she hadn’t changed - it was everything else around her that had. Eunwoo couldn’t make it that night, a prior committment holding her back. (“I want to be there,” she’d whined over the phone to Gyeongwon, a conversation she relayed to the rest of them at dinner. “But I have to be at this influencer event.”)

The last time Eunwoo had seen Jieqiong she’d invited her over to her Seoul apartment, just to show her what it was like. Jieqiong had marveled at the modern decor and counters covered with sponsorship make-up samples before they watched the last half of a TV drama episode on air from Eunwoo’s bed. “Just like old times,” Jieqiong said, her head resting on Eunwoo’s collarbone. “Except your new mattress is king sized.” She laughed. Eunwoo resisted the urge to kiss her. Then four hours later she was at the Incheon airport, ready to go back to Shanghai.

“It will never be like old times again,” Siyeon cautioned. “Do you realize that?”

Eunwoo let the facade down for a second, her face dropping from its careless smile. “And what am I supposed to do about it?”

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Witches
Prompt:

Our love was forged in fire
Water, Earth, and Air

/

If I can't reach you
Let my song teach you
All you need to keep our love alive
If I can't hold you
Remember what I told you
It's the only way we survive

— The Ballad of the Witches' Road

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

Yeah, I don't know if you like me
Sometimes I think you might hate me
Sometimes I think I might hate you
Maybe you just wanna be me

— Girl, so confusing, Charli XCX & Lorde

[FILL] burning right, living bridges

[thinktoomuch]

Characters/Ship: (G)I-dle Miyeon/Minnie
Tags: pre-debut, canon with wonky timeline
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Miyeon arrives on a Tuesday, with a leather jacket and fishnets and Minnie's dreams neatly crushed under the heels of her cool girl boots.

“Nice to meet you,” Minnie says, “I hope we get along well.”

The tears follow immediately, as if to betray the lie. Minnie has no idea who she wants to deceive more.


-

It doesn’t take long for the days to start blending together. They finally have the Korean vocalist the company insisted on, but they’re still made to sing the same covers and dance the same songs, no progress in sight.

Minnie’s life is the same as it has been for the last two years, and the only change seems to be Miyeon.

“Do you think she regrets it?” She asks one night, interrupting whatever Yuqi was saying. Minnie had stopped paying attention as soon as the thought popped into her mind. “Miyeon, I mean. She must regret leaving YG, right?”

Yuqi barely finishes swallowing her noodles before she answers, brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know. She said she doesn’t.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I overheard her talking to one of the instructors.”

“She must be lying.” Miyeon’s former group is winning triple crowns and charting on Billboard while she’s stuck in a smaller company, no debut in sight. “She always has to act like she’s perfect.”

She doesn’t get to hear Yuqi’s answer before a thump sounds to their left, their heads turning in synchrony. The empty hallway echoes a set of footsteps hastily running away.

Her heart sinks. “Who was that?”

“I didn’t know anyone else was home,” Yuqi replies. She places her bowl on the sink and leaves, for once not interested in what Minnie has to say.

-

Minnie does to it what she does to most of her worries: shoves it down her throat until it threatens to choke her, her spit turned bitter with the taste of Miyeon’s name on her tongue.

-

They've been rehearsing the dance to a sunbae’s godforsaken song for forty minutes now, and one of the moves keeps evading her. The instructor looks outright impatient as he corrects the angle of her turn, only for her to bend her knee the wrong way again, and even the rest of the girls are starting to seem a little bothered.

“Can’t we just move on?” Minnie pleads. “I’ll try that one by myself later.”

“Try it by yourself now,” the instructor says, curt. “The rest of you, take five.”

Most of the girls take it as a cue to splay on the floor or drink from their water bottles. Minnie makes the wrong turn yet again, watches Miyeon's hesitant approach through the mirror.

“Here,” Miyeon says once she's close enough, so sheepish she’s almost curling into herself. “You just have to—”

“It's fine,” Minnie snaps, because she's not about to take advice from the one person in this room who’s a shittier dancer than she is.

Miyeon flinches as if struck, and in her haste Minnie bends her knee too far and goes crashing down in an instance of almost divine karma.

She looks up to see Soyeon standing over her. “Come with me,” she commands, such a stormy look on her face that not even the instructor dares contradict her.

Soyeon's presence has always made her seem bigger than she is, but she's never made Minnie feel as small as she does now, standing outside the practice room with a scowl and her arms crossed.

“Miyeon unnie is a part of this now, and whether you like it or not, you need to get along. This is the kind of rumor that breaks groups apart.”

“We're barely a group,” Minnie protests, more than a little bitter. “They said we needed a Korean main vocalist to debut, but now that we do, nothing has changed.”

“We're going to debut,” Soyeon states. Just like that, it becomes a certainty, and suddenly Minnie is the foolish one for ever having doubted her. “And if you're going to be in the group you need to be less childish and learn how to share, Kim Minnie.”

She doesn't know what's more humiliating: getting scolded by someone younger than her or walking back into the practice room with her face burning red, tears swimming in her eyes.

By the time Minnie finally bends her knees right, her face is wet and her throat burns. No one comments on it; they simply move on to the rest of the dance, and no one approaches her again.


-


It comes to a head the following year.

They have a debut date, and their own song with its own choreo, and one month before they're scheduled to film the music video a manager takes the two of them aside to talk.

“Your visuals go well together,” she says. “And you're both vocalists and same-aged friends.”

They get a day to prepare, most of which Minnie spends in Korean class. It's already dark when she arrives at the dorm to find Miyeon asleep at the kitchen table.

She's slumped over it, one cheek squished on top of her arm, mouth open in a semicircle. There's an open bag of snacks in front of her.

She's probably drooling. It wouldn't be the first time.

Minnie considers leaving her be for a moment, if only because she's been a witness of how hard it is to wake up Cho Miyeon, but in the end that’s what convinces her to the contrary.

There's a particular type of closeness that comes with learning so much about a person just from watching them. And if Minnie leaves her here, tomorrow Miyeon won't whine or complain about a neck ache, but Minnie will see her hide a grimace and massage her nape and she will be reminded once more that Miyeon is not as bad as she first pictured her.

Miyeon, as it turns out, isn't bad at all.

It takes a hard shake for the other girl to awaken. It probably would’ve given her a sick sense of satisfaction, just a few months prior, but now the sight of Miyeon’s confusion sinks into her chest. Minnie looks at her pink tongue wetting her lip, the faint line of drool on her chin.

“I was waiting for you,” Miyeon says, voice wobbly with sleep. She stands, leaning onto Minnie’s side like it's the easiest thing in the world. Like Minnie isn't who she is.

“I had class,” Minnie says, useless. Someone had probably already told her. Miyeon hums.

She's so small. Miyeon weighs almost nothing as Minnie guides them to their room, looking down so that their clumsy feet won't tangle and she won't have to face whoever is on the living room couch.

“I wanted to rehearse the song together,” Miyeon says when she's already in bed. She pouts like a kid despite them being the same age.

“They've made us sing it like a thousand times during evaluations. It's gonna be fine.”

Miyeon's stomach grumbles. She doesn't seem to mind it, halfway back to dreamland already, and Minnie turns around and leaves the room before she can do something stupid like learn how Miyeon looks when she's at peace.

And if Minnie heats up way too much food for herself and sets some aside for a specific member to eat, it just means she hates waste. That's all.


-

“Thank you,” Miyeon whispers before they start filming the following day, a puppy already in her arms. He's smaller than the one Minnie is holding, but seems livelier, too. Minnie doesn't ask what she's talking about.

“It was nothing.” Their knees are touching. This will be their first real foray into the public eye, and Minnie can't look at Miyeon's makeup for too long without feeling like she's going insane.

-


She regrets the the urge to look at the comments right after she gets it.


they're pretty and their voice is good too
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Miyeon's voice definitely has the YG swag
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The one on the left is a foreigner but her pronunciation is perfect
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i like the way she looks at her T_T what are you doing
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[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said

Please I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo the prophecy?

— The Prophecy, Taylor Swift

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

But I see her in the back of my mind
All the time
Like a fever, like I'm burning alive
Like a sign

— WILDFLOWER, Billie Eilish

[pantomimes]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: Any
Prompt:

Thankful you don't send someone to kill me
I love you, I'm sorry

/

Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me
I love you, I'm sorry

— I Love You, I'm Sorry, Gracie Abrams