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girlsfest2025-02-03 05:59 pm
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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RULES
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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
PROMPTING
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Prompt:
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Tags: sports au
Prompt:
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
FILLING
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Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
Permission to Remix: Please ask
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REMIXES
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[FILL] yourself to me, baby
Tags: friends with benefits, morning after, unrequited love, guilt, haunting, dysfunctional relationships
Permission to Remix: Yes
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She should leave, that she is aware of if nothing else, but she feels mellow in Yunjin’s embrace. Cared for, however, that is a forbidden thought she defies gravity to push away as she feels it coming. A quilt barely covers Kazuha’s naked body, but she is numb to cold when the warm front of Yunjin’s body is pressed to her back.
Life passes through a window cracked open, but stillness remains under the cotton, like a trapped breath in the throat. Kazuha is sore, she is exhausted, and she should leave before Yunjin wakes up, but. She is selfish, she is exhausted, and she is in love with Yunjin.
Cruel pleasure spears her rib cage, and her tender heart pulses weakly, as she twists in Yunjin’s hold. She touches Yunjin’s face gently, tracing the slope of her prominent nose with her pinky until she feels the soft skin of her Cupid’s bow under her fingertip. She runs her hand through Yunjin’s orange hair. The dye, once atrociously vibrant, is fading, and what Kazuha is doing is stupid.
Yunjin’s text message was short. Come over. A telltale of Yunjin’s intentions. And, Kazuha had entertained the idea of denying for a beat, before she typed her reply. Be right there. “Hey, uh, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she’d said to a colleague, who frowned at her, questioning worriedly. “Is everything okay?” Kazuha nodded, of course it was. “Rain check for dinner?” Absolutely. She’d turned on her heel and left in the direction of Yunjin’s loft.
With the pad of her thumb, Kazuha traces a blooming, purple mark on Yunjin’s collarbone. She runs her tongue over her gums, her teeth aching with memory, and then she lets her hand descend Yunjin’s body. She is always warm, and soft, under Kazuha’s grabby hands.
And, as she passes the valley between her breasts, marred with love bites, Yunjin stirs awake. Kazuha halts her gentle ministrations, pulling her hand away as though Yunjin’s body heat burned her. She is always so selfish with her.
“Zuha?” Yunjin croaks quietly. Kazuha is buttoning up her slacks when she squints her eyes open.
“Go back to sleep, unnie.” Kazuha mutters as she searches for her shirt. She flips through a pile of Yunjin’s clothes, strewn haphazardly over the back of her chair and the vanity mirror, and she doesn’t dare glance in the way of the bed.
Yunjin groans, and Kazuha turns her head, a fool. Yunjin’s back arches off the mattress as she stretches before sitting up. The quilt falls to her hips and exposes her bare torso to Kazuha’s keen eyes. She should’ve left, she is aware of that if nothing else.
“What time is it?” Yunjin yawns.
Kazuha finds her shirt under the bed. “I don’t know, I just woke up.”
“Won’t you stay?”
Kazuha shakes her head, buttoning up her top. “Can’t, ‘m busy.”
Yunjin sighs. “Work won’t run away from you, Kazuha. It’ll be there after breakfast, I promise.” Kazuha looks away as she springs out of bed, but Yunjin is as cruel as the pleasure she gives. She stands in front of Kazuha, and she smiles. Naked, beautiful, and marked. “Come on.” Yunjin tugs at the hem of Kazuha’s shirt. “Unnie’s treat.”
Kazuha pries Yunjin’s fingers away from her, and she shakes her head. “I don’t want breakfast.”
Yunjin narrows her puffy eyes and frowns. “Why not?”
“Breakfast isn’t in our agreement,” Kazuha says.
Yunjin crosses her arms over her bare chest. “It’s just breakfast, Kazuha. I’m not asking you to—.”
“What?” Kazuha mirrors Yunjin's defensive stance. “What aren’t you asking of me, unnie?”
“I can’t do this, Kazuha.” Yunjin shakes her head, and she steps away from Kazuha. She should leave now, should storm out as though she were a scorned lover, but stupidly, Kazuha stays rooted to her spot, fists clenched tightly at her sides.
“Has it occurred to you that I can’t do this?”
Yunjin scoffs under the t-shirt she is putting on. “A fucking pastry, Kazuha, that’s what I asked for,” she sneers when she pushes her head out. Yunjin is a whirlwind of movement as she dresses, life passing through a window cracked open, but Kazuha remains still, like a trapped breath in the throat. “You can leave, since you’re busy.”
“Alright.” She exhales.
Kazuha rushes down the steps as Yunjin falls back onto her bed. She is always so selfish with her. Kazuha sniffles, her eyes sting with hot, unshed tears, but she won’t let herself cry. She grabs her purse, slips on her heels, and slings her coat over her arm, leaving Yunjin’s loft with a resounding slam of the door.
She feels a dull ache in her lower back and, when she runs her hand through her hair, her fingers tangle in the nest of her curls. Passersby eye her weirdly when she steps out of the building, and she gathers she must make quite a vision. She hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror since yesterday afternoon.
Kazuha understands why it’s called the walk of shame. She trembles from the aftershocks of last night, and of their argument. She is completely strung out. She feels the ghosts of Yunjin’s hands, Yunjin’s lips, Yunjin’s body on her. She surrounds her. Kazuha smells the remnants of Yunjin’s perfume, vanilla and musk, in her nostrils when she breathes. Yunjin’s soft skin pervades on her tongue.
Because, Yunjin has always been so selfish with Kazuha.
Her phone vibrates with a new text message in her coat pocket. For a moment, Kazuha believes she should continue in her path, the apartment building is already behind her, the meld of vanilla and musk is fading, like atrociously vibrant orange, and she is exhausted.
But, Kazuha is in love with Yunjin.
Come back.
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