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0323 with permission! it just felt so weird being december 24th and not having 17hols around and i'm glad other people felt similarly T____T
general rules:
prompting:
0323 with permission! it just felt so weird being december 24th and not having 17hols around and i'm glad other people felt similarly T____Tgeneral rules:
- one prompt per comment, try to limit yourself to two prompts per day
- anyone can participate with no deadlines, word requirements or fandom restrictions but the intention is to be a casual place for prompts and writing, not to replace an event like 17hols
- multiple fills per prompt is fine
- cross-posting is fine
- anonymous prompting or posting is fine
- filling your own prompt is fine
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prompting:
Please use the following format:
Characters/Ship (optional) - Prompt (song lyrics/quote etc. etc.) - Canon/AU/Either (optional)
If you choose AU, describe what AU you are looking for. e.g. High School AU, Spies AU, etc. You can choose “either” if you have no preference between AU and canon.
filling:
Respond by posting your fic as a reply to the original prompt.
In the comment title box, title your fics with:
Title – Ship – Universe
IMPORTANT: If your fic is rated R, then format your comment title box this way:
Title – Ship – Universe – [R]
list of fills:
as far as the eye can see by luckyzukky - nmixx lily
just follow the feeling by sleepyshamrocks - loona kim lip/haseul
the brain has corridors surpassing material place by virginsuicide - svt wonwoo/junhui
crossroads by goaltender - f1 charles/carlos
pink and black and blue by luckyzukky - ive wonyoung/yujin
today seems to be the last day by bookishdagger - svt minghao/bts jungkook
starlight by lachrymosy - bae suzy/got7 jinyoung
coherence by lachrymosy - svt minghao/mingyu
game theory by kisoap - pristin nayoung/svt jeonghan
and none of it matters and none of it ends by deadwine - girl's day yura & sojin
bleeding out, then it was done by pantomimes - jessica/tiffany
cool about it by pantomimes - wjsn bona/dawon
don't read the last page by intoparadise - fromis_9 jiwon/nagyung
usurper by stickie - ive yujin/wonyoung
doomsday (death of me) by pantomimes - snsd yoona/seohyun
they might as well be looking at us by kisoap - bae suzy/got7 jinyoung
the more i remember, the more you fade by deadwine - 2521 yurim/heedo
love fool by luckyzukky - akb48/iz*one honda hitomi/yamauchi mizuki
dwindling mercurial high by kisoap - pristin nayoung/svt jeonghan
list of fills:
as far as the eye can see by luckyzukky - nmixx lily
just follow the feeling by sleepyshamrocks - loona kim lip/haseul
the brain has corridors surpassing material place by virginsuicide - svt wonwoo/junhui
crossroads by goaltender - f1 charles/carlos
pink and black and blue by luckyzukky - ive wonyoung/yujin
today seems to be the last day by bookishdagger - svt minghao/bts jungkook
starlight by lachrymosy - bae suzy/got7 jinyoung
coherence by lachrymosy - svt minghao/mingyu
game theory by kisoap - pristin nayoung/svt jeonghan
and none of it matters and none of it ends by deadwine - girl's day yura & sojin
bleeding out, then it was done by pantomimes - jessica/tiffany
cool about it by pantomimes - wjsn bona/dawon
don't read the last page by intoparadise - fromis_9 jiwon/nagyung
usurper by stickie - ive yujin/wonyoung
doomsday (death of me) by pantomimes - snsd yoona/seohyun
they might as well be looking at us by kisoap - bae suzy/got7 jinyoung
the more i remember, the more you fade by deadwine - 2521 yurim/heedo
love fool by luckyzukky - akb48/iz*one honda hitomi/yamauchi mizuki
dwindling mercurial high by kisoap - pristin nayoung/svt jeonghan
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pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
(elsewhere. warning for disordered eating)
She looks cute right now, with her hair done up in pigtails, giant red bows as big as her fists adorning them, as she sits still in her dressing room chair, a stylist tending to her makeup. She can barely see in front of herself with the makeup brush in her face.
Wonyoung looks forward, straight towards the mirror, as much as she can. She resists the urge to blink as the stylist turns her head towards herself and takes an eyeliner pencil to her eyes.
If Wonyoung wasn't a nice girl, was as wretched and twisted as she's made out to be, she'd grab that eyeliner pencil and stab the stylist with it, or better, stab herself with it, give herself something to cry over that's true and tangible. No big pouty eyes, swelling with tears, glistening pathetically; all her guts spilled out on the floor, tears dramatically smearing her makeup, nastily marring her face, all romantic.
It's never like that, though. If she were to stab herself right now, the stylist would ask her if she's ok, and she'd be handled delicately, with a firm and commanding touch, but still delicate, fragile.
With time, ever since her redebut with IVE, she's realized, most of all, that she wants to feel, experience. She wants more than what she has - that's one thing the netizens are right about. She wants more, more, more. She wants to reach up as far as she can from their dorm's rooftop and grab the moon and squeeze it in her scrawny fists, as hard as she can, until it cracks.
Wonyoung sighs, and Wonyoung sits pretty in her dressing room chair and smiles when she's told to by her stylist, and Wonyoung gets up when her makeup is done and walks to the corner of the room.
"You're looking cute today," Yujin says, winking as she comes in, all playful, as expected of her. She's become more flirty this comeback, with the new haircut and dramatic eyeliner; Wonyoung knows what kind of audience she's trying to attract, and she thinks Yujin is smart for that, knows that those fans will support her until the bitter end. Good for her.
Bad for Wonyoung, though, as she has none of those charms, too girlish, too beautiful instead of edgy, boringly girl next door instead of sharp and cutting. Too beautiful. The netizens would feel so vindicated if she ever thought that out loud.
Wonyoung smiles in return, delicate, the corners of her mouth peaking upwards slightly. Cheerfully, she says, "thank you, unnie!" and nods her head as she does, preparing to leave for the stage, when Yujin tilts her head in a way that makes Wonyoung know she should stay just a bit longer. They've known each other long enough that Wonyoung can read her cues.
Yujin's biting at her lip, enough to almost worry a cut into it. Wonyoung would chastise her if it was her place, but it isn't.
"Are you feeling up to performing today? Have you been eating enough?" Yujin says, giving Wonyoung a once over, and it makes Wonyoung blush, the back of her neck heating up.
It almost makes her angry, though, how casually Yujin says that out loud, "have you been eating?" - how could she, how dare she, even, if she wants to become the person they think she is, that Yujin says something like that with stylists in the room, even their group mates. She knows it's no secret, how she's gotten to be so thin, how she worries her fans and fuels her haters with it; but to hear it out loud, with company, fills her with some kind of rage that she knows she's intrinsically unworthy of.
Here's the thing: Wonyoung wants to feel, but more than anything, she wants to be allowed to feel.
In An Yujin's presence, her groupmate of several years, beyond IVE and IZ*ONE, even on the stage of Produce 48 all those years ago, all she feels is restrained, held back, like something wild and untamed is thrashing from within her, despite how weak and light she feels, despite the satisfaction that comes from those feelings. She still feels that beast, chained and leashed but still flexing its gnarled fingers from within her stomach, just waiting for the moment to start scratching at the walls for freedom.
She glances back at Yujin, who stares back at her with a plaintive (pitying, sorry) expression. Delicate, fragile.
"I'll be ok, Yujin unnie," she says, smile feather-light and soft. "I just woke up tired today. I didn't get much sleep after yesterday's constant shooting! The flashes stuck in my eyes even when they were closed. It was hard to sleep."
Yujin looks about ready to raise an eyebrow. She knows Wonyoung's lies, clear as day to her, opaque to anyone else, even the rest of their IVE bandmates. They haven't learned yet, but Wonyoung thinks maybe Rei is catching on.
Yujin beckons for her to sit down, pats the seat beside her. Wonyoung briefly wonders how much time they have left before they go on stage, but pushes it out of her head, as she's sitting down before she can really think about it. She notices Yujin's hand on the seat as she turns to face Wonyoung, and Wonyoung's facing her, too, now. She stays looking at Yujin, the bright, sharp, determined look in her eyes and her gentle lips, marred by the slightest smirk on her face. Yujin leans in close, her hand on the seat sliding closer, her eyes so, so close to Wonyoung, cutting through any of her thoughts.
Yujin's hand, the one not on the seat, rises to Wonyoung's shoulder, and she first notices it when she feels it before she sees it. She's still staring at Yujin's eyes, almost dizzy from how long she's been looking into them, how bright they are and how that brightness stabs back into her eyes.
Yujin is sharp: she cuts through anything and knows how to give as hard as she gets. Wonyoung, briefly, thinks that this comeback is made for her, with the kicks and piercing eyeliner and baggy jerseys. Maybe it was: maybe they're focusing on Yujin this era, more than Wonyoung.
Maybe it's good for the both of them, she thinks, as she feels Yujin's hand slide from her shoulder to the side of her face. Yujin grips tight, and Wonyoung sees her tilt her head, ever so slightly.
"I don't think there's a single person in this room that isn't just a little bit in love with you," she whispers, and that beast in Wonyoung's stomach cries out, something equally pained and confused.
"What do you mean by that?" Wonyoung whispers back.
"You know what I mean," and Yujin is right.
Yujin abrutly removes her touch, turns away from her and gets up. Wonyoung's gaze follows her as she walks away, pushes through the double doors and out of the room.
Except Yujin is wrong. There's one person in the room that isn't just a little bit in love with Wonyoung, and it's not Yujin, or the stylists, or the managers, or the cameramen.
Wonyoung sits and stares at the doors, slightly ajar in Yujin's wake, and wonders when Yujin became so mature.
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
Bad for Wonyoung, though, as she has none of those charms, too girlish, too beautiful instead of edgy, boringly girl next door instead of sharp and cutting. Too beautiful. The netizens would feel so vindicated if she ever thought that out loud.
this part is KILLING ME because it feels so real... i love what you did here. such an amazing take on wonyo and her relationship with yujin/herself
Re: pink and black and blue - wonyoung/yujin (implied) - canon ive
game theory - nayoung/jeonghan - au
“I needed to clear my head,” she still had the self-preservation to correct. But she wasn’t quite above the curiosity gnawing at the back of her throat like a dog with a bone, “Why would you think that?”
The wine glass balanced between Jeonghan’s fingers refracted the city lights on its curved face like a mirrorball. “Just a hunch,” he said.
She propped her chin against the palm of her hand. It was freezing on the balcony, and her cheeks were surely flushed from the winter cold. All conditions for the, “You say that like you’re privileged enough to know,” she accidentally let slip.
“Ah,” Jeonghan echoed.
“That’s not saying a lot.” After all, she’d watched from the couch as he took his sweet time after shrugging off his coat at the front door, talking to everyone on his long-winded path toward her. It wasn’t like her, she knew, to stalk out in haste as their eyes met from across the living room, her heart suddenly deafening in her own ears. "You know everybody."
He smiled. “And is that such a bad thing?”
“Why would it be?” she scoffed.
“It just seems like it,” Jeonghan replied so gently that she made the mistake of looking at him. His gaze steadfastly trained on her was gentle, too. “To you.”
Nayoung inhaled shakily. “I feel like I’m being cornered,” but she was the one leaning into him against her better judgment.
“You’re the one who led me out here into the dark to make out,” Jeonghan retorted, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “So who really started this?”
Feeling the liquid courage heat her belly, Nayoung tugged at the collar of his shirt. She proffered directly to Jeonghan’s mouth an open challenge, “Only one way to find out,” and he closed the distance to kiss her just as the crowd inside started the countdown from ten.
Re: game theory - nayoung/jeonghan - au
Re: game theory - nayoung/jeonghan - au
cool about it – bona/dawon – canon
So there she is, sitting in the same booth they used to share when they were still trainees, playing some stupid mobile game Luda forced her to download last week to disguise the fact that her heart is threatening to jump out of her chest, the painful thud reminding her that she’s minutes away from seeing Jiyeon after a long, long time.
Dawon hears the bell ring and, before she looks up, she knows it’s her.
A group of high school students a few tables away start to slap each other’s shoulders and say, “Woah, isn’t that Kim Jiyeon? From 2521?” which is followed by different versions of “she’s even prettier in person” and “should we ask for an autograph?”
They probably have no idea who she is, that she spent years dancing on the stage right by actress Kim Jiyeon’s side. That the woman who has the entire country in the palm of her hands once cried in her arms on a summer evening, small and vulnerable and insecure, saying I don’t think I can do this, Dawon-ah. What if they don’t like me?
Which, now that Dawon sees Jiyeon’s face on a different billboard every other day, sounds ridiculous. Of course they would like her. How could anyone not?
Jiyeon doesn’t hear the students—or at least she pretends not to, always the greatest of actresses, and keeps her eyes focused on Dawon, her heart-shaped smile making Dawon’s knees grow weak. Fuck, Dawon thinks, a smile of her own blooming on her face as she gets up to wrap Jiyeon into a bone crushing hug, despite all the times I tried to tell myself the opposite, I missed her. A lot.
“Dawonie!” Jiyeon squeals once they pull apart, placing both of her hands on Dawon’s cheeks. “You look so good!”
Dawon laughs and shakes her head, because if there’s anyone that looks good here, it’s Jiyeon. She’s wearing a black, sleeveless turtleneck that makes her look like every girl’s dream—and Dawon knows she’s blatantly staring at her arms, still delicate and pretty but much more defined, yet she can’t tear her eyes away. Jiyeon’s probably used to it by now, Dawon tells herself, trying to make herself feel better about the whole situation.
She clears her throat, and answers, “You don’t look so bad yourself, unnie.”
Jiyeon chuckles, flexes her arms, and Dawon curses her in her mind because she knows exactly what she’s doing. Despite all the fame, she hasn’t changed at all. “Yeah, I agree.”
The teenagers keep talking about Jiyeon, telling each other to tone it down or else she’ll hear us, freaks, she's with a friend, but they keep turning around to catch a glimpse of Jiyeon every other second. It would be a cute scene, if only it didn’t make Dawon feel all sorts of weird.
“Are you not going to say hi to your fans?” Dawon asks once they sit down, and she means to tease her, but it slips out of her tongue a bit mean. A bit jealous, even. Maybe it’s the ugly truth Dawon doesn’t want to admit to herself starting to come to the surface, tired of all those years of hiding behind kind words and polite smiles. Dawon’s shoulders become tense for a while, worried that Jiyeon might bite back, but she doesn’t. She’s too nice to Dawon, always has been.
“Not right now, no,” Jiyeon shrugs, then she tilts her head and grins, places her warm hands on top of Dawon’s cold ones. Dawon knows she’s unworthy of that attention, that thousands of people would set the world on fire to receive the touch of a goddess, but she doesn’t move. She missed her, despite everything. By God, she missed her. “Tell me, how have you been?”
Re: cool about it – bona/dawon – canon
Re: cool about it – bona/dawon – canon