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2021 wip graveyard
bnk48, cherprang gen
started for the ggjb charli xcx round, inspired by her song "kingdom". it was vaguely inspired by the wilds and the 48g senbatsu election system, but never really materialized:
After a week, they've all pretty much decided that no one is coming for them.
Everyone takes it differently. Namneung spends half of the eighth morning with Noey tucked under one shoulder and Mobile under the other, each of them crying off and on. Juné slides on a pair of sunglasses, stolen from Kaew's washed-up luggage, and lies back against the sand, face to the sun. Orn prays, her hands clasped together tight enough for her knuckles to go white.
And Cherprang goes to work.
"We're out of water," Cherprang announces to no one in particular, collecting the empty containers that they'd gathered on day three when the supply of Diet Cokes began dwindling down. Toner bottles purged of their chemical contents, Faii's plastic toiletries bag (not completely watertight, but good enough), an empty soda bottle that had washed up on shore.
"You want some help?" Pun asks, looking up from where she's resting with her head in Jennis's lap.
"I'm good," Cherprang says, hoisting the drawstring bag over her shoulder. She does not mention the buddy rule, which she'd been the one to emphasize back on that first day. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"Stay safe!" someone calls out. Cherprang waves a hand behind her.
It was after Cherprang's second win that things changed. Not to her face, of course—most of her classmates were too polite, too non confrontational for that. It was just that people tended to quiet down when she walked into a room.
[end of wip]
modu, luo wenzhou/fei du
every fandom needs its animal transformation au:
Luo Wenzhou wakes up to an empty spot beside him. It's not an immediate cause for alarm, though the coolness of the sheets indicates that it's been some time since Fei Du must have slipped out. It's only when he properly digs his knuckles into his eyes, rubbing away any bleariness, and realizes there's a small, black cat pawing at his chest that things get weird.
"Who the fuck?" Luo Wenzhou grumbles. For a single sleep-addled moment, he suspects that Fei Qian has turned from white to black overnight. Then the complete implausibility of this hits him and Luo Wenzhou sits up, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
The black cat digs its nails in, stabbing through the thin fabric of Luo Wenzhou's sleep shirt. Its eyes narrow, giving Luo Wenzhou a look of urgency that feels oddly human. It's only a tiny thing, though. Easy for Luo Wenzhou to pick up off his chest and deposit onto the empty side of the bed.
"Fei Du?" Luo Wenzhou calls out, peering into the bathroom. There's no reply, no sound of movement coming from anywhere in the apartment.
He opens the bedroom door, alerting Luo Yiguo and Fei Qian both to his presence. They both stop in their tracks when they spot the black cat trailing behind Luo Wenzhou's heels. Luo Yiguo has both kilograms and years on this new cat, but one look is enough to have him fleeing back to his cat tree, his tail going bushy in alert. Fei Qian quickly flees behind him.
"I guess even your kind thinks black cats are an omen," Luo Wenzhou tells the cat at his feet.
It meows back, voice small and high.
Luo Wenzhou tries to curb the rising panic in his chest as he searches the apartment. His phone has no calls or notifications, nothing to indicate that Fei Du would've stepped out in the morning. Fei Du hadn't mentioned any appointments or business he'd need to tend to today.
When Luo Wenzhou tries Fei Du's phone, the ringer sounds off from the bedroom. He finds it tucked under Fei Du's pillow as usual.
He sits on the bed, thumbing over to the recent call log on his phone. The black cat follows him, hopping up onto the bed and stepping into Luo Wenzhou's lap.
"Not now," Luo Wenzhou says, shoving the cat away. He's about to call Tao Ren when the cat butts its head, quite forcefully, against Luo Wenzhou's hand, letting out a long and insistent cry.
"Can you beat it?" Luo Wenzhou asks the cat.
The cat presses a paw against the phone screen, aiming, with surprising precision, for the home button. It literally swipes the screen, getting to the second page of app icons, and seriously, where did this cat come from? Luo Wenzhou forgets to be frantic for a moment, watching in disbelief as the cat deftly presses its paw to the gallery app. Its pink pads swipe the screen once (past a photo of a parking garage level Luo Wenzhou had snapped so he wouldn't forget), twice (past a photo of Luo Yiguo clawing at the liquor cabinet), until the screen shows a picture of Fei Du, sleeping on the couch with both cats curled up on his chest.
Then it looks up at Luo Wenzhou, and it occurs to him then that the cat's eyes aren't like any others he's ever seen. In fact, he might even call their shape "peach blossom".
"Absolutely not," Luo Wenzhou says. He must be losing his mind.
The cat gives him a smile that isn't quite a smile, eerily familiar. Then it double taps on the phone screen and the picture zooms in on Fei Du's sleeping face. Luo Wenzhou looks between the photo and the cat, the similarities becoming more and more obvious each time he shifts his gaze.
"No," Luo Wenzhou says. He shakes his head as if to dispel the possibility. "I refuse to believe this."
The cat meows, its intonation exactly the same as the way Fei Du says darling when he wants something from Luo Wenzhou.
"But how?"
In response, the cat tilts its head to one side. God, Fei Du probably hates not being able to say anything back to Luo Wenzhou. That is, if Luo Wenzhou believes that Fei Du has turned into a cat overnight. Which he doesn't.
Well, not entirely.
He calls Tao Ran. "Have you heard from Fei Du?" he asks when Tao Ran picks up, skipping past any polite formalities.
On the other end of the line, he can hear the sound of water running and the clink of dishes. There's a muffled noise, probably Tao Ran tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder. "No, should I have heard from him?"
Luo Wenzhou looks down at the cat, who is now curled around him, head resting on his thigh as it looks up, watching. "He's not here." The cat makes a chirp of protest. "I think."
"Well, he's either there or he's not there, right?" Tao Ran asks.
"Do you have any experience with people transforming into animals?"
Tao Ran is silent for several seconds. "Excuse me?"
"Nevermind," Luo Wenzhou says, and hangs up.
[end of wip]
onf/sf9, changyoon/jaeyoon
this, as in sexting between the two most awkward people in the world, came to me in a fever dream:
It's possible that Jaeyoon sent the first picture with innocent intentions. It's entirely possible that Jaeyoon simply recalled their conversations about working out and only sent a shirtless, post-workout selfie to inspire Changyoon to hit the gym, not to inspire Changyoon to bury his head under his pillow thinking horny thoughts. Changyoon would be the first to admit that he doesn't fully understand the inherent homoeroticism of straight men and besides, he is in a band with a dude who once sent him an entirely platonic picture of his dick. (A picture that Changyoon had the misfortune of opening while getting his hair straightened, fully scarring both himself and the stylist. "I was worried about that bump!" Minkyun later defended himself, while Changyoon attempted to strangle him with his mic wires.)
So yes, it is possible that Jaeyoon sat down after his workout, skin still flushed and shiny with sweat, took a picture of himself with his chest on full display, and sent it to Changyoon in a friendly way. And maybe Changyoon, who's been thinking about being gently suffocated by Jaeyoon's chest since he felt Jaeyoon up on camera, is simply overreacting. But, like, probably not, right?
Changyoon is four minutes into this spiral when it occurs to him that he needs to respond urgently, before Jaeyoon notices that his message has been read and starts wondering why Changyoon is quiet.
oh ho ho, he texts back, were you working on the benz logo?
On the other hand, Jaeyoon is one of the nicest people Changyoon has ever met, with an awkward sort of tenderness that's so wholly genuine, it's impossible not to be charmed by it. He is the kind of person who would bring flowers to a first date and open the car door for you. He is not the type to send thirst traps.
no, today was the v-cut, Jaeyoon replies after a few minutes, and Changyoon barely has time to process this mental image before Jaeyoon sends an actual image.
This one had clearly been taken in a dorm bathroom. In it, Jaeyoon is standing in front of the sink, still shirtless but now wearing a pair of low-slung sweatpants, showing off the clearly defined cut of his abs. The vibe of the picture is so fresh out of the shower that Changyoon feels like he's losing his mind. It's a blessing that Hyojin isn't here to see what Changyoon's face is doing right now.
There is no heterosexual explanation for this, no scenario that Changyoon can come up with that involves sending two shirtless pictures to someone with platonic intentions. Which is great for Changyoon, except what the fuck is he supposed to do with this? Say thank you for the jerk off material? Flirt back? Change his name and disappear from the entertainment industry altogether?
It could be the adrenaline rush from receiving these texts, or fear that once again Jaeyoon will think he's taking too long to reply, but Changyoon makes an uncharacteristically quick decision. He picks up his phone, hitches up his shirt, and snaps a photo of his bare stomach and the top of his waistband. He knows he's lacking much of the same musculature that Jaeyoon has, but Changyoon knows this angle is flattering enough. He sends the photo with a perfunctory caption (i've been trying some of the exercises you recommended) before he can second guess himself.
Then, Changyoon sets his phone screen down on the bed and screams into his pillow. The regret is immediate. Changing his name is going to be the only option. They're already three episodes into season 2 of Goofy Friends but they'll have to cancel it, because Jaeyoon won't want to work with Changyoon once he knows he's a pervert.
[end of wip]
bonus
some lines that have periodically popped into my head from a beyond evil fic that will maybe never materialize:
started for the ggjb charli xcx round, inspired by her song "kingdom". it was vaguely inspired by the wilds and the 48g senbatsu election system, but never really materialized:
After a week, they've all pretty much decided that no one is coming for them.
Everyone takes it differently. Namneung spends half of the eighth morning with Noey tucked under one shoulder and Mobile under the other, each of them crying off and on. Juné slides on a pair of sunglasses, stolen from Kaew's washed-up luggage, and lies back against the sand, face to the sun. Orn prays, her hands clasped together tight enough for her knuckles to go white.
And Cherprang goes to work.
"We're out of water," Cherprang announces to no one in particular, collecting the empty containers that they'd gathered on day three when the supply of Diet Cokes began dwindling down. Toner bottles purged of their chemical contents, Faii's plastic toiletries bag (not completely watertight, but good enough), an empty soda bottle that had washed up on shore.
"You want some help?" Pun asks, looking up from where she's resting with her head in Jennis's lap.
"I'm good," Cherprang says, hoisting the drawstring bag over her shoulder. She does not mention the buddy rule, which she'd been the one to emphasize back on that first day. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"Stay safe!" someone calls out. Cherprang waves a hand behind her.
It was after Cherprang's second win that things changed. Not to her face, of course—most of her classmates were too polite, too non confrontational for that. It was just that people tended to quiet down when she walked into a room.
[end of wip]
modu, luo wenzhou/fei du
every fandom needs its animal transformation au:
Luo Wenzhou wakes up to an empty spot beside him. It's not an immediate cause for alarm, though the coolness of the sheets indicates that it's been some time since Fei Du must have slipped out. It's only when he properly digs his knuckles into his eyes, rubbing away any bleariness, and realizes there's a small, black cat pawing at his chest that things get weird.
"Who the fuck?" Luo Wenzhou grumbles. For a single sleep-addled moment, he suspects that Fei Qian has turned from white to black overnight. Then the complete implausibility of this hits him and Luo Wenzhou sits up, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
The black cat digs its nails in, stabbing through the thin fabric of Luo Wenzhou's sleep shirt. Its eyes narrow, giving Luo Wenzhou a look of urgency that feels oddly human. It's only a tiny thing, though. Easy for Luo Wenzhou to pick up off his chest and deposit onto the empty side of the bed.
"Fei Du?" Luo Wenzhou calls out, peering into the bathroom. There's no reply, no sound of movement coming from anywhere in the apartment.
He opens the bedroom door, alerting Luo Yiguo and Fei Qian both to his presence. They both stop in their tracks when they spot the black cat trailing behind Luo Wenzhou's heels. Luo Yiguo has both kilograms and years on this new cat, but one look is enough to have him fleeing back to his cat tree, his tail going bushy in alert. Fei Qian quickly flees behind him.
"I guess even your kind thinks black cats are an omen," Luo Wenzhou tells the cat at his feet.
It meows back, voice small and high.
Luo Wenzhou tries to curb the rising panic in his chest as he searches the apartment. His phone has no calls or notifications, nothing to indicate that Fei Du would've stepped out in the morning. Fei Du hadn't mentioned any appointments or business he'd need to tend to today.
When Luo Wenzhou tries Fei Du's phone, the ringer sounds off from the bedroom. He finds it tucked under Fei Du's pillow as usual.
He sits on the bed, thumbing over to the recent call log on his phone. The black cat follows him, hopping up onto the bed and stepping into Luo Wenzhou's lap.
"Not now," Luo Wenzhou says, shoving the cat away. He's about to call Tao Ren when the cat butts its head, quite forcefully, against Luo Wenzhou's hand, letting out a long and insistent cry.
"Can you beat it?" Luo Wenzhou asks the cat.
The cat presses a paw against the phone screen, aiming, with surprising precision, for the home button. It literally swipes the screen, getting to the second page of app icons, and seriously, where did this cat come from? Luo Wenzhou forgets to be frantic for a moment, watching in disbelief as the cat deftly presses its paw to the gallery app. Its pink pads swipe the screen once (past a photo of a parking garage level Luo Wenzhou had snapped so he wouldn't forget), twice (past a photo of Luo Yiguo clawing at the liquor cabinet), until the screen shows a picture of Fei Du, sleeping on the couch with both cats curled up on his chest.
Then it looks up at Luo Wenzhou, and it occurs to him then that the cat's eyes aren't like any others he's ever seen. In fact, he might even call their shape "peach blossom".
"Absolutely not," Luo Wenzhou says. He must be losing his mind.
The cat gives him a smile that isn't quite a smile, eerily familiar. Then it double taps on the phone screen and the picture zooms in on Fei Du's sleeping face. Luo Wenzhou looks between the photo and the cat, the similarities becoming more and more obvious each time he shifts his gaze.
"No," Luo Wenzhou says. He shakes his head as if to dispel the possibility. "I refuse to believe this."
The cat meows, its intonation exactly the same as the way Fei Du says darling when he wants something from Luo Wenzhou.
"But how?"
In response, the cat tilts its head to one side. God, Fei Du probably hates not being able to say anything back to Luo Wenzhou. That is, if Luo Wenzhou believes that Fei Du has turned into a cat overnight. Which he doesn't.
Well, not entirely.
He calls Tao Ran. "Have you heard from Fei Du?" he asks when Tao Ran picks up, skipping past any polite formalities.
On the other end of the line, he can hear the sound of water running and the clink of dishes. There's a muffled noise, probably Tao Ran tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder. "No, should I have heard from him?"
Luo Wenzhou looks down at the cat, who is now curled around him, head resting on his thigh as it looks up, watching. "He's not here." The cat makes a chirp of protest. "I think."
"Well, he's either there or he's not there, right?" Tao Ran asks.
"Do you have any experience with people transforming into animals?"
Tao Ran is silent for several seconds. "Excuse me?"
"Nevermind," Luo Wenzhou says, and hangs up.
[end of wip]
onf/sf9, changyoon/jaeyoon
this, as in sexting between the two most awkward people in the world, came to me in a fever dream:
It's possible that Jaeyoon sent the first picture with innocent intentions. It's entirely possible that Jaeyoon simply recalled their conversations about working out and only sent a shirtless, post-workout selfie to inspire Changyoon to hit the gym, not to inspire Changyoon to bury his head under his pillow thinking horny thoughts. Changyoon would be the first to admit that he doesn't fully understand the inherent homoeroticism of straight men and besides, he is in a band with a dude who once sent him an entirely platonic picture of his dick. (A picture that Changyoon had the misfortune of opening while getting his hair straightened, fully scarring both himself and the stylist. "I was worried about that bump!" Minkyun later defended himself, while Changyoon attempted to strangle him with his mic wires.)
So yes, it is possible that Jaeyoon sat down after his workout, skin still flushed and shiny with sweat, took a picture of himself with his chest on full display, and sent it to Changyoon in a friendly way. And maybe Changyoon, who's been thinking about being gently suffocated by Jaeyoon's chest since he felt Jaeyoon up on camera, is simply overreacting. But, like, probably not, right?
Changyoon is four minutes into this spiral when it occurs to him that he needs to respond urgently, before Jaeyoon notices that his message has been read and starts wondering why Changyoon is quiet.
oh ho ho, he texts back, were you working on the benz logo?
On the other hand, Jaeyoon is one of the nicest people Changyoon has ever met, with an awkward sort of tenderness that's so wholly genuine, it's impossible not to be charmed by it. He is the kind of person who would bring flowers to a first date and open the car door for you. He is not the type to send thirst traps.
no, today was the v-cut, Jaeyoon replies after a few minutes, and Changyoon barely has time to process this mental image before Jaeyoon sends an actual image.
This one had clearly been taken in a dorm bathroom. In it, Jaeyoon is standing in front of the sink, still shirtless but now wearing a pair of low-slung sweatpants, showing off the clearly defined cut of his abs. The vibe of the picture is so fresh out of the shower that Changyoon feels like he's losing his mind. It's a blessing that Hyojin isn't here to see what Changyoon's face is doing right now.
There is no heterosexual explanation for this, no scenario that Changyoon can come up with that involves sending two shirtless pictures to someone with platonic intentions. Which is great for Changyoon, except what the fuck is he supposed to do with this? Say thank you for the jerk off material? Flirt back? Change his name and disappear from the entertainment industry altogether?
It could be the adrenaline rush from receiving these texts, or fear that once again Jaeyoon will think he's taking too long to reply, but Changyoon makes an uncharacteristically quick decision. He picks up his phone, hitches up his shirt, and snaps a photo of his bare stomach and the top of his waistband. He knows he's lacking much of the same musculature that Jaeyoon has, but Changyoon knows this angle is flattering enough. He sends the photo with a perfunctory caption (i've been trying some of the exercises you recommended) before he can second guess himself.
Then, Changyoon sets his phone screen down on the bed and screams into his pillow. The regret is immediate. Changing his name is going to be the only option. They're already three episodes into season 2 of Goofy Friends but they'll have to cancel it, because Jaeyoon won't want to work with Changyoon once he knows he's a pervert.
[end of wip]
bonus
some lines that have periodically popped into my head from a beyond evil fic that will maybe never materialize:
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