[Fic] Hello Hello
Title: Hello Hello
Pairings: Henry/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Victoria, Henry/Ryeowook, Changmin/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Sungmin, Tablo/Eunhyuk, Henry/Donghae, Yesung/Ryeowook, friendships, gen
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: smut, one ficlet is mpreg, sex swap
Summary: 33 various prompts from the ask.
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Prompt: henmichul angst? >< (bonus if heenim bitches to management abt henmi? thanks in advance coley <33)
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Sometimes all they had was anger and wishing things could be better, and trying to see the hope in things even when they were ridiculous. No one was quite sure f taking a realistic view of things was better or worse. To see Zhou Mi so pragmatic about awful things, exclusionary things, made smoke begin to rise in Heechul’s nostrils. Henry went very still, speaking of being grateful, and things they’d accomplished, and Zhou Mi nodded. They’d gotten a lot. They’d gotten more as time went on. They’d almost been made to feel like they were part of something instead of two people who happened to be around when a concert happened.
No more, though. Heechul rode on his anger, on years of various sleights that had built up, on the knowledge that he hadn’t done everything he could have to protect the people he cared about. It wasn’t just him. He saw it in the others when they tried to include everyone and were forbidden. To not feel that way was heartless.
“No more.”
That was what he told them, their direct managers, the coordinators, the men who made things happen.
When he spoke, he intended for people to listen.
And when he told Zhou Mi and Henry about the meeting, Zhou Mi smiled when Heechul tweaked his hair. It wasn’t a fix, but it was a step. They’d taken a lot of steps together. And they’d continue taking more.
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Prompt: Henry/Kyuhyun being adorable please? Maybe someone walks in on them cuddling or smthg... <3
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“Stop!”
Okay, maybe that came out more of a whine than Kyuhyun had intended but it was still try. Henry was tying his best to kick Kyuhyun off the couch, and Kyuhyun wasn’t having it.
“Go get food, lazy,” Kyuhyun said, getting his foot on Henry’s thigh and shoving.
No. Pouting wasn’t going to work. He’d seen it all, experienced it all.
“But-“
“I can’t hear you!”
Henry nearly levered him right off the couch when Kyuhyun lifted up his hands, and Kyuhyun hissed at him.
“What are you going to do if I go get your snacks?”
Henry seemed to think about that for a moment. “Not try and push you off the couch any more? Today?”
They stared at each other.
“Say please,” Kyuhyun said, and knew he was defeated when Henry grinned.
“Please?”
It was a long-fought trip, an entire fifteen feet to get Henry’s chosen drink and a box of crackers off the kitchen counter, and Henry was true to his word about not trying to kick Kyuhyun any more.
He used Henry’s back as a pillow and watched the movie Henry picked out, and even ate some of the crackers himself. He patted Henry’s butt and all was well in the universe.
At least until Siwon and Sungmin came in and saw them and started laughing.
Kyuhyun threw a pillow at them. He wasn’t moving, and neither was Henry.
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Prompt: Miqian where each went to the other's travel book signing and each signed silly (love) messages for the other! fluff ehehehe, and thanks!! hope u are having a jolly good day today~~~~
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“Oh!”
The little grin on Zhou Mi’s face when he saw she was next in line made all the hours of secrecy worth it, even when he turned away and turned his attention to the fan in front of him. Each person left with the impression that they were appreciated by him.
She left with the impression that she was appreciated by him, as he smiled at her and took her book and hid it away as he signed in it, tongue caught between his teeth. And his eyes were sly as he slid the book back to her.
She waggled her fingers at him, code that she would see him later.
Just like all the others before her, she walked off to a private spot and opened the book to see what he had signed. There was his name, the strokes of it still bold and true. But there was a hastily scrawled message.
“To my biggest fan, from your biggest fan,” Zhou Mi had written.
It was ringed in hearts.
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Zhou Mi might have thought he was being subtle, but being a head taller than most of the fans in line around him really limited his surprise. She’d spotted him a good fifteen minutes earlier, and had him in sight ten people away. He made a show of dancing foot to foot in place - never to disturb those around him but enough to feign excitement.
Well, though, it was Zhou Mi. Feigning was probably far from it.
The way he proudly presented her book to her was too cute for words, his mouth all smug and face beaming with pride.
“You want a signature, young man?” she teased, and he burst out laughing.
“Please!”
She’d thought about what to sign, on the occasion he’d come for her signature. She had debated witty things, and cute things, and sappy things.
In the end, she knew there was only one thing she wanted to write, and so she did, hiding it from him. So she handed it back to him, their fingers brushing for just a moment as he thanked her
When he would open it, she imagined the little inhale he would make, the softening of his eyes, the way he would touch the words.
“To the person who loves me most, from the person who loves you most.”
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Prompt: Harry Potter AU Henwook
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Something Henry was still perfecting was wand control. He could not, and Ryeowook convinced him of it, just show up to Charms and fly around on his broom and make the professor forget that Henry had not only not perfected the more advanced levitation, he hadn’t written a single inch about it either.
Ryeowook would’ve rather been out watching Henry practice catching the snitch, too, the red and gold outfit that made Henry light up when he finally got to freedom.
“You are never going to Hogsmeade or have any fun if you don’t get to work,” Ryeowook said.
Henry scowled at Ryeowook’s chest. Yes, as prefect, he had a certain power, but as Henry’s friend and-
“I can do it,” Henry said, waggling his wand back and forth between his fingers. Applying himself, he absolutely could. And Ryeowook watched a few kind of wobbly attempts. The fourth one was better, and there was more confidence in both Henry’s wand technique and in his voice.
“Now, write down what you just figured out, Ryeowook said, and tried not to laugh as Henry grumbled but quickly scratched down something they both hoped the professor would like.
“I’m halfway there. Break time,” Henry determined, turning to Ryewook. “Right?”
“I could be convinced to reward you,” Ryeowook said. “I know a house elf-“
Ryeowook’s eyes went wide when Henry bowled him right over. There were all kinds of rewards.
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Prompt: I haven't asked for a drabbel in a long time. =3 I would like some ChangKyu with smut and a baby >///< smut
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The timing meant there was absolutely no guarantee. Once there was silence on the baby monitor, Kyuhyun nearly held his breath to see if the cries would start up again or if they were in the clear for at least an hour or two. They were on day two of a three-day babysitting stint, and life with a five-month-old was considerably different than he thought. He thought there was more sleeping. Of the two of them, Changmin had more more of the actual sleep points, while Kyuhyun was better with the feeding. She was a cute child, giggling at them, and snuggly, and barring the diapers, it hadn’t been bad. It gave him some food for thought, when he saw Changmin snuggling with her.
But they had a while to go, and another day to experience.
After the baby had been all secured in her crib, Changmin pulled Kyuhyun’s hips back against him.
“When she’s asleep, back to the bedroom,” Changmin had whispered roughly. It was kind of hard to miss his point.
And by the time Kyuhyun had actually shut himself into the bedroom, Changmin had been naked and very much frustrated, like he’d been ready to get himself off if they’d had to wait much longer.
And that was why he had Changmin breathing into the back of his neck while Kyuhyun was pinned face-down on the bed.
“Finally,” Changmin breathed, and Kyuhyun had to agree. Changmin hadn’t been the only one getting desperate, and he muffled his moan into his forearm as Changmin pressed into him, like the baby would somehow hear.
“Maybe we should have one,” he said, too distracted by Changmin’s teeth on his shoulder to be able to censor his mouth.
“One what,” Changmin asked, gripping Kyuhyun’s hip.
“A baby?”
Obviously. He wasn’t sure what else Changmin could think he was talking about.
But instead it made Changmin laugh.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Changmin asked, bumping his hips in a little harder than usual.
“No!”
And he was laughing too. At least, for a few moments until Changmin’s hand slipped down his belly. Then he really didn’t have any brain cells left but the ones that were focused on that, and bracing back against Changmin’s body.
“So good,” Changmin muttered.
And it was heat that shot through him, fingers digging into the sheet and shaking as he came, as Changmin did.
And that was when Changmin really squashed him for half a minute, staying against his back and sliding so they could both could breathe.
“Really?” Changmin asked a few minutes later, when Kyuhyun’s brain was decidedly near to shutting off.
He thought he nodded. Yeah, really. Maybe. One day. They’d see.
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Prompt: zhou mi and danson's shenanigans while visiting korea, what photos were too "over" to post
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“They’re going to think we’re sleeping together,” Danson said, laughing at the pictures they were scrolling through. “I mean, more than they do already.”
In one of them, they both looked shirtless, and it would’ve been almost a seductive kind of shot but for the goofy faces they were making.
In each progressive picture there was either a weird face (Zhou Mi owned up to those, and they were cool he argued), or there was something suggestive about it.
“I know our couple name is like we’re meant,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t know. The fans might like it.”
Danson flashed him a picture that actually was Zhou Mi shirtless.
“We’d like them to live until tomorrow without losing half their blood volume.”
“Do you think we’d break the internet with both of us shirtless?”
Zhou Mi received an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want to find out.”
So they settled themselves with their after-shower hair and tried to take a picture that didn’t look overly-giggly, overly-goofy, or overly-suggestive.
“Ah, how jealous they’d be of all these pictures I have,” Danson said.
“Only until they saw what I had,” Zhou Mi said, cradling his phone.
In the end they chose one that worked, and chuckled at the speculation of the ones they hadn’t posted. Because most of it was true.
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Prompt: mimin prompt, fluff and girl!Mi? bonus for height complex ekekke and thanks!!! <333
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It really didn’t matter if she was alternately super chic, ultra fashionable, and then randomly looking like she’d ripped off all the newest trends, Zhou Mi was stunning. The unstoppable smile, the bright laugh, Sungmin had been smitten from almost the very first.
Zhou Mi also had a thing for heels which she obviously looked fantastic in, except for when she stepped up to give Sungmin a kiss and was alternately right even with his face or slightly above it. And Zhou Mi teased a little, but she squashed any insinuations that she thought him inadequate and he felt like she would’ve actually jabbed him with a heel if he’d suggested it.
There were some pretty tall people Sungmin knew, and he knew Zhou Mi would look stunning with them.
She looked stunning with him, was all he concluded, because when he saw pictures of them together taken by friends, he had to stop himself mentally drawing a heart around their heads. He was kind of in love, so that contributed to the issue, and the non-issues.
It probably would’ve helped if he kept his mouth shut, but the one time he’d pointed out that maybe she’d like him taller, he’d almost regretted it. Not because of anything bad, though. But Zhou Mi had sauntered up to him in bare feet, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up - yes, up - at him.
“I think there are some times I’m over you that you don’t mind,” Zhou Mi whispered.
And he nearly whimpered.
And it took almost two months before that wasn’t the first thing that popped into his mind any time he looked up at her.
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Prompt: Hi coleycoley~♡ #shot anyway the prompt is wonkyumi at a haunted house and Mi is calm while wonkyu... not so keke. Plus other Ms but henry are betting Mi'd scream like a girl n lose miserably? Heehee thanks!
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They didn’t go in all together, because that would’ve been too much. Some of them had actually fought over who got to go in with various people because of the anticipated reactions. Zhou Mi didn’t like bugs? Maybe they’d be giggling instead of shouting with fear.
And there was a dinner resting on it for everyone who bet the wrong way on Zhou Mi, too. Kyuhyun and Siwon had a plan that included goosing Zhou Mi at the right moment, and maybe seeing if they could really get him scared. Losing the bet wasn’t something they were trying to do.
At least, that was until the eyes in the wall started moving. And the creepy music started up, and fake spiderwebs brushed against their face. Zhou Mi was like a tour guide, pouting out severed limbs and weird oozes. A ghost leaped out as they were waiting for a door to open and Kyuhyun nearly ran Zhou Mi over.
Zhou Mi, who was laughing.
Siwon fell to a puff of air on his neck as they watched a fake murder, squawking into Kyuhyun’s side.
Sweat dripped down their back. Their pulses raced. They forgot about scaring Zhou Mi because they were dreading what was coming next.
Zhou Mi walked out with a grin.
There were going to be a lot of free dinners.
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Prompt: Since Baby Cho went to see Kyu's musical, could you write a backstage scene with just the 2 of them (post-selca w/MiWook because Jino looks not super happy)? Kyu giving Jino a pep-talk about musicals/not being in SMtB part 2/being all cute and supportive? Sorry but that pic gave me feelings~ Thanks!
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“It was really good,” Kyuhyun had been told, and that made him happy. But when it was quiet and there was little else but winding down and letting his nerves settle, he let Jino go back with him before he left because it had been too long since they’d talked.
“I might be in a project coming up,” Jino said. “I’m really not sure yet though.”
“Are you disappointed about not being in The Ballad again?” Kyuhyun asked. He could understand if he was, considering Jino had been waiting for a real debut, not just little projects and jobs here and there. There’d been people who trained longer, though, who got their chances, so it wasn’t like he was out of opportunities. He just had to wait.
“At least everyone changed?” Jino offered. At least, he was saying, he wasn’t the only one left out.
“But musicals are good exposure, too. The more you get the better,” Kyuhyun said, and just barely missed ruffling Jino’s hair since Jino ducked away just in time. “Maybe we’ll work in something together soon, and…”
“Keep working hard,” Jino chirped back, but some of the tension was gone from his face. Sometimes, it just took a little to remind someone how far they’d come, and how close they were.
But Kyuhyun still got his arm over Jino’s shoulders, and Jino leaned right in.
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Prompt: Got inspired by so many Haru and Tablo gifs on Tumblr and their adorable ness. Could u write a little story about Hyuk saving a kid that was being trained to be a robot in the bolt and strike Au and Tablo getting attached to said child. Refusing to give it up maybe.
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The framework had been created inside of the boy’s head, and that was nearly the most sickening. Another week, another month, the circuits would have been connected. It would’ve been a trial run, since they couldn’t have left all their hardware until he grew old enough to support it, but that metal plate on the back of the child’s skull - waiting for the input port - made Hyukjae ill every time his fingers touched it.
He’d made peace with his own, and Tablo did not so much fondle it as he stroked it. It was a reminder to them both of how far they had come.
But no matter what had or hadn’t been done in the child’s mind, he’d lived almost two years in near-military conditions. The thought of being free to play, to run around, to choose his meals, had come as slowly to him as it had to the former androids that had been given their choices back, too. The fears were maybe a little different, but they were real. Hyukjae remembered the first time he’d been smiled at over a cookie that had been offered. The shy, happy smile that had made Hyukjae flick his hand at him and tell him to go play - before Hyukjae scooped him up and made him shriek with laughter.
They’d gotten only four children previous, all of whom had been in their early teens and self-sufficient enough to be set up with others well-situated in new locations. Kind of a mentorship, almost, more than a parental role in some of the cases.
The boy would go, too. It was just more difficult to find a place that would take a child, be able to raise him. He wasn’t what the rest of them had been. He had a chance of putting most everything behind him, growing up normally. But it took time, time that had him emerging from speaking to Siwon only to find Tablo on the ground, helping with putting together some kind of building set, or Tablo on the couch with the child cuddled at his side with such trust.
Getting attached would help him to be secure, but getting attached would make it so much harder to transition. Hyukjae wasn’t sure which smile made him turn away, turning a blind eye against his better judgement.
“That’s nice to hear,” Siwon said, straddling a stool and looking all doctorly as they talked. From the other room, childish guffaws were rolling.
“We need to find a place for him.”
He wanted to kick Siwon’s knee at the smirk. “Maybe he has one?”
“A permanent place. We’re always moving around to be safe. He needs security.”
“He could use love, too,” Siwon said. “You can use security, too. If you’re afraid of getting attached, Tablo stayed, didn’t he? They seem to be pretty close. You should talk to him about it.”
It wasn’t as dangerous any more. Even if they still moved around, things were changing.
“Do you want him to be ours?” Hyukjae asked when the room was dark and the safe house was silent.
“Hyukjae.”
His name was said on a voice nearly harsh, Tablo’s hand tightening on his arm. If the child wanted, he could be theirs. He didn’t have to hold back.
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Prompt: Henry/Taemin
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There was only so much that could happen before it became a reality. So many comebacks, so many concerts. The problem was, Henry had so many ideas. They could do any concept they wanted, it was almost mind-blowing. The dance could be more than anyone imagined, a tune both catchy and meaningful to both of them. They’d known each other since before debut, since before everything, really. When Henry had been scorned, and Taemin had had nothing but hope and talent, and they were going to put all of that hurt and determination and success together, and they were going to make a song for them.
They hummed together, tunes, lyrics. Sometimes until they were hoarse and punch drunk, tired from thinking and from moving - choreography that they could own, even if it would get refined. No one could tell him he was using Taemin’s celebrity, not any more, and really not when Taemin was the one who’d started pressing him for more time to get together, get it put together right. Everything had a cycle. Maybe it still wouldn’t be right away, but when they put down the demo, they got interest. Which meant… It meant something. Someday.
“What would out couple name be?” Taemin asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
When Henry pushed Taemin’s face away, he thought it was well deserved.
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Prompt: C-can I ask for Joonmyun and Jinho (possibly in a subgroup together??) having an argument over who gets to see Kyuhyun more often and who is a better friend and Kyuhyun being extremely confused because there's enough of him for everyone? Thanks! ^^"
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“He came to our concert.” Which was a bit unfair for Joonmyun to offer, given.
“He would’ve come to my musical if it’d been in the same country,” Jinho said. “He texted me. He took me to dinner when I got back!”
They could go around and around for hours. Who had dinner with him more, who texted more, the gifts they’d gotten, given, musicals they’d gone to see, hugs they’d shared. Half the time he wasn’t sure if they were really trying to one-up each other or if they’d just gotten used to trying as they waited around to film the MV for their little project group.
It happened in front of Kyuhyun once. They’d grinned at each other, somehow showing up with the same cup of Kyuhyun’s favorite tea within seconds of each other and Kyuhyun staring between them like he was really confused by them.
Still, Kyuhyun ended up in the middle of the couch instead of the arm like he preferred because that meant there was a side for them both.
“Let’s all go out to dinner after you finish up. If you can stay awake long enough,” Kyuhyun said slyly, looking back and forth between them. “You two can sit across from me, so you can be even.”
And they’d been found out. But he was too happy to mind.
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Prompt: Can I please request HenMi friendship fic? I feel like they understand each other in a way that maybe the others don't. Thank you~
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Henry was alternately cawing and cursing at the screen as they raced each other, fingers flying on buttons and titling controllers trying to keep control, make the next corner. Zhou Mi thought he was doing pretty well - which was the fact that he could still see Henry on his part of the screen instead of Henry lapping him - at least until a particularly colorful expletive in about three languages came bursting out. And then Zhou Mi was laughing as Henry spun around on the screen, and when Zhou Mi actually caught a look at his own side…
Well, it was good it was a video game, because his car was trying to motor through a wall.
“I was doing so well,” Henry said, throwing the controller into a pillow.
Zhou Mi could’ve gotten himself on track and won, but if Henry wasn’t trying, the fun of it had gone out. Still, he eased past Henry on the track and called it good.
“I win!” he enthused, whether he had or not. “Ugh.”
And Henry cackled as Zhou Mi tried to shove one of Henry’s feet out of his face.
“Want to order in tonight?”
It took Zhou Mi exactly no time to decide.
“Yes.”
And high-fiving Henry, he got up to do just that.
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Prompt: HenWook last sex before they die - angsty smut
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They could hear the drums approaching. What had been a din, dull, began to sound like approaching thunder. It was meant to be intimidating, a line of men they couldn’t yet see and wouldn’t still until dawn. But it echoed down the canyon. Men had left already, scaling the high cliffs in hopes of survival, slim as it was. The army that approached would surely surround them as well. Some men tried to doze as the air hummed, some brewed hot water and herbs, or sharpened their weapons. They’d take with them as many as they could, slow the army’s chances of catching up with those who’d gone ahead of them. The army approaching didn’t know they had more men to sweep around behind, rocks on the cliffside to crush the unsuspecting. They weren’t there for lack of planning, but they knew they would not leave that place alive.
Ryeowook had gone still and silent, staring unseeing over a campfire. The army meant to intimidate them. But he would not spend his last hours wringing his hands and bemoaning his fate. Ryeowook stood when Henry grasped his arm, followed when Henry led him. There were the wails of others who seemed to share Henry’s idea. If he was to die, then he would live first. He caught Ryeowook hard up against him, beside the little lean-to they had built not a day previous.
“For us,” Henry said. No one else.
And Ryeowook pulled down Henry’s head and kissed him.
It was distraction, but it took time. The fear did not spur arousal, but Ryeowook’s hands did, his kisses, the press of his body. They had only so little time and he was gasping when he pushed Ryeowook back onto their blanket and knelt between his legs. There was no need to be tidy, to prepare for travel, only pushing the cloth up Ryeowook’s hips and baring him.
“I should never have let you out of my bed,” Henry swore, and the sound from Ryeowook’s throat was half laugh, half sob.
Even if Ryeowook had been the one coming to his bed first. Henry had not turned him back. So much younger then, so much less tired, so much less afraid, full of mischief and eager for Henry’s body.
He was sloppy with their remaining oil when he lifted Ryeowook’s hips and pressed into him. Ryeowook cried out, clutching tight around him, but Henry didn’t stop. Ryeowook pleaded for that, the burn turning into glory as Henry braced himself and took. Ryeowook thrashed, incoherent as his nails dug into Henry’s arm and cries rent the air. He twisted his hips and wanted more, driven by the small roars as Ryeowook lifted his hips against Henry’s. It felt like living, seeing the sweat beating on Ryeowook’s chest, feeling the gasps, the pain from Ryeowook’s fingers.
Henry dropped lower, rubbing his lips against Ryeowook’s, moaning as Ryeowook’s fingers gripped his hair. And Ryeowook kissed him, parting his mouth for the filthiest of kisses, the twist of his tongue against Henry’s sending sparks down his spine.
Ryeowook was panting, flushed and beautiful when Henry lifted his head. The man he’d shared nearly every waking hour, still wanting him that much. It seemed unthinkable that he would not feel those lips part around him again as they first had years previous when he’d been so green and so unknowing. He had only the kisses he could take right then, the pleasure they could have, and not hours to trace Ryeowook’s smile.
“Henry,” Ryeowook said, licking his lips and seeing somehow Henry’s sorrow for the things they were losing. Their lives, who they were together, the strength Ryeowook had forged in him, and the pleasure they’d discovered.
He would have said Ryeowook’s name, had his throat not been so tight, or his air so short.
“Make me forget,” Ryeowook begged.
In that moment they would have only each other. He panted against Ryeowook’s cheek as his hips drove harder, and it was his hand that stroked Ryeowook until he was dripping over Ryeowook’s fingers. He pressed kisses down Ryeowook’s neck, pausing as the pleasure rose, an almost heat he couldn’t ignore like getting too near a flame.
On Ryeowook’s inhale, he placed his teeth against Ryeowook’s shoulder and bit. And Ryeowook screamed as he came, bucking beneath Henry’s body and so tight that Henry had only moments before he followed after. For long moments, he’d succeeded. They’d forgotten. If only for a while.
He petted Ryeowook’s sweaty hair, kissed tears that streamed form the corners of Ryeowook’s eyes. Maybe from the pleasure, or maybe from more than that.
“Stay by my side,” Henry said. If they fell together, perhaps they would be buried that way, together as they had been in life.
There were many things they would not repeat together, but when Ryeowook cupped his face and smiled at him, he hoped that would not be the last time. If he had his choice, that would be what he wanted to see, before the end.
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Prompt: are you stil taking requests? =3 If you have time (and want to do this) I would love Changkyu on their food-tasting, sightseeing trip and a whiny Ryeowook oblivious to the fact he travels with a couple. (it came to my mind after seeing Kyus pictures and Wookies reply to them ^^)
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Somehow he got put in charge of the maps, at least until his control of them was revoked. That ended up with Kyuhyun and Changmin shoulder to shoulder and arguing over the best routes while Ryeowook grid to interject. He actually got a good point in when Changmin was too busy elbowing Kyuhyun in the side, and he felt pretty good about that. It wasn’t like he was being left out again, it was just that he kind of trailed after them like they were in some kind of bubble, and they sat next to each other in the restaurants and fed each other bits of food which was cute if a little strange.
“Do you guys always do this?” Ryeowook asked, and Kyuhyun’s eyes kind of slid away.
After that there was more conversation, and that made things less like he was just carrying their bags. Which he wasn’t, obviously. And he was the one leading them for a while, prompting conversation about what they were going to try next, how to get there.
He didn’t see their knuckles brushing behind his back,or the traded smiles, but Kyuhyun’s arm went around his shoulders and they went on to their next adventure.
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Prompt: henhae's first time; henry losing his virginity. pretty please? smut
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Donghae’s mouth. Number one reason Henry was there. Not just the sexy little grins, or the way he kissed, or the way he’d looked kneeling between Henry’s thighs with his tongue wiggling against Henry until Henry had gripped Donghae’s hair and begged-
Right there, he’d come for the first time with another person involved, sweaty and wrung out as Donghae had smiled. He didn’t make Henry feel weird for it, feel wrong for it, or try to push him like he felt like he had to do everything or else. It was Henry who pulled Donghae into kisses and Henry who rubbed himself along Donghae’s body because he knew he could, knew he was wanted, knew he could stop and not be laughed at. Knew he could keep going and not be laughed at.
Okay, so maybe it was way more than Donghae’s mouth that he was on his knees and moaning into a pillow as two of Donghae’s fingers slid into him. There wasn’t going to be anything he could say he hadn’t done, and he couldn’t care less if Donghae just kept doing that. It felt weird to be empty, weird when Donghae got all up close and started rubbing against him and making him anticipate.
“Ready?” Donghae said, sounding as breathless as he was hard.
“Ugh, yes,” Henry moaned.
It just felt good and way bigger than he’d thought even so and Henry’s thighs trembled as Donghae pulled back and pushed until he couldn’t any more. It was Henry who grinned then because he was the one who pushed back making Donghae moan. He was the one who talked filthy until Donghae was desperate over him, panting against Henry’s back and jerking him off in awkward, hurried strokes.
It was different than in Donghae’s mouth, when he tensed. Donghae’s teeth were pressed against his skin, Donghae’s hips endless.
And he thought about Donghae’s mouth, his kisses, the way he stripped, the way he met Henry’s eyes. And when he lowered his head and shuddered, it was so good. He came against the sheets, for Donghae’s hands, and Donghae’s hips And he braced himself and moaned, until Donghae stilled behind him.
“Henry,” Donghae said, and it was like some kind of a plea that had Henry grinning as he breathed. Donghae didn’t ask if he’d traumatized Henry, flopping down like he was exhausted and kissing on Henry’s insistence.
Henry glanced up and down Donghae’s body. He was an expert on himself. By the time they were done, he’d be an expert on Donghae, too.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I please ask for something with Key+Mi similar to this post? http://fonulyn.tumblr.com/post/25017333427/oh-my-god-how-precious-is-this-totally-made-my (I secretly love these two together after that pic of them shopping and Mi's UFO message) Thanks so much :D
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It sparkled. Granted, it was probably a bad idea to have the little get togethers that were on one hand meant to give them a chance to catch up and relax, but in truth were actually gratuitous ploys to get their hands on each others closets. It wasn’t like they couldn’t do both. And Zhou Mi’s closet was endlessly fascinating, as were the racks of clothes, the boxes of hats and shoes.
Key held up a pair of artfully bedazzled pants - not a pair Zhou Mi had done himself - and he stared up at Zhou Mi in betrayal.
“You have these, and you wore sweatpants?”
“They’re not very comfortable,” Zhou Mi said. “Plus, not in fashion right now. In my fashion.”
He was glad Zhou Mi had tacked that on at the end. Some of the pants were far too long, not that he was bitter, but there were some shirts he had his eyes on. And Zhou Mi seemed to know it, too, smirking at him. It wasn’t fair that Zhou Mi knew him that well.
“There’s enough glitter on that shirt for two of you,” Key teased, and poked at another hanger.
“I’ll share!”
And Zhou Mi did his level best, bellying up to Key and rubbing their shoulders together until Key couldn’t breathe for laughing.
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Prompt: hi^^ can i request a fluffy kyuwook ficlet? thankyu:)
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The comforter was perhaps the largest one either of them had ever seen and that was saying something. It was fluff, half as deep as he was and he figured if he rolled himself up in it he'd be the world's largest burrito.
"Is there a Kyuhyun in there?" Ryeowook asked, and Kyuhyun decided that life was too short without pillow forts and movie nights. That was going to be his next goal, getting everyone together so they could pretend to be eight and still possibly believe in the tooth fairy. There would be popcorn battles and wrestling for position.
"Movie night," Kyuhyun grunted, when Ryeowook's elbow landed in his gut. "We should. Blanket fort."
Fluffy blankets, sleepovers, exhaustion.
Ryeowook murmured sleepily against his shoulder and Kyuhyun took that as agreement.
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Prompt: hi coleycoley :D i love hyukmi interaction in sstp, esp Mi pillowing his head on hyuk's shoulder ;A; can i request a hyukmi male bonding fic, like kinda a timeline fm awkward relationship to a close one? thanks <3
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It wasn’t like there was a lot of silence, but it was definitely there. That, and the awkward laughter, the jokes made with the pause after them to see if they were too much, if they weren’t close enough for that.
It wasn’t like it happened overnight, either, or like they got shoved in a room and told to get over it. Sometimes they were alone together, and they dealt with it. Most times, they just sort of had to try in the midst of the others. The fact that they were the same age helped - he couldn’t have imagined how hard it would’ve been if they hadn’t been. It was easy to start to lean on people when things were hard, and more difficult when there were months spanning between meetings at times just due to schedules.
Sometimes they leaned, literally, quiet jokes in airports and sitting together on the plane or helping each other out with menus in restaurants. They looked out for each other, and it was hard not to care. Hyukjae bought Zhou Mi a drama he thought he had to see for improving his Korean, and Zhou Mi brought gifts back from Thailand.
The sat hip to hip as they monitored their own performances, elbowing each other.
It hadn’t been just one moment, but dozens. And they leaned together, and knew there’d be dozens more.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I request a HyukMi friendship fic where Mi helps Hyuk practice endlessly for his thank you speech at V Charts Award Ceremony? (http://damnhaehyuk.tumblr.com/post/82796117243/o-sj-won-the-top-group-award-at-v-charts-o) Thanks a ton *hugs*
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“No,” Zhou Mi said.
“That’s just how you said it!”
“No, I said-“
And Zhou Mi repeated it again, sounding it out very slowly with rise and fall of it. Saying it faster again so that there was no doubt about it.
He ignored the outbursts when Hyukjae would get up and pace and growl at the ceiling that he should’ve just been lazy and made sure there was an interpreter.
And then Zhou Mi settled him back down and patted his shoulders and told him how admirable it was.
And then also chased off any curious eyes who might’ve wanted to poke fun, with the exception of Ryeowook who could poke fun and also give the perspective of a Korean ear. At least, until when Ryeowook picked up exactly what Zhou Mi was wanting and Hyukjae was still clunking through it.
Hyukjae repeated it at rote, Zhou Mi saying it with him, correcting inflections and tones, and poking in missed words. They said it together in the back of the van, muttered it together on the plane, locked themselves together in the hotel and backstage so they could go over it just one more time.
“You’re ready,” Zhou Mi told him. “You can do it.”
And he all but beamed with pride.
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Prompt: coleycoley! MiQian having a wedding photoshoot based on this http://t.co/zKhDEeX6Ot & this https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=701706243205546&set=a.701706196538884.1073741889.200739259968916&type=3&theater juseyo! cutesy MiQIan pls, thanks a lot hehehe /sends chu virtual red velvet cupcakes
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“The dress is really pretty,” Zhou Mi said, and tried not to laugh as Victoria jabbed him in the dress.
“The dress?”
Well, the dress was. It had some kind of filmy skirt, not too wide but sort of romantic. Soft folds of fabric on the bodice, subtle sparkle. They hadn’t put the veil on her but she almost didn’t need it, too lovely as it was.
“A pale imitation to you,” Zhou Mi said, loyalty all but leaking out of him as she laughed and jabbed him again for good measure.
The camera was just a third party to the shoot, laughing at each other, leaning in and grinning at her when she got her finger hooked in his bow tie and him obeying. She was a comfort in his arms as they leaned together, staring at some distant point as though contemplating their futures together. He played with her veil, laughing against her neck when she slapped at his hand.
She nearly shrieked when he lifted her, feeling lucky to find her legs through the dress and feeling a bit like he was twirling around a hot air balloon with all the cloth dripping off of him.
“Don’t drop me,” she warned.
And then threw back her head and laughed when all he could do was grunt in answer.
“Light as a feather,” he warbled when he put her down, and they were both glad the camera couldn’t get any expression on their faces but the illusion of a smile on the next shot because Victoria was promising punishment with her eyes, and he was only anticipating it.
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Prompt: yewook in figure skating!au?
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Ryeowook was a delight to the crowds when he skated, no matter how he skated, or what he skated in. Ruffles, sequins, shirts that barely skimmed his skin, it didn’t matter. Of course, it mattered to Jongwoon because those were his creations molding to Ryeowook’s body when he made his jumps and crouched low into his spins. He created everything but Ryeowook’s practice outfits, presented him to the world.
Ryeowook beamed at the crowd, skating a lap after his performance, picking up roses and waving more. He wore blue, see through in places and picking up all of the spotlights in the arena.
They’d met three years ago, Ryeowook a rising star with so many dreams. It wasn’t his job to follow Ryeowook’s career, just to make him look good.
It hadn’t been his job to welcome Ryeowook home when Ryeowook left alone, or dress him before competitions, or kiss him hurriedly for good luck, but he did all of those things.
Ryeowook put two fingers to his lips and blew a kiss toward the camera. Maybe his fans thought that those kisses, that sassy little wink, were for them or maybe for his family.
But Jongwoon knew they were for him.
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Prompt: Can I please request a ficlet of SJM when Mi made up the "cute version" of Swing? Thank you <3
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Inwardly or outwardly, Hyukjae was laughing, barely keeping himself from smacking at Donghae or anything else. And actually he didn’t do bad. Not that he was going to say that.
Donghae couldn’t help himself laughing, because out of anyone to do it, Zhou Mi was the one. He could’ve lied and said he wasn’t weak to cute but. He couldn’t lie.
Henry was just happy it wasn’t him, groaning and laughing because yes everyone needed to know what a big goofball Zhou Mi was.
Ryeowook hadn’t seen anything new that was for sure, feeling like he was frozen because they put such good examples of themselves right out front. He only had to look down the table for proof of that.
Sungmin was still riled from being called a stylist and the ragging on his butt. He didn’t dare laugh too hard because he knew he’d get thrown under the bus, too. Though he was nominating Henry next if it came down to it.
Kyuhyun was overwhelmed with the cute, embarrassed because he had to see it and because he knew how embarrassed Zhou Mi had to be. He couldn’t stop the giggles but he wouldn’t have stopped it for anything.
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Prompt: ....GunMi(?) Heechul introduces Mi to Gunhee and has no idea how to cope with the way they hit it off?
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It wasn’t even like they were sharing secrets about him, though Heechul wasn’t entirely certain of that, either. When Zhou Mi had flung his arm around Gunhee’s shoulders and indicated Gunhee should tell him all of Heechul’s secrets - especially the ones he didn’t know - Heechul had thrown up a stop sign right there.
And Zhou Mi had the nerve to pout at him.
“I’m kidding,” Zhou Mi lilted. “I know them all already!”
The brat. It wasn’t enough that Zhou Mi got to talk to Puff more than he did, and then he sat off in the corner giggling and fawning with Gunhee. They were two people he liked, there was that. He liked people he liked getting along.
Heechul opened his mouth to say something and Zhou Mi was guffawing, Gunhee all but giggling at him.
And the look Gunhee sent him was too innocent.
Sliding himself in between them would’ve been too obvious so he settled for moving closer.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, stealing a bite of food and getting no protests.
“He’s really great,” Zhou Mi said, beaming at Heechul like Heechul had just discovered how to tie his shoes.
He just slugged Zhou Mi in the shoulder. They both were. He was just going to have to keep his eye on them.
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Prompt: can I request a singer!zhou mi-centric angst with the prompt: "I have nothing to show you but/except for my voice." and take care yeah, authornim
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If there was a veil between him and the swaying lights, the head from overheat, the looming wires and metal structures. If he was disconnected from stage, , from the rock of it, the beat when the bass rocked all of them equally, there was still something left. He didn’t have to feel the microphone in his hand, or the stand that held it, or hear the feed of the music into his ears. There were no fancy clothes in his head, but he was not naked either. He was disconnected, held apart, and it was of his own choice.
He did not even need words, ones he studied and adjusted and ionized over. The meaning in them was lost, without the feeling behind it. Without all those things, the shouts, the cheers, the lights. Without the stage, and the gleam, and the lights, he was still there. When he opened his mouth, sound emerged, sometimes purer than others. It was sound that rose and fell purely on his whim, his voice that he shared that gave life to every element around him.
He stood in the light, and he sang. He stood in the dark, alone, and he sang. There were times it was the same.
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Prompt: This time, may I request a bandfic where members take joy and find amusing that a sunbae accidentally mistook Mi for Kangta/Leeteuk/Siwon (maybe w Oops I just saw your tweet. I "think" I put down "maybe when they are on music show" but I'm not sure so I guess it's not that important XD Thanks a lot *hugs*
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“Ah, Kangta sunbae!”
The whole of the group paused both at hearing the familiar name and because there was a man beelining right toward them as though Kangta was with them.
And he wasn’t.
But that didn’t keep the man from stopping right in front of Zhou Mi.
“I’m…not. I’m sorry. You- I’m sorry?” Zhou Mi got out, his accent twice as thick for the awkward conversation.
Hyukjae was the one who leaped in, explaining it all away and making the man lath as Zhou Mi grinned and swayed a little. And as they were walking away he beat on Henry’s back for the giggle that escaped him.
“Kangta sunbae,” Kyuhyun all but brayed when they were out of earshot, swaying toward Zhou Mi in mock-adoration.
He just snorted, and then Sungmin picked right up where he left off.
“If we only knew that Kangta sunbae had joined SJM, we’d have been prepared!”
Henry walked past singing “Candy” just slightly off key on purpose, at least until Hyukjae grabbed him, Donghae laughing up a storm at Henry’s plight. Yes, let Henry get picked on instead of Zhou Mi who got mistook for someone else in the company. It was a handsome someone, of course.
It could’ve been worse, he thought with some relish. He could’ve been mistook for one of his bandmates.
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Prompt: hi coleycoley, may I request Miqian, The Lake House AU? Like Mi is the 1st lake house owner, and Qian the future owner? With happy ending ofc hehehe thanks a 觅llion
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There were so many things Zhou Mi didn’t understand, like how Song Qian knew about the- He stared at her handwriting, sticking his key into his mail box where two seconds before no letter had been but there one was. It was like something out of a dream, some feeing of dread in his stomach sometimes as he walked like there was a shadow at his back. It wasn’t her, he’d have known it. He walked across streets, down sidewalks, shopped, ate, wrote to her. When the timelines crossed, and they had to cross - he couldn’t live his whole life years behind her - he wanted the shadow to be gone. He couldn’t live with that either, something impending always waiting.
He felt the chill as the season grew colder, but that wasn’t the only reason why. At some point, she could come there, too, even if they time they’d been meant to meet had passed.. It was his fault she no longer believed in him. He could see her with her keyring hanging from the box, reading his letters and waiting.
Don’t go, she begged. And the shadow loomed over his shoulder as he waited by the door to go out. Today, don’t go, please.
He stood with his hand on the doorknob of his apartment, waiting. He needed to go out, planned on it. He had so many things to accomplish. In his free hand, he held her letter, eyes closed as he tried to divine what she meant.
The paper fluttered to the ground as he startled, a knock rattling straight up his arm.
“Zhou Mi!”
He fumbled with the lock. A woman’s voice, but-
Her eyes were huge, looking him up and down as though she couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Zhou Mi.”
As he whispered her name, the shadow faded. When she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around her tight - and neither one of them would let go.
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Prompt: SJM - Hello Baby!AU
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“He’s the stylist, make him do it,” Henry said through half a mouthful of apple, all the while Sungmin seemed to be plotting horrible things and their charge cried on the floor.
“Ugh,” was all Kyuhyun said, nudging between Henry and Sungmin on his way to the little girl which was going to save their images and possibly Henry’s life. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll fix it.”
He cooed a little too, fixing the bow on her hair so that it wasn’t dangling into her eyes. Donghae was good at mealtime - she didn’t burst into tears like when Zhou Mi tried to feed her. Ryeowook had possibly made her fall in love with one of his stuffed giraffes.
“You realize you’re never taking that back,” Hyukjae said as she loved very hard on it.
But Ryeowook was realistic about it.
They played an epic game of soccer, her small enough to nearly run between some of their legs. Zhou Mi won on many fronts, like when he swung her up onto his shoulders and she squealed in joy. Hyukjae brought Choco and there were careful pettings, half of them frozen in post-exhaustion stupor as Hyukjae and Donghae helped her play with the dog.
“She’s worse than the choreographers making us practice,” Sungmin groaned.
“She’s cute,” Henry said, still eating.
But Kyuhyun snitched one of his crackers and avoided one of the smacking hands as the camera’s adored her smiling face.
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Prompt: Could I request something? Everyone thinks Henry and Kyuhyun don't really get along because they bicker all the time in public, but really they get each other on a deeper level and only disagree about superficial stuff? Not that they'd tell anyone~ Thank you!
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They got held apart from each other when they were spatting, Donghae looking on with interest as Zhou Mi got Henry by the neck and Ryeowook laughed and shoved at Kyuhyun’s chest. They taunted, more than really fighting, getting in each other’s faces and poking and arguing over who got more of the chicken, and who got to sit where.
It made everyone sigh.
Some times it made them asked if they ever shut up.
And Kyuhyun caught Henry’s eye, seeing the laugh there as they turned their separate ways.
What the others didn’t see, sometimes not on purpose, was when he and Henry got their heads together, cackling over little word puzzles or number games. Sometimes it was on flights, or in hotel rooms, or backstage. There was an understanding there, knowing that had each other’s back no matter what. Kyuhyun took being older pretty seriously, but that didn’t keep him from seeing Henry as a friend. The quiet times, the times they talked about their families, or about songs, or what they wanted to do next, those were precious. They weren’t just the elbow nudging and laughter, but something real, something that connected them far beyond what they were doing as a job. Henry grunted in his sleep, almost starting to snore, and Kyuhyun rolled him over with an elbow to the back as Donghae snickered. Yeah, Kyuhyun would keep him.
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Prompt: henhae mpreg; henry's the one pregnant. thank youuuu <3
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It was not delicate by an stretch of the imagination, the burp that Henry let out as he stretched out on the couch. He just sniffed at Donghae’s raised eyebrow since Donghae seemed torn between judgement and wanting to rank him on a scale of 1-10.
“Your baby’s fault,” Henry muttered, shoving his feet into Donghae’s lap. “Here.”
And he signed in bliss as Donghae started rubbing his ankles. Small joys of being pregnant, and that was being demanding while Donghae looked a bit apprehensive. Which was good, since he’d knocked Henry up. They’d used protection, damn it. Only a swift raise of Donghae’s leg kept Henry’s heel from digging into his important bits. Important bits that apparently worked too well.
Actually, he could use some of that.
He grunted manfully and got helped upright by both of Donghae’s hands.
“You’re a little bit cute,” he said, and Donghae grinned hopefully. He’d bit just the slightest bit cute the first time he’d kissed Donghae outside of a movie theater, and again the next day in Donghae’s bed, and the day after that, and the day after-
Kissing had led to a lot of other things that ended up with a kid they were going to be raising.
And Henry’d stuck a ring on Donghae to prove it.
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Prompt: Mimin, girl!Ming; where Ming thought Mi is her new gay bff and therefore asked him to move in; and so shenanigan occurs? Thank you! :DD
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It was a certain sign of trust when Sungmin asked a friend asked to move in with her. Zhou Mi was a trustworthy person, a safe person. Mostly she needed someone to share the rent, but there was something nice about the thought of having a man around that she trusted, plus there was the thought that living with him would be fun. They could gossip about their boyfriends or something. She really needed someone to help her pay the rent for three months of her lease, and he was free.
He was cute, too. There was that lingering kind of crush that had her wishing Zhou Mi wasn’t just into guys that kind of melded into a melancholy of being glad to be his friend. Sometimes that was more valuable. She mostly believed it.
Zhou Mi was a nice body pillow, ready for a snuggle on the couch any time he was free. It made it nice to breathe into his shoulder and relax and ask him how his day had been, or chat with him while they decided what to order or make for dinner.
Zhou Mi, who gave great tight hugs and picked her up until she was squealing, and carried home her shopping bags with a booming laugh.
That Zhou Mi.
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“Hey Zhou Mi, which do you think is better?”
Zhou Mi turned, so casual, so normal, and he swallowed the squeak when he realized-
All Sungmin wore was a towel that covered her from her breasts to mid-thighs, holding a shirt in each hand. Every curve was on display, from her ankles to…
Zhou Mi focused on one of her hands.
“Uhh?”
“I kind of like this one, but this one would look okay with the skirt do you think?”
Zhou Mi pointed very decidedly at the black and red shirt in her right hand. “That. Yes.”
Instead of politely taking the shirt away with her, she held it up in front of her and turned to frown into the floor-length mirror.
“I think you’re right.”
Zhou Mi blew out a breath and turned away, heat flooding his cheeks and ears. Among other places. She really did not need a man ogling her, someone she obviously trusted. He wasn’t going to be creepy and point out that hey maybe he was having thoughts about her because that seemed rude and she was his friend. It was his job control himself, and he’d done so admirably over his life and wasn’t going to stop then.
Though if he was honest “friend” was more accurately “friend he’d been secretly half in love with” - and moving in hadn’t been a way to make a move.
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“Are you guys dating now?” Ryeowook asked, nudging Sungmin with her elbow. It wasn’t like Zhou Mi could hear halfway down the table with Donghae laughing on one side of him and Heechul on the other.
“Who? Me and…? No!”
“Oh,” Ryeowook said, and actually looked disappointed. “I thought since he was moving you guys were…”
Sungmin saw lots of pornographic things in Ryeowook’s eyebrow waggle.
“He’s gay. Why would he want to…?”
Ryeowook smirked, not a good look on her. “Sungmin. He’s bi, I think. His last few relationships have been guys but he was playing hot and heavy with this one girl a few years ago.”
That gave her an eternity of pauses.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before he moved in?”
She’d been half naked in front of him at least once. Maybe he thought she was teasing. But he’d never said anything and he’d never made any kind of moves or innuendo or… Anything.
“I thought you knew. I told you he was mooning over you.”
“I thought it was a friend thing!”
And Sungmin just listened to herself and wanted to cringe.
And she nearly stabbed Ryeowook in the thigh with her fork when Ryeowook clucked her tongue at her.
“I hope you haven’t been walking around naked in front of him!”
“He’s a gentleman!” Sungmin hissed.
Ryeowook nearly snorted into her milkshake.
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Zhou Mi tucked Sungmin’s hand into his elbow as he’d done a few dozen other times as they walked home together. She hadn’t known what to say on the subway, too many things fleeting through her mind. She replayed a conversation they’d had a few weeks previous, Zhou Mi asking what she looked for in a boyfriend.
Someone tall, and trustworthy, and nice hands, she’d said, chuckling to herself as he grinned and nodded.
She glanced at his hands on the trip and wanted to roll herself into a barrel. All those things fit with him. All she had to see was what else did.
“Come here,” she said, beckoning him toward her in the kitchen. Not glamorous, but it’d do.
“What for?” he asked, stepping forward, and looking between her hands like she had something to give him.
She did. Just not conventionally.
“Come on,” she said again, and he was laughing as he complied, almost right up against her. And she pushed herself up onto her toes.
His lips were soft nearly dry, clinging to hers only slightly as she let herself pull away. She studied him, wanting some kind of reaction, some kind of sign.
His face defaulted back into some kind of quiet confusion.
“What was that for?”
“I just…” She couldn’t even look at his face any more, staring at his lips as her fingers curled into his shirt. It felt like she was willing him somehow, inhaling as his head dipped and her eyelids closed. The kiss he pressed against her lips was just as sweet, just as soft, but it lingered until she was gasping and kissing him again.
“What brought this on?” he asked, half against her mouth as he stroked her sides.
“I had a revelation of your…possible interest.” That seemed a very tactful way of saying it. And she had to stop herself from squirming. “I’d been hoping for a while.”
“A good revelation, and very true,” he said, his lips curling a bit. And an eyebrow rose. “Before or after you asked me to move in?”
“Before. But I didn’t think it mattered because I didn’t think you were into me!”
“Why?” Zhou Mi asked, clearly mystified.
She mumbled it into his collar because she was too embarrassed to say it to his face, and he was gasping with laughter seconds later.
“Then that’s why you came out in the towel…? Sungmin!”
She just groaned and let him rock her back and forth. They were going to have a very long talk about why he hadn’t said anything either. But hopefully at the point where she could look him in the eye without blushing.
“Are you going on a date with me then?” she grumbled and his kiss told her in no uncertain terms that it was a yes.
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Prompt: coley haaiii!!! jonghyun/mimi brotp, fluff, like long-time-no-see kinda feel to it? thanks! xD
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He was stealthy, like a tiger. No, really, even if someone would have laughed at him, Zhou Mi could blend in. He’d had his entrance planned for days, knew what chairs to avoid, where to step, where to press against the wall.
And he still got caught halfway there, but it was kind of wroth it because when Jonghyun caught sight of him his mouth fell open and he leaped up, and then they were smacking each other on the back and rocking each other back and forth with not one comprehensible word between them.
“It’s been-“
“Forever!” Zhou Mi finished for him and he push his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders and shook him a bit, holding him back so he could get a good look.
Okay, so maybe it had been a couple of weeks, or maybe just a bit longer, but it had felt like longer, especially when it still felt like they were going to see each other when they went home.
“How’s it look?” Jonghyun asked, touching his hair.
“You really want to know?”
And Jonghyun punched him in the shoulder.
“We need to put a leash on you.”
Zhou Mi scoffed at him, but smiled as Jonghyun launched into a speech about how it was finally time for them to work together. It really was. And Jonghyun just leaned in when Zhou Mi put his arm over Jonghyun’s shoulder. The people he missed were precious to him.
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Prompt: fluffy henhae based on the picture donghae posted today. pretty please? :)
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“Come back to bed,” Henry mumbled.
Or, Donghae thought that was what he mumbled.
“The picture is good! Hey, is this English right?”
Henry squinted at the phone and Donghae wasn’t sure if he was going to trust him with it anyway but Henry took it from him and typed in some more and Donghae figured it was close enough.
“Cute,” Donghae said, and posted it.
“Cute,” Henry repeated him, lifting up the end of the blanket like it was going to get Donghae to crawl underneath of it.
“Wake up, Henry!” Donghae crowed, and Henry flopped back dramatically.
“Hey,” Henry said, tensing as Donghae reached for the blanket. Who would win, was the question. Age, or youth. Or maybe beauty. He wasn’t sure how that went. But the shout ad ensuing tug of war did get Henry out of the bed.
“I’m going to buy you breakfast,” Donghae promised, panting against the small of Henry’s back where they’d fallen as though dead onto the floor. He heard no response for a second, though Henry still had the blanket clutched, so maybe-
“Breakfast would be okay,” Henry said, sounding extra grumpy for all that his face in the picture had been happy.
Henry yelped as Donghae spanked him, but it did get him onto his feet.
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Pairings: Henry/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Victoria, Henry/Ryeowook, Changmin/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Sungmin, Tablo/Eunhyuk, Henry/Donghae, Yesung/Ryeowook, friendships, gen
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: smut, one ficlet is mpreg, sex swap
Summary: 33 various prompts from the ask.
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Prompt: henmichul angst? >< (bonus if heenim bitches to management abt henmi? thanks in advance coley <33)
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Sometimes all they had was anger and wishing things could be better, and trying to see the hope in things even when they were ridiculous. No one was quite sure f taking a realistic view of things was better or worse. To see Zhou Mi so pragmatic about awful things, exclusionary things, made smoke begin to rise in Heechul’s nostrils. Henry went very still, speaking of being grateful, and things they’d accomplished, and Zhou Mi nodded. They’d gotten a lot. They’d gotten more as time went on. They’d almost been made to feel like they were part of something instead of two people who happened to be around when a concert happened.
No more, though. Heechul rode on his anger, on years of various sleights that had built up, on the knowledge that he hadn’t done everything he could have to protect the people he cared about. It wasn’t just him. He saw it in the others when they tried to include everyone and were forbidden. To not feel that way was heartless.
“No more.”
That was what he told them, their direct managers, the coordinators, the men who made things happen.
When he spoke, he intended for people to listen.
And when he told Zhou Mi and Henry about the meeting, Zhou Mi smiled when Heechul tweaked his hair. It wasn’t a fix, but it was a step. They’d taken a lot of steps together. And they’d continue taking more.
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Prompt: Henry/Kyuhyun being adorable please? Maybe someone walks in on them cuddling or smthg... <3
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“Stop!”
Okay, maybe that came out more of a whine than Kyuhyun had intended but it was still try. Henry was tying his best to kick Kyuhyun off the couch, and Kyuhyun wasn’t having it.
“Go get food, lazy,” Kyuhyun said, getting his foot on Henry’s thigh and shoving.
No. Pouting wasn’t going to work. He’d seen it all, experienced it all.
“But-“
“I can’t hear you!”
Henry nearly levered him right off the couch when Kyuhyun lifted up his hands, and Kyuhyun hissed at him.
“What are you going to do if I go get your snacks?”
Henry seemed to think about that for a moment. “Not try and push you off the couch any more? Today?”
They stared at each other.
“Say please,” Kyuhyun said, and knew he was defeated when Henry grinned.
“Please?”
It was a long-fought trip, an entire fifteen feet to get Henry’s chosen drink and a box of crackers off the kitchen counter, and Henry was true to his word about not trying to kick Kyuhyun any more.
He used Henry’s back as a pillow and watched the movie Henry picked out, and even ate some of the crackers himself. He patted Henry’s butt and all was well in the universe.
At least until Siwon and Sungmin came in and saw them and started laughing.
Kyuhyun threw a pillow at them. He wasn’t moving, and neither was Henry.
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Prompt: Miqian where each went to the other's travel book signing and each signed silly (love) messages for the other! fluff ehehehe, and thanks!! hope u are having a jolly good day today~~~~
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“Oh!”
The little grin on Zhou Mi’s face when he saw she was next in line made all the hours of secrecy worth it, even when he turned away and turned his attention to the fan in front of him. Each person left with the impression that they were appreciated by him.
She left with the impression that she was appreciated by him, as he smiled at her and took her book and hid it away as he signed in it, tongue caught between his teeth. And his eyes were sly as he slid the book back to her.
She waggled her fingers at him, code that she would see him later.
Just like all the others before her, she walked off to a private spot and opened the book to see what he had signed. There was his name, the strokes of it still bold and true. But there was a hastily scrawled message.
“To my biggest fan, from your biggest fan,” Zhou Mi had written.
It was ringed in hearts.
~
Zhou Mi might have thought he was being subtle, but being a head taller than most of the fans in line around him really limited his surprise. She’d spotted him a good fifteen minutes earlier, and had him in sight ten people away. He made a show of dancing foot to foot in place - never to disturb those around him but enough to feign excitement.
Well, though, it was Zhou Mi. Feigning was probably far from it.
The way he proudly presented her book to her was too cute for words, his mouth all smug and face beaming with pride.
“You want a signature, young man?” she teased, and he burst out laughing.
“Please!”
She’d thought about what to sign, on the occasion he’d come for her signature. She had debated witty things, and cute things, and sappy things.
In the end, she knew there was only one thing she wanted to write, and so she did, hiding it from him. So she handed it back to him, their fingers brushing for just a moment as he thanked her
When he would open it, she imagined the little inhale he would make, the softening of his eyes, the way he would touch the words.
“To the person who loves me most, from the person who loves you most.”
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Prompt: Harry Potter AU Henwook
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Something Henry was still perfecting was wand control. He could not, and Ryeowook convinced him of it, just show up to Charms and fly around on his broom and make the professor forget that Henry had not only not perfected the more advanced levitation, he hadn’t written a single inch about it either.
Ryeowook would’ve rather been out watching Henry practice catching the snitch, too, the red and gold outfit that made Henry light up when he finally got to freedom.
“You are never going to Hogsmeade or have any fun if you don’t get to work,” Ryeowook said.
Henry scowled at Ryeowook’s chest. Yes, as prefect, he had a certain power, but as Henry’s friend and-
“I can do it,” Henry said, waggling his wand back and forth between his fingers. Applying himself, he absolutely could. And Ryeowook watched a few kind of wobbly attempts. The fourth one was better, and there was more confidence in both Henry’s wand technique and in his voice.
“Now, write down what you just figured out, Ryeowook said, and tried not to laugh as Henry grumbled but quickly scratched down something they both hoped the professor would like.
“I’m halfway there. Break time,” Henry determined, turning to Ryewook. “Right?”
“I could be convinced to reward you,” Ryeowook said. “I know a house elf-“
Ryeowook’s eyes went wide when Henry bowled him right over. There were all kinds of rewards.
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Prompt: I haven't asked for a drabbel in a long time. =3 I would like some ChangKyu with smut and a baby >///< smut
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The timing meant there was absolutely no guarantee. Once there was silence on the baby monitor, Kyuhyun nearly held his breath to see if the cries would start up again or if they were in the clear for at least an hour or two. They were on day two of a three-day babysitting stint, and life with a five-month-old was considerably different than he thought. He thought there was more sleeping. Of the two of them, Changmin had more more of the actual sleep points, while Kyuhyun was better with the feeding. She was a cute child, giggling at them, and snuggly, and barring the diapers, it hadn’t been bad. It gave him some food for thought, when he saw Changmin snuggling with her.
But they had a while to go, and another day to experience.
After the baby had been all secured in her crib, Changmin pulled Kyuhyun’s hips back against him.
“When she’s asleep, back to the bedroom,” Changmin had whispered roughly. It was kind of hard to miss his point.
And by the time Kyuhyun had actually shut himself into the bedroom, Changmin had been naked and very much frustrated, like he’d been ready to get himself off if they’d had to wait much longer.
And that was why he had Changmin breathing into the back of his neck while Kyuhyun was pinned face-down on the bed.
“Finally,” Changmin breathed, and Kyuhyun had to agree. Changmin hadn’t been the only one getting desperate, and he muffled his moan into his forearm as Changmin pressed into him, like the baby would somehow hear.
“Maybe we should have one,” he said, too distracted by Changmin’s teeth on his shoulder to be able to censor his mouth.
“One what,” Changmin asked, gripping Kyuhyun’s hip.
“A baby?”
Obviously. He wasn’t sure what else Changmin could think he was talking about.
But instead it made Changmin laugh.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Changmin asked, bumping his hips in a little harder than usual.
“No!”
And he was laughing too. At least, for a few moments until Changmin’s hand slipped down his belly. Then he really didn’t have any brain cells left but the ones that were focused on that, and bracing back against Changmin’s body.
“So good,” Changmin muttered.
And it was heat that shot through him, fingers digging into the sheet and shaking as he came, as Changmin did.
And that was when Changmin really squashed him for half a minute, staying against his back and sliding so they could both could breathe.
“Really?” Changmin asked a few minutes later, when Kyuhyun’s brain was decidedly near to shutting off.
He thought he nodded. Yeah, really. Maybe. One day. They’d see.
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Prompt: zhou mi and danson's shenanigans while visiting korea, what photos were too "over" to post
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“They’re going to think we’re sleeping together,” Danson said, laughing at the pictures they were scrolling through. “I mean, more than they do already.”
In one of them, they both looked shirtless, and it would’ve been almost a seductive kind of shot but for the goofy faces they were making.
In each progressive picture there was either a weird face (Zhou Mi owned up to those, and they were cool he argued), or there was something suggestive about it.
“I know our couple name is like we’re meant,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t know. The fans might like it.”
Danson flashed him a picture that actually was Zhou Mi shirtless.
“We’d like them to live until tomorrow without losing half their blood volume.”
“Do you think we’d break the internet with both of us shirtless?”
Zhou Mi received an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want to find out.”
So they settled themselves with their after-shower hair and tried to take a picture that didn’t look overly-giggly, overly-goofy, or overly-suggestive.
“Ah, how jealous they’d be of all these pictures I have,” Danson said.
“Only until they saw what I had,” Zhou Mi said, cradling his phone.
In the end they chose one that worked, and chuckled at the speculation of the ones they hadn’t posted. Because most of it was true.
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Prompt: mimin prompt, fluff and girl!Mi? bonus for height complex ekekke and thanks!!! <333
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It really didn’t matter if she was alternately super chic, ultra fashionable, and then randomly looking like she’d ripped off all the newest trends, Zhou Mi was stunning. The unstoppable smile, the bright laugh, Sungmin had been smitten from almost the very first.
Zhou Mi also had a thing for heels which she obviously looked fantastic in, except for when she stepped up to give Sungmin a kiss and was alternately right even with his face or slightly above it. And Zhou Mi teased a little, but she squashed any insinuations that she thought him inadequate and he felt like she would’ve actually jabbed him with a heel if he’d suggested it.
There were some pretty tall people Sungmin knew, and he knew Zhou Mi would look stunning with them.
She looked stunning with him, was all he concluded, because when he saw pictures of them together taken by friends, he had to stop himself mentally drawing a heart around their heads. He was kind of in love, so that contributed to the issue, and the non-issues.
It probably would’ve helped if he kept his mouth shut, but the one time he’d pointed out that maybe she’d like him taller, he’d almost regretted it. Not because of anything bad, though. But Zhou Mi had sauntered up to him in bare feet, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up - yes, up - at him.
“I think there are some times I’m over you that you don’t mind,” Zhou Mi whispered.
And he nearly whimpered.
And it took almost two months before that wasn’t the first thing that popped into his mind any time he looked up at her.
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Prompt: Hi coleycoley~♡ #shot anyway the prompt is wonkyumi at a haunted house and Mi is calm while wonkyu... not so keke. Plus other Ms but henry are betting Mi'd scream like a girl n lose miserably? Heehee thanks!
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They didn’t go in all together, because that would’ve been too much. Some of them had actually fought over who got to go in with various people because of the anticipated reactions. Zhou Mi didn’t like bugs? Maybe they’d be giggling instead of shouting with fear.
And there was a dinner resting on it for everyone who bet the wrong way on Zhou Mi, too. Kyuhyun and Siwon had a plan that included goosing Zhou Mi at the right moment, and maybe seeing if they could really get him scared. Losing the bet wasn’t something they were trying to do.
At least, that was until the eyes in the wall started moving. And the creepy music started up, and fake spiderwebs brushed against their face. Zhou Mi was like a tour guide, pouting out severed limbs and weird oozes. A ghost leaped out as they were waiting for a door to open and Kyuhyun nearly ran Zhou Mi over.
Zhou Mi, who was laughing.
Siwon fell to a puff of air on his neck as they watched a fake murder, squawking into Kyuhyun’s side.
Sweat dripped down their back. Their pulses raced. They forgot about scaring Zhou Mi because they were dreading what was coming next.
Zhou Mi walked out with a grin.
There were going to be a lot of free dinners.
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Prompt: Since Baby Cho went to see Kyu's musical, could you write a backstage scene with just the 2 of them (post-selca w/MiWook because Jino looks not super happy)? Kyu giving Jino a pep-talk about musicals/not being in SMtB part 2/being all cute and supportive? Sorry but that pic gave me feelings~ Thanks!
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“It was really good,” Kyuhyun had been told, and that made him happy. But when it was quiet and there was little else but winding down and letting his nerves settle, he let Jino go back with him before he left because it had been too long since they’d talked.
“I might be in a project coming up,” Jino said. “I’m really not sure yet though.”
“Are you disappointed about not being in The Ballad again?” Kyuhyun asked. He could understand if he was, considering Jino had been waiting for a real debut, not just little projects and jobs here and there. There’d been people who trained longer, though, who got their chances, so it wasn’t like he was out of opportunities. He just had to wait.
“At least everyone changed?” Jino offered. At least, he was saying, he wasn’t the only one left out.
“But musicals are good exposure, too. The more you get the better,” Kyuhyun said, and just barely missed ruffling Jino’s hair since Jino ducked away just in time. “Maybe we’ll work in something together soon, and…”
“Keep working hard,” Jino chirped back, but some of the tension was gone from his face. Sometimes, it just took a little to remind someone how far they’d come, and how close they were.
But Kyuhyun still got his arm over Jino’s shoulders, and Jino leaned right in.
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Prompt: Got inspired by so many Haru and Tablo gifs on Tumblr and their adorable ness. Could u write a little story about Hyuk saving a kid that was being trained to be a robot in the bolt and strike Au and Tablo getting attached to said child. Refusing to give it up maybe.
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The framework had been created inside of the boy’s head, and that was nearly the most sickening. Another week, another month, the circuits would have been connected. It would’ve been a trial run, since they couldn’t have left all their hardware until he grew old enough to support it, but that metal plate on the back of the child’s skull - waiting for the input port - made Hyukjae ill every time his fingers touched it.
He’d made peace with his own, and Tablo did not so much fondle it as he stroked it. It was a reminder to them both of how far they had come.
But no matter what had or hadn’t been done in the child’s mind, he’d lived almost two years in near-military conditions. The thought of being free to play, to run around, to choose his meals, had come as slowly to him as it had to the former androids that had been given their choices back, too. The fears were maybe a little different, but they were real. Hyukjae remembered the first time he’d been smiled at over a cookie that had been offered. The shy, happy smile that had made Hyukjae flick his hand at him and tell him to go play - before Hyukjae scooped him up and made him shriek with laughter.
They’d gotten only four children previous, all of whom had been in their early teens and self-sufficient enough to be set up with others well-situated in new locations. Kind of a mentorship, almost, more than a parental role in some of the cases.
The boy would go, too. It was just more difficult to find a place that would take a child, be able to raise him. He wasn’t what the rest of them had been. He had a chance of putting most everything behind him, growing up normally. But it took time, time that had him emerging from speaking to Siwon only to find Tablo on the ground, helping with putting together some kind of building set, or Tablo on the couch with the child cuddled at his side with such trust.
Getting attached would help him to be secure, but getting attached would make it so much harder to transition. Hyukjae wasn’t sure which smile made him turn away, turning a blind eye against his better judgement.
“That’s nice to hear,” Siwon said, straddling a stool and looking all doctorly as they talked. From the other room, childish guffaws were rolling.
“We need to find a place for him.”
He wanted to kick Siwon’s knee at the smirk. “Maybe he has one?”
“A permanent place. We’re always moving around to be safe. He needs security.”
“He could use love, too,” Siwon said. “You can use security, too. If you’re afraid of getting attached, Tablo stayed, didn’t he? They seem to be pretty close. You should talk to him about it.”
It wasn’t as dangerous any more. Even if they still moved around, things were changing.
“Do you want him to be ours?” Hyukjae asked when the room was dark and the safe house was silent.
“Hyukjae.”
His name was said on a voice nearly harsh, Tablo’s hand tightening on his arm. If the child wanted, he could be theirs. He didn’t have to hold back.
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Prompt: Henry/Taemin
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There was only so much that could happen before it became a reality. So many comebacks, so many concerts. The problem was, Henry had so many ideas. They could do any concept they wanted, it was almost mind-blowing. The dance could be more than anyone imagined, a tune both catchy and meaningful to both of them. They’d known each other since before debut, since before everything, really. When Henry had been scorned, and Taemin had had nothing but hope and talent, and they were going to put all of that hurt and determination and success together, and they were going to make a song for them.
They hummed together, tunes, lyrics. Sometimes until they were hoarse and punch drunk, tired from thinking and from moving - choreography that they could own, even if it would get refined. No one could tell him he was using Taemin’s celebrity, not any more, and really not when Taemin was the one who’d started pressing him for more time to get together, get it put together right. Everything had a cycle. Maybe it still wouldn’t be right away, but when they put down the demo, they got interest. Which meant… It meant something. Someday.
“What would out couple name be?” Taemin asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
When Henry pushed Taemin’s face away, he thought it was well deserved.
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Prompt: C-can I ask for Joonmyun and Jinho (possibly in a subgroup together??) having an argument over who gets to see Kyuhyun more often and who is a better friend and Kyuhyun being extremely confused because there's enough of him for everyone? Thanks! ^^"
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“He came to our concert.” Which was a bit unfair for Joonmyun to offer, given.
“He would’ve come to my musical if it’d been in the same country,” Jinho said. “He texted me. He took me to dinner when I got back!”
They could go around and around for hours. Who had dinner with him more, who texted more, the gifts they’d gotten, given, musicals they’d gone to see, hugs they’d shared. Half the time he wasn’t sure if they were really trying to one-up each other or if they’d just gotten used to trying as they waited around to film the MV for their little project group.
It happened in front of Kyuhyun once. They’d grinned at each other, somehow showing up with the same cup of Kyuhyun’s favorite tea within seconds of each other and Kyuhyun staring between them like he was really confused by them.
Still, Kyuhyun ended up in the middle of the couch instead of the arm like he preferred because that meant there was a side for them both.
“Let’s all go out to dinner after you finish up. If you can stay awake long enough,” Kyuhyun said slyly, looking back and forth between them. “You two can sit across from me, so you can be even.”
And they’d been found out. But he was too happy to mind.
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Prompt: Can I please request HenMi friendship fic? I feel like they understand each other in a way that maybe the others don't. Thank you~
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Henry was alternately cawing and cursing at the screen as they raced each other, fingers flying on buttons and titling controllers trying to keep control, make the next corner. Zhou Mi thought he was doing pretty well - which was the fact that he could still see Henry on his part of the screen instead of Henry lapping him - at least until a particularly colorful expletive in about three languages came bursting out. And then Zhou Mi was laughing as Henry spun around on the screen, and when Zhou Mi actually caught a look at his own side…
Well, it was good it was a video game, because his car was trying to motor through a wall.
“I was doing so well,” Henry said, throwing the controller into a pillow.
Zhou Mi could’ve gotten himself on track and won, but if Henry wasn’t trying, the fun of it had gone out. Still, he eased past Henry on the track and called it good.
“I win!” he enthused, whether he had or not. “Ugh.”
And Henry cackled as Zhou Mi tried to shove one of Henry’s feet out of his face.
“Want to order in tonight?”
It took Zhou Mi exactly no time to decide.
“Yes.”
And high-fiving Henry, he got up to do just that.
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Prompt: HenWook last sex before they die - angsty smut
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They could hear the drums approaching. What had been a din, dull, began to sound like approaching thunder. It was meant to be intimidating, a line of men they couldn’t yet see and wouldn’t still until dawn. But it echoed down the canyon. Men had left already, scaling the high cliffs in hopes of survival, slim as it was. The army that approached would surely surround them as well. Some men tried to doze as the air hummed, some brewed hot water and herbs, or sharpened their weapons. They’d take with them as many as they could, slow the army’s chances of catching up with those who’d gone ahead of them. The army approaching didn’t know they had more men to sweep around behind, rocks on the cliffside to crush the unsuspecting. They weren’t there for lack of planning, but they knew they would not leave that place alive.
Ryeowook had gone still and silent, staring unseeing over a campfire. The army meant to intimidate them. But he would not spend his last hours wringing his hands and bemoaning his fate. Ryeowook stood when Henry grasped his arm, followed when Henry led him. There were the wails of others who seemed to share Henry’s idea. If he was to die, then he would live first. He caught Ryeowook hard up against him, beside the little lean-to they had built not a day previous.
“For us,” Henry said. No one else.
And Ryeowook pulled down Henry’s head and kissed him.
It was distraction, but it took time. The fear did not spur arousal, but Ryeowook’s hands did, his kisses, the press of his body. They had only so little time and he was gasping when he pushed Ryeowook back onto their blanket and knelt between his legs. There was no need to be tidy, to prepare for travel, only pushing the cloth up Ryeowook’s hips and baring him.
“I should never have let you out of my bed,” Henry swore, and the sound from Ryeowook’s throat was half laugh, half sob.
Even if Ryeowook had been the one coming to his bed first. Henry had not turned him back. So much younger then, so much less tired, so much less afraid, full of mischief and eager for Henry’s body.
He was sloppy with their remaining oil when he lifted Ryeowook’s hips and pressed into him. Ryeowook cried out, clutching tight around him, but Henry didn’t stop. Ryeowook pleaded for that, the burn turning into glory as Henry braced himself and took. Ryeowook thrashed, incoherent as his nails dug into Henry’s arm and cries rent the air. He twisted his hips and wanted more, driven by the small roars as Ryeowook lifted his hips against Henry’s. It felt like living, seeing the sweat beating on Ryeowook’s chest, feeling the gasps, the pain from Ryeowook’s fingers.
Henry dropped lower, rubbing his lips against Ryeowook’s, moaning as Ryeowook’s fingers gripped his hair. And Ryeowook kissed him, parting his mouth for the filthiest of kisses, the twist of his tongue against Henry’s sending sparks down his spine.
Ryeowook was panting, flushed and beautiful when Henry lifted his head. The man he’d shared nearly every waking hour, still wanting him that much. It seemed unthinkable that he would not feel those lips part around him again as they first had years previous when he’d been so green and so unknowing. He had only the kisses he could take right then, the pleasure they could have, and not hours to trace Ryeowook’s smile.
“Henry,” Ryeowook said, licking his lips and seeing somehow Henry’s sorrow for the things they were losing. Their lives, who they were together, the strength Ryeowook had forged in him, and the pleasure they’d discovered.
He would have said Ryeowook’s name, had his throat not been so tight, or his air so short.
“Make me forget,” Ryeowook begged.
In that moment they would have only each other. He panted against Ryeowook’s cheek as his hips drove harder, and it was his hand that stroked Ryeowook until he was dripping over Ryeowook’s fingers. He pressed kisses down Ryeowook’s neck, pausing as the pleasure rose, an almost heat he couldn’t ignore like getting too near a flame.
On Ryeowook’s inhale, he placed his teeth against Ryeowook’s shoulder and bit. And Ryeowook screamed as he came, bucking beneath Henry’s body and so tight that Henry had only moments before he followed after. For long moments, he’d succeeded. They’d forgotten. If only for a while.
He petted Ryeowook’s sweaty hair, kissed tears that streamed form the corners of Ryeowook’s eyes. Maybe from the pleasure, or maybe from more than that.
“Stay by my side,” Henry said. If they fell together, perhaps they would be buried that way, together as they had been in life.
There were many things they would not repeat together, but when Ryeowook cupped his face and smiled at him, he hoped that would not be the last time. If he had his choice, that would be what he wanted to see, before the end.
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Prompt: are you stil taking requests? =3 If you have time (and want to do this) I would love Changkyu on their food-tasting, sightseeing trip and a whiny Ryeowook oblivious to the fact he travels with a couple. (it came to my mind after seeing Kyus pictures and Wookies reply to them ^^)
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Somehow he got put in charge of the maps, at least until his control of them was revoked. That ended up with Kyuhyun and Changmin shoulder to shoulder and arguing over the best routes while Ryeowook grid to interject. He actually got a good point in when Changmin was too busy elbowing Kyuhyun in the side, and he felt pretty good about that. It wasn’t like he was being left out again, it was just that he kind of trailed after them like they were in some kind of bubble, and they sat next to each other in the restaurants and fed each other bits of food which was cute if a little strange.
“Do you guys always do this?” Ryeowook asked, and Kyuhyun’s eyes kind of slid away.
After that there was more conversation, and that made things less like he was just carrying their bags. Which he wasn’t, obviously. And he was the one leading them for a while, prompting conversation about what they were going to try next, how to get there.
He didn’t see their knuckles brushing behind his back,or the traded smiles, but Kyuhyun’s arm went around his shoulders and they went on to their next adventure.
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Prompt: henhae's first time; henry losing his virginity. pretty please? smut
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Donghae’s mouth. Number one reason Henry was there. Not just the sexy little grins, or the way he kissed, or the way he’d looked kneeling between Henry’s thighs with his tongue wiggling against Henry until Henry had gripped Donghae’s hair and begged-
Right there, he’d come for the first time with another person involved, sweaty and wrung out as Donghae had smiled. He didn’t make Henry feel weird for it, feel wrong for it, or try to push him like he felt like he had to do everything or else. It was Henry who pulled Donghae into kisses and Henry who rubbed himself along Donghae’s body because he knew he could, knew he was wanted, knew he could stop and not be laughed at. Knew he could keep going and not be laughed at.
Okay, so maybe it was way more than Donghae’s mouth that he was on his knees and moaning into a pillow as two of Donghae’s fingers slid into him. There wasn’t going to be anything he could say he hadn’t done, and he couldn’t care less if Donghae just kept doing that. It felt weird to be empty, weird when Donghae got all up close and started rubbing against him and making him anticipate.
“Ready?” Donghae said, sounding as breathless as he was hard.
“Ugh, yes,” Henry moaned.
It just felt good and way bigger than he’d thought even so and Henry’s thighs trembled as Donghae pulled back and pushed until he couldn’t any more. It was Henry who grinned then because he was the one who pushed back making Donghae moan. He was the one who talked filthy until Donghae was desperate over him, panting against Henry’s back and jerking him off in awkward, hurried strokes.
It was different than in Donghae’s mouth, when he tensed. Donghae’s teeth were pressed against his skin, Donghae’s hips endless.
And he thought about Donghae’s mouth, his kisses, the way he stripped, the way he met Henry’s eyes. And when he lowered his head and shuddered, it was so good. He came against the sheets, for Donghae’s hands, and Donghae’s hips And he braced himself and moaned, until Donghae stilled behind him.
“Henry,” Donghae said, and it was like some kind of a plea that had Henry grinning as he breathed. Donghae didn’t ask if he’d traumatized Henry, flopping down like he was exhausted and kissing on Henry’s insistence.
Henry glanced up and down Donghae’s body. He was an expert on himself. By the time they were done, he’d be an expert on Donghae, too.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I please ask for something with Key+Mi similar to this post? http://fonulyn.tumblr.com/post/25017333427/oh-my-god-how-precious-is-this-totally-made-my (I secretly love these two together after that pic of them shopping and Mi's UFO message) Thanks so much :D
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It sparkled. Granted, it was probably a bad idea to have the little get togethers that were on one hand meant to give them a chance to catch up and relax, but in truth were actually gratuitous ploys to get their hands on each others closets. It wasn’t like they couldn’t do both. And Zhou Mi’s closet was endlessly fascinating, as were the racks of clothes, the boxes of hats and shoes.
Key held up a pair of artfully bedazzled pants - not a pair Zhou Mi had done himself - and he stared up at Zhou Mi in betrayal.
“You have these, and you wore sweatpants?”
“They’re not very comfortable,” Zhou Mi said. “Plus, not in fashion right now. In my fashion.”
He was glad Zhou Mi had tacked that on at the end. Some of the pants were far too long, not that he was bitter, but there were some shirts he had his eyes on. And Zhou Mi seemed to know it, too, smirking at him. It wasn’t fair that Zhou Mi knew him that well.
“There’s enough glitter on that shirt for two of you,” Key teased, and poked at another hanger.
“I’ll share!”
And Zhou Mi did his level best, bellying up to Key and rubbing their shoulders together until Key couldn’t breathe for laughing.
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Prompt: hi^^ can i request a fluffy kyuwook ficlet? thankyu:)
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The comforter was perhaps the largest one either of them had ever seen and that was saying something. It was fluff, half as deep as he was and he figured if he rolled himself up in it he'd be the world's largest burrito.
"Is there a Kyuhyun in there?" Ryeowook asked, and Kyuhyun decided that life was too short without pillow forts and movie nights. That was going to be his next goal, getting everyone together so they could pretend to be eight and still possibly believe in the tooth fairy. There would be popcorn battles and wrestling for position.
"Movie night," Kyuhyun grunted, when Ryeowook's elbow landed in his gut. "We should. Blanket fort."
Fluffy blankets, sleepovers, exhaustion.
Ryeowook murmured sleepily against his shoulder and Kyuhyun took that as agreement.
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Prompt: hi coleycoley :D i love hyukmi interaction in sstp, esp Mi pillowing his head on hyuk's shoulder ;A; can i request a hyukmi male bonding fic, like kinda a timeline fm awkward relationship to a close one? thanks <3
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It wasn’t like there was a lot of silence, but it was definitely there. That, and the awkward laughter, the jokes made with the pause after them to see if they were too much, if they weren’t close enough for that.
It wasn’t like it happened overnight, either, or like they got shoved in a room and told to get over it. Sometimes they were alone together, and they dealt with it. Most times, they just sort of had to try in the midst of the others. The fact that they were the same age helped - he couldn’t have imagined how hard it would’ve been if they hadn’t been. It was easy to start to lean on people when things were hard, and more difficult when there were months spanning between meetings at times just due to schedules.
Sometimes they leaned, literally, quiet jokes in airports and sitting together on the plane or helping each other out with menus in restaurants. They looked out for each other, and it was hard not to care. Hyukjae bought Zhou Mi a drama he thought he had to see for improving his Korean, and Zhou Mi brought gifts back from Thailand.
The sat hip to hip as they monitored their own performances, elbowing each other.
It hadn’t been just one moment, but dozens. And they leaned together, and knew there’d be dozens more.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I request a HyukMi friendship fic where Mi helps Hyuk practice endlessly for his thank you speech at V Charts Award Ceremony? (http://damnhaehyuk.tumblr.com/post/82796117243/o-sj-won-the-top-group-award-at-v-charts-o) Thanks a ton *hugs*
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“No,” Zhou Mi said.
“That’s just how you said it!”
“No, I said-“
And Zhou Mi repeated it again, sounding it out very slowly with rise and fall of it. Saying it faster again so that there was no doubt about it.
He ignored the outbursts when Hyukjae would get up and pace and growl at the ceiling that he should’ve just been lazy and made sure there was an interpreter.
And then Zhou Mi settled him back down and patted his shoulders and told him how admirable it was.
And then also chased off any curious eyes who might’ve wanted to poke fun, with the exception of Ryeowook who could poke fun and also give the perspective of a Korean ear. At least, until when Ryeowook picked up exactly what Zhou Mi was wanting and Hyukjae was still clunking through it.
Hyukjae repeated it at rote, Zhou Mi saying it with him, correcting inflections and tones, and poking in missed words. They said it together in the back of the van, muttered it together on the plane, locked themselves together in the hotel and backstage so they could go over it just one more time.
“You’re ready,” Zhou Mi told him. “You can do it.”
And he all but beamed with pride.
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Prompt: coleycoley! MiQian having a wedding photoshoot based on this http://t.co/zKhDEeX6Ot & this https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=701706243205546&set=a.701706196538884.1073741889.200739259968916&type=3&theater juseyo! cutesy MiQIan pls, thanks a lot hehehe /sends chu virtual red velvet cupcakes
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“The dress is really pretty,” Zhou Mi said, and tried not to laugh as Victoria jabbed him in the dress.
“The dress?”
Well, the dress was. It had some kind of filmy skirt, not too wide but sort of romantic. Soft folds of fabric on the bodice, subtle sparkle. They hadn’t put the veil on her but she almost didn’t need it, too lovely as it was.
“A pale imitation to you,” Zhou Mi said, loyalty all but leaking out of him as she laughed and jabbed him again for good measure.
The camera was just a third party to the shoot, laughing at each other, leaning in and grinning at her when she got her finger hooked in his bow tie and him obeying. She was a comfort in his arms as they leaned together, staring at some distant point as though contemplating their futures together. He played with her veil, laughing against her neck when she slapped at his hand.
She nearly shrieked when he lifted her, feeling lucky to find her legs through the dress and feeling a bit like he was twirling around a hot air balloon with all the cloth dripping off of him.
“Don’t drop me,” she warned.
And then threw back her head and laughed when all he could do was grunt in answer.
“Light as a feather,” he warbled when he put her down, and they were both glad the camera couldn’t get any expression on their faces but the illusion of a smile on the next shot because Victoria was promising punishment with her eyes, and he was only anticipating it.
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Prompt: yewook in figure skating!au?
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Ryeowook was a delight to the crowds when he skated, no matter how he skated, or what he skated in. Ruffles, sequins, shirts that barely skimmed his skin, it didn’t matter. Of course, it mattered to Jongwoon because those were his creations molding to Ryeowook’s body when he made his jumps and crouched low into his spins. He created everything but Ryeowook’s practice outfits, presented him to the world.
Ryeowook beamed at the crowd, skating a lap after his performance, picking up roses and waving more. He wore blue, see through in places and picking up all of the spotlights in the arena.
They’d met three years ago, Ryeowook a rising star with so many dreams. It wasn’t his job to follow Ryeowook’s career, just to make him look good.
It hadn’t been his job to welcome Ryeowook home when Ryeowook left alone, or dress him before competitions, or kiss him hurriedly for good luck, but he did all of those things.
Ryeowook put two fingers to his lips and blew a kiss toward the camera. Maybe his fans thought that those kisses, that sassy little wink, were for them or maybe for his family.
But Jongwoon knew they were for him.
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Prompt: Can I please request a ficlet of SJM when Mi made up the "cute version" of Swing? Thank you <3
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Inwardly or outwardly, Hyukjae was laughing, barely keeping himself from smacking at Donghae or anything else. And actually he didn’t do bad. Not that he was going to say that.
Donghae couldn’t help himself laughing, because out of anyone to do it, Zhou Mi was the one. He could’ve lied and said he wasn’t weak to cute but. He couldn’t lie.
Henry was just happy it wasn’t him, groaning and laughing because yes everyone needed to know what a big goofball Zhou Mi was.
Ryeowook hadn’t seen anything new that was for sure, feeling like he was frozen because they put such good examples of themselves right out front. He only had to look down the table for proof of that.
Sungmin was still riled from being called a stylist and the ragging on his butt. He didn’t dare laugh too hard because he knew he’d get thrown under the bus, too. Though he was nominating Henry next if it came down to it.
Kyuhyun was overwhelmed with the cute, embarrassed because he had to see it and because he knew how embarrassed Zhou Mi had to be. He couldn’t stop the giggles but he wouldn’t have stopped it for anything.
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Prompt: ....GunMi(?) Heechul introduces Mi to Gunhee and has no idea how to cope with the way they hit it off?
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It wasn’t even like they were sharing secrets about him, though Heechul wasn’t entirely certain of that, either. When Zhou Mi had flung his arm around Gunhee’s shoulders and indicated Gunhee should tell him all of Heechul’s secrets - especially the ones he didn’t know - Heechul had thrown up a stop sign right there.
And Zhou Mi had the nerve to pout at him.
“I’m kidding,” Zhou Mi lilted. “I know them all already!”
The brat. It wasn’t enough that Zhou Mi got to talk to Puff more than he did, and then he sat off in the corner giggling and fawning with Gunhee. They were two people he liked, there was that. He liked people he liked getting along.
Heechul opened his mouth to say something and Zhou Mi was guffawing, Gunhee all but giggling at him.
And the look Gunhee sent him was too innocent.
Sliding himself in between them would’ve been too obvious so he settled for moving closer.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, stealing a bite of food and getting no protests.
“He’s really great,” Zhou Mi said, beaming at Heechul like Heechul had just discovered how to tie his shoes.
He just slugged Zhou Mi in the shoulder. They both were. He was just going to have to keep his eye on them.
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Prompt: can I request a singer!zhou mi-centric angst with the prompt: "I have nothing to show you but/except for my voice." and take care yeah, authornim
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If there was a veil between him and the swaying lights, the head from overheat, the looming wires and metal structures. If he was disconnected from stage, , from the rock of it, the beat when the bass rocked all of them equally, there was still something left. He didn’t have to feel the microphone in his hand, or the stand that held it, or hear the feed of the music into his ears. There were no fancy clothes in his head, but he was not naked either. He was disconnected, held apart, and it was of his own choice.
He did not even need words, ones he studied and adjusted and ionized over. The meaning in them was lost, without the feeling behind it. Without all those things, the shouts, the cheers, the lights. Without the stage, and the gleam, and the lights, he was still there. When he opened his mouth, sound emerged, sometimes purer than others. It was sound that rose and fell purely on his whim, his voice that he shared that gave life to every element around him.
He stood in the light, and he sang. He stood in the dark, alone, and he sang. There were times it was the same.
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Prompt: This time, may I request a bandfic where members take joy and find amusing that a sunbae accidentally mistook Mi for Kangta/Leeteuk/Siwon (maybe w Oops I just saw your tweet. I "think" I put down "maybe when they are on music show" but I'm not sure so I guess it's not that important XD Thanks a lot *hugs*
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“Ah, Kangta sunbae!”
The whole of the group paused both at hearing the familiar name and because there was a man beelining right toward them as though Kangta was with them.
And he wasn’t.
But that didn’t keep the man from stopping right in front of Zhou Mi.
“I’m…not. I’m sorry. You- I’m sorry?” Zhou Mi got out, his accent twice as thick for the awkward conversation.
Hyukjae was the one who leaped in, explaining it all away and making the man lath as Zhou Mi grinned and swayed a little. And as they were walking away he beat on Henry’s back for the giggle that escaped him.
“Kangta sunbae,” Kyuhyun all but brayed when they were out of earshot, swaying toward Zhou Mi in mock-adoration.
He just snorted, and then Sungmin picked right up where he left off.
“If we only knew that Kangta sunbae had joined SJM, we’d have been prepared!”
Henry walked past singing “Candy” just slightly off key on purpose, at least until Hyukjae grabbed him, Donghae laughing up a storm at Henry’s plight. Yes, let Henry get picked on instead of Zhou Mi who got mistook for someone else in the company. It was a handsome someone, of course.
It could’ve been worse, he thought with some relish. He could’ve been mistook for one of his bandmates.
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Prompt: hi coleycoley, may I request Miqian, The Lake House AU? Like Mi is the 1st lake house owner, and Qian the future owner? With happy ending ofc hehehe thanks a 觅llion
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There were so many things Zhou Mi didn’t understand, like how Song Qian knew about the- He stared at her handwriting, sticking his key into his mail box where two seconds before no letter had been but there one was. It was like something out of a dream, some feeing of dread in his stomach sometimes as he walked like there was a shadow at his back. It wasn’t her, he’d have known it. He walked across streets, down sidewalks, shopped, ate, wrote to her. When the timelines crossed, and they had to cross - he couldn’t live his whole life years behind her - he wanted the shadow to be gone. He couldn’t live with that either, something impending always waiting.
He felt the chill as the season grew colder, but that wasn’t the only reason why. At some point, she could come there, too, even if they time they’d been meant to meet had passed.. It was his fault she no longer believed in him. He could see her with her keyring hanging from the box, reading his letters and waiting.
Don’t go, she begged. And the shadow loomed over his shoulder as he waited by the door to go out. Today, don’t go, please.
He stood with his hand on the doorknob of his apartment, waiting. He needed to go out, planned on it. He had so many things to accomplish. In his free hand, he held her letter, eyes closed as he tried to divine what she meant.
The paper fluttered to the ground as he startled, a knock rattling straight up his arm.
“Zhou Mi!”
He fumbled with the lock. A woman’s voice, but-
Her eyes were huge, looking him up and down as though she couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Zhou Mi.”
As he whispered her name, the shadow faded. When she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around her tight - and neither one of them would let go.
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Prompt: SJM - Hello Baby!AU
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“He’s the stylist, make him do it,” Henry said through half a mouthful of apple, all the while Sungmin seemed to be plotting horrible things and their charge cried on the floor.
“Ugh,” was all Kyuhyun said, nudging between Henry and Sungmin on his way to the little girl which was going to save their images and possibly Henry’s life. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll fix it.”
He cooed a little too, fixing the bow on her hair so that it wasn’t dangling into her eyes. Donghae was good at mealtime - she didn’t burst into tears like when Zhou Mi tried to feed her. Ryeowook had possibly made her fall in love with one of his stuffed giraffes.
“You realize you’re never taking that back,” Hyukjae said as she loved very hard on it.
But Ryeowook was realistic about it.
They played an epic game of soccer, her small enough to nearly run between some of their legs. Zhou Mi won on many fronts, like when he swung her up onto his shoulders and she squealed in joy. Hyukjae brought Choco and there were careful pettings, half of them frozen in post-exhaustion stupor as Hyukjae and Donghae helped her play with the dog.
“She’s worse than the choreographers making us practice,” Sungmin groaned.
“She’s cute,” Henry said, still eating.
But Kyuhyun snitched one of his crackers and avoided one of the smacking hands as the camera’s adored her smiling face.
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Prompt: Could I request something? Everyone thinks Henry and Kyuhyun don't really get along because they bicker all the time in public, but really they get each other on a deeper level and only disagree about superficial stuff? Not that they'd tell anyone~ Thank you!
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They got held apart from each other when they were spatting, Donghae looking on with interest as Zhou Mi got Henry by the neck and Ryeowook laughed and shoved at Kyuhyun’s chest. They taunted, more than really fighting, getting in each other’s faces and poking and arguing over who got more of the chicken, and who got to sit where.
It made everyone sigh.
Some times it made them asked if they ever shut up.
And Kyuhyun caught Henry’s eye, seeing the laugh there as they turned their separate ways.
What the others didn’t see, sometimes not on purpose, was when he and Henry got their heads together, cackling over little word puzzles or number games. Sometimes it was on flights, or in hotel rooms, or backstage. There was an understanding there, knowing that had each other’s back no matter what. Kyuhyun took being older pretty seriously, but that didn’t keep him from seeing Henry as a friend. The quiet times, the times they talked about their families, or about songs, or what they wanted to do next, those were precious. They weren’t just the elbow nudging and laughter, but something real, something that connected them far beyond what they were doing as a job. Henry grunted in his sleep, almost starting to snore, and Kyuhyun rolled him over with an elbow to the back as Donghae snickered. Yeah, Kyuhyun would keep him.
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Prompt: henhae mpreg; henry's the one pregnant. thank youuuu <3
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It was not delicate by an stretch of the imagination, the burp that Henry let out as he stretched out on the couch. He just sniffed at Donghae’s raised eyebrow since Donghae seemed torn between judgement and wanting to rank him on a scale of 1-10.
“Your baby’s fault,” Henry muttered, shoving his feet into Donghae’s lap. “Here.”
And he signed in bliss as Donghae started rubbing his ankles. Small joys of being pregnant, and that was being demanding while Donghae looked a bit apprehensive. Which was good, since he’d knocked Henry up. They’d used protection, damn it. Only a swift raise of Donghae’s leg kept Henry’s heel from digging into his important bits. Important bits that apparently worked too well.
Actually, he could use some of that.
He grunted manfully and got helped upright by both of Donghae’s hands.
“You’re a little bit cute,” he said, and Donghae grinned hopefully. He’d bit just the slightest bit cute the first time he’d kissed Donghae outside of a movie theater, and again the next day in Donghae’s bed, and the day after that, and the day after-
Kissing had led to a lot of other things that ended up with a kid they were going to be raising.
And Henry’d stuck a ring on Donghae to prove it.
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Prompt: Mimin, girl!Ming; where Ming thought Mi is her new gay bff and therefore asked him to move in; and so shenanigan occurs? Thank you! :DD
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It was a certain sign of trust when Sungmin asked a friend asked to move in with her. Zhou Mi was a trustworthy person, a safe person. Mostly she needed someone to share the rent, but there was something nice about the thought of having a man around that she trusted, plus there was the thought that living with him would be fun. They could gossip about their boyfriends or something. She really needed someone to help her pay the rent for three months of her lease, and he was free.
He was cute, too. There was that lingering kind of crush that had her wishing Zhou Mi wasn’t just into guys that kind of melded into a melancholy of being glad to be his friend. Sometimes that was more valuable. She mostly believed it.
Zhou Mi was a nice body pillow, ready for a snuggle on the couch any time he was free. It made it nice to breathe into his shoulder and relax and ask him how his day had been, or chat with him while they decided what to order or make for dinner.
Zhou Mi, who gave great tight hugs and picked her up until she was squealing, and carried home her shopping bags with a booming laugh.
That Zhou Mi.
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“Hey Zhou Mi, which do you think is better?”
Zhou Mi turned, so casual, so normal, and he swallowed the squeak when he realized-
All Sungmin wore was a towel that covered her from her breasts to mid-thighs, holding a shirt in each hand. Every curve was on display, from her ankles to…
Zhou Mi focused on one of her hands.
“Uhh?”
“I kind of like this one, but this one would look okay with the skirt do you think?”
Zhou Mi pointed very decidedly at the black and red shirt in her right hand. “That. Yes.”
Instead of politely taking the shirt away with her, she held it up in front of her and turned to frown into the floor-length mirror.
“I think you’re right.”
Zhou Mi blew out a breath and turned away, heat flooding his cheeks and ears. Among other places. She really did not need a man ogling her, someone she obviously trusted. He wasn’t going to be creepy and point out that hey maybe he was having thoughts about her because that seemed rude and she was his friend. It was his job control himself, and he’d done so admirably over his life and wasn’t going to stop then.
Though if he was honest “friend” was more accurately “friend he’d been secretly half in love with” - and moving in hadn’t been a way to make a move.
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“Are you guys dating now?” Ryeowook asked, nudging Sungmin with her elbow. It wasn’t like Zhou Mi could hear halfway down the table with Donghae laughing on one side of him and Heechul on the other.
“Who? Me and…? No!”
“Oh,” Ryeowook said, and actually looked disappointed. “I thought since he was moving you guys were…”
Sungmin saw lots of pornographic things in Ryeowook’s eyebrow waggle.
“He’s gay. Why would he want to…?”
Ryeowook smirked, not a good look on her. “Sungmin. He’s bi, I think. His last few relationships have been guys but he was playing hot and heavy with this one girl a few years ago.”
That gave her an eternity of pauses.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before he moved in?”
She’d been half naked in front of him at least once. Maybe he thought she was teasing. But he’d never said anything and he’d never made any kind of moves or innuendo or… Anything.
“I thought you knew. I told you he was mooning over you.”
“I thought it was a friend thing!”
And Sungmin just listened to herself and wanted to cringe.
And she nearly stabbed Ryeowook in the thigh with her fork when Ryeowook clucked her tongue at her.
“I hope you haven’t been walking around naked in front of him!”
“He’s a gentleman!” Sungmin hissed.
Ryeowook nearly snorted into her milkshake.
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Zhou Mi tucked Sungmin’s hand into his elbow as he’d done a few dozen other times as they walked home together. She hadn’t known what to say on the subway, too many things fleeting through her mind. She replayed a conversation they’d had a few weeks previous, Zhou Mi asking what she looked for in a boyfriend.
Someone tall, and trustworthy, and nice hands, she’d said, chuckling to herself as he grinned and nodded.
She glanced at his hands on the trip and wanted to roll herself into a barrel. All those things fit with him. All she had to see was what else did.
“Come here,” she said, beckoning him toward her in the kitchen. Not glamorous, but it’d do.
“What for?” he asked, stepping forward, and looking between her hands like she had something to give him.
She did. Just not conventionally.
“Come on,” she said again, and he was laughing as he complied, almost right up against her. And she pushed herself up onto her toes.
His lips were soft nearly dry, clinging to hers only slightly as she let herself pull away. She studied him, wanting some kind of reaction, some kind of sign.
His face defaulted back into some kind of quiet confusion.
“What was that for?”
“I just…” She couldn’t even look at his face any more, staring at his lips as her fingers curled into his shirt. It felt like she was willing him somehow, inhaling as his head dipped and her eyelids closed. The kiss he pressed against her lips was just as sweet, just as soft, but it lingered until she was gasping and kissing him again.
“What brought this on?” he asked, half against her mouth as he stroked her sides.
“I had a revelation of your…possible interest.” That seemed a very tactful way of saying it. And she had to stop herself from squirming. “I’d been hoping for a while.”
“A good revelation, and very true,” he said, his lips curling a bit. And an eyebrow rose. “Before or after you asked me to move in?”
“Before. But I didn’t think it mattered because I didn’t think you were into me!”
“Why?” Zhou Mi asked, clearly mystified.
She mumbled it into his collar because she was too embarrassed to say it to his face, and he was gasping with laughter seconds later.
“Then that’s why you came out in the towel…? Sungmin!”
She just groaned and let him rock her back and forth. They were going to have a very long talk about why he hadn’t said anything either. But hopefully at the point where she could look him in the eye without blushing.
“Are you going on a date with me then?” she grumbled and his kiss told her in no uncertain terms that it was a yes.
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Prompt: coley haaiii!!! jonghyun/mimi brotp, fluff, like long-time-no-see kinda feel to it? thanks! xD
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He was stealthy, like a tiger. No, really, even if someone would have laughed at him, Zhou Mi could blend in. He’d had his entrance planned for days, knew what chairs to avoid, where to step, where to press against the wall.
And he still got caught halfway there, but it was kind of wroth it because when Jonghyun caught sight of him his mouth fell open and he leaped up, and then they were smacking each other on the back and rocking each other back and forth with not one comprehensible word between them.
“It’s been-“
“Forever!” Zhou Mi finished for him and he push his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders and shook him a bit, holding him back so he could get a good look.
Okay, so maybe it had been a couple of weeks, or maybe just a bit longer, but it had felt like longer, especially when it still felt like they were going to see each other when they went home.
“How’s it look?” Jonghyun asked, touching his hair.
“You really want to know?”
And Jonghyun punched him in the shoulder.
“We need to put a leash on you.”
Zhou Mi scoffed at him, but smiled as Jonghyun launched into a speech about how it was finally time for them to work together. It really was. And Jonghyun just leaned in when Zhou Mi put his arm over Jonghyun’s shoulder. The people he missed were precious to him.
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Prompt: fluffy henhae based on the picture donghae posted today. pretty please? :)
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“Come back to bed,” Henry mumbled.
Or, Donghae thought that was what he mumbled.
“The picture is good! Hey, is this English right?”
Henry squinted at the phone and Donghae wasn’t sure if he was going to trust him with it anyway but Henry took it from him and typed in some more and Donghae figured it was close enough.
“Cute,” Donghae said, and posted it.
“Cute,” Henry repeated him, lifting up the end of the blanket like it was going to get Donghae to crawl underneath of it.
“Wake up, Henry!” Donghae crowed, and Henry flopped back dramatically.
“Hey,” Henry said, tensing as Donghae reached for the blanket. Who would win, was the question. Age, or youth. Or maybe beauty. He wasn’t sure how that went. But the shout ad ensuing tug of war did get Henry out of the bed.
“I’m going to buy you breakfast,” Donghae promised, panting against the small of Henry’s back where they’d fallen as though dead onto the floor. He heard no response for a second, though Henry still had the blanket clutched, so maybe-
“Breakfast would be okay,” Henry said, sounding extra grumpy for all that his face in the picture had been happy.
Henry yelped as Donghae spanked him, but it did get him onto his feet.
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