updates + drabbles
sigh, so i’m sad i missed like, the main bulk of kpfw 9.0, but i did do some things near the end of the meme, which was nice.
responses to comments on my unanon:
anon 1: sdgsdgsdf waylt. you are too cute and that portmanteau, i don’t even :') ahhh i am not. :[ ty for thinking so though ;;
anon 2: you’re very welcome, bby :) it was something fun to do for you.
scylladakylla: so you should write speed skater slash too :'D i have a feeling you’d do great things with it~
lovelyable: HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW DID YOU KNOW WHY AM I SO OBVIOUS :(
jandi: YES I DID ;; neither of you were on so i was like i guess i’ll try to write something? idk it’s kind of bad but i edited it, a little bit. >__> and I WILL TRY, I WILL I WILL, it is coming around slowly ;;
saengie: ........ omg you are into ohno/celski sdfgsdgdsgffds!! excite excite ♥ pls2b writing them, you are amazing ;__; really really reaaally.
oh yeah, and i was the anon on one of the earlier pages of the meme (before the challenges when it was supah slow) who pulled an all nighter to finish her hw. i’m pleased to announce that i actually did finish it all (at least, before the class in which certain hw was due) but i was so so dead at school. sigh, i think my sleeping patterns are back to normal now, hopefully.
anyway, here is a bunch of stuff that i tried to rework so that it was postable:
yb/top for a qt anon. pg.
Youngbae’s face is a mask of badly hidden exhaustion and pain, eyes puffy from lack of sleep and the pencil in his hand gripped with enormous pressure, almost as if he wants to snap it in half with the force exerted. Seunghyun stands in the doorway to the studio with a cup of coffee and a sheaf of new paper, surveying the scene with narrowed eyes. He knocks on the wood as a preamble, and Youngbae turns to look at him wearily, beckoning him inside with the wave of a drooping hand.
Seunghyun sets the paper cup on the table and sits down on a desk chair next to him, chin propped up with his palms. He says nothing, just looks at him for a while and then plucks the pencil out of his hand, sets it firmly on the table.
“What?” Youngbae protests, reaching for the writing utensil. Seunghyun just heaves him up by the arms, and with little effort, manages to maneuver him onto the small cot in the room, sitting down next to him.
“I can’t afford to rest, hyung,” he says, trying to get up again, but Seunghyun catches his wrist and yanks him back down, and he half-falls half-sits onto the soft fabric. “I have to work on the solo album, it’s coming out soon. Okay, so there’s not really a set date but…” he trails off and exhales harshly, running a hand through his short hair.
Seunghyun rests a gentle hand on the small of his back and that’s all it takes for him to start crying, tears of frustration pushing at the backs of his eyes. He curls up into a ball against Seunghyun’s arm and babbles about how all his plans, everything he’d wanted to do, were disappearing, as if some force had been specifically designed to hinder the songs, his album. How he was scared, angry that maybe there wasn’t going to be a solo album anymore, that the lyrics and beats and line transitions he’d spent countless nights on were just going to go to waste in the end.
At some point, Youngbae falls off into fitful sleep, shifting against the material of the cot. Seunghyun grabs a grimy blanket and places it over him; he doesn’t know why, but he stays, murmurs vague nothings into Youngbae’s ear every time he tosses and turns.
prompt, 15-minute challenge 20. ohno/celski. nc17 basically >__>
Apolo’s in the bathroom next door and he’s singing off key, probably using the showerhead as a mic, when John wakes up tangled in the sheets with what might be the most agonizing hard-on in his entire life. Shit, shit, he thinks, because he knows where this is going to lead.
There’s a crick in his neck where it twisted oddly to the side in the middle of the night and it tastes like something’s died in his mouth, but Apolo’s moaning out lyrics like there’s no tomorrow, and even though it’s perhaps the least sexy thing in the world, he slips his hand under the covers and starts jerking off.
His fingers curl around the base of his cock and he eases into a rhythm, pumping up and down until the pain starts bleeding in to mix with the pleasure, the pressure in the pit of his stomach building up with each stroke. Sometimes he thinks Apolo does this on purpose, drives him crazy just so he’ll have to masturbate. But then Apolo never mentions it and their easy companionship continues on, and John tries to make himself forget about it-until it happens again.
Apolo must’ve slipped in the tub because a painful grunt floats out of the bathroom; John’s hand speeds up, gasping into the morning air as he pulls at his dick. When he comes, it’s fast and hard, and he bites his bottom lip to keep from making any sound.
He lies back against the pillow and tries to calm his breathing down, wonders how the hell he’s going to explain the semen on the sheets when Apolo gets out of the shower.
prompt, 15-minute challenge 21. ohno/celski. pg.
used:
I just wanted you to know the person that I am
More than any other of your fans
I will love you for a thousand years
Yours truly
They’re playing pool and just relaxing in the lounge tonight, Olympic village awash with lights and color and laughter and sound. Here, the drama from the rink doesn’t enter, doesn’t sully the potential friendships and relationships that stem from such companionship, and here, they’re just normal people: normal people listening to their iPods and skiing on WiiFit instead of real snow, normal people without a care or worry in the world.
John watches Apolo sink another solid into a corner pocket, crowing in success as he takes shot after shot. He smiles so hard it hurts, the scene in front of him unfolding in all its glory; Shani holds his cue gingerly, as if it’s going to suddenly grow a head and attack him, and Evan regards the green felt with that intense concentration he usually reserves for figure skating.
Apolo, of course, is in his element despite the lack of ice, and John can’t help but stare at the fluid movement of his muscles, the way he handles the cue and jerks it at the end whenever he goes for a shot, the mean grin on his face whenever the others groan at the way he’s taking over the table. Patrick gives him a beseeching look, one that pleads him to control the other speed skater who’s on a giddy rampage to victory. He just shakes his head and laughs, throws his head back so far that his neck’s exposed. It’s funny how something so simple can be so effective in taking away the ills of the past and replacing them with memories that will last them a lifetime.
He keeps watching the game until Apolo finally gets number eight in and cheers obnoxiously for himself; the others sigh when he immediately starts setting up the balls for another match, sending each other knowing glances. Apolo shoots him a secret smile that makes something in his chest skip a beat. Wanna play? someone asks him, waving a Wii controller in front of his face, but then the next song on shuffle comes up, some old indie single from back in the day when he was missing Seattle like hell and couldn’t fall asleep in warm California. He politely refuses, content to just lean back into the leather of the sofa and watch the cue ball break through the perfect triangle on the other end of the table, music in his ears and heart overflowing at the seams.
John swears he’ll probably still be watching Apolo when they’re old and gray and all of this is behind them, and it’s the cheesiest thing ever but truthfully, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
i really didn’t want to make any of them overly sappy because idk, i always get the feeling people in real life don’t act like that (or if they do something happens and then awkwardness ensues :') teehee.) but really, i feel like anwuya’s wip has made me… get a feel for their dynamic a lot better? btw, you are awesome bby, never change ♥
and lol i somehow found a bunch of people i know irl who also think j.r. is the cutest thing to walk this earth so. :'D happy happy joy joy.
SO I GOT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY THAT SAID I’VE GOTTEN A FULL SCHOLARSHIP + 1500 USD PER SEMESTER ~LEISURE SPENDING MONEY~ + 1000 USD PER SEMESTER FOR PAYING ON-CAMPUS RENT @ UTD. guh, i am so torn because it is my safety of all safeties but dnw to get out of college with massive debts to pay off. gdi, i swear, the other colleges i’m applying to better give me money because ;___; like i said, dnw debt. and also jr is going to berkeley so i have to get in i have to i have to. jk but seriously, i want to spend the next four years of my life at a place that’s best for me, so if this is my best offer then i’ll definitely have to consider it. come oooooooon ucla and cal and stanford and princeton and sdfg;lsjfdgkjdf. /incoherency.
wow this post is all over the place, i’m sorry flist + stalkers de mon journal. actually now that i mention it, i hope you all decide to friend me someday :[ ♥!
responses to comments on my unanon:
anon 1: sdgsdgsdf waylt. you are too cute and that portmanteau, i don’t even :') ahhh i am not. :[ ty for thinking so though ;;
anon 2: you’re very welcome, bby :) it was something fun to do for you.
scylladakylla: so you should write speed skater slash too :'D i have a feeling you’d do great things with it~
lovelyable: HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW DID YOU KNOW WHY AM I SO OBVIOUS :(
jandi: YES I DID ;; neither of you were on so i was like i guess i’ll try to write something? idk it’s kind of bad but i edited it, a little bit. >__> and I WILL TRY, I WILL I WILL, it is coming around slowly ;;
saengie: ........ omg you are into ohno/celski sdfgsdgdsgffds!! excite excite ♥ pls2b writing them, you are amazing ;__; really really reaaally.
oh yeah, and i was the anon on one of the earlier pages of the meme (before the challenges when it was supah slow) who pulled an all nighter to finish her hw. i’m pleased to announce that i actually did finish it all (at least, before the class in which certain hw was due) but i was so so dead at school. sigh, i think my sleeping patterns are back to normal now, hopefully.
anyway, here is a bunch of stuff that i tried to rework so that it was postable:
yb/top for a qt anon. pg.
Youngbae’s face is a mask of badly hidden exhaustion and pain, eyes puffy from lack of sleep and the pencil in his hand gripped with enormous pressure, almost as if he wants to snap it in half with the force exerted. Seunghyun stands in the doorway to the studio with a cup of coffee and a sheaf of new paper, surveying the scene with narrowed eyes. He knocks on the wood as a preamble, and Youngbae turns to look at him wearily, beckoning him inside with the wave of a drooping hand.
Seunghyun sets the paper cup on the table and sits down on a desk chair next to him, chin propped up with his palms. He says nothing, just looks at him for a while and then plucks the pencil out of his hand, sets it firmly on the table.
“What?” Youngbae protests, reaching for the writing utensil. Seunghyun just heaves him up by the arms, and with little effort, manages to maneuver him onto the small cot in the room, sitting down next to him.
“I can’t afford to rest, hyung,” he says, trying to get up again, but Seunghyun catches his wrist and yanks him back down, and he half-falls half-sits onto the soft fabric. “I have to work on the solo album, it’s coming out soon. Okay, so there’s not really a set date but…” he trails off and exhales harshly, running a hand through his short hair.
Seunghyun rests a gentle hand on the small of his back and that’s all it takes for him to start crying, tears of frustration pushing at the backs of his eyes. He curls up into a ball against Seunghyun’s arm and babbles about how all his plans, everything he’d wanted to do, were disappearing, as if some force had been specifically designed to hinder the songs, his album. How he was scared, angry that maybe there wasn’t going to be a solo album anymore, that the lyrics and beats and line transitions he’d spent countless nights on were just going to go to waste in the end.
At some point, Youngbae falls off into fitful sleep, shifting against the material of the cot. Seunghyun grabs a grimy blanket and places it over him; he doesn’t know why, but he stays, murmurs vague nothings into Youngbae’s ear every time he tosses and turns.
prompt, 15-minute challenge 20. ohno/celski. nc17 basically >__>
Apolo’s in the bathroom next door and he’s singing off key, probably using the showerhead as a mic, when John wakes up tangled in the sheets with what might be the most agonizing hard-on in his entire life. Shit, shit, he thinks, because he knows where this is going to lead.
There’s a crick in his neck where it twisted oddly to the side in the middle of the night and it tastes like something’s died in his mouth, but Apolo’s moaning out lyrics like there’s no tomorrow, and even though it’s perhaps the least sexy thing in the world, he slips his hand under the covers and starts jerking off.
His fingers curl around the base of his cock and he eases into a rhythm, pumping up and down until the pain starts bleeding in to mix with the pleasure, the pressure in the pit of his stomach building up with each stroke. Sometimes he thinks Apolo does this on purpose, drives him crazy just so he’ll have to masturbate. But then Apolo never mentions it and their easy companionship continues on, and John tries to make himself forget about it-until it happens again.
Apolo must’ve slipped in the tub because a painful grunt floats out of the bathroom; John’s hand speeds up, gasping into the morning air as he pulls at his dick. When he comes, it’s fast and hard, and he bites his bottom lip to keep from making any sound.
He lies back against the pillow and tries to calm his breathing down, wonders how the hell he’s going to explain the semen on the sheets when Apolo gets out of the shower.
prompt, 15-minute challenge 21. ohno/celski. pg.
used:
I just wanted you to know the person that I am
More than any other of your fans
I will love you for a thousand years
Yours truly
They’re playing pool and just relaxing in the lounge tonight, Olympic village awash with lights and color and laughter and sound. Here, the drama from the rink doesn’t enter, doesn’t sully the potential friendships and relationships that stem from such companionship, and here, they’re just normal people: normal people listening to their iPods and skiing on WiiFit instead of real snow, normal people without a care or worry in the world.
John watches Apolo sink another solid into a corner pocket, crowing in success as he takes shot after shot. He smiles so hard it hurts, the scene in front of him unfolding in all its glory; Shani holds his cue gingerly, as if it’s going to suddenly grow a head and attack him, and Evan regards the green felt with that intense concentration he usually reserves for figure skating.
Apolo, of course, is in his element despite the lack of ice, and John can’t help but stare at the fluid movement of his muscles, the way he handles the cue and jerks it at the end whenever he goes for a shot, the mean grin on his face whenever the others groan at the way he’s taking over the table. Patrick gives him a beseeching look, one that pleads him to control the other speed skater who’s on a giddy rampage to victory. He just shakes his head and laughs, throws his head back so far that his neck’s exposed. It’s funny how something so simple can be so effective in taking away the ills of the past and replacing them with memories that will last them a lifetime.
He keeps watching the game until Apolo finally gets number eight in and cheers obnoxiously for himself; the others sigh when he immediately starts setting up the balls for another match, sending each other knowing glances. Apolo shoots him a secret smile that makes something in his chest skip a beat. Wanna play? someone asks him, waving a Wii controller in front of his face, but then the next song on shuffle comes up, some old indie single from back in the day when he was missing Seattle like hell and couldn’t fall asleep in warm California. He politely refuses, content to just lean back into the leather of the sofa and watch the cue ball break through the perfect triangle on the other end of the table, music in his ears and heart overflowing at the seams.
John swears he’ll probably still be watching Apolo when they’re old and gray and all of this is behind them, and it’s the cheesiest thing ever but truthfully, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
i really didn’t want to make any of them overly sappy because idk, i always get the feeling people in real life don’t act like that (or if they do something happens and then awkwardness ensues :') teehee.) but really, i feel like anwuya’s wip has made me… get a feel for their dynamic a lot better? btw, you are awesome bby, never change ♥
and lol i somehow found a bunch of people i know irl who also think j.r. is the cutest thing to walk this earth so. :'D happy happy joy joy.
SO I GOT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY THAT SAID I’VE GOTTEN A FULL SCHOLARSHIP + 1500 USD PER SEMESTER ~LEISURE SPENDING MONEY~ + 1000 USD PER SEMESTER FOR PAYING ON-CAMPUS RENT @ UTD. guh, i am so torn because it is my safety of all safeties but dnw to get out of college with massive debts to pay off. gdi, i swear, the other colleges i’m applying to better give me money because ;___; like i said, dnw debt. and also jr is going to berkeley so i have to get in i have to i have to. jk but seriously, i want to spend the next four years of my life at a place that’s best for me, so if this is my best offer then i’ll definitely have to consider it. come oooooooon ucla and cal and stanford and princeton and sdfg;lsjfdgkjdf. /incoherency.
wow this post is all over the place, i’m sorry flist + stalkers de mon journal. actually now that i mention it, i hope you all decide to friend me someday :[ ♥!