unbeta'd drabbles (week of july 13th)
Postings for this week are shortened for the following reasons:
so the prompts this week are:
FRIDAY (together at last at twilight time, drabble, domestic!au) ; (touch my butt, drabble, gym!au)
title: together at last at twilight time
length: drabble (542w)
pairing: chen/lay
rating: G
genre: domestic!au
a/n: inspiried by yixing's unbuttoned shirt 140718 and somewhat agitated look. also, is whiskey on the rocks a legit drink or did i make that up?
~~~
yixing’s had a long day and all he wants when he walks in the door of the two bedroom apartment is whisky
on the rocks and arms wrapped around his waist as his husband’s melodic voice tells him how his day was.
so when yixing walks into the apartment that is nearly pitch black, save for a single lamp lit in bedroom and the light over the stove, he is more or less agitated.
“jongdae…?” he calls out, loosening his tie. he pads over to the breakfast bar, setting his briefcase and suit jacket on one of the chairs. he takes off his tie and lays it with his other things. “jongdae?” he calls again, still no answer.
yixing unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt, it had been hot on the subway ride home despite the hi-tech air cooling systems. technology had its days, and today was not one of them. rolling up his sleeves, he thinks of where his husband could be.
usually jongdae is there with his drink when he walks in the door. they recently adopted a two-year-old and jongdae vowed to be the stay-at-home-dad no matter how much yixing rejected the idea.
he leaves the kitchen area, following the faint stream of light from the hallway. he checks the bathroom, their bedroom, and then finally the spare bedroom (which jongdae had transformed into a nursery upon their approval to adopt).
“jongdae?” yixing stage whispers before peeking into the room. he looks around the room, eyes focusing on the cloud lamp illuminating the room slightly before catching sight of jongdae asleep next to the little one’s crib.
jongdae has literally fallen asleep sitting next to the crib, singing the feisty little tyke of theirs to sleep. his body is draped over the side of the crib almost, arms hanging down into the crib, torso pressed against the outside of it.
yixing’s stress literally melts from his body upon seeing the sight. jongdae’s head is lolled onto his shoulder slightly, and yixing thinks that jongdae looks so peaceful when he’s asleep.
slowly, softly, carefully, yixing creeps into the bedroom, careful to mind the spots where the wood flooring creaks slightly. he presses a kiss to jongdae’s cheek. he waits for jongdae to stir, but when he doesn’t, yixing takes the initiative to pick up jongdae, holding him princess style.
jongdae’s not all that heavy, but he’s certainly not all the light either. yixing is thankful for his continued efforts at the gym because otherwise carrying jongdae into bed would be near impossible right now.
finally when he sets jongdae down on their bed, the man stirs, eyes blinking open.
“oh, xing…” yixing looks over his shoulder as he unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off.
“mm?” he muses as he shucks off his dress pants and slips on a pair of sweatpants.
“welcome home~” jongdae says sleepily with a stupid sleepy grin on his face. yixing jumps into bed and waits for jongdae to snuggle up against him.
“i’m home..” he whispers as he drifts off into sleep.
of course sleep doesn’t last long when you have a two year old suffering from night terrors.
“let me, you sleep.” yixing says, grabbing the robe before shuffling out of the bedroom.
~~~
title: touch my butt, my butt
length: drabble (503w)
pairing: chen/lay
genre: gym!au, slight crack
rating: PG
a/n: i filled this in like 15 minutes, don't expect quality stuff when im rushing to actually try and do this drabble thing
~~~
jongdae had signed up for a gym program solely out of spite. his friend, chanyeol, had commented that he was look really scrawny and was never gonna be single forever unless he started looking like a man.
and to chanyeol, looking like a man meant well-chiseled muscles.
jongdae had some but not like..okay he was kind of scrawny, but he did really feel unmanly until chanyeol had mentioned it the other day with sandwich half-chewed in his mouth, not even bothering to cover his mouth. disgusting.
so jongdae finds himself lost at the gym, staring at all the different torture devices-er, muscle building equipment after warming up on the treadmill in the cardio room. he’s brought back to reality when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. he turns, and catches sight of the person who tapped him.
“you look lost, need some guidance?”
“uh…”
“im just going to say yes, you do need help.”
“uh…”
“my name is zhang yixing and i’m a personal trainer.”
“uh…”
“interesting. okay so you’ve warmed up a bit, as i can tell, how about we make it an arms day?”
“uh…”
jongdae doesn’t know why but he comes back the next day. and the next. and the next. and soon two months pass and yixing’s finally stopped calling him uh.
one day yixing makes him do squats, and squats, and squats, and eventually when he’s covered in sweat he turns to yixing, exasperated look on his face.
“what?”
“what good are these squats, seriously?”
“oh. uh…”
“i thought we went over this, my name’s jongdae.”
“no, uh…hmm…well the squats really work the lower part of your body, and help maximize your booty game and power thighs.”
“did you just-”
“5 more reps jongdae.” yixing spits out, cutting off jongdae’s question.
yixing doesn’t know it, but jongdae’s caught him staring at his butt in the mirror for the past hour or so. it makes jongdae think.
jongdae comes back the next day, like usual. this time with a whole new attitude about "working out"
“i’m so sore, why did you do this to me?” he complains the second he sees yixing upon entering the gym
“uh…”
“okay i see how it is.”
“uh…”
“so tell me, is my butt really that nice to look at?”
“uh…”
“do you take pleasure in watching me sweat?”
“uh…”
“what do you like better, sushi or chinese?”
“excuse me?”
“pick one.”
“chinese.”
“great, are you free this evening, no wait i already checked you are free. let’s grab chinese after this, okay?”
“what.”
“i’ll let you touch my butt if you don’t make me do any squats today.”
“you’ve got yourself a deal!”
“and a date~” jongdae adds, blowing a kiss at his trainer.
“i guess so.” yixing mutters, setting the weight on the jongdae’s machine higher than it’s ever been before.
yixing ends up paying, because jongdae’s arms felt like jelly and he’s still very sore from the extreme squats he did the day before. yixing doesn’t mind though, because later jongdae lets yixing touch his butt and other stuff.
SATURDAY
- I spent Friday-Sunday hanging out with friends I never get to see and being forced into the Topp Dogg & BTS & GOT7 fandom
- I have like two-three prompts lined up for this week
- MY FLIGHT BACK TO BWI/DC METRO AREA GOT CANCELLED ON MONDAY
- I won't be done travelling back to DC until like 9PM so postings start on Friday (oops)
so the prompts this week are:
- gym au!Jongdae exercises a lot. Yixing likes a sweaty jongdae. Gayness ensues
- write about your AC village being invaded by giant ants (revamped slightly to make jongdae obsessed over playing ACNL on his 3DS and Yixing tries everything, even sabotaging his boyfriend's town on ACNL to get him to stop playing).
FRIDAY (together at last at twilight time, drabble, domestic!au) ; (touch my butt, drabble, gym!au)
title: together at last at twilight time
length: drabble (542w)
pairing: chen/lay
rating: G
genre: domestic!au
a/n: inspiried by yixing's unbuttoned shirt 140718 and somewhat agitated look. also, is whiskey on the rocks a legit drink or did i make that up?
~~~
yixing’s had a long day and all he wants when he walks in the door of the two bedroom apartment is whisky
on the rocks and arms wrapped around his waist as his husband’s melodic voice tells him how his day was.
so when yixing walks into the apartment that is nearly pitch black, save for a single lamp lit in bedroom and the light over the stove, he is more or less agitated.
“jongdae…?” he calls out, loosening his tie. he pads over to the breakfast bar, setting his briefcase and suit jacket on one of the chairs. he takes off his tie and lays it with his other things. “jongdae?” he calls again, still no answer.
yixing unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt, it had been hot on the subway ride home despite the hi-tech air cooling systems. technology had its days, and today was not one of them. rolling up his sleeves, he thinks of where his husband could be.
usually jongdae is there with his drink when he walks in the door. they recently adopted a two-year-old and jongdae vowed to be the stay-at-home-dad no matter how much yixing rejected the idea.
he leaves the kitchen area, following the faint stream of light from the hallway. he checks the bathroom, their bedroom, and then finally the spare bedroom (which jongdae had transformed into a nursery upon their approval to adopt).
“jongdae?” yixing stage whispers before peeking into the room. he looks around the room, eyes focusing on the cloud lamp illuminating the room slightly before catching sight of jongdae asleep next to the little one’s crib.
jongdae has literally fallen asleep sitting next to the crib, singing the feisty little tyke of theirs to sleep. his body is draped over the side of the crib almost, arms hanging down into the crib, torso pressed against the outside of it.
yixing’s stress literally melts from his body upon seeing the sight. jongdae’s head is lolled onto his shoulder slightly, and yixing thinks that jongdae looks so peaceful when he’s asleep.
slowly, softly, carefully, yixing creeps into the bedroom, careful to mind the spots where the wood flooring creaks slightly. he presses a kiss to jongdae’s cheek. he waits for jongdae to stir, but when he doesn’t, yixing takes the initiative to pick up jongdae, holding him princess style.
jongdae’s not all that heavy, but he’s certainly not all the light either. yixing is thankful for his continued efforts at the gym because otherwise carrying jongdae into bed would be near impossible right now.
finally when he sets jongdae down on their bed, the man stirs, eyes blinking open.
“oh, xing…” yixing looks over his shoulder as he unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off.
“mm?” he muses as he shucks off his dress pants and slips on a pair of sweatpants.
“welcome home~” jongdae says sleepily with a stupid sleepy grin on his face. yixing jumps into bed and waits for jongdae to snuggle up against him.
“i’m home..” he whispers as he drifts off into sleep.
of course sleep doesn’t last long when you have a two year old suffering from night terrors.
“let me, you sleep.” yixing says, grabbing the robe before shuffling out of the bedroom.
~~~
title: touch my butt, my butt
length: drabble (503w)
pairing: chen/lay
genre: gym!au, slight crack
rating: PG
a/n: i filled this in like 15 minutes, don't expect quality stuff when im rushing to actually try and do this drabble thing
~~~
jongdae had signed up for a gym program solely out of spite. his friend, chanyeol, had commented that he was look really scrawny and was never gonna be single forever unless he started looking like a man.
and to chanyeol, looking like a man meant well-chiseled muscles.
jongdae had some but not like..okay he was kind of scrawny, but he did really feel unmanly until chanyeol had mentioned it the other day with sandwich half-chewed in his mouth, not even bothering to cover his mouth. disgusting.
so jongdae finds himself lost at the gym, staring at all the different torture devices-er, muscle building equipment after warming up on the treadmill in the cardio room. he’s brought back to reality when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. he turns, and catches sight of the person who tapped him.
“you look lost, need some guidance?”
“uh…”
“im just going to say yes, you do need help.”
“uh…”
“my name is zhang yixing and i’m a personal trainer.”
“uh…”
“interesting. okay so you’ve warmed up a bit, as i can tell, how about we make it an arms day?”
“uh…”
jongdae doesn’t know why but he comes back the next day. and the next. and the next. and soon two months pass and yixing’s finally stopped calling him uh.
one day yixing makes him do squats, and squats, and squats, and eventually when he’s covered in sweat he turns to yixing, exasperated look on his face.
“what?”
“what good are these squats, seriously?”
“oh. uh…”
“i thought we went over this, my name’s jongdae.”
“no, uh…hmm…well the squats really work the lower part of your body, and help maximize your booty game and power thighs.”
“did you just-”
“5 more reps jongdae.” yixing spits out, cutting off jongdae’s question.
yixing doesn’t know it, but jongdae’s caught him staring at his butt in the mirror for the past hour or so. it makes jongdae think.
jongdae comes back the next day, like usual. this time with a whole new attitude about "working out"
“i’m so sore, why did you do this to me?” he complains the second he sees yixing upon entering the gym
“uh…”
“okay i see how it is.”
“uh…”
“so tell me, is my butt really that nice to look at?”
“uh…”
“do you take pleasure in watching me sweat?”
“uh…”
“what do you like better, sushi or chinese?”
“excuse me?”
“pick one.”
“chinese.”
“great, are you free this evening, no wait i already checked you are free. let’s grab chinese after this, okay?”
“what.”
“i’ll let you touch my butt if you don’t make me do any squats today.”
“you’ve got yourself a deal!”
“and a date~” jongdae adds, blowing a kiss at his trainer.
“i guess so.” yixing mutters, setting the weight on the jongdae’s machine higher than it’s ever been before.
yixing ends up paying, because jongdae’s arms felt like jelly and he’s still very sore from the extreme squats he did the day before. yixing doesn’t mind though, because later jongdae lets yixing touch his butt and other stuff.
SATURDAY