↓ {002} never ending.
my old fanfictions from copulatedlove .
who knew the worlds could be conquered by a simple smile?
dbsk; au - future.
changmin, yoochun.
yunho, junsu.
thought it up during 20 free minutes after history.
had to write it down really quickly before bed.
can be read without being familiar to the fandom.
from early 2009.
'what they both know, what they all know, what they don't know.'
'what they both know, what they all know, what they don't know.' jaechun.
pg. (it's good at the start and goes to shit at the end was trying a new style of writing...)
from early 2009.
proud shamed movements of our souls.
super junior. angst. death. insanty. cheating.
bathroom tiles - siwon hankyung.
same old thing - yehsung eeteuk
pretend - donghae anyone.
from 2007 and early 8.
bouts and pouts of a poetic twin soul (?)
very very small drabbles. jaechun, general, OCs, from me to you.
from 2009.
mixed-tapes from copulatedlove .
from soul to soul...
for siamois.
maniaticus bipolaris.
for siamois.
art from copulatedlove .
both of them had rushed into the room, jaejoong somehow managing to get them both down to the essentials before yoochun even hit the covers of his loves bed.
jaechun for bulgocrazyi
kyujong for x_fei
.
Jinki didn't think it was funny, not when he had had a mouth full of blood and half his teeth broken this morning, no... he really didn't find it funny at all. Yet there was Jonghyun with his eye smile and headache-inducing laughter, tears gathering from the barking laughter. He had first been worried, showering Jinki with love like Jinki had expected him to. Then after a couple of minutes, now knowing just how he had broken all his teeth. Jonghyun would not shut the fuck about it. Jinki only calmed down once he felt the love showering back on him pecks and nuzzles (to maintain his good mood, he chose to ignore just why jonghyun wanted him to get better).
onhyun for hyeya
.
hankyung for sejitonix.
cameron and dallas - oc. for siamois.
placebo - this picture
truth is, i never wanted to get better. i never knew there was something wrong. my father was like this, my mother was like this... my grandparents were probably like this (who knows? i never met them). it's been 10 years of love, he never loved me back... not really anyways. we were never together, i'm his best friend, that guy he sleeps around with when he is drunk enough, or pressured enough... or lonely enough. i own one photo, only one. it's of us, standing against a green background, half smiling and looking anywhere but the camera. we must've been 18 or 17 at that time, near graduation. it's summer because he isn't wearing a shirt and i've started to hurt myself all over again. we haven't changed much, it's been 4 years since we took that. i hate that photo, i hate it. his old boyfriend took it. dallas has that look in his eyes, dimmed and loving, i've never gotten that, not like that. i have this... stupid look to me, forced happiness and eyes bruised from the lack of sleep, drugs still in my system. i was always cold, wearing woolen sweaters in damp seattle summer. that smile of mine, it's supposed to be possesive. i'm claiming him mine when his head is turned away, staring at another. i hate that photo, it sums up who we are, what we've been... what we'll always be. that's him, half there, half really not; that's me, always there, lying to myself, falling inlove with someone who never really fully cares. i hate it because you can read me so easily, that love, that possesion, those experiences, the drugs the doctors tried to kill me with... you can see the bruises and knife marks, you can see everything i've been and will always be. i hate this picture, it's the only one i can see when i miss him, it's the sole image i have of his face. it's ruined with the past, ruined with my memories. i hate that photo, because it's the only memory i can carry around physically anymore. i hate that picture because i burnt it this morning, along with my bed, i miss that picture because it was dallas as he was, dallas without the problems, dallas happy, dallas without me, the reminder that he doesn't need me, he's never needed me. the reminder that his eyes are bruised because of me, that edge he has there, i gave it to him. that corrupt air, it's my fault, i degraded him. i hate that picture because i miss it, just like i miss him. just like i miss being 17 and being fucked into the matress actually believing that he loved me, that's why he continued to thrust even if his boyfriend was in the other room. i hate that picture because it was the last image i'll see of him, because i'm leaving now. because i'll never see him again, because it's over. because i'm leaving, because i love him, because he doesn't and i can't stand it anymore.
cameron.
cameron - oc.
Eisley - Telescope eyes
who knew the worlds could be conquered by a simple smile?
dbsk; au - future.
changmin, yoochun.
yunho, junsu.
thought it up during 20 free minutes after history.
had to write it down really quickly before bed.
can be read without being familiar to the fandom.
from early 2009.
'what they both know, what they all know, what they don't know.'
'what they both know, what they all know, what they don't know.' jaechun.
pg. (it's good at the start and goes to shit at the end was trying a new style of writing...)
from early 2009.
proud shamed movements of our souls.
super junior. angst. death. insanty. cheating.
bathroom tiles - siwon hankyung.
same old thing - yehsung eeteuk
pretend - donghae anyone.
from 2007 and early 8.
bouts and pouts of a poetic twin soul (?)
very very small drabbles. jaechun, general, OCs, from me to you.
from 2009.
mixed-tapes from copulatedlove .
from soul to soul...
for siamois.
maniaticus bipolaris.
for siamois.
art from copulatedlove .
both of them had rushed into the room, jaejoong somehow managing to get them both down to the essentials before yoochun even hit the covers of his loves bed.
jaechun for bulgocrazyi
kyujong for x_fei
.
Jinki didn't think it was funny, not when he had had a mouth full of blood and half his teeth broken this morning, no... he really didn't find it funny at all. Yet there was Jonghyun with his eye smile and headache-inducing laughter, tears gathering from the barking laughter. He had first been worried, showering Jinki with love like Jinki had expected him to. Then after a couple of minutes, now knowing just how he had broken all his teeth. Jonghyun would not shut the fuck about it. Jinki only calmed down once he felt the love showering back on him pecks and nuzzles (to maintain his good mood, he chose to ignore just why jonghyun wanted him to get better).
onhyun for hyeya
.
hankyung for sejitonix.
cameron and dallas - oc. for siamois.
placebo - this picture
truth is, i never wanted to get better. i never knew there was something wrong. my father was like this, my mother was like this... my grandparents were probably like this (who knows? i never met them). it's been 10 years of love, he never loved me back... not really anyways. we were never together, i'm his best friend, that guy he sleeps around with when he is drunk enough, or pressured enough... or lonely enough. i own one photo, only one. it's of us, standing against a green background, half smiling and looking anywhere but the camera. we must've been 18 or 17 at that time, near graduation. it's summer because he isn't wearing a shirt and i've started to hurt myself all over again. we haven't changed much, it's been 4 years since we took that. i hate that photo, i hate it. his old boyfriend took it. dallas has that look in his eyes, dimmed and loving, i've never gotten that, not like that. i have this... stupid look to me, forced happiness and eyes bruised from the lack of sleep, drugs still in my system. i was always cold, wearing woolen sweaters in damp seattle summer. that smile of mine, it's supposed to be possesive. i'm claiming him mine when his head is turned away, staring at another. i hate that photo, it sums up who we are, what we've been... what we'll always be. that's him, half there, half really not; that's me, always there, lying to myself, falling inlove with someone who never really fully cares. i hate it because you can read me so easily, that love, that possesion, those experiences, the drugs the doctors tried to kill me with... you can see the bruises and knife marks, you can see everything i've been and will always be. i hate this picture, it's the only one i can see when i miss him, it's the sole image i have of his face. it's ruined with the past, ruined with my memories. i hate that photo, because it's the only memory i can carry around physically anymore. i hate that picture because i burnt it this morning, along with my bed, i miss that picture because it was dallas as he was, dallas without the problems, dallas happy, dallas without me, the reminder that he doesn't need me, he's never needed me. the reminder that his eyes are bruised because of me, that edge he has there, i gave it to him. that corrupt air, it's my fault, i degraded him. i hate that picture because i miss it, just like i miss him. just like i miss being 17 and being fucked into the matress actually believing that he loved me, that's why he continued to thrust even if his boyfriend was in the other room. i hate that picture because it was the last image i'll see of him, because i'm leaving now. because i'll never see him again, because it's over. because i'm leaving, because i love him, because he doesn't and i can't stand it anymore.
cameron.
cameron - oc.
Eisley - Telescope eyes