wip dump!
happy new years! hopefully this post will remind me of things i need to finish ): because i need to finish them. sometime soon. ):
to do list:
-jongyu dreamsex (what even -_-)
-taekey vampire
-onkey at the park
-jongyu synesthesia
-onjongkey raging fic
-jongtae prince of persia
-onkey, jongyu, jongho, idek shinee don fic
-onkey computer shop
-jongtae ghost fic
-jongyu dreamworld fic
-2386102789 other wips too lazy to list ):
jonghyun/onew; r; ....mindsex?
inspired from this
Jonghyun nods, not particularly paying attention to whatever Jinki is talking about.
“ - at which point Taemin was like ‘just get it done with,’ but you know, it’s more complicated than that, and so I had to go and - “
He takes a sip of his water, attempting to remember how he got onto this topic. It started out with how boring music awards are, to Gayoon’s dress, to how ugly their own suits look, and somewhere down the line he stopped listening, opting to just drink his water bottle and stare at Jinki. The more he stares, the less he pays attention, but he gives the older man a smirk every now and then, watching Jinki shift uncomfortably and then rambling on about something else that’s happened.
Before long he’s completely zoned out, not bothering with anything he’s saying, instead just watching the ways his eyes flutter every time he forgets a detail and needs to rewind the whole story. He smiles bigger and laughs nervously every time, and his lips are slightly wet from every time he bites his bottom lip, waiting for a response. He likes the way his teeth tugs on them, and slightly wonders what his reaction would be if it were Jonghyun’s teeth, with his tongue down Jinki’s throat, and hands at his back. He thinks about how Jinki would feel under him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, writhing underneath him helplessly. He can almost hear Jinki’s moans ringing in his ears, and Jonghyun has to cross his legs and put an elbow on his knee to show Jinki that he’s still somewhat listening, and to hide something he’d rather not Jinki see now.
“Wait, hyung, what was that last part?” Jonghyun asks absentmindedly, and is surprised at how hoarse his own voice sounds. He pounds on his chest a bit, and coughs, hoping that Jinki will brush it off as his throat acting up.
“I was talking about how Minho helped Taemin with homework, except didn’t help, because he got everything wrong too. Remember yesterday?”
“Oh,” Jonghyun says. “Right. Yeah, I remember.”
He doesn’t remember.
What he does remember though, is Taemin shoving his schoolwork into a shirtless Jinki’s face who had just come out of the shower.
Jonghyun vaguely recalls staring at his abs, wondering how his tongue would feel against the hard muscle, how his fingers would trail along the indents in his stomach, how Jinki would shudder and involuntarily buck his hips upwards. Jonghyun would smirk then, and lightly drag his fingers up his hip bones, listening to Jinki whimper.
onew/key/jonghyun; pg-13; raging fic idk ):
Despite his small frame and delicate features, Kibum packs a lot of hidden strength. This Jinki realizes once he’s down on the floor, clutching at his cheek. He looks up at Kibum, who’s standing above him, huffing and glaring down at Jinki like he’s something insignificant.
“Don’t talk to me as if you know what I’m going through,” Kibum snarls, and it’s the tone of voice that really makes Jinki shrink away in fear. “You know nothing,” Kibum snaps, and walks out of the room with rushed steps, like he doesn’t want to be in the same space as Jinki, breathe in the same space as Jinki.
He sits down there, curled in a ball against the door, not moving, not speaking. He takes deep breaths, and tries to clear his mind and start all over. There has to be something he did wrong, something that he can just go back and fix. Like in a math equation, you can just go back and erase the step you did wrong, change the minus sign into a plus and redo the problem correctly.
Life is no math equation, he thinks miserably as he hears footsteps somewhere in the background. They come closer and closer to Jinki, until he hears them stop, and Jinki knows they’re standing a couple of feet away from where he is. They start again, and Jinki doesn’t even realize he’s sobbing until someone’s hand is patting his back, and watching him carefully.
He picks his head up a bit, and looks to see Jonghyun staring at him with a questioning expression.
“Why do I always screw things up?” he asks, and hiccups in between, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You don’t,” Jonghyun says, and grabs Jinki’s hand. “He’s just not used to people like you. It upsets him.”
onew/key; g; computer shop au
for pause, you whore ):
THIS FIC HAS BEEN K.O.'D
taemin/key; g; vampire fic idek
“You don’t look like a vampire,” Kibum states, eyeing Taemin’s fangs. Taemin laughs, not bothering to cover his teeth, which freaks Kibum out a little, because if he’s not careful, that could be in his throat in a split second.
“No, I don’t,” he replies, looking down at his clothes. “Yeah,” he confirms, “pastel skinny jeans and t-shirts aren’t very vampire-y.”
He knows this may possibly be the most ridiculous thing he’s going to ever ask in his life, but he says anyways - “Can you sparkle?”
Taemin pauses, and turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “If I wear body glitter, sure?”
onew/key; g; date at the park
.....scylladakylla's long overdue birthday fic that still isn't finished ;____; I WILL FINISH BY YOUR HALF BIRTHDAY. hopefully.
There’s something about the way Jinki smiled when he had agreed to go with him to the park that made Kibum suspicious - the shuffling of his feet, the nervous, the uncoordinated body movement. But here they are, in the park a couple blocks down from their dorm. He could easily just walk back by himself, but Kibum’s slightly worried about what would happen to the idiot who’s currently chasing all the geese away.
“Doesn’t that get boring after a while?” Kibum asks when Jinki comes jogging back, panting and laughing.
Jinki puts his hands on his hips, taking deep breaths. “I suppose it does, but I guess ‘a while’ hasn’t passed yet.”
“Clearly,” Kibum frowns, watching Jinki eye the ducks.
Jinki looks at him. “You should try,” he says, grabbing his wrist. “I doubt you’re having fun watching me.”
“Of course I am,” Kibum rolls his eyes. “I’m having the time of my li-”
Jinki starts to run again, dragging Kibum along, shouting and screaming random obscene phrases, turning into laughter as he sees the geese’s faces go from mild disinterest to surprise, until they’re all flying away. It is kind of funny.
“You,” Kibum says, “are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” Jinki just laughs at him, hand reaching over to brush a piece of a leaf out of his hair. “Are you really twenty? You’re definitely like, still a fetus or something.”
“Come,” Jinki says, ignoring him. He grabs his wrist again. “Let’s go on the swings.”
“But there’s only one proper swing,” Kibum protests, looking at the swing set. There’s only one baby swing, and one proper swing. “What kind of swing set only has one swing?”
“The really small one next to our dorm?” Jinki tries, laughing when Kibum goes to hit him. “I don’t know. Race you?”
“Sure.”
Jinki grins. “Okayonetwothreego!” he yells, bolting though the grass.
Kibum runs off after him, screaming. “Hey, I wasn’t ready yet!”
Jinki reaches the swing first, plopping down on the seat and smiling brightly at a Kibum who points a finger at him accusingly.
“You cheated,” Kibum frowns. “I totally deserve that seat. I want to sit.”
“You still can?”
“Yeah, I still can. If you get off.”
“No, no.” Jinki tugs Kibum forward, turning him around and pulling him onto his lap. “This works too,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around Kibum’s waist.
Kibum gives him an incredulous look. “Was this your whole scheme or something? Get me on your lap?”
“Not really,” Jinki shrugs. “I kinda thought it up when I sat down. But you could take it that way, if you want. And hey, my lap is comfortable.”
“It’s because you have fat thighs.”
Jinki looks scandalized. “I do not have fat thighs!”
Kibum starts laughing. “You have fat thighs! Onew, the first male idol deemed to have honey thighs.” He finds this incredibly hilarious, and doubles over laughing.
Jinki attempts to tighten his grip around Kibum in time, but fails, resulting in two boys on the ground. Jinki groans, sitting up, before the back of the swing meets his head and he gets knocked over again. Kibum finds this even funnier and shrieks with laughter, slapping Jinki on the back.
“Why do you have such a violent way of laughing,” Jinki sniffs, grabbing the swing and hoisting himself up. He lends his hand to Kibum, who grabs it and helps himself stand up.
“I do not have a violent way of laughing,” Kibum snaps, dusting his pants off. “You’re too soft.”
“Like tofu?” he tries.
Kibum pauses, thinking about saying something that might’ve been rather offending, but instead his gaze softens, and a small smile plays across his lips. “Yeah,” he says. “Like tofu.”
Jinki beams, mentally screams in his head: Onew 1, Key 0.
“Stop smiling,” Kibum snaps again, turning his head quickly. “You could blind someone. Anyways, let’s go somewhere.”
“Somewhere?” Jinki laughs. “The park is basically swings, slide, geese, and more geese.”
“Slides!” Kibum says quickly. “Let’s go on the slides.”
Jinki watches him stand up and walk over to the slide merely a few steps away from the swings. It’s half Kibum’s height, and when he starts climbing up the tiny kiddy ladders, Jinki is bursting out into laughter, pounding his fist on the ground.
“What?” Kibum fumes, “you were the one that wanted to go to the park, and now we’re here.”
“Nothing,” Jinki chokes out. “Nothing at all. Just. You’re like twice the size of the swing.” He gets up, and stands next to Kibum. “Want me to push you?”
“Sure,” he mumbles. “Why not.”
Jinki chuckles, before pressing his hands to Kibum’s lower back, right where his spine meets his tailbone and the next thing he knows, Kibum is screaming and he’s on the ground in a second later. A mixture of panic and confusion overcomes Jinki for a moment, then he’s realizes Kibum is laughing hysterically, despite the harsh fall on his arm.
“I - what?”
Kibum wipes tears out of the side of his eyes. “I’m just. Really ticklish - don’t get any thoughts,” Kibum snaps when Jinki starts snickering.
He holds his hand out for Kibum to grab, who takes it reluctantly and pulls himself up. The second he’s back on his feet, Jinki runs a finger down Kibum’s back, snorting in laughter as he watches the boy shudder and then shriek.
jonghyun/taemin; pg-13; prince of persia au
“Prince Taemin, we’ve arrived at the Republic of Arabia. Your father requests that you prepare yourself for meeting the king and the vizier.”
“Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Yes, Prince.”
The shuffling of footsteps tells Taemin that he’s alone now, and so he takes off his face veil, sighing. He shakes his head, letting his hair fall on his shoulders lightly. Their caravan has stopped in Arabia for some important meeting with his father and the king. He doesn’t even know what it’s about, but since he’s the son, he’s required to be there. The king’s vizier is said to be around his age, so Taemin is slightly relieved. He walks out of his tent into the desert land, walking towards his father’s tent.
“Father? Are you there?”
“Taemin, come. We were just about to leave for the palace. Are you ready?”
“Yes, father.”
It takes about an hour to reach the palace, and another half an hour for greetings and such. Taemin does see the vizier, whose name is Minho. He looks like the typical vizier, tall and skinny with the stereotypical staff, except for the fact he looks around Taemin’s age. Which is pretty cool, except for the fact he doesn’t get to talk to him because the king is smothering him with affection. The prince of Arabia also comes down later, and his name is Jonghyun.
“My apologies, father, I was in the library studying.”
The king smiles, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s perfectly fine, m’boy. The vizier was just about to show something.”
Minho smiles walking to the front of the room, in front of a figure covered in cloth. “I would like to present to the king, as a gift, the hourglass.” Someone grabs the cloth and slides it off, and an hourglass, about twenty feet tall stands.
The king is completely wowed. “Oh my,” he looks at it. “The sand. Why does it glow?”
“That would be the sands of time, your honor.” Minho smirks, “Only the Dagger of Time can open the hourglass and release the sands.” He turns towards Taemin. “I believe the caravan that has arrived has the dagger.”
Taemin fishes into his pocket and takes out what he thinks is what Minho’s talking about. He got it as a gift from someone a long time ago. He’s always thought of it as an antique, really. But it’s a good weapon; he’s killed a decent amount of people with it.
“Go on,” the king grins at him. “Open it, will you?”
Taemin nods meekly, and walks towards the hourglass. He looks at his dagger one more time before pushing the blade into the slot that looks like the dagger belongs there. It fits perfectly, and the glass shifts, until sand is pouring out from under the hourglass. It doesn’t seem that bad until he hears everyone screaming behind him.
gen; g; desktop buddy fic!
this fic has been finished!
FATALITY
to do list:
-jongyu dreamsex (what even -_-)
-taekey vampire
-onkey at the park
-jongyu synesthesia
-onjongkey raging fic
-jongtae prince of persia
-onkey, jongyu, jongho, idek shinee don fic
-onkey computer shop
-jongtae ghost fic
-jongyu dreamworld fic
-2386102789 other wips too lazy to list ):
jonghyun/onew; r; ....mindsex?
inspired from this
Jonghyun nods, not particularly paying attention to whatever Jinki is talking about.
“ - at which point Taemin was like ‘just get it done with,’ but you know, it’s more complicated than that, and so I had to go and - “
He takes a sip of his water, attempting to remember how he got onto this topic. It started out with how boring music awards are, to Gayoon’s dress, to how ugly their own suits look, and somewhere down the line he stopped listening, opting to just drink his water bottle and stare at Jinki. The more he stares, the less he pays attention, but he gives the older man a smirk every now and then, watching Jinki shift uncomfortably and then rambling on about something else that’s happened.
Before long he’s completely zoned out, not bothering with anything he’s saying, instead just watching the ways his eyes flutter every time he forgets a detail and needs to rewind the whole story. He smiles bigger and laughs nervously every time, and his lips are slightly wet from every time he bites his bottom lip, waiting for a response. He likes the way his teeth tugs on them, and slightly wonders what his reaction would be if it were Jonghyun’s teeth, with his tongue down Jinki’s throat, and hands at his back. He thinks about how Jinki would feel under him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, writhing underneath him helplessly. He can almost hear Jinki’s moans ringing in his ears, and Jonghyun has to cross his legs and put an elbow on his knee to show Jinki that he’s still somewhat listening, and to hide something he’d rather not Jinki see now.
“Wait, hyung, what was that last part?” Jonghyun asks absentmindedly, and is surprised at how hoarse his own voice sounds. He pounds on his chest a bit, and coughs, hoping that Jinki will brush it off as his throat acting up.
“I was talking about how Minho helped Taemin with homework, except didn’t help, because he got everything wrong too. Remember yesterday?”
“Oh,” Jonghyun says. “Right. Yeah, I remember.”
He doesn’t remember.
What he does remember though, is Taemin shoving his schoolwork into a shirtless Jinki’s face who had just come out of the shower.
Jonghyun vaguely recalls staring at his abs, wondering how his tongue would feel against the hard muscle, how his fingers would trail along the indents in his stomach, how Jinki would shudder and involuntarily buck his hips upwards. Jonghyun would smirk then, and lightly drag his fingers up his hip bones, listening to Jinki whimper.
onew/key/jonghyun; pg-13; raging fic idk ):
Despite his small frame and delicate features, Kibum packs a lot of hidden strength. This Jinki realizes once he’s down on the floor, clutching at his cheek. He looks up at Kibum, who’s standing above him, huffing and glaring down at Jinki like he’s something insignificant.
“Don’t talk to me as if you know what I’m going through,” Kibum snarls, and it’s the tone of voice that really makes Jinki shrink away in fear. “You know nothing,” Kibum snaps, and walks out of the room with rushed steps, like he doesn’t want to be in the same space as Jinki, breathe in the same space as Jinki.
He sits down there, curled in a ball against the door, not moving, not speaking. He takes deep breaths, and tries to clear his mind and start all over. There has to be something he did wrong, something that he can just go back and fix. Like in a math equation, you can just go back and erase the step you did wrong, change the minus sign into a plus and redo the problem correctly.
Life is no math equation, he thinks miserably as he hears footsteps somewhere in the background. They come closer and closer to Jinki, until he hears them stop, and Jinki knows they’re standing a couple of feet away from where he is. They start again, and Jinki doesn’t even realize he’s sobbing until someone’s hand is patting his back, and watching him carefully.
He picks his head up a bit, and looks to see Jonghyun staring at him with a questioning expression.
“Why do I always screw things up?” he asks, and hiccups in between, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You don’t,” Jonghyun says, and grabs Jinki’s hand. “He’s just not used to people like you. It upsets him.”
onew/key; g; computer shop au
for pause, you whore ):
THIS FIC HAS BEEN K.O.'D
taemin/key; g; vampire fic idek
“You don’t look like a vampire,” Kibum states, eyeing Taemin’s fangs. Taemin laughs, not bothering to cover his teeth, which freaks Kibum out a little, because if he’s not careful, that could be in his throat in a split second.
“No, I don’t,” he replies, looking down at his clothes. “Yeah,” he confirms, “pastel skinny jeans and t-shirts aren’t very vampire-y.”
He knows this may possibly be the most ridiculous thing he’s going to ever ask in his life, but he says anyways - “Can you sparkle?”
Taemin pauses, and turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “If I wear body glitter, sure?”
onew/key; g; date at the park
.....scylladakylla's long overdue birthday fic that still isn't finished ;____; I WILL FINISH BY YOUR HALF BIRTHDAY. hopefully.
There’s something about the way Jinki smiled when he had agreed to go with him to the park that made Kibum suspicious - the shuffling of his feet, the nervous, the uncoordinated body movement. But here they are, in the park a couple blocks down from their dorm. He could easily just walk back by himself, but Kibum’s slightly worried about what would happen to the idiot who’s currently chasing all the geese away.
“Doesn’t that get boring after a while?” Kibum asks when Jinki comes jogging back, panting and laughing.
Jinki puts his hands on his hips, taking deep breaths. “I suppose it does, but I guess ‘a while’ hasn’t passed yet.”
“Clearly,” Kibum frowns, watching Jinki eye the ducks.
Jinki looks at him. “You should try,” he says, grabbing his wrist. “I doubt you’re having fun watching me.”
“Of course I am,” Kibum rolls his eyes. “I’m having the time of my li-”
Jinki starts to run again, dragging Kibum along, shouting and screaming random obscene phrases, turning into laughter as he sees the geese’s faces go from mild disinterest to surprise, until they’re all flying away. It is kind of funny.
“You,” Kibum says, “are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” Jinki just laughs at him, hand reaching over to brush a piece of a leaf out of his hair. “Are you really twenty? You’re definitely like, still a fetus or something.”
“Come,” Jinki says, ignoring him. He grabs his wrist again. “Let’s go on the swings.”
“But there’s only one proper swing,” Kibum protests, looking at the swing set. There’s only one baby swing, and one proper swing. “What kind of swing set only has one swing?”
“The really small one next to our dorm?” Jinki tries, laughing when Kibum goes to hit him. “I don’t know. Race you?”
“Sure.”
Jinki grins. “Okayonetwothreego!” he yells, bolting though the grass.
Kibum runs off after him, screaming. “Hey, I wasn’t ready yet!”
Jinki reaches the swing first, plopping down on the seat and smiling brightly at a Kibum who points a finger at him accusingly.
“You cheated,” Kibum frowns. “I totally deserve that seat. I want to sit.”
“You still can?”
“Yeah, I still can. If you get off.”
“No, no.” Jinki tugs Kibum forward, turning him around and pulling him onto his lap. “This works too,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around Kibum’s waist.
Kibum gives him an incredulous look. “Was this your whole scheme or something? Get me on your lap?”
“Not really,” Jinki shrugs. “I kinda thought it up when I sat down. But you could take it that way, if you want. And hey, my lap is comfortable.”
“It’s because you have fat thighs.”
Jinki looks scandalized. “I do not have fat thighs!”
Kibum starts laughing. “You have fat thighs! Onew, the first male idol deemed to have honey thighs.” He finds this incredibly hilarious, and doubles over laughing.
Jinki attempts to tighten his grip around Kibum in time, but fails, resulting in two boys on the ground. Jinki groans, sitting up, before the back of the swing meets his head and he gets knocked over again. Kibum finds this even funnier and shrieks with laughter, slapping Jinki on the back.
“Why do you have such a violent way of laughing,” Jinki sniffs, grabbing the swing and hoisting himself up. He lends his hand to Kibum, who grabs it and helps himself stand up.
“I do not have a violent way of laughing,” Kibum snaps, dusting his pants off. “You’re too soft.”
“Like tofu?” he tries.
Kibum pauses, thinking about saying something that might’ve been rather offending, but instead his gaze softens, and a small smile plays across his lips. “Yeah,” he says. “Like tofu.”
Jinki beams, mentally screams in his head: Onew 1, Key 0.
“Stop smiling,” Kibum snaps again, turning his head quickly. “You could blind someone. Anyways, let’s go somewhere.”
“Somewhere?” Jinki laughs. “The park is basically swings, slide, geese, and more geese.”
“Slides!” Kibum says quickly. “Let’s go on the slides.”
Jinki watches him stand up and walk over to the slide merely a few steps away from the swings. It’s half Kibum’s height, and when he starts climbing up the tiny kiddy ladders, Jinki is bursting out into laughter, pounding his fist on the ground.
“What?” Kibum fumes, “you were the one that wanted to go to the park, and now we’re here.”
“Nothing,” Jinki chokes out. “Nothing at all. Just. You’re like twice the size of the swing.” He gets up, and stands next to Kibum. “Want me to push you?”
“Sure,” he mumbles. “Why not.”
Jinki chuckles, before pressing his hands to Kibum’s lower back, right where his spine meets his tailbone and the next thing he knows, Kibum is screaming and he’s on the ground in a second later. A mixture of panic and confusion overcomes Jinki for a moment, then he’s realizes Kibum is laughing hysterically, despite the harsh fall on his arm.
“I - what?”
Kibum wipes tears out of the side of his eyes. “I’m just. Really ticklish - don’t get any thoughts,” Kibum snaps when Jinki starts snickering.
He holds his hand out for Kibum to grab, who takes it reluctantly and pulls himself up. The second he’s back on his feet, Jinki runs a finger down Kibum’s back, snorting in laughter as he watches the boy shudder and then shriek.
jonghyun/taemin; pg-13; prince of persia au
“Prince Taemin, we’ve arrived at the Republic of Arabia. Your father requests that you prepare yourself for meeting the king and the vizier.”
“Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Yes, Prince.”
The shuffling of footsteps tells Taemin that he’s alone now, and so he takes off his face veil, sighing. He shakes his head, letting his hair fall on his shoulders lightly. Their caravan has stopped in Arabia for some important meeting with his father and the king. He doesn’t even know what it’s about, but since he’s the son, he’s required to be there. The king’s vizier is said to be around his age, so Taemin is slightly relieved. He walks out of his tent into the desert land, walking towards his father’s tent.
“Father? Are you there?”
“Taemin, come. We were just about to leave for the palace. Are you ready?”
“Yes, father.”
It takes about an hour to reach the palace, and another half an hour for greetings and such. Taemin does see the vizier, whose name is Minho. He looks like the typical vizier, tall and skinny with the stereotypical staff, except for the fact he looks around Taemin’s age. Which is pretty cool, except for the fact he doesn’t get to talk to him because the king is smothering him with affection. The prince of Arabia also comes down later, and his name is Jonghyun.
“My apologies, father, I was in the library studying.”
The king smiles, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s perfectly fine, m’boy. The vizier was just about to show something.”
Minho smiles walking to the front of the room, in front of a figure covered in cloth. “I would like to present to the king, as a gift, the hourglass.” Someone grabs the cloth and slides it off, and an hourglass, about twenty feet tall stands.
The king is completely wowed. “Oh my,” he looks at it. “The sand. Why does it glow?”
“That would be the sands of time, your honor.” Minho smirks, “Only the Dagger of Time can open the hourglass and release the sands.” He turns towards Taemin. “I believe the caravan that has arrived has the dagger.”
Taemin fishes into his pocket and takes out what he thinks is what Minho’s talking about. He got it as a gift from someone a long time ago. He’s always thought of it as an antique, really. But it’s a good weapon; he’s killed a decent amount of people with it.
“Go on,” the king grins at him. “Open it, will you?”
Taemin nods meekly, and walks towards the hourglass. He looks at his dagger one more time before pushing the blade into the slot that looks like the dagger belongs there. It fits perfectly, and the glass shifts, until sand is pouring out from under the hourglass. It doesn’t seem that bad until he hears everyone screaming behind him.
gen; g; desktop buddy fic!
this fic has been finished!
FATALITY