Announcement + Recs Oct 23- Oct 29, 2011
Happy Sunday! Here's your weekly does of fic recs. But before that, we have some announcements.
1. Schedule Changes: shinierthanthou will now be updated biweekly. This means we'll update with fic recs every 2 weeks. We're trying to diversify our recs from now on, hence the change. As always, leave a comment with your suggestions, or feel free to PM us.
2. New Twitter: Can't wait 2 weeks for your fic recs? Follow us on our twitter feed. Our twitter will be updated multiple times per week. Fic recs now come in fun, bite sized pieces.
3. Biweekly Author Spotlights: Starting next week, the mods will begin featuring authors that we like. Hopefully, this will bring more awareness to the many talents we have in fandom.
Anyways! Enough chit chat. Let's get reading
despicable you and me / jongyu
by lense
May 2008 and they're debuting, all big grins and silly smiles. Fast forward to three years after and they're in a foreign land, the same old group, but this time wearing awkward smiles, shoulders low and hunched from fatigue. Jinki remembers all the feeling around and short-lived laughter from three years back, the space between him and Jonghyun conveniently filled by Taemin during interviews and performances, conveniently filled with low humming and chuckling when they're all alone in the room and giggling against each other's skin.
lie to me / tofuho
by bullwolf
"Partner in crime, then?" Jinki mutters, thinking out loud.
Kyuhyun nods, shaking his finger. "Precisely. Our job is to get a name from Porter. Alright? Jonghyun can come with Jessica and me to the holding cell. Jinki, you and Minho will start going through fan mail together - try and find something that sticks out, something code-like. We're thinking that they're communicating through letters somehow."
Jinki tries to protest his disapproval at working with the new guy, but he's shut up when Kyuhyun reminds him that they're both new, and while they need experience, they can hardly walk into the interrogation room on a case like this yet.
Minho just nods silently.
Well fuck, Jinki thinks.
line / minkey
by kantamu
Minho falls in love first.
It's easier that way, the categorization, timelines, neat divisions of you go here and you, you go there. He respects his father and his brother is everything he will never be. Jinki is the leader, Jonghyun is someone who will eat his pudding if he doesn't get to it first, Kibum is everything he is not, and Taemin is still young.
there are three types of guys out there / jongkey
by lunathunderhead
“Shh, let’s get you to bed,” Key says, and it takes a few tries for Jonghyun to get to his feet, but when he does, Key slides their fingers together and pulls him down the hallway. Jonghyun makes a royal racket by running straight into the clothes rack (he can’t see without his contacts to save his life), but in the end, gets into his bed without much circumstance.
when this love i give you isn't enough / jongyu
by rudyard
Jinki gives this watery smile, lips sealed, anything but toothy. He knows if he opens his mouth, he won’t be able to stop himself. He won’t be able to put the pieces back together for himself like he usually does. He has run out of super glue and out of time and the wounds on his wrist are from him wearing his heart on his sleeve.
where the river goes / tofuho
by bullwolf
Jinki finds Minho under the weeping willow with The Picture of Dorian Gray spread open with patient fingers. He puffs some warm air into his fingers to get the blood flowing again. It's nearing winter now which, for Southern Georgia, is incomparable to the weather back in the Midwest, but it still bites in the mornings, leaves breath misting and fogs glass. Jinki takes the thin woolen gloves out of his pocket and offers them to Minho upon sitting down.
Minho smiles, marking his page with an earmark, and slips the gloves on. He wiggles his fingers appreciatively, looking over at Jinki with lowered lashes and hooded eyes. And then he leans over with a hand braced on Jinki's thigh and kisses his cheek. It's dry and chaste, but it sparks fireworks all over Jinki's body.
you're my homebro / het!jongkey
by lunathunderhead
Jinki is twenty-three, engaged, and has his own worries to tend to when Gwiboon tugs on his shirt and says, “Oppa,” in a voice worthy of a kitten left in the rain.
“What,” Jinki (he tries not to) snaps as he calculates taxes, trying to hold three different six-figure numbers in his head long enough to punch into his calculator. “What’s wrong.” He half regrets returning home for the holidays, because that’s all his parents ask him to do.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What.”
“I think I like someone.”
Jinki chokes on his own spit and has to spend thirty seconds coughing his respiratory system out before he manages a, “Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah.” Gwiboon waits for a better answer.
“So…” Jinki says. “What do you think he thinks about you?”
“He’s really mean to me,” Gwiboon says, pouting.
“Positively horrible?” Jinki says.
“Yeah,” she replies.
“Is it Jonghyun,” Jinki asks flatly.
1. Schedule Changes: shinierthanthou will now be updated biweekly. This means we'll update with fic recs every 2 weeks. We're trying to diversify our recs from now on, hence the change. As always, leave a comment with your suggestions, or feel free to PM us.
2. New Twitter: Can't wait 2 weeks for your fic recs? Follow us on our twitter feed. Our twitter will be updated multiple times per week. Fic recs now come in fun, bite sized pieces.
3. Biweekly Author Spotlights: Starting next week, the mods will begin featuring authors that we like. Hopefully, this will bring more awareness to the many talents we have in fandom.
Anyways! Enough chit chat. Let's get reading
despicable you and me / jongyu
by lense
May 2008 and they're debuting, all big grins and silly smiles. Fast forward to three years after and they're in a foreign land, the same old group, but this time wearing awkward smiles, shoulders low and hunched from fatigue. Jinki remembers all the feeling around and short-lived laughter from three years back, the space between him and Jonghyun conveniently filled by Taemin during interviews and performances, conveniently filled with low humming and chuckling when they're all alone in the room and giggling against each other's skin.
lie to me / tofuho
by bullwolf
"Partner in crime, then?" Jinki mutters, thinking out loud.
Kyuhyun nods, shaking his finger. "Precisely. Our job is to get a name from Porter. Alright? Jonghyun can come with Jessica and me to the holding cell. Jinki, you and Minho will start going through fan mail together - try and find something that sticks out, something code-like. We're thinking that they're communicating through letters somehow."
Jinki tries to protest his disapproval at working with the new guy, but he's shut up when Kyuhyun reminds him that they're both new, and while they need experience, they can hardly walk into the interrogation room on a case like this yet.
Minho just nods silently.
Well fuck, Jinki thinks.
line / minkey
by kantamu
Minho falls in love first.
It's easier that way, the categorization, timelines, neat divisions of you go here and you, you go there. He respects his father and his brother is everything he will never be. Jinki is the leader, Jonghyun is someone who will eat his pudding if he doesn't get to it first, Kibum is everything he is not, and Taemin is still young.
there are three types of guys out there / jongkey
by lunathunderhead
“Shh, let’s get you to bed,” Key says, and it takes a few tries for Jonghyun to get to his feet, but when he does, Key slides their fingers together and pulls him down the hallway. Jonghyun makes a royal racket by running straight into the clothes rack (he can’t see without his contacts to save his life), but in the end, gets into his bed without much circumstance.
when this love i give you isn't enough / jongyu
by rudyard
Jinki gives this watery smile, lips sealed, anything but toothy. He knows if he opens his mouth, he won’t be able to stop himself. He won’t be able to put the pieces back together for himself like he usually does. He has run out of super glue and out of time and the wounds on his wrist are from him wearing his heart on his sleeve.
where the river goes / tofuho
by bullwolf
Jinki finds Minho under the weeping willow with The Picture of Dorian Gray spread open with patient fingers. He puffs some warm air into his fingers to get the blood flowing again. It's nearing winter now which, for Southern Georgia, is incomparable to the weather back in the Midwest, but it still bites in the mornings, leaves breath misting and fogs glass. Jinki takes the thin woolen gloves out of his pocket and offers them to Minho upon sitting down.
Minho smiles, marking his page with an earmark, and slips the gloves on. He wiggles his fingers appreciatively, looking over at Jinki with lowered lashes and hooded eyes. And then he leans over with a hand braced on Jinki's thigh and kisses his cheek. It's dry and chaste, but it sparks fireworks all over Jinki's body.
you're my homebro / het!jongkey
by lunathunderhead
Jinki is twenty-three, engaged, and has his own worries to tend to when Gwiboon tugs on his shirt and says, “Oppa,” in a voice worthy of a kitten left in the rain.
“What,” Jinki (he tries not to) snaps as he calculates taxes, trying to hold three different six-figure numbers in his head long enough to punch into his calculator. “What’s wrong.” He half regrets returning home for the holidays, because that’s all his parents ask him to do.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What.”
“I think I like someone.”
Jinki chokes on his own spit and has to spend thirty seconds coughing his respiratory system out before he manages a, “Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah.” Gwiboon waits for a better answer.
“So…” Jinki says. “What do you think he thinks about you?”
“He’s really mean to me,” Gwiboon says, pouting.
“Positively horrible?” Jinki says.
“Yeah,” she replies.
“Is it Jonghyun,” Jinki asks flatly.