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Genre: Drabble, Smut, AU
Summary: Kibum gets a surprise but a feisty yet check blond first thing in the morning.
Pairing: JongKey /Rated M
Word Count: 1,200
Side Note: This was based off of taemeow and nipplesxoxo's interesting twitter conversation they had the other day. They came up with the entire plot, and then I agreed to writing this cute lil story. Hope you guys enjoy!
If you'd like~
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jongtae Word Count: ~1.4 k Summary: The kiss marks on his torso may have been put there by a stamp, but he’s going to enlist a little bit of help in their removal. [Inspired by The Wizard concert, because damn.]
Basically, I made a livejournal for all my fanfics (meaning: scenarios will stay a tumblr thing, I’m just moving my fics elsewhere). I’ll link them to this blog when I update, though! I hope you enjoy~
uhm, minkey, bus ride? or minkey on their honeymoon ( kibum complaining just about anything and everything and its up to minho to shut him up? ) or or or minho as a werewolf and key a vampire, secretly dating lmfao idek
so I combined two of your ideas and this is the result.
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“Is… this seat taken?”
The first thing Kibum notices about the guy is the way his low voice is almost caressing. It’s deep in all the right ways and makes him feel like he’s bound to melt into the floor.
The second thing doesn’t hit him until he looks up and takes a deep breath.
His scent.
!! I did a little gasp at the end because I love this idea so much. I love your little touches of humor n worldbuilding, the territorial country brethren and immediate attraction just YEAH this is awesome all around.
jongyu fantasy au, please~ jinki keeps a 10cm jonghyun in his pocket.
So i interpreted this as faerie!Jjong I hope that’s okay.
"Where the hell…"
Jonghyun watches from his seat in the spider web, casually finishing off his eight legged meal as Jinki shuffles things around looking for his glasses. The glasses currently sitting on top of his forgetful head. Jonghyun flaps his iridescent wings and flutters down, deciding to take pity on the poor human and landing right in his hair.
Getting this in just before midnight!! >:D
Drabble a Day | Prompt Me!
The university library closes early before holiday weekends, which is kind of not awesome. Jonghyun’s got a stack of midterm papers to write. He also has a bottle of painkillers, twelve encouraging texts from Minho laden with emoji, and two extra-super-grande-whatever sized coffees. He can do this. Maybe.
Anatomy is not his strong suit, even with the handful of practice he’s had on underclassmen this year — though that was mostly in the dark, so it probably doesn’t count, he thinks with a frown. He’s got his shoes off, hair mussed, and he’s seriously considering unbuttoning his jeans. Hell, give it another hour and he’ll be adjusting his unseemly bits. No one’s in his corner of the library anyway. The empty table he’s got to himself is proof enough of that. He can hear the aircon whistle through the shelves and he’s pretty sure he saw a giant crumpled-paper tumbleweed roll through twenty minutes ago.
He’s looking out the huge window behind his chair, watching a duck waddle around the “Pond for Peace” (whatever that means), somewhere in the range of two hours and forty-seven minutes into his cram session. Maybe Jinki wouldn’t mind coming down to help him. Jinki finished his papers early, because he’s a smug honors student and he doesn’t have the amazing commitment Jonghyun does to pizza or 90s television reruns. Anyway, he’s distracting himself pretty well when he hears a throat clear in front of him — behind him? He is looking over his shoulder — followed by a weak half-cough.
It's Jonghyun's birthday. It's supposed to be a happy day, but Taemin's absence has been taking a toll on him. Will Taemin's gift be able to make up for his time away?
(2574 words)
A/N: This is my fist time ever writing for other, and I promise that I'll do better in the future! Also I'd like to thank all of the cuties who followed my blog before I even wrote anything, it means alot, Also a special thanks to fleckle for always cheering me on to write, I love you~
Night 112.
Every night had been the same for Jonghyun—restless. Between his insomnia and Onew’s late-night phone calls from Key, Taemin’s absence just made his nights worse for him. Jonghyun lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, what was Taemin doing? Was he okay? The thoughts of Taemin in danger made Jonghyun’s stomach twist in knots, making sleeping a difficult task. He grabbed his phone, checking his messages, ‘0 messages’. Still no word from the man who claimed to “love” him.
It had been 3 dreadful months, since Taemin had been away in Japan for an internship, and it had been taking a toll on him. It had felt like someone pierced a dagger into his heart, but never pulled it out, just kept twisting. All Jonghyun needed was re-assurance of Taemin’s safety.
Although Jonghyun’s birthday was tomorrow he was anxious as hell. Taemin had said he’d plan something special for them, and knowing Taemin—that could be anything. His breaths became faster. “What if he isn’t okay?” his troubled chatter was followed by a tear. He hadn’t shed one in months, but when it came to Taemin and his traveling— Jonghyun was an emotional wreck.
Jonghyun got up from his bed, tip-toeing down the hall to the kitchen. The marble under his feet was ice-cold, but not as cold as the bed he slept alone in. He grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch—Taemin’s favorite. He ate the cereal without milk, exactly like he would’ve if Taemin was sitting right beside him. It felt like he was missing his other half when Taemin wasn’t around. Jonghyun ate in silence, lonely cries echoing throughout the stuffy apartment.
Yet again I prove I can’t keep things to drabble length. Thanks for prompting, anon, I hope you like it (:
Drabble a Day | Prompt Me!
“Do you want to meet my dragon?”
Jonghyun pauses with his teeth millimeters from Jinki’s neck, hands in his hair, Jinki panting between him and the tree they’ve shoved themselves against. “What?”
“It’s — you know. It’s been a while, us. Maybe it’s time.”
Jonghyun’s palms weave soft currents against Jinki’s neck down to rest at his shoulders. He’d almost forgotten about Jinki’s dragon, with how little he was mentioned. A few vague descriptions, complaints of a scratch or a burnt wardrobe thrown in. Maybe it was out of sensitivity to Jonghyun’s dragon-free lifestyle. Mothers with dragon allergies really put a cramp in one’s reptilian options. (She’d offered him a plain old consolation sheep once. He’d politely refused.)
“What’s his name again?” he asks, lips still a warm centimeter from Jinki’s adam’s apple, his tongue slipping out to trace its edges.
“Taemin.” Jinki shudders and steers their hips together, hands on Jonghyun’s waist, pushing forward until the wool of their tunics catches in the friction. Jonghyun pulls back and Jinki’s mouth kisses over his cheeks, his chin, his lips.
“Ah, yes,” he says, distracted. “Taemin. Sounds great. I like dragons. Yeah, good.” Jinki smiles tentatively. Jonghyun wisely ignores the “I hope so” that he whispers as he straightens their clothes before they head back to the village.
title: that’s not my name pairing: jongkey rating: pg-13 description: So Jonghyun’s really fucking cute and all, but with his arrogant personality, Kibum just knows he’s not his type.
Thank you so much, you’re really sweet & adorable! I hope you like it! Technically this is longer than a drabble, oops.
(centripetal: moving or tending to move toward a center.)
Challenge | Prompt me!
Taemin can’t pinpoint the exact moment; it was somewhere between Jonghyun’s knobby adolescent knees and the taste of dust in his mouth, skin cracking from the white-blistered sun in the local vacant lot. Somewhere in there his stomach had thumped and fallen to the whirlwind monster of ill-fated romance.
Jonghyun used to play baseball with the older boys. He was a black hole of a shortstop and even worse in the outfield, but they kept him around for his King Kong impressions and the cookies his mom made. Even at nine years old Taemin had known, had recited to himself at night that Jonghyun’s name was the only one worth memorizing. He snuck in to sit by the back lot fence and rack up small mountains of fawn-colored dirt in the pockets of his shorts and elastic waistbands. His nighttime baths were cleansing rituals; he just never got fully clean. Jonghyun stayed like a bug in the pit of his belly.
Each baseball game watched was another tally mark on his private scoresheet, and perhaps, Taemin thinks, this is why none of his high school endeavors have borne more than chaste kisses and sour grapes. He’s been ruined from the start.
Jinki is a bunny breeder and he needs some new hay, but only gets distracted by the petshop salesman Jonghyun in the process of buying it. (2013 words)
Every morning, still scruffy and half asleep, Jinki would fix himself a steaming hot mug of tea and settle down to read the news on his phone in the bunny room, letting the rabbits out of their hutches to roam around the room for a while. It had been his study a few years ago but he had converted it as soon as he had twenty of the little fellows, his hoard growing and growing until he had upwards of a hundred. It wasn’t a collection, he would stress to his friends and family, it was his livelihood. Rabbits were always in demand, and even though none of his rabbits were sold in shops (they all seemed to have a fairly plentiful stock) a lot of people came over to his house to buy them independently. It was generally cheaper and he helped them out as much as he could, and he supposed it was more personal, he knew all of the bunnies so he could give the new owners all of the advice that they could possibly need.
They usually came and sat on him as he caught up on the news, taking sips of his tea as they gathered on his lap. By the time he finished he usually had at least ten little bunnies crammed onto his legs, their little nails making quiet scratching noises on the laminate flooring.
Leaning over to his right, Jinki tugged the rabbit food bag a little closer, the bunnies hopping off of his lap excitedly, knowing what was to come. Some crowded around their food bowls, making it very difficult for Jinki scoop in their food for the day, some of it landing on the tops of other bunnies’ heads, then dropping off onto the floor. He stood, bundling their water bottles in his arms to take them to the kitchen, clambering over the makeshift anti-bunny fence he had built across the entrance to the bunny room.
Instead, he focuses on his magic, gathering light at the end of his fingers to illuminate the interior of the library. He gasps at the sight, fear forgotten — shelves stretch from floor to ceiling, one between each of the towering windows. They’re filled with books, scrolls,…
Okay firstly this was a super cute prompt so thank you, anon. It’s also really involved so um you kinda got a full oneshot out of this! And here is where I thank the lovely shitfics for being helpful and awesome uwu
Title: Cavity Search Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin Rating: PG-13 Length: 2,502 words
Taemin’s heavier than he looks. Jonghyun’s got a lap full of proof — undulating, horny, young male proof — gyrating on him and kissing up the side of his neck with skittish lips. There’s a rush of force between their hips and Taemin’s just making it worse, his quick movements drawing Jonghyun’s breath out in ragged pants that rebound from the walls of the empty apartment. Jonghyun doesn’t worry about the neighbors hearing anymore. They should be used to it by now.
“Hold on — shit — hold on,” he breathes, trying to wedge himself away from Taemin’s hands and the way they wind into his hair, looking for control. “I’ve got food on the stove.”
“Hyung, I don’t really care about the soup right now,” Taemin answers. “Let it burn.”
