ichigo-flavour asked:

Could you write a WooMyungYeol fic, where the Au is Catboy? Is that an Au? Anyways, cheers! xo

Woohyun swears Myungsoo is out to get him.

“He shredded my work shirts!” He yells, holding the blue and white dress shirts in front of Sungyeol, each one with huge gashes torn into them.

“Those were atrocious anyways,” says Sungyeol, running his fingers through Myungsoo’s hair as the boy curls around him, a mischievous smile on his face that catches Woohyun’s eyes. “Besides, I’m sure it was an accident.”

“He did it on purpose, Yeol! Why do you always take his side—”

“He’s just a kitten,” Sungyeol defends as Myungsoo purrs softly into his side, watching Woohyun fume over the closeness of the two. His tail sways softly in amusement and Sungyeol coos into his hair. Woohyun groans very loudly.

Myungsoo is definitely out to get him.

wonwoos-carat-blog asked:

;;; myungyeol - one cannot let go of the other's death and drives himself insane, thinking the other has never left

It’s the mundane things that keep Myungsoo trapped.

Waking up to make Sungyeol coffee. Pressing a sticky note with a heart drawn on it into the front of Sungyeol’s wallet. Texting him sappy endearments while at work. Dropping by his office to pick him up on the way home. Leaning his head against his shoulder as they sit in front of the television watching late night game shows.

In response to his affections all he receives is silence. A shaky looking Sungyeol with a pulse beating far too strongly in comparison to Myungsoo’s deathly still one.

“You need to let him go,” Sunggyu will tell him, looking sad and worried for his friend. Sungyeol shoots him a look.

“But he isn’t gone.”

Sungyeol had only done this as a means to surprise Woohyun. The cake batter all over the ceiling with overly sweet whipped cream laying in melted puddles beneath their feet was not exactly how he had imagined it to go. It was cute though, according to the other who began to start a flour fight with Sungyeol, only making the kitchen into even more of a disastrous hell hole that would have to be cleaned right away before any stains set.

They had wound up kissing, Woohyun peppering Sungyeol with kisses sweeter than the whipped cream, licking the curve of his jaw as Sungyeol shuddered in his arms.

It was all going swimmingly well until Woohyun had slipped on a banana peel that Sungyeol had left carelessly on the floor and they spent that anniversary in the E.R.

That morning Howon wakes up facing Sunggyu, who in turn screams upon the discovery. Sungjong is staring blankly at a wall and Dongwoo is giving death glares to Sunggyu who won’t stop panicking. Myungsoo seems to be his usual self, laughing hysterically aside from the fact that he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his body.

They’re all arguing in what Howon discovers is Woohyun’s room (he also discovers that he is Woohyun and did they switch souls or something because that can’t be right, Howon doesn’t have a—) before Sunggyu is back to screeching and they all rush to the kitchen to find Sungyeol and Howon (his body at least) sprawled on the tiled floor making out.

(Later on when they all get back into their real bodies, Howon has the distinct taste of Sungyeol in his mouth but he keeps that to himself.)

you and i are like oil and water by streimel. sungyeol is a hot lifeguard who rescues gyu!! gyu is truly a piece of work in this one, i love it.

dayglo fingers by chanyeolanda. this one is just cute and pretty and reminds me of kontrol mv.

cloudy with a chance of christmas by tagavaka. this was my first gyuyeol fic!! gyu gets matching christmas hair with yeol who saves christmas ;u; 

“There’s no one around,” Sungyeol whispers in a low and husky voice, a grin playing across his lips. “Be as loud as you want.” 

Sunggyu snarls at him, but Sungyeol is the face of innocence, kissing him insistently as his hand trails through his hair, the other stroking him, long fingers curled around his erection. They’re in the library, of all places, after hours when Sunggyu is still cleaning up and Sungyeol’s just finished with his shift at the cafe. There really isn’t anyone around, but Sunggyu still has the need to tell Sungyeol to shush, even though he’s the one letting out a string of loud and obscene noises. 

Sungyeol gets him off in the science fiction section, book corners pressing into Sunggyu’s back, but he doesn’t really mind, just as long as they don’t make a mess of what he’s just cleaned before Sungyeol had barged in. 

For good measure, Sungyeol kisses him again, lips becoming red and blown out, before he leans back, smiling smugly. “That’s for ignoring me when I waved earlier today.” 

If this is punishment, Sunggyu briefly wonders what the opposite would be. 

Yukwon doesn’t know how he got here, but he’s most definitely standing over a half beaten Jiho, streaks of red running down the side of his face. It’s absurd, the lengths Jiho will go to just to have a tighter hold on Yukwon, to cling and claim him. Yukwon isn’t his to claim though, not when Jiho disappears for days at a time, weeks even, without so much as calling to inform the other that he’s still alive and well. 

“I did it,” Jiho mumbles with a bloody smile, a tooth is missing. 

He doesn’t have to ask what it is exactly that Jiho’s done, he’s known for a while now, the jealousy in the other always so prominent and just at the tip of his brow. Jiho has most undoubtedly gone to confront Taeil, to pull Yukwon out of the drug ring he’s been swept up in since meeting the other. 

“You’re fucking stupid,” he says under his breath, sighing as he drags Jiho into his lap, carding a gentle hand into his hair. 

wonwoos-carat-blog asked:

I cant wait to die of feels! XD Anyways, Myungyeol murderer au, obsessively in love with each other.

“You know,” starts Myungsoo, eyeing the jar of putrid yellow liquid sitting on top of the dresser. “We could just sell body parts instead.” 

“That’s disgusting,” Sungyeol responds and slips his coat off, the leather hitting the ground with a soft thump, speckles of blood splattering. “I couldn’t even dissect a frog in high school.” 

Myungsoo lets out a breathy laugh, a sight of mockery before him as he steps carefully over the still warm corpse that Sungyeol just moments ago was gutting, gushes of blood still flowing from his mind. He wraps loose arms around Sungyeol’s shoulders, the other is still covered in dark scarlet, staining his clothes and even deeper into his skin. He presses a firm kiss to the right temple of Sungyeol’s head, it’s like delivering a bullet to it’s target. “Wanna go get coffee?” he asks off-handedly, standing upright to brush stray particles away from his shirt. 

There’s a only a slight nod from Sungyeol, he’s still glancing downwards at his work of art, most likely storing the images away. Without looking up, he raises his hand and Myungsoo tangles their fingers together helping Sungyeol up to his feet. There’s almost something possessive with the way Sungyeol leads the other out of there, the smell of death and iron still heavy in their noses, but they leave, they walk out as if nothing has happened. The two are wrapped up in each other, no one else matters, nothing else is there but Myungsoo and Sungyeol.