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Wrote this for the Crossover Contest on a whim... Didn't win anything...
Also, I still exist? Barely... School really fricking took it out of me this year...
Enjoy, I guess?
Tablo/Eunhyuk
R
Angsty
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Nanowrimo
So. I was totally gonna do Nanowrimo this year, then I realized college work made that impossible. So I didn't even try. But then last night I couldn't sleep and I realized something- it's Thanksgiving Break. So there is nobody on my college campus except me and like three other people I don't know. So Saturday I have absolutely no obligations to ( Read more... ) -
FAILZZZ
Okay. So. I'm cleaning out my folders on my computer and I find a bunch of unfinished fics. I'm sure I had lovely lovely ideas for these once upon a time, but for the majority I have ABSOLUTELY no idea where the fuck I was going with them. A couple are obviously ones I started for the 100 fic challenge- regrets, cake, overworked- the others, I have ( Read more... ) -
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kwoooooopi one-hour fic challenge
Round Five:
Theme: mpreg, Catch: no assembly required
"A Simple Question", no pairing, PG-13, 1133 words
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(The setting is a small kitchen, cluttered and cramped but very clean. The lighting is dim, with the pinkish glow of a morning sun filtering through the closed window. There is a low table, covered with a myriad of papers and half-filled glasses. An empty bottle of soju sits on the counter among boxes of food and appliances. The sink is filled ( Read more... ) -
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“Hyung? Hyung, I’m cold…”
Yehsung tried to ignore Donghae’s voice, and the fingertips dancing lightly on his collarbone.
“So cold, hyung…”
Cold palms suddenly splayed against his bare chest. Yehsung yelped and struggled to sit up, eyes adjusting quickly to the dark room. “Jesus, Hae, your hands are fucking ( Read more... ) -
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52. Cake
(Donghae/Sungmin)
PG
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Sungmin is nearly asleep on the couch when he feels the sudden pressure of somebody sitting on his stomach. His eyes snap open, ready to shout and kick and generally bitch at whomever it is, but then Donghae’s eager, smiling face fills his vision and he can’t help but sigh and smile back.
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