Super Junior 100 Fics Challenge
I have two more! Yay!
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Number finished: 3/100
#56 - Filth - Donghae/Ryeowook
Title: Uh-oh
Author: Sheepy
Rating: Um... PG-13? Sort of?
Genre: Fluff. Stupid. XD
A/N: I dont know about this one. I think I like it. I could be wrong. XDDD
"Hyung!" Ryeowook squeals in exasperation. "You're filthy"
"Yeah, I know!" Donghae's wide grin is so bright against his muddied face that Ryeowook nearly flinches. "Isn't it great?" Donghae pushes past Ryeowook and into the apartment, but doesn't get very far before Ryeowook shrieks and nearly tackles him.
"Donghae-hyung, you cant go inside like this! You'll track mud everywhere!" Donghae's grin fades a little.
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Strip." Ryeowook thinks he sees a raised eyebrow underneath the layers of mud.
"Strip?"
"Yes," Ryeowook insists with the air of a mother scolding her child, "Shoes, socks, jeans, shirts; make a pile." Donghae does as he is told, peeling off his shirt as Ryeowook wrestles his shoes off. Even underneath his shirt, Donghae is streaked with mud. "What were you doing?!"
"Making mud angels with Hyukjae." Donghae responds very matter-of-factly, resting a hand on Ryeowook's shoulder to balance himself as his first shoe is yanked off.
"Were you making them facedown?"
"Well, no. We got kind of silly and rolled around a bit. Poor mud angels..." Donghae wriggles his foot out of his other shoe.
"And where is Hyukjae-hyung?"
"Junsu came and they started getting all mushy and gooey, so I left." Donghae pops the button on his jeans and allows Ryeowook to help him tug them off. Donghae shivers and wraps his arms around himself. "What, is Eeteuk-hyung having hot-flashes again?"
"It's only cold because you're wet and nearly naked." Ryeowook scoops up the dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry. Donghae rolls his eyes and hops up and down.
"Can I come in now?"
"Yes. Go take a shower."
"I wanna take a bubble bath!" Donghae protests.
“In brown bubbles? Take a shower Donghae-hyung.”
“Then I’ll take a bubble bath!” Donghae insists.
“Why? You’ll already be clean.”
“Because bubble baths are fun! Do you want to take one with me?” Ryeowook clears his throat and looks mildly disturbed by Donghae’s suggestion as he starts the washer.
“Donghae,” Ryeowook speaks slowly, just to make sure he gets his point across, “Small children take bubble baths together.” Donghae just grins at him, unfazed, as if to say ‘so, what?’. “We are grown men Donghae,” Ryeowook points out, but Donghae continues to give him the same joyously blank look. Ryeowook sighs. He really is way too gullible for his own good. “Oh, fine.” Donghae squeaks in childish delight and drags Ryeowook toward the bathroom.
“We can make bubblemen! They’re like snowmen, but made of bubbles.”
“Yes, Donghae-hyung.”
“Blue, pink, orange, or purple?”
“What?”
“Bubble bath, what color?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re really like, three years old, stuck in the body of a twenty-one year old!”
“Oh, really?” Donghae looks up from his contemplation of colored bubble bath solution with an odd gleam in his eyes and Ryeowook gets the very distinct, sinking feeling that he shouldn't have said that.
“You’re screwed.” Hyukjae remarks idly as he reaches in and closes the door for them, Junsu cackling away in the background. Ryeowook didn’t even hear them come in. “Fairly literally.” Hyukjae adds from behind the closed door. Donghae grins wider than can possibly be natural.
“Blue, pink, orange, or purple?”
“Oh, dear.”
Please don't shoot me.
#57 - Scales - Donghae/Kyuhyun
Title: Let Me Save You
Author: Sheepy
Rating: PG
Genre: Kinda angsty. Geez, what is up with me? *beats head on desk*
A/N: Despite the angsty-ness, I think I really like this one.
#57 - Scales - Donghae/Kyuhyun
Donghae loves to listen to Kyuhyun sing, climbing scales, building new worlds out of notes: up and down and up and down and over and over again. He will rest his head in the youngest’s lap after a long, hard day, close his eyes, and for once, just listen. There is something about Kyuhyun’s voice that makes an impression on Donghae’s soul. He can feel it, can feel each note as it digs a little deeper, presses a little harder, embedding itself in his very being. He can feel them as they slowly chip away at the walls in the darkest corners of his heart, searching for his secrets, but he is not afraid because he trusts Kyuhyun with his secrets: trusts him with his soul.
Kyuhyun doesn’t ask questions when Donghae asks him to sing and curls against him, his head warm and heavy on Kyuhyun’s thigh. He does as he is asked, twirling locks of his hyung’s soft hair around his fingers. Sometimes Donghae will ask him to sing scales, nothing else. The repetition is soothing to him, Kyuhyun thinks, for these are the times that Donghae falls asleep, snoring lightly, and Kyuhyun hauls him to bed. Sometimes Donghae enjoys children’s songs: familiar, happy tunes that make him smile. Sometimes Donghae lets Kyuhyun choose what to sing and Kyuhyun always chooses carefully because if he does, he may be able to learn a little something about Donghae.
“Kyuhyun-ah, sing to me.” Donghae requests quite sadly, and this time he sits on Kyuhyun’s knees, resting his forehead against Kyuhyun’s as his eyes slide closed. “Sing a song about never-ending love and happily-ever-afters.” When Kyuhyun hesitates, he adds, “For me?” Kyuhyun does as he is told, wavers only a little when Donghae’s fingers come up to touch his face. Donghae holds Kyuhyun’s face in his hands the way one might hold a porcelain doll: carefully as not break it, mar it. Small, broken tears seep out from underneath Donghae’s closed eyelids but he is silent, listening intently. Kyuhyun runs his hands up and down Donghae’s goosebump-covered arms, pushing his sleeves up and glimpsing fresh, purple bruises that look like hands curled around Donghae’s upper arms, squeezing the life out of him. Kyuhyun traces one with a gentle finger, but doesn’t ask, just sings and sings and holds his hyung close and closer and closer still, hoping that Donghae will tell him, will let him know somehow...
I want to save you, but I don’t know how
I hope you enjoyed these! <3
Comments are crack love!
W00t!
Number finished: 3/100
#56 - Filth - Donghae/Ryeowook
Title: Uh-oh
Author: Sheepy
Rating: Um... PG-13? Sort of?
Genre: Fluff. Stupid. XD
A/N: I dont know about this one. I think I like it. I could be wrong. XDDD
"Hyung!" Ryeowook squeals in exasperation. "You're filthy"
"Yeah, I know!" Donghae's wide grin is so bright against his muddied face that Ryeowook nearly flinches. "Isn't it great?" Donghae pushes past Ryeowook and into the apartment, but doesn't get very far before Ryeowook shrieks and nearly tackles him.
"Donghae-hyung, you cant go inside like this! You'll track mud everywhere!" Donghae's grin fades a little.
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Strip." Ryeowook thinks he sees a raised eyebrow underneath the layers of mud.
"Strip?"
"Yes," Ryeowook insists with the air of a mother scolding her child, "Shoes, socks, jeans, shirts; make a pile." Donghae does as he is told, peeling off his shirt as Ryeowook wrestles his shoes off. Even underneath his shirt, Donghae is streaked with mud. "What were you doing?!"
"Making mud angels with Hyukjae." Donghae responds very matter-of-factly, resting a hand on Ryeowook's shoulder to balance himself as his first shoe is yanked off.
"Were you making them facedown?"
"Well, no. We got kind of silly and rolled around a bit. Poor mud angels..." Donghae wriggles his foot out of his other shoe.
"And where is Hyukjae-hyung?"
"Junsu came and they started getting all mushy and gooey, so I left." Donghae pops the button on his jeans and allows Ryeowook to help him tug them off. Donghae shivers and wraps his arms around himself. "What, is Eeteuk-hyung having hot-flashes again?"
"It's only cold because you're wet and nearly naked." Ryeowook scoops up the dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry. Donghae rolls his eyes and hops up and down.
"Can I come in now?"
"Yes. Go take a shower."
"I wanna take a bubble bath!" Donghae protests.
“In brown bubbles? Take a shower Donghae-hyung.”
“Then I’ll take a bubble bath!” Donghae insists.
“Why? You’ll already be clean.”
“Because bubble baths are fun! Do you want to take one with me?” Ryeowook clears his throat and looks mildly disturbed by Donghae’s suggestion as he starts the washer.
“Donghae,” Ryeowook speaks slowly, just to make sure he gets his point across, “Small children take bubble baths together.” Donghae just grins at him, unfazed, as if to say ‘so, what?’. “We are grown men Donghae,” Ryeowook points out, but Donghae continues to give him the same joyously blank look. Ryeowook sighs. He really is way too gullible for his own good. “Oh, fine.” Donghae squeaks in childish delight and drags Ryeowook toward the bathroom.
“We can make bubblemen! They’re like snowmen, but made of bubbles.”
“Yes, Donghae-hyung.”
“Blue, pink, orange, or purple?”
“What?”
“Bubble bath, what color?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re really like, three years old, stuck in the body of a twenty-one year old!”
“Oh, really?” Donghae looks up from his contemplation of colored bubble bath solution with an odd gleam in his eyes and Ryeowook gets the very distinct, sinking feeling that he shouldn't have said that.
“You’re screwed.” Hyukjae remarks idly as he reaches in and closes the door for them, Junsu cackling away in the background. Ryeowook didn’t even hear them come in. “Fairly literally.” Hyukjae adds from behind the closed door. Donghae grins wider than can possibly be natural.
“Blue, pink, orange, or purple?”
“Oh, dear.”
Please don't shoot me.
#57 - Scales - Donghae/Kyuhyun
Title: Let Me Save You
Author: Sheepy
Rating: PG
Genre: Kinda angsty. Geez, what is up with me? *beats head on desk*
A/N: Despite the angsty-ness, I think I really like this one.
#57 - Scales - Donghae/Kyuhyun
Donghae loves to listen to Kyuhyun sing, climbing scales, building new worlds out of notes: up and down and up and down and over and over again. He will rest his head in the youngest’s lap after a long, hard day, close his eyes, and for once, just listen. There is something about Kyuhyun’s voice that makes an impression on Donghae’s soul. He can feel it, can feel each note as it digs a little deeper, presses a little harder, embedding itself in his very being. He can feel them as they slowly chip away at the walls in the darkest corners of his heart, searching for his secrets, but he is not afraid because he trusts Kyuhyun with his secrets: trusts him with his soul.
Kyuhyun doesn’t ask questions when Donghae asks him to sing and curls against him, his head warm and heavy on Kyuhyun’s thigh. He does as he is asked, twirling locks of his hyung’s soft hair around his fingers. Sometimes Donghae will ask him to sing scales, nothing else. The repetition is soothing to him, Kyuhyun thinks, for these are the times that Donghae falls asleep, snoring lightly, and Kyuhyun hauls him to bed. Sometimes Donghae enjoys children’s songs: familiar, happy tunes that make him smile. Sometimes Donghae lets Kyuhyun choose what to sing and Kyuhyun always chooses carefully because if he does, he may be able to learn a little something about Donghae.
“Kyuhyun-ah, sing to me.” Donghae requests quite sadly, and this time he sits on Kyuhyun’s knees, resting his forehead against Kyuhyun’s as his eyes slide closed. “Sing a song about never-ending love and happily-ever-afters.” When Kyuhyun hesitates, he adds, “For me?” Kyuhyun does as he is told, wavers only a little when Donghae’s fingers come up to touch his face. Donghae holds Kyuhyun’s face in his hands the way one might hold a porcelain doll: carefully as not break it, mar it. Small, broken tears seep out from underneath Donghae’s closed eyelids but he is silent, listening intently. Kyuhyun runs his hands up and down Donghae’s goosebump-covered arms, pushing his sleeves up and glimpsing fresh, purple bruises that look like hands curled around Donghae’s upper arms, squeezing the life out of him. Kyuhyun traces one with a gentle finger, but doesn’t ask, just sings and sings and holds his hyung close and closer and closer still, hoping that Donghae will tell him, will let him know somehow...
I want to save you, but I don’t know how
I hope you enjoyed these! <3
Comments are crack love!