you lookin good in them jeans, bet you'd look even better with me in between
/slinks out of oblivion >.>;
drabble dump!
Title: Things We Do for Love
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: light Hanchul
"I'm scared."
Heechul stares back at him through the mirror in front of them, eyebrow arched, "If anyone here has a right to be scared, it's me."
Hankyung flexes his fingers encased in powdered latex gloves that sort of make his skin crawl. He sighs, "I'm not even sure what I've done to deserve this."
"Deserve what? My roots are showing and I don't have time to get to the salon and you're not doing anything- not that you ever really do, come to think of it."
"Heechul."
"Hankyung."
"Real mature."
"Real ma-"
"-I think Sungmin has some of that pink left over."
Heechul aims a sharp look at him before straightening in his seat, plastic cape shifting over his shoulders as he tosses his hair, "It was nice knowing you. Sort of."
"I hate you."
"That just means I'm doing my job well, now get on with it."
Hankyung picks up the bottle Heechul had prepared a few minutes prior, taking up a comb in his other hand and holding both over Heechul's head while he tries to work up whatever balls Heechul had left him with. He figures, watching the anxious tap of Heechul's barefoot, at the very least, trust is a two way street. And if all else fails, Hankyung knows he's certainly the faster runner.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Henwook
Henry is a big fan of norms of reciprocity. Then again, he also mostly loathes them. They’re the reason he keeps getting dragged back in. But when someone sneaks up behind you and wraps their arms around you, and rubs tingly warm circles over your stomach and nuzzles your neck and asks you if you’ve eaten, well, you can’t just stand there. You kind of have to turn around and, as smoothly as possible, carefully disguising the awkward twitch of your fingertips, while you decide shoulders or waist? and enfold that other person in a hug and try not to think about how good they smell or how nicely they fit against you. You have to ruffle their hair and smile disarmingly and say that you haven’t. Even if you really had. And then you have to come to the terms with the fact that your answer had nothing to do with any norms of any kind. In fact, it was actually abnormal, because guys at home get beaten up for much less than what you two have done. And you’re sure that hug's gonna be syndicated, or at least make it to Facebook. But with the way Ryeowook’s looking at him, Henry decides it just doesn’t matter.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Kyuteuk
A/N: AU, 5 min challenge prompt: graduation
Eeteuk is sure that there’s something important he should be saying, some knowledge he should be imparting as the class valedictorian, but whatever it was he’d planned on rehearsing, it definitely was not meant to start out with a hissed fuck.
But Kyuhyun’s nails digging into his hips usually brought out that kind of a reaction. Not to mention the soft press of his mouth against Eeteuk’s, laughing low at every noise he choked out.
“You’re not even graduating, what are you here for?” Eeteuk gasped, fingers convulsing around the curve of Kyuhyun’s shoulders, bunching the cheap material of his academy-issued blazer.
Kyuhyun rolled his hips forward, nosing up Eeteuk’s jaw until he got his teeth to the shell of his ear. The touch of his tongue tracing slow up the curve of it was more than enough to raise goosebumps across Eeteuk’s skin, but Kyuhyun’s response, heat of it spoken straight into his ear, nearly shook him to the ground, “Just wanted to wish you luck.”
“Could’ve called.”
Kyuhyun slides his palms over the fabric of Eeteuk’s neatly ironed dress pants, squeezing the curve of his ass as he grins, “Wouldn’t want to miss a chance to watch you walk, hyung.”
Title: On The Relative Foundation of Logical Theories
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shimin
Summary: or was it the other way around?
A/N: tlist beat me into drabbling this might be continuing/expanding it ;~~~;
Sungmin bends a little further over and Siwon tells himself there’s something inherently dangerous in the way Sungmin’s ass fills out those jeans. He reasons that if God created every person just as intended, why did He not include a sign along with Sungmin that read, “For Siwon’s Personal Use”. Because he honestly can’t see any other reason for Sungmin being so unbelievably appealing. Or at least, no other logical reason.
He reminds himself of this argument later on when he’s got Sungmin’s legs wrapped around his waist and Sungmin’s mouth on his neck and Sungmin’s hips under his fingers while he presses possessive bruises in places he’s only halfway glad clothing can hide.
Sungmin’s fingers dig viciously into his shoulder and he can’t look away from the arch of Sungmin’s neck as he tosses his head back, gasping when Siwon thrusts in again. “There, right there.”
There’s no sound Siwon can think of that could compare to the desperate note of Sungmin’s voice when he’s close like this, clutching at Siwon and tripping over words while he races towards the edge.
Title: The Fear You Won't Fall
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
A/N: so I was gonna make a fanmix for the laundromat AU but with work and everything I'm not sure it's gonna happen. here's a reject from the line up, goes along with this.
Zhou Mi can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Kyuhyun say, ‘I love you,’ to him. He can’t, however, with all the numbers in existence, total up the number of times each day Kyuhyun says it without words. And really, Zhou Mi supposes, anyone could say it, people apologise when they don’t really mean it, or tell you they like your shoes even if they hate them. Saying it isn’t the hard part, he thinks, meaning it is.
So even when Zhou Mi has misplaced the directions and gotten them utterly lost, stuck walking in aimless circles for hours in the middle of the afternoon during the height of a heatwave until Kyuhyun finally stops in a convenience store to ask where they actually are, he still comes out and hands Zhou Mi his favorite icepop with a sigh and half a smile. And Zhou Mi just can’t explain how much fear and faith it ignites in him; it feels impossible, like trying to keep ice inside a fire. He knows having something so precious means you’ll spend the rest of your life protecting it, shouldering the weight of the realisation that love might simply mean that it’ll hurt more if taken away. What if Kyuhyun stops putting his socks in the dryer for him on cold mornings? Or if he gets up one day and Kyuhyun’s got a blanket on the couch because he can’t stand being mauled in his sleep anymore? Or what if he doesn’t-
Kyuhyun snaps his fingers, “Hey, focus. Is it- is that not the right flavor? I can go-”
“No,” Zhou Mi chokes out, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun and trying to figure out how to stop the laugh bubbling up in his throat from turning into a sob as he buries his nose in the sweat-damp fabric of Kyuhyun’s collar, “It’s perfect.”
“It’s also very hot, get off of me.” Kyuhyun shrugs out of Zhou Mi’s grip, “And you smell.”
“Kui Xian! I do not!”
“Okay, maybe you don’t. But it is way too hot- I don’t even want this shirt touching me.”
Zhou Mi snorts and unwraps his popsicle, offering Kyuhyun the first lick and only sighing when he leans in and bites off a third of it with a grin.
As they continue down the street, crossing in and out of lengthening shadows and sepia-toned sunlight, Kyuhyun’s hand still finds his own and Zhou Mi’s pretty sure, eventually, they’ll manage to find their way, too.
Title: Keep it Fresh
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi, laundromat AU
Kyuhyun's still waking up when he hears a sharp smack and then thundering footsteps and he's almost very nearly fully awake by the time Zhou Mi crashes into their bedroom door, flinging it open and jumping from foot to foot, brow pinched and cheeks puffed out. Kyuhyun yawns. "Okay."
This only increases Zhou Mi's panic as he begins to gesture wildly at his mouth.
"Charades?"
An emphatic headshake, negative, strike one.
Zhou Mi's hands curl into fists as he winces, Kyuhyun can hear a swishing noise and then the click as the mental puzzle pieces slide into place. After that he's laughing too loudly to notice much of anything, especially not the look of pure agony on Zhou Mi's face as he hops around next to the bed Kyuhyun's rolling about on, clutching his sides and struggling to breathe, "They're labeled! How did you mistake clean mint for razzle dazzle raspberry- they're not even the same color!"
The indignant sound from Zhou Mi's alerts Kyuhyun to the fact that he'd most likely guessed the wrong flavor. Oh well, can't win 'em all. "So go spit it out?"
Shaking his head forlornly, Zhou Mi taps his wrist and continues swishing, eyes watering all the while.
"Zhou Mi, if it meant it wouldn't go to waste, would you wear last year's--?"
For that Kyuhyun gets a (probably much deserved) pillow to the face. "--Ow. Fine, fine. One Mississippi, two Mississippi."
Zhou Mi makes a disgruntled noise, face pinched and arms crossed, stamping his bare foot until Kyuhyun sighs and starts counting faster.
And then just for fun. "Oh damn, was I on 57 Mississippi or 56? I can't remember..."
But Zhou Mi simply kicks the corner of the bed and runs for, Kyuhyun assumes, the sink with an anguished noise, grabbing for his toes as he stumbles out. When he comes back into the bedroom, Kyuhyun's still sprawled out on their bed, not having had the thought to run for his life or at least grab a bartering item, like Zhou Mi's favorite Prada knock off bag.
"That was mean." Zhou Mi says, leaning over Kyuhyun's prone body.
"You're the one who confused them."
"I was tired," he sighs with sharp minty exaggeration, tongue running over his top row of teeth as he grimaces, "How do you stand that stuff?"
"Uh, I'm not a wimp?" Kyuhyun slings an arm around Zhou Mi's waist, yanking him back down onto the bed and onto himself- obviously because Zhou Mi's warmth is closer and therefore requires less effort than retrieving the blankets he'd flung off earlier. Or something like that.
"So that means you'll climb the ladder and take down the Christmas lights this weekend?" Zhou Mi asks, mouth warm against the juncture of Kyuhyun's neck and shoulder as he digs a skinny finger into Kyuhyun's side, and Kyuhyun wonders about the mark it might leave.
"Probably not. Besides, Christmas is only four months away, might as well leave them up."
Cheek to cheek for a few heartbeats, Kyuhyun can feel the vibration of his laugh until Zhou Mi tilts his head far enough to land a kiss on the corner of Kyuhyun's upper lip. "Might as well."
if you follow me on twitter, then you've prolly seen some of these ;; I uh sometimes get lazy and post to twitter instead of the comm gdhsfhkafjdklsa formatting /o\
also a big thank you to cairistiona for the completely unexpected lj gift :3 that was very sweet of you bby~ ♥
drabble dump!
Title: Things We Do for Love
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: light Hanchul
"I'm scared."
Heechul stares back at him through the mirror in front of them, eyebrow arched, "If anyone here has a right to be scared, it's me."
Hankyung flexes his fingers encased in powdered latex gloves that sort of make his skin crawl. He sighs, "I'm not even sure what I've done to deserve this."
"Deserve what? My roots are showing and I don't have time to get to the salon and you're not doing anything- not that you ever really do, come to think of it."
"Heechul."
"Hankyung."
"Real mature."
"Real ma-"
"-I think Sungmin has some of that pink left over."
Heechul aims a sharp look at him before straightening in his seat, plastic cape shifting over his shoulders as he tosses his hair, "It was nice knowing you. Sort of."
"I hate you."
"That just means I'm doing my job well, now get on with it."
Hankyung picks up the bottle Heechul had prepared a few minutes prior, taking up a comb in his other hand and holding both over Heechul's head while he tries to work up whatever balls Heechul had left him with. He figures, watching the anxious tap of Heechul's barefoot, at the very least, trust is a two way street. And if all else fails, Hankyung knows he's certainly the faster runner.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Henwook
Henry is a big fan of norms of reciprocity. Then again, he also mostly loathes them. They’re the reason he keeps getting dragged back in. But when someone sneaks up behind you and wraps their arms around you, and rubs tingly warm circles over your stomach and nuzzles your neck and asks you if you’ve eaten, well, you can’t just stand there. You kind of have to turn around and, as smoothly as possible, carefully disguising the awkward twitch of your fingertips, while you decide shoulders or waist? and enfold that other person in a hug and try not to think about how good they smell or how nicely they fit against you. You have to ruffle their hair and smile disarmingly and say that you haven’t. Even if you really had. And then you have to come to the terms with the fact that your answer had nothing to do with any norms of any kind. In fact, it was actually abnormal, because guys at home get beaten up for much less than what you two have done. And you’re sure that hug's gonna be syndicated, or at least make it to Facebook. But with the way Ryeowook’s looking at him, Henry decides it just doesn’t matter.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Kyuteuk
A/N: AU, 5 min challenge prompt: graduation
Eeteuk is sure that there’s something important he should be saying, some knowledge he should be imparting as the class valedictorian, but whatever it was he’d planned on rehearsing, it definitely was not meant to start out with a hissed fuck.
But Kyuhyun’s nails digging into his hips usually brought out that kind of a reaction. Not to mention the soft press of his mouth against Eeteuk’s, laughing low at every noise he choked out.
“You’re not even graduating, what are you here for?” Eeteuk gasped, fingers convulsing around the curve of Kyuhyun’s shoulders, bunching the cheap material of his academy-issued blazer.
Kyuhyun rolled his hips forward, nosing up Eeteuk’s jaw until he got his teeth to the shell of his ear. The touch of his tongue tracing slow up the curve of it was more than enough to raise goosebumps across Eeteuk’s skin, but Kyuhyun’s response, heat of it spoken straight into his ear, nearly shook him to the ground, “Just wanted to wish you luck.”
“Could’ve called.”
Kyuhyun slides his palms over the fabric of Eeteuk’s neatly ironed dress pants, squeezing the curve of his ass as he grins, “Wouldn’t want to miss a chance to watch you walk, hyung.”
Title: On The Relative Foundation of Logical Theories
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shimin
Summary: or was it the other way around?
A/N: tlist beat me into drabbling this might be continuing/expanding it ;~~~;
Sungmin bends a little further over and Siwon tells himself there’s something inherently dangerous in the way Sungmin’s ass fills out those jeans. He reasons that if God created every person just as intended, why did He not include a sign along with Sungmin that read, “For Siwon’s Personal Use”. Because he honestly can’t see any other reason for Sungmin being so unbelievably appealing. Or at least, no other logical reason.
He reminds himself of this argument later on when he’s got Sungmin’s legs wrapped around his waist and Sungmin’s mouth on his neck and Sungmin’s hips under his fingers while he presses possessive bruises in places he’s only halfway glad clothing can hide.
Sungmin’s fingers dig viciously into his shoulder and he can’t look away from the arch of Sungmin’s neck as he tosses his head back, gasping when Siwon thrusts in again. “There, right there.”
There’s no sound Siwon can think of that could compare to the desperate note of Sungmin’s voice when he’s close like this, clutching at Siwon and tripping over words while he races towards the edge.
Title: The Fear You Won't Fall
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
A/N: so I was gonna make a fanmix for the laundromat AU but with work and everything I'm not sure it's gonna happen. here's a reject from the line up, goes along with this.
Zhou Mi can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Kyuhyun say, ‘I love you,’ to him. He can’t, however, with all the numbers in existence, total up the number of times each day Kyuhyun says it without words. And really, Zhou Mi supposes, anyone could say it, people apologise when they don’t really mean it, or tell you they like your shoes even if they hate them. Saying it isn’t the hard part, he thinks, meaning it is.
So even when Zhou Mi has misplaced the directions and gotten them utterly lost, stuck walking in aimless circles for hours in the middle of the afternoon during the height of a heatwave until Kyuhyun finally stops in a convenience store to ask where they actually are, he still comes out and hands Zhou Mi his favorite icepop with a sigh and half a smile. And Zhou Mi just can’t explain how much fear and faith it ignites in him; it feels impossible, like trying to keep ice inside a fire. He knows having something so precious means you’ll spend the rest of your life protecting it, shouldering the weight of the realisation that love might simply mean that it’ll hurt more if taken away. What if Kyuhyun stops putting his socks in the dryer for him on cold mornings? Or if he gets up one day and Kyuhyun’s got a blanket on the couch because he can’t stand being mauled in his sleep anymore? Or what if he doesn’t-
Kyuhyun snaps his fingers, “Hey, focus. Is it- is that not the right flavor? I can go-”
“No,” Zhou Mi chokes out, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun and trying to figure out how to stop the laugh bubbling up in his throat from turning into a sob as he buries his nose in the sweat-damp fabric of Kyuhyun’s collar, “It’s perfect.”
“It’s also very hot, get off of me.” Kyuhyun shrugs out of Zhou Mi’s grip, “And you smell.”
“Kui Xian! I do not!”
“Okay, maybe you don’t. But it is way too hot- I don’t even want this shirt touching me.”
Zhou Mi snorts and unwraps his popsicle, offering Kyuhyun the first lick and only sighing when he leans in and bites off a third of it with a grin.
As they continue down the street, crossing in and out of lengthening shadows and sepia-toned sunlight, Kyuhyun’s hand still finds his own and Zhou Mi’s pretty sure, eventually, they’ll manage to find their way, too.
Title: Keep it Fresh
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi, laundromat AU
Kyuhyun's still waking up when he hears a sharp smack and then thundering footsteps and he's almost very nearly fully awake by the time Zhou Mi crashes into their bedroom door, flinging it open and jumping from foot to foot, brow pinched and cheeks puffed out. Kyuhyun yawns. "Okay."
This only increases Zhou Mi's panic as he begins to gesture wildly at his mouth.
"Charades?"
An emphatic headshake, negative, strike one.
Zhou Mi's hands curl into fists as he winces, Kyuhyun can hear a swishing noise and then the click as the mental puzzle pieces slide into place. After that he's laughing too loudly to notice much of anything, especially not the look of pure agony on Zhou Mi's face as he hops around next to the bed Kyuhyun's rolling about on, clutching his sides and struggling to breathe, "They're labeled! How did you mistake clean mint for razzle dazzle raspberry- they're not even the same color!"
The indignant sound from Zhou Mi's alerts Kyuhyun to the fact that he'd most likely guessed the wrong flavor. Oh well, can't win 'em all. "So go spit it out?"
Shaking his head forlornly, Zhou Mi taps his wrist and continues swishing, eyes watering all the while.
"Zhou Mi, if it meant it wouldn't go to waste, would you wear last year's--?"
For that Kyuhyun gets a (probably much deserved) pillow to the face. "--Ow. Fine, fine. One Mississippi, two Mississippi."
Zhou Mi makes a disgruntled noise, face pinched and arms crossed, stamping his bare foot until Kyuhyun sighs and starts counting faster.
And then just for fun. "Oh damn, was I on 57 Mississippi or 56? I can't remember..."
But Zhou Mi simply kicks the corner of the bed and runs for, Kyuhyun assumes, the sink with an anguished noise, grabbing for his toes as he stumbles out. When he comes back into the bedroom, Kyuhyun's still sprawled out on their bed, not having had the thought to run for his life or at least grab a bartering item, like Zhou Mi's favorite Prada knock off bag.
"That was mean." Zhou Mi says, leaning over Kyuhyun's prone body.
"You're the one who confused them."
"I was tired," he sighs with sharp minty exaggeration, tongue running over his top row of teeth as he grimaces, "How do you stand that stuff?"
"Uh, I'm not a wimp?" Kyuhyun slings an arm around Zhou Mi's waist, yanking him back down onto the bed and onto himself- obviously because Zhou Mi's warmth is closer and therefore requires less effort than retrieving the blankets he'd flung off earlier. Or something like that.
"So that means you'll climb the ladder and take down the Christmas lights this weekend?" Zhou Mi asks, mouth warm against the juncture of Kyuhyun's neck and shoulder as he digs a skinny finger into Kyuhyun's side, and Kyuhyun wonders about the mark it might leave.
"Probably not. Besides, Christmas is only four months away, might as well leave them up."
Cheek to cheek for a few heartbeats, Kyuhyun can feel the vibration of his laugh until Zhou Mi tilts his head far enough to land a kiss on the corner of Kyuhyun's upper lip. "Might as well."
if you follow me on twitter, then you've prolly seen some of these ;; I uh sometimes get lazy and post to twitter instead of the comm gdhsfhkafjdklsa formatting /o\
also a big thank you to cairistiona for the completely unexpected lj gift :3 that was very sweet of you bby~ ♥