a drabble dump

[rabenhorst]

A massive drabble post! Ficlets of varying lengths, pairings and ratings. Proceed with care 8D

author: fonulyn
disclaimer: no own anything

TOSHIYA used LICK
Toshiya/Die | PG13 | 364 words | prompt: licking (thank you Becky) | The first thought in Die's sleep-clouded mind is that when the hell did they get a puppy dog?
this is OLD. and by old I mean old. but it’s D/T and I miss them ;~; ignore the pokemon reference in the title

Sometimes Toshiya can't sleep at nights. It's quite funny, he thinks, since usually it's Die having the tremendous sleep-issues and he is the one who can't even be woken up with a nuclear bomb exploding right next to him. Still, he has these nights, these moments when sleep seems to be escaping him. All he can do is to stay still and stare into the darkness, hoping he'd fall asleep again. But it never works.

At first he tries to be good. He tries to stay unmoving and just listens to Die's even breathing, listens to him sleep. It's precious sleep, after all, he's not supposed to wake the other man up and bereave him of it. But it's so hard to stay still for him, and he doesn't want to leave the warm and comfortable bed either. That's when he cooks up a plan. He leans closer, teasingly flicking his tongue against Die's ear. It makes the guitarist just shift a bit. The next moment, Toshiya takes it even further, dragging his tongue down that smooth cheek.

The first thought in Die's sleep-clouded mind is that when the hell did they get a puppy dog? And since when did that puppy - the one they assumedly got - sleep in the same bed with them? It tickles at first, makes him squirm, and he instinctively brings up his hand to push that invading face away from him. Only then he realizes that it's not a puppy at all. His palm is pressed against Toshiya's face, the bassist only giggling merrily as his plan seems to have worked.

It makes Die grunt displeased and he tries hard to look mad, tries his best to summon up the best disapproving face he can. "Stop that, Tosh! It's disgusting!" All that his sleepily muttered words earn him is another attack though. Before he can even move, he is pinned down against the mattress with the bassist's body above his, that slick tongue travelling up his neck.

No matter how hard Die tries, he can't hold back a throaty chuckle. What the hell. Now that he's awake anyway, he can as well entertain his obviously bored boyfriend.

only you can tear me apart
??/Shinya | PG | 224 words | prompt | Sometimes Shinya feels like he's boiling over.
it was requested as Kyo/Shinya but it could really be just about anyone, pick at will

Sometimes Shinya feels like he's boiling over.

It's like there is a storm inside of him, the whole deal with lightning and thunder and waves that splash so high they could drown you any second with their force if they just wanted to. It's so very different from the usual, when the black masses of water are just resting, calm and collected to an outsider although so much more is going on within the depths. Usually he can maintain that, and he prefers it that way. He doesn't want everyone to see what is going on inside of him, doesn't want to be readable like an open book to people around him. He is a very private person.

Or was.

Ever since things changed - he doesn't even know when, it was like a constant shift, a slide through time instead of one mind-altering moment he could look back at - it's been very different and there is a constant storm inside of him. He knows that splashes of it are showing, that he is no longer able to conceal everything from the ever-watchful eyes of his friends. But he tries, he clings on to the remains of his privacy and holds back.

It's all so very subtle. At the same time it's tearing him to shreds.

And he knows exactly who to blame.

scare me
Kaoru | PG | 328 words | prompt | The truth is, Kaoru is truly scared of horror movies.
this was written for diru-yaoi’s Halloween challenge LAST YEAR for fuck’s sake I suck.

If anyone would ask, Kaoru is the first one to say that he absolutely loves and adores horror movies. It's like a constant Halloween and he loves the shivers going down his spine, the way all hairs stand up in his neck and how the tiniest of sound, a creak at the door, can make him startle and jump. That is also the very reason why he never watches horror movies with anyone else.

The truth is, he is scared of them. Truly scared. He can't just laugh it off and that is way too embarrassing for him. He'd rather bite off his arm than admit he really does get into the movie so much it scares the piss out of him.

The whole band watched the old Halloween movie together once and after that, Kaoru has never agreed on watching one with his friends anymore. Somewhere halfway through the movie Myers appeared on the screen, accompanied by the nerve-wrecking music and Kaoru almost squealed. The first reaction had been from Die, who sat right next to him. "Dude, did you just scream?" He asked and although it wasn't meant in a bad way, more just loving teasing between friends, it was a serious hit to Kaoru's pride.

Kaoru had denied, vehemently, and even when Toshiya sided with Die and claimed that Kaoru indeed had squealed like a girl, he didn't admit to anything. Even to this day, he thinks it's one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to him.

So ever since he's watched his horror movies alone. Wrapped in a fluffy blanket, hugging a pillow close to his chest and his knees tucked up on the couch. All lights are out in the apartment and there is not a single sound except for the TV, nothing but the flickering blue shades from the screen.

And Kaoru absorbs himself into the movie, allows it to send a chill down his spine and enjoys being scared.

silk pyjamas
Han Geng/Heechul | PG13 | 149 words | prompt: silk | Heechul makes Hankyung appreciate silk pyjamas.
for daidetre, my hanchul-loving little sister who always wants more

”Silk pyjamas?” Hankyung can’t mask the surprise in his voice as he tears the giftwrap off and opens the box, coming face to face with dark red, shining silk. Tentatively he reaches out to run his fingertips along the cool fabric, presses it against the cardboard before he pulls it out. “What’s wrong with my current pyjamas?” He asks, turning towards Heechul.

Heechul, unsurprisingly, is grinning at him. “Just imagine,” he drawls as he leans closer, his hot breath ghosting over Hankyung’s neck in a way that makes him shiver involuntarily. “The feeling of silk on your skin when I rub you through the bottoms, make you all nice and ready for me.” For good measure, he flicks out his tongue to lick a path up the other man’s throat, all the way to his lips. “Imagine.”

Soon, Heechul teaches Hankyung to appreciate the feeling of silk on skin.

forever (for you)
Han Geng/Zhou Mi | PG | 160 words | prompt: pendulous | Some things are worth waiting for.
I really wanna write a long fic to this ;~; long and epic and neverending and someone stop me please right now

The branches of a weeping willow gently stir the surface of the water, creating miniscule waves every time a breeze sways them. China is at war, but there could be nothing more peaceful than this moment, right here. Zhou Mi sits by the tree, gazing into the water as if that could grant him all his wishes and make his dreams come true. He can hear nothing but the humming of the crickets, a bird singing somewhere in the distance.

Then. Footsteps. Heavy boots.

Even though Zhou Mi doesn’t look up he knows who it is. He recognizes him long before he sees the approaching figure from the corner of his eye. Finally, the other man crouches down right next to him. “I knew I’d find you here.” Han Geng’s voice is a soft whisper in the wind, barely even audible.

Zhou Mi smiles. This is where they said goodbye. This is where they meet again. He has been waiting.

fall from grace as I offer you sin
Siwon/Heechul | PG | 196 words | prompt: consequence | Siwon always believed in every deed having its consequences, good or bad.
no not quoting Sentenced in the title what are you talking about. then Heechul happened.

Siwon has been taught that everything has its consequences, every sin gets punished and every good deed gets rewarded. Ever since he was a child, he has known to watch his actions, watch his words, watch everything he says and does. He has built thick walls around himself to keep from making mistakes. He is the perfect son-in-law, the perfect friend, the perfect lover, the perfect polished example of a man.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

Then, Heechul happens. Heechul comes with his loud voice and brash actions, his thoughtlessness and spontaneity, his sharp tongue and fierce nature. At first, Siwon thinks he’ll hate him. They’re like the night and day, like darkness and light, like good and evil. Siwon thinks this entirely without ego, he simply sees things how they are.

Things are not that simple, though. With days spent together Siwon realizes his feelings are slowly shifting. He enjoys the company more than detests it, looks forward to meeting Heechul more than dreads it.

Until one day he realizes. He has been pulled in too far, he has taken that last step over the line.

He falls from grace as Heechul offers him sin.

the art of creeping
Kyuhyun (ninja Qmi?) | PG | 543 words | prompt: Kyuhyun being a creep (also a photo Donghae tweeted) | Kyuhyun really likes to get his picture taken.
Kyuhyun is a creepy creeper who creeps in pictures when he isn’t supposed to even be there. and I love him for it ;~;

”Look how much presents I got for my birthday!” Donghae exclaims happily as he gazes dreamily at the table covered with various boxes in different coloured wrapping papers and bows. He looks every bit like a kid in a candy store, like it’s the Christmas Eve or the best day of his life. Or all of those at once.

“You know what,” he chirps happily and he doesn’t even need to finish the sentence before Leeteuk stretches out his hand. “Give it to me. I’ll take a photo so you can tweet it.”

The promise makes Donghae practically beam with happiness and he smiles even wider. He runs his fingers through his hair and stands up a little bit straighter, posing for the photo.

Behind them both, Kyuhyun senses the perfect opportunity. In one swift movement he jumps up from where he was crouching behind the table, flashing the camera a bright smile. Maybe a little psychotic one at that.

Donghae tweets the photo. The first comment on it is posted three seconds later. lololol Kyu-oppaaaaa~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧



The next time SJM is promoting, they are stuck at the airport for three extra hours. No one knows why the flight is late and their managers are running around trying to sort things out the best they can. Kyuhyun drags Zhou Mi to get a cup of coffee. Except that in Kyuhyun’s case a cup of coffee doesn’t only mean coffee, but also a donut and an ice cream.

Kyuhyun is licking his fingers clean as they walk back, half-heartedly listening to Zhou Mi explain about the concept of some new TV show he would love to watch but never has the time. Suddenly, he notices something. It’s a group of people, gathering to take a photo together. Except they’re too many to fit in the frame when one of them just stretches out his hand to snap the photo.

Being the gentleman he is, Zhou Mi offers to help. He works like a professional photographer, more or less, getting everyone in the picture properly.

Meanwhile, Kyuhyun acts like a professional creeper. With exactly seven steps he gets himself behind the group of people and at the exact moment the photo is taken he cranes his neck to look above their heads.

His grin will surely traumatize anyone who first spots him in the picture.



It is not only limited to photographs. Kyuhyun is the master of invading all kinds of cameras. When Zhou Mi is explaining his ambitions earnestly, Kyuhyun entertains himself by stretching his neck just enough to be able to stick his head in the frame. When Leeteuk is giving a heartfelt thank you speech, Kyuhyun makes sure he gets to stand right behind him and look dopey for the camera. When it’s Henry’s turn to add a greeting in English to their message, he sways strategically into the right angle to be seen.

It is all about strategic planning. And grabbing the opportunities given. It’s what makes Kyuhyun a gamer.



Summa summarum: Kyuhyun really likes to get his picture taken. He does it for future generations. After all, it is essential to have as many documents of his genius as possible.

be my bunny
Han Geng/Heechul | PG13 | 758 words | prompt: a bunny toy | Heechul wants to do some shopping. Of the not-so-innocent kind.
basically:
becky sanoo
http://www.annsummers.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/productdisplay_et!letc~ev!46043||et!letc~ev!10201||et!letc~ev!10202||_40151_-1_46043_101211_10001_10201 BUNNY COCK RING
m sanoo
chul: I WANT A BUNNY COCK RING
geng: ... but it's a... bunny .___.
chul: SO WHAT. be my energizer bunny~
geng: what have I gotten myself into?
chul: ME.

Han Geng knows it’s not a good idea the second he hears it. Unfortunately Heechul thinks it’s a brilliant idea and when Heechul thinks something is brilliant there is no stopping him. Before it can even fully sink in, Han Geng is dragged out to do some shopping, disguised in a large overcoat that makes him look like a flasher, huge sunglasses covering half of his face and a big hat drawn deep in his head. Heechul’s dressed quite similarly, practically brimming with excitement.

“Can you believe it?” Heechul exclaims after they’ve successfully sneaked off and gotten themselves into the city center. They’re trying to find that particular address Heechul scribbled down on a piece of paper to make sure he remembers it. “I have never been to a shop like this!”

“Yes. I can,” Han Geng sighs, trying to frown. It kind of fails when Heechul hooks their arms together, since all be damned Han Geng still enjoys rare gestures like that. “Heechul, do we really need to?” He tries as he notices – to his growing horror – the bright red neon signs spelling out the most obnoxious things approaching them. At least he assumes the words are dirty, he can’t really read them. He barely recognizes his own name in written form.

Heechul is enthusiastic, though. “Yes! We need to!” He laughs, slightly manically, and grabs Han Geng’s arm tighter as he drags him into one of the stores. One of the dirty stores.

Han Geng isn’t easily ashamed, not really. He is an adult and he can talk about sex as well as the next person. He can compare dick sizes and he can brag about his raucous adventures. Still, it feels somehow wrong to stand there holding hands with Heechul, surrounded by shelf after shelf of brightly coloured dildos and vibrators, in various shapes and forms. If he didn’t know better he’d say it was a candy store, judging by all the mashed colours. And the look of pure delight on Heechul’s face.

“Look there are bunnies!” Heechul is instantly jumping into action, approaching the bunny section with quick steps. True enough, all of the devices are shaped like bunnies, everything from small adorable (Han Geng winces at that word though) vibrators to cock rings with ears. It’s a disturbing sight and Han Geng thinks only the vegetable stand disturbs him more with its corn and broccoli and bean sprout and bananas.

“...are you serious?” Han Geng’s eyes almost bulge out as he looks at Heechul admiring a pink, sparkly bunny vibrator. He dearly hopes that is supposed to be some sort of a gag gift to one of their friends (who might even enjoy pink and sparkly and bunnies) instead of something he is supposed to use. He would even pick the damn banana over that thing.

Then again, the look on Heechul’s face doesn’t promise much. “Yes. I’ll buy you a bunny cock ring!” He purrs, placing the pink toy down on the stand to reach for the upper shelves. True to his words he grabs a cock ring, presenting it to the Chinese man on the palm of his hand, his grin even widening.

Han Geng frowns. Again. There are no words to describe his expression. “It’s a ...bunny.” He can’t elaborate on how wrong that is, his vocabulary failing him. Truth to be told, he doesn’t even know the proper words in Chinese, and he at least is a lot more fluent in Chinese than he is in Korean. He repeats the words again, for good measure.

“So what?” Heechul wriggles his eyebrows. “You know what they say about Duracell Bunnies.”

Han Geng knows that expression. He knows he can’t win. “Just grab what you want and let’s get out of here,” Han Geng suggests. Three seconds later he regrets that as Heechul spins around and is suddenly pressed right against his chest, shamelessly grabbing his crotch. “Done,” Heechul smirks, underlining the words with a quite palpable squeeze. “I think I just wanted this.”

If one asks Han Geng, they can’t get home fast enough. Despite his words Heechul makes him stay until he’s picked four differently shaped vibrators (banana, giant monster cock, dragon and the damn pink sparkly bunny, thankfully discarding the one with faces of kittens on it), the bunny cock ring and approximately seven liters worth of lubricant.

“We need to do that again sometime!” Heechul announces as they are finally, finally heading home. Han Geng swears the next time he will bribe anyone to take his place.

star dust
Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi | PG | 512 words | prompt | Gazing at the stars brings out Kyuhyun’s romantic side. Or not.
uhm. I basically ripped Kyuhyun’s lines from the prompt (ignore it, half of it is missing) so. star dust~ and Qmi. no post is complete without Qmi I swear.

It’s rare to see the stars clearly in a city as big as this, so the night feels almost magical. The sky is jet black, the stars like little pinholes that let the bright light shine through, creating a strong contrast. It almost feels like the stars are falling down on them, the patterns reaching all the way to the horizon. Down below, there is the always present glow of the city, but they ignore it, their heads tilted up to watch the sky.

Zhou Mi insisted on bringing a blanket and Kyuhyun is quite happy he did as they huddle together wrapped in it, trying to keep warm in the brisk autumn wind. Already a while ago Kyuhyun stuffed his icy fingers underneath Zhou Mi’s shirt to warm them up, taking great pleasure in the way Zhou Mi squirmed and whined but didn’t pull away.

For a while, it is silent. Until Zhou Mi tilts his head and brushes his cold nose against Kyuhyun’s equally cold cheek, smiling against his skin. “Did you know, some people say we are all made of star dust?” He only whispers the words, his warm breath ghosting over Kyuhyun’s jaw. It makes a shiver run down Kyuhyun’s spine and he swallows hard. He isn’t exactly a pro at situations like this, his mind wired completely differently.

“By star dust they mean the atoms released into the universe when a star dies.” Kyuhyun speaks before he even realizes it, his hot breath puffing a misty cloud in the air. He starts off quietly but his voice gets stronger as he rambles on, not even really listening to his own words. “The atoms required for life – like carbon, nitrogen and oxygen – wouldn’t exist if they weren’t created inside the cores of stars through fusion. And atoms required for planets and other rocky bodies, like iron, would not exist without the larger, hotter stars.”

Kyuhyun can feel Zhou Mi looking at him by now but he keeps his eyes trained up towards the stars, swallowing his slight nervousness as he finishes his mini-lecture. “The higher along the periodic table you go, the higher the temperature is needed to fuse atoms together and create those elements. So. In essence we are. Star dust.”

When Zhou Mi laughs it’s impossible not to join in, even if his cackles are only accompanied by soft chuckles from the younger man. Kyuhyun feels long arms around him, hugging him close, and automatically lets his head drop on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “You know what,” Zhou Mi begins, laughter still resonating in his voice. “I am going to pretend that you just said something incredibly romantic. How does that sound?”

Kyuhyun makes a low, agreeing sound, his eyes slipping shut on their own. This is nice. Maybe one day he will manage to tell Zhou Mi how his eyes shine brighter than stars, how his smile is like a thousand suns, how he is the whole world for Kyuhyun, and more.

For now, he simply hopes that this moment would go on a little longer.

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Some of these were written on request, some off random inspiration (on twitter mostly), some from the words daidetre gave me on msn as a writing exercise (would anyone be interested in a meme like that? you give me a word and a pair and I write a tiny drabble?). Quite a random batch. But. Enjoy! :D

AND HEY I ONLY NEEDED LIKE HALF AN HOUR TO COME UP WITH THE TITLES PRAISE ME.

Anyone else flailing over the new SMTown photobook and the fact it has Zhou Mi in it? .____.

/goes away