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Sideblog for mini fics, mostly Chenlay. May give link for mainblog by request. Hope you enjoy my word vomit ~crackshipper

[bemylaydae]

Chenkai: hold me (and keep the storm in)

Title: hold me (and keep the storm in) Pairing: chenkai Rating: PG-13 Word count: 283 words Notes: For kimjongsnoona. Original posts: 1 2 3 4

jongin is strong.

it's easy to see from the way his voice is raspy around the edges, from the way from he dances, from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners.

nineteen years is really more like nine centuries condensed into one lithe body and he has braved more storms than most.

jongin is the ocean - ages old yet young, ever-moving and yet always the same, strong in the battle against hurricanes.

but there are rare moments when he isn't strong. when he is still nineteen and vulnerable.

it happens today. before the cheering crowd and flashing lights, the overflowing gratitude and love for everything that aren't expressed in his words pour from his eyes.

he tries to smile but it is just a mask for made another and doesn't suit his face. so he hides behind his cap, withdrawing and pulling as if he could retrieve the tears as well.

don't let it show

suddenly there are arms looping around his shoulders and smiles against his ears, pulling him in and away from it all. jongin knows that could only be one person. jongdae's laughter in his mic drowns out the sobs, his hands tugging at his waist and offering protection.

but jongin pushes it all away with all the regret, cap still shadowing his eyes.

it's okay, though, jongdae understands.

it's only when they are behind dorm doors and the night is quiet when he finally wholeheartedly accepts jongdae's patient comfort. he slips into jongdae's hold and hears their matching heartbeats.

and jongin knows that as long has he's there, there is nothing to hold back. because jongdae is the lightning to his storm and will protect him always.

[bemylaydae]

Chenlay: pause

Title: pause Pairing: Chenlay Rating: PG-13 Word count: 144 words Notes: For pervykoala. Original posts: 1 2

yixing doesn't understand jongdae. it's as simple and complicated as that.

when the younger is bounding about and lighting the whole room up with his ridiculousness, yixing can't help but watch with wide eyes, wondering where all that energy even comes from. jongdae is just so loud and silly and eager to please that yixing sometimes forgets that he gets tired too.

so when jongdae leans over and tucks himself in the slope of yixing's neck, eyelids fluttering lightly in contrast to the bumps of the road (and his head fits so perfectly that it's as if  yixing's shoulder was made just for this purpose) yixing finds himself quieting his breath too, not wanting to wake the younger.

and he is soon asleep too. on the edge of his consciousness, he feels bow lips curling up into a small smile against his collarbones.

[bemylaydae]

I hope you had a great christmas love <3 i know you're busy but you should let me know who you are hehe <33

Ahhh you got here before me!

I'm finishing up a surprise for you later so hopefully I won't make you wait too long~

Merry Xmas and Happy birthday to you lovely~

(○´3｀)ﾉ

[bemylaydae]

I MISS YOU

kljsflkjsdljfslkdjf omg

I'm so sorry! I am such a bad time-mangager and I can't do the life and I- I'LL BE BACK SOON OK

I LOVE YOU

[bemylaydae]

Oh oh oh okay so uhm you should do SuHan, and the word is leaves. Have fun~

So this exploded into a longer fic that I’ll try to finish soon, but here’s a section of it. Sorry it took so long!

Title:autumn leaves (snippet)Pairing: SuhanRating: PG-13Word count: 231 wordsNotes: For baektothefuture.

“Why?”

“Because God deemed it necessary to make oranges pretty damn hard to peel,” Luhan replies promptly without looking up at Junmyeon, his fingers continuing shedding the orange skin and littering the withering grass with dying coating.

Junmyeon glares down at the older. “You know what I mean.”

Luhan shifts his head in Junmyeon’s lap to finally meet his eyes. “Still suck on that? I already told you.”

“But why me?” Junmyeon asked. “I know for a fact there are at least ten girls who would sell their left lung to be with you, even for one night. You could’ve gone with anyone.”

Luhan thought about it. “Yes. I could have.” He reached up and brushed a lock of red hair from Junmyeon’s eyes. “But ‘anyone’ isn’t you.”

Junmyeon blushed a shade darker than his hair and Luhan chuckled, a soft rustle from between his lips, and gathered the redhead into his arms.

Before long, Luhan was out of grasp, dreaming far away. Junmyeon watched the fluttering eyelashes and shining white-blonde hair tousling and felt himself falling harder and faster and deeper than the sunset that smoothed over all the rough edges.

There was a long time before the stars came out so Junmyeon rested his head against the older’s chest, feeling Luhan’s slowly lengthening breath like soft breeze against leaf-littered sidewalks, hoping that this—whatever this was—would never end.

[bemylaydae]

thank you soooooo much again <3 <3 and you posted it for me omg i'm crying

（*＾ワ＾*） Not at all~ I had a lot of fun~

Ah! Please don’t cry!

Just spreading the Xingdae love~  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧

[bemylaydae]

Chenlay: Birthday gift

Title: Birthday gift Pairing: Chenlay Rating: PG-13 Word count: 456 words Notes: For pervykoala. Inspired by this post. Original posts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 

Yixing eyes his blushing boyfriend and asks, “You sure?”

Jongdae’s eyebrows furrow as his blush starts blushing under the older’s unwavering gaze. “I mean, it’s your birthday…” He fishes around for an answer. “And I just—”

He’s spared more words when Yixing’s lips steal the rest of his sentence. Yixing moves so fast that he easily pins Jongdae against the desk, pressing his muscled body against the vocalist’s, and Jongdae’s sharp gasp is lost in the other’s mouth. Instantly, their room is a hundred degrees too hot, low light somehow amplifying everything.

Jongdae lets out a sound not loud enough to be considered a moan, but not quiet enough to go unnoticed. Yixing’s hands are quick and efficient, flitting their way up Jongdae’s shirt to rest on hipbones, making sure that Jongdae wasn’t going anywhere.

Not that he would. Jongdae, flashfires exploding in his stomach, instinctively tries to dominate Yixing—leaning forward and sliding his wet tongue against Yixing’s and slipping his hand against those hard abs under the hem of his shirt the way he knows Yixing loves—in hopes of gaining the upper hand.

But Yixing just chuckles. “Uh-uh,” he smirks into Jongdae’s ear, a hand moving up to tangle the fingers in the younger’s hair while his dancer hips making quick work of unraveling Jongdae into a mess of moans and needy eyes. “Your promise.”

Jongdae growls, feline eyes alight with a hot mix of excitement frustration, lithe body shifting to ensure the most contact... Yixing had always let the younger have his way with him.

But not today.

Suddenly, Yixing pushes the younger onto the desk, just barely avoiding the books, until Jongdae is trapped with Yixing positioned between his legs.

With one hand still on sweat-slick hipbones, Yixing takes Jongdae’s chin his other hand, gentle but still demanding Jongdae’s attention. “You couldn’t think of getting me anything else, am I right?” He says.

Jongdae tries to protest but Yixing isn’t taking anything else for an answer and he licks and nips the sensitive flesh of Jongdae’s throat, causing all denials to fly out the window. Jongdae is such a puddle of desire, with dark hair in disarray against Yixing’s shoulder, lips parted and moans tumbling forth, that he can only manage a small “Yeah…”

“Lucky for you…” Yixing takes his time tracing the words against the veins that protrude against Jongdae’s skin, egged on by the soft whimpers. “This is all I wanted.”

When Yixing grinds hard against the younger, Jongdae falls into Yixing and it takes him a few moments to murmur a “I love you” against a burning neck.

And Yixing smiles and, pulling his lover into his arms, presses his love against Jongdae’s full lips.

“You’re mine.”

[bemylaydae]

dsfsdfsdf Your Krisoo mini fics were perfect <3

Awww! Thank you darling~ I’m so glad you liked it! (●´∀｀●)

[bemylaydae]

Krisoo: preferences (for sleepy mornings)

Title: preferences (for sleepy mornings) Pairing: Krisoo Rating: PG-13 Word count: 227 words Notes: For xiu-ris. Original posts: 1 2 3 4  "Couple" ask: other one here

Kris liked Sleepy Kyungsoo.

Not Tired Kyungsoo. Tired Kyungsoo was dark crescents under dulled eyes and suffocating cigarette smoke. Tired Kyungsoo was razor-edged glances and furrowed eyebrows. Tired Kyungsoo was carrying too much world-weight on narrow shoulders (Kris never knew how he did it, how Kyungsoo could just take it).

No. Sleepy Kyungsoo was heavy eyelids fluttering and Sunday mornings glowing. Sleepy Kyungsoo was searching hands under blankets to find solace in the warmth of Kris's waist where his t-shirt had ridden up. Sleepy Kyungsoo was mutters of Five more minutes, hyung into the valley of Kris’s neck.

At this Kris would lose all motivation. Strong arms would find their way around the slender frame that immediately went lax in the stronger hold. They would curl in the rush of blankets. It wasn't until the sun was well on its way in the sky when Kris could bear to stir his lover.

But in that time, he would watch the soft rise and fall of that chest, notice the way the dark hair fanned out across the pillow.

He loved those moments the most. Because it is when Kyungsoo is the most vulnerable, before the world wants anything from him.

It is also when he is the most beautiful.

(and as Kris pulls the younger closer into long arms, all he wants is to protect Kyungsoo forever)

[bemylaydae]

Krisoo: preferences (for oranges)

Title: preferences (for oranges) Pairing: Krisoo Rating: PG-13 Word count: 214 words Notes: For Pary. Original posts: 1 2 3 4  "Couple" ask: other one here

Kyungsoo always admired Charismatic Kris.

Charismatic Kris was smoldering gazes and suggestive finger flicks. Charismatic Kris was husky rapping and effortless swagger. Charismatic Kris was animal magnetism on steroids, overwhelming and seducing anyone who came too close.

But he liked Dorky Kris better.

The embarrassing side that Charismatic Kris couldn’t hide or completely tear away. The side that brought the typical eyebrow-raise and Is that the same person? whisper behind hands. It still showed in the greasy winks and smirks that had too much laughter.

Kyungsoo could say that loving Kris was like picking apples over oranges – while most settled for the shiny apple with its average insides, too lazy to strip away the tough exterior (and hating the juice that somehow always managed to hit the peeler straight in the eye), Kyungsoo put that aside. Being quirky himself, he appreciated the oddities that made up the older. The plushie obsession and borderline narcissism to name a few. Because beneath the façade is just a giant boy who cared, loved too much.

Even though apples were easier to take in and love (oranges were hard to love), Kyungsoo still chose oranges over apples any day.

(though, he thinks as he wipes the juice before it stung his eyeballs, oranges should try being less dumb)

[xingtokki]

Send me a ship and a random word/phrase and I'll write a ficlet about it.

[bemylaydae]

Chanhan: you're really weird (but so am I so it's ok)

Title: you're really weird (but so am I so it's ok) Pairing: Chanhan/ Chanlu Rating: PG-13 Word count: 349 words Notes: For Pary. Original posts: 1 2 3 4 5 

To Luhan, Chanyeol was a bundle of weird and derpy.

Well, actually he was that way to everyone. But to Luhan, Chanyeol was something a little more. He was like one of those art pieces in galleries that Luhan was forced to go with his parents when he was little. Those strange sculptures that didn’t make a lick of sense even if you stare at them for hours. Yet you can’t help but admire the way they look and are presented – you’re uncontrollably attracted to it.

In hindsight, it was inevitable. From their first meeting to the present. But at the time, it was like being lost in the labyrinth with only gut feeling to lead you on.

Luhan had found himself attending more of those nighttime concerts where he had first seen Chanyeol perform. He couldn’t quite catch everything that the deep-voiced guitarist growled into the mic with his then limited Korean.

But maybe it worked better out that way. It gave Luhan the time to really appreciate the quirks and oddities that should take away from the whole picture, but really ended up adding up to something so much better. There was something incredibly endearing about how Chanyeol’s eye scrunched up when he laughed or how his laugh just echoed.

But Luhan never knew that Chanyeol watched him the same way from beneath blaring lights and rumbling beats. Somewhere between the first and fourth concert, Chanyeol noticed the silver-haired senior, doe eyes wide with wonder. By the ninth, he learns his fanboy’s identity. Somewhere between the eleventh and sixteenth, Chanyeol learns that Luhan is a coward. Right after the nineteenth concert, Chanyeol drags Luhan behind the stage and kisses him until both were breathless.

In hindsight, it was inevitable. Somehow they knew that they knew where to find each other like a radar seeking out equal crazy. As they hold hands behind the stage now, they become a bundle of weird and derpy, making crazy faces together. Their relationship was a draft, but they worked together to make it their masterpiece.

It’s more fun that way anyway.

[bemylaydae]

yo thats like bidding on something not for sale you cant do that its like "sir i won the bid" "i didn't put my car on ebay what are you talking about" end of discussion bai *waves goodbye*

As already stated, owner has spoken and the matter is closed

[bemylaydae]

I'LL PUT YOU IN THE 'THANKS TO' SECTION OF MY NOVEL AND I WILL BRING YOU TO THE PHOTOSHOOT FOR THE COVER (I demand Sehun to be on it teehee and maybe other EXO members *hint hint Chen*)

I’m sorry but appeals to the person in question is not authorized. You may, however, appeal to the owner

[bemylaydae]

NO PARY THIS NOT OKAY YOU TOOK OVER 24 HOURS OR SO IDEK BUT YOU ANSWERED LATE

I’m sorry this issue is closed! If you can come up with a reasonable offer, then it’s possible. It’s the current owner’s call :3

secretly giggling and touched at the attention

[bemylaydae]

NOT FOR SALE /GROWLS/

So the owner as spoken.

NOT FOR SALE

[bemylaydae]

WHAT IS THIS GET AWAY NO I DO NOT VERIFY ANYTHING GET AWAY BEFORE I COME AFTER YOU WITH A BAT - LOVE, PARY

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