Here it finally is! The Kaisoo Day Special! (a little late >.<) These prompts were given to me by my friends. I hope you guys enjoy them!!
Not All Good Boys Go To Heaven
Written for Maddie Genre: Smut, Top!kai Rating: M Length: 3.7k w. Prompt: Choir boy, Jongin, has his eyes set for Priest Kyungsoo.
The bump is staged, he knows. Long, lithe fingers come in contact with his back, brushing in a gentle stroke as opulent brown irises peer into his own. They stare at him for a moment, flashes of desire reflecting deep within. Kyungsoo drowns inside those pools of light, mild coherence seeping into his awareness as he hears the words ‘I’m sorry’ gently tumble from the boy’s lush pink lips.
Written for GiGi Genre: Fluff, Comedy Rating: PG-13 Length: 2.2k w. Prompt: Kyungsoo is a quiet and skillful mariner, who has to deal with another fine mess by Kim Jongin, the island’s troublemaker.
“Jongin, knock it off!” Kyungsoo yells when he sees the boy playing with ties of the stationed sailboat at the dock. It’s like he does things specifically to piss Kyungsoo off. Ever since he docked onto this island, Kyungsoo has had to deal with the troublesome boy on numerous occasions. He came to the quaint island on an expedition for training as a navigator, however, his mentor could not join him due to other business. Which is why Kyungsoo continues to find himself having large amounts of free time.
Little Green Monster
Written for Arisu Genre: Fluff, Comedy Rating: PG-13 Length: 2.3k w. Prompt: Jongin may or may not be jealous when he sees that his boyfriend, Kyungsoo, is found snuggling with Chanyeol.
It all comes down to control, Jongin thinks. You know, that thing that keeps you sane? Well, he tries maintaining some form of self-control when he walks into the living room and sees his boyfriend sleeping soundly while snuggled up to Chanyeol, who is also asleep. The dorms are empty, save for the three of them this week. The other EXO members are away vacaying in the Bahamas, and a few of them are visiting Universal Studios. (Read)
Written for Bunny Genre: Fluff, Domestic Kaisoo Rating: PG-13 Length: 1.2k w. Prompt: Jongin stumbles upon a sleeping Kyungsoo with a flower crown and two kids in his arms.
Life drains from his limb as his body treads along on his last burst of caffeine. Staying overtime at his job as an accountant has become his usual working hours and he absolutely hates it. His eyes are barely open when he stumbles up the steps of his apartment building. He tries his best to stand straight and not hunch over like his husband nags him about, but his weariness is dragging him down with every step. (Read)
I’ll Have A Side of You
Written for Amy Genre: Smut, Top!soo Rating: M Length: 4.6k w. Prompt: Chef Kyungsoo has to deal with a strange customer.
“You need to sauté not sear, and I need those vegetables diced not julienne.” Kyungsoo yelled as he rubbed the sweat from his forehead with the back of his palm. His eyes were steady on applying the final touches to a fettuccine pasta with crispy pancetta. Turning around between the two steel rectangular tables, he added a pinch of parsley to top the orzo dish with slow roasted tomatoes. A smile grew on his face as he beheld the results of his work.
Rumple’s gaze into the future was nice, but it was often problematic in the sense that what he saw could be either out of sequence or not account for a lapse in time. A more recent vision showed him two images, one of a couple about to have a baby but would gladly trade it away and another couple that would gladly trade for a baby. He was already on his way back to the castle after he was summoned for the baby from the couple that was having it, he assumed that he would be summoned form the next couple at any second however he wasn’t. Another fine mess that that seer’s power had gotten him into, he had a baby he didnt want or care for stuck with him until he was summoned to give this baby up.
As he entered the castle he was greeted by his maid/caretaker of the castle, “Here, take care of this for me.” he said with a gruffness in his voice as he thrusted the baby in the woman’s arms and started to walk away without another word.
Obi-Wan and Ashoka mulling over their life choices in masters and padawans whilst waiting outside the Jedi council chambers for Anakin to finish being reprimanded for his latest stunt.
specifically not to attend this particular council session. At least, that is
the diplomatic way in which he explains it to Ahsoka when he finds her brooding
outside the council chamber. In actuality, he told Mace Windu only hours ago
that he would, in no uncertain terms, be innegotiably unavailable whenever
Master Skywalker returned to Coruscant, because “to say he’s overdone it
this time would be an inexcusable abuse of understated language”. Mace reminds
him that he has an obligation. Obi-Wan agrees. He finds himself obliged to
sabotage the holo-com unit he uses to remotely attend council when he is
off-world. He has been rehearsing an angelic, innocent shrug to use when Mace
inevitably corners him later.
“Another fine mess he’s
gotten himself into,” Ahsoka drawls under her breath, glaring at nothing and
everything. Obi-Wan settles into a seat on the bench beside her.
“It’s not the first, nor
will it be the last,” he says. Her sigh makes her sink a little further down
against the wall.
“Like you have to remind
me.” she has the air of a long-suffering creche master.
Felicity had arrived in a
simple green dress; it fell to her knee with a tight bodice and collared
neckline. The fabric below her waist flowed like silk being chased by a stiff
afternoon breeze. Her hair was pinned at the sides but the rest remained
comfortably around her delicate neck. Oliver’s suit was black with classic
clean lines and a dark blue shirt to match. He marveled at how they moved with
harmony and grace as they each smiled lightly upon their approach.
Laurel waved brightly while
he remained green faced and frowning. Oliver pulled Felicity’s chair out and,
she of course gave him a smile that reminded him of Anna’s. It was simple,
reassuring, and most shockingly loving…
As the waiter took their
drink orders he let his distracted mind wander even further into the murk
invested waters of his darkening soul…
Well, here’s another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into - a 1/10 scale Bell & Howell camera. The crank turns, the lens turret rotates, and the magazine can be removed. It still needs a few details (and a tripod), but I ran out of glue so I’ll leave it at that for now. This isn’t exactly something I did on a whim - I need some three-dimensional reference for my gal’s weapon of choice.
And now, because I’m an utter nerd, here’s the model sitting on top of an actual movie camera -