zeeceee asked:

jongyu, jinki works at a pet store and this really tiny, really cute guy comes in everyday to look at the puppies and jinki wonders why he doesn't just buy one, but he kinda doesn't want him to

“Whoosh," Jinki whispers, feeling air fly past his face. The wheels of the break room chair clatter under him as he speeds down the aisles, his hair flying free. "Vroom vroom.”

He sticks a leg out to propel himself faster and as his sneakers squeak against the linoleum his arms spread outward to repel the threat of collision with the hamster tunnel display or an inconveniently-placed shelf. Jinki likes the slow shift sometimes. It’s nice. No one can blame him for the boredom, though.

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“Fuck,” Key hissed softly through his teeth, his head falling back to lightly thump against the stall of the crowded, noisy airport bathroom. His fingers threaded into the jet black head of hair below him and tugged gently, his lips turning to a sleazy, pleasured grin, never wanting the delicious wet sounds of those pretty lips stretching around his cock to stop.

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christmas 2013
an excuse to make things for my favorite people on tumblr

Merry Christmas, Zaz :D

man we’ve only known each other for like 2 months but dsdfgsdf i love you bby you’re my soulmate and i’m just so glad i found your blog and decided not to be a lazy ass and send you a message ;w; i hope you have the most amazing christmas ever and that this little thing made it even a bit more amazing ;u; <333

Hello lovelies this is Saima. I’m sending this post through a friend and I hope you check it out. I’m really sorry for worrying any of you and disappearing so suddenly. All of you made my tumblr more enjoyable so thank you. 

unbirthdaysong * zarzarthebear * miracchii * mindblowinglyawesome * bumblekey * goomiho * choijonghie * iheartshineeboys * seoulmelody * cupcakedeni * jjongosaurusrex * squishybummie * shineewantsthed * youobviouslyloveonew * thoseshiningstars * sleepyheaded * herewegobebe * naekibum * keyvictim * squickz * minhomakesme * lastkim * soojng

zeeceee asked:

taekey, assassins u3u

“You didn’t start liking him, did you?”

Kibum shuts the door, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his brows furrowed together tightly. Taemin’s eyes on him pierce through the darkness and right through his skin, even though he can barely see anything, he feels them. “Shut up, Tae,” he says tiredly, taking his jacket off while he moves his feet to the kitchen. His throat is dry. He hears Taemin coming after him and he wishes he wouldn’t. His judging stare burns his back as he pours himself a glass of gin, downing swiftly before he fills it again.

Taemin’s hand on his wrist stops him, and he looks up unwillingly.

"Did you kill him?” His gaze is intense, stern, and Kibum averts his eyes, yanking his wrist from Taemin’s grip and drinks up.

“Kibum, did you kill him?” Taemin repeats urgently, once again gripping his wrist to stop him from taking a third glass. “Tell me you—”

"I did!” Kibum shouts, shoving Taemin away roughly, eyes clenched shut and his words slurring already. “I fucking did it, so you can leave me the fuck alone and stop fucking worrying about it. I killed him, job done.”

"Good.” Taemin’s voice is cold and Kibum’s eyes snap open. “Because that is our job.” He steps closer, so close their noses are almost touching, stares at him intensely, not allowing Kibum to look away. “It’s the only way we can survive, we have to do it. And you know it.” He grips Kibum’s chin, forcing him to keep looking at him when he turns his head away. “Look at me. You were the one who taught me not to get close to a target, hyung. ‘Get as close as possible but always keep your distance.’”

Kibum closes his eyes, face scrunched up and lips pressed together tightly. “I know. I fucking know, Tae, but it’s not just that easy—”

"I know it’s not.” Taemin’s voice softens for a moment, but it’s still strict, still urgent even when it falls to a whisper. “But we have to remind ourselves. Always. We need to survive, we’re first. We can’t afford mistakes, we can’t afford weakness, we just can’t, hyung.”

It’s not often that Kibum looks at him like this, so lost and small, desperate to hold on to something, to him. But it makes Taemin give in, always give in and he pulls him close, lets him bite down on his lips, his neck, lets him dig his nails into his skin and take him to bed, where he rips his clothes off his body and lets him forget about everything for just one night.

zeeceee asked:

jongho, minho's taking a shortcut through the park home and he sees jjong on a bench reading a harry potter book or smth and before he can even think he just yells out I fUCKING LOVE HARRY POTTER and scurries on over, scaring jjong and the parents of children everywhere


In the midst of exams and the annoying scent of newly-formed couples blooming in the early springtime, Minho’s really out of patience. His walk home is getting longer every day, and that little park on the corner is looking better and better. Even though it’s a dog park, and Minho’s developed a habit of attracting unsavory canine types in the past few weeks. Whatever. The odds of being peed on or bitten are significantly lower when you’re not carrying sausages around, and Minho’s learned his lesson there. He’s only carrying his camera. He’ll hurry through. It’ll be fine.

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…and catch some criminals for me, yeah?

it’s the jongho cop au for zarzarthebear’s birthday uwu 
ilu bby, hope you like it ;w; i had all the fun nd fuzzy feelings drawing this :‘3

zeeceee asked:

kisses ur cheeks i hope this isnt awful of me to ask for a second, but what about jonghyun dating police officer choi minho, like maybe a day in the life, or jjong flirts his way out of a ticket or maybe into one but he gets a number anyway

Jonghyun woke up at the sound of Minho’s radio crackling on, the dispatcher speaking in the code he hadn’t yet deciphered, and groaned. “Why is that on?” he asked as Minho reached over to turn the volume up and listen in. 

“Just in case.” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He swung out of bed and Jonghyun flapped his hand at him.

“Where are you going?” he whined.

“To call in and see if I’m needed.” Minho said, leaning down and pressing his lips to Jonghyun’s messy hair.

“No!” Jonghyun sobbed kicking his feet like a child. “Can’t you pretend you didn’t hear it.”

“That wouldn’t be very ethical, would it?” Minho rolled his eyes as he slid into his slippers and sat on the edge of Jonghyun’s side of the bed. 

“I hate your valiant ass.” Jonghyun grumbled as Minho kissed his cheek. “If you die, don’t expect me to cry for you, not even a little bit.”

“I won’t die, babe.” Minho promised before pecking his lips lightly. 

“I love you.” Jonghyun whispered. 

“I love you, too.” Minho hummed, kissing him again before getting up to make the call.

He came back in the room after about three minutes and slid into bed carefully.

“They don’t need you?” Jonghyun asked as he curled himself around the taller man. 

“Nope.” Minho wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.

“Good.” Jonghyun hummed, nuzzling into his chest. “Then I hate you again.”

Minho chuckled. “I hate you, too.” he said fondly. “Goodnight.”

So. For Zarzarthebear Even though like I dunno if this is what you want.. but Ima go with it.

So jongho. Waiting at a bus stop okay. It’s late. Jonghyun just got off work. Minho is coming home from going out with his best friend, and they are just tired. Like bones aching wanting to fall into a heap of blankets they call their bed as soon as they get home, kind of tired.

So Jonghyun’s eating a twix. He didn’t eat much for lunch, and dinner was some leftovers he stole from the break room (shhh no one knows it was him) And It’s not like he hasn’t noticed the tall, very attractive stranger man giving his candy the look over. 

The bus is late, and this man doesn’t stop eyeing his candy, so he kind of glares, “I’m not sharing.”

But then Minho’s eyes kind of widen really big, and he’s looking fully at him, and Jonghyun’s just like fuck he’s cute,

He gives Minho his other twix bar.