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Jonghyun is stimming with the teeth of his shark stuffie, Dex, while trying to decide whether or not she’s going to completely trash the audio file he’s been working on all night when his phone screen lights up, softly blipping as the screen reads: nini ♡

AU: Cuddle Time Pairings/OT+: squish!Jongtae, queerplatonic!Jongminkey Rating: R for language, everything else is pretty innocent Word count: 1500+ Content warnings: Two ableist slurs, some body dysmorphia/dysphoria, mention of anti-nonbinary and anti-otherkin sentiments. Notes: Sequel to Cuddle Time. Please don’t bother reading this fic if you’re gonna be an asshole about otherkin, thanks. Synopsis: Jonghyun has a new squish. Also pups queerplatonic partners squish pup in a sandwich to give pup deep pressure. Also everyone is nonbinary and ace spec and Autistic.

“I hate everything.”

Minho and Kibum looked up from their shared game of Portal 2 just in time to see Jonghyun appear in the living room doorway following pups dark pronouncement, pups eyebrows drawn together in anger as pups hands clenched into little fists. Kibum blinked at Jonghyun, still processing pups words, while Minho hastily paused the game.

Jonghyun glared at them both in silence for a bit, and then crossed the room and flung pupself facedown onto the empty sofa behind them.

“Any particular reason?” Minho ventured, setting his controller down onto the floor next to him and turning around to face the sofa.

Pups voice was muffled by the cushions. “Got into an argument on Reddit.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Taemin swore, sucking on his bleeding thumb.  He was hopping a barbed (pretty sparsely, to be honest) wire fence that enclosed a private beachfront property, and his hand snagged because he was being careless.  A few battle scars here and there were bound to happen, he reasons.  More to tell Jongin and Jonghyun about tomorrow.  

My first fic for @katrinawritesthings‘ polysquest!! Also on ao3!

~650

Rating: R

Pairing: onjongho

Summary:  Minho was met with a site he was tired of seeing and finally explodes.

Warnings: a lil smutty in the beginning but nothing actually happens

the one where jong is a surfer nd taem is a stoner

“Aren’t you usually hanging around at the bonfire down there?” Jonghyun asks. He points down the beach at where the fire is just barely visible in the distance. That’s where the stoners usually hang at night and Jonghyun is sure he’s seen bleached hair and purple tips lounging around in the glow of the flames before. Taemin nods without turning to look.

“Mmhmm,” they say, “but now I’m here.”

Prompt: Living with disability

Pairings: Jongyu (main), side 2min Rating: PG Warning: angst, car crash, physical injury Word Count: ~10K

Jonghyun knew he looked hideous. He was in front of the mirror, trying to style his black hair. But it was painfully clear that no hairstyle, no matter how elaborate, could distract from the scar marring one half of his face. He was lucky that he could still see on his right eye, the doctors had said after he had woken up from the coma the accident had sent him into. Sometimes he almost wished for that luck to not have happened – maybe he would see less of his own ugliness with only half of his vision.

Jinx and Taemin are from different worlds, but the isolation and self doubt they feel are very similar. Drawn together as they both search for a magical cure for their problems the two grow to realize that there may be a space for them in this world after all. Note: Onew is agender (has no gender) and goes by Jinx in this story.

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i’m just gonna start out by saying i really don’t know a whole lot about asexuality but i looked it up and i really hope this is okay? but that’s why it’s so short i’m sorry orz

Group Bonding

“Did you see all the girl group members backstage today? Holy. Shit.” 

Taemin yawns and falls onto the couch once SHINee gets back into the dorm. He’s already claimed the remote by the time Jonghyun and the others can come over, and he’s set on watching Shark Week no matter what these losers want; he got the remote first, dammit.

And now, while he’s trying to watch the beauty that is sharks breaching, these losers are talking loudly about which idol was the hottest backstage today. He wishes they would at least let him watch five minutes of Shark Week before they start having a conversation that they expect him to participate in.

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Rating: PG-13 (for language) 

Eunsook snuggled further into her giant blanket as she swirled her spoon in the jar of nutella and took a giant bite, before turning the volume up on the latest episode of Revenge that she was binging. The apartment door lock rattled and Eunsook jumped as the door banged open, but it was just Tae, home at last from their shift at Burger Palace. They shuffled in, head down, their arms drowned in a giant hoodie that reached down to mid-thigh.

“Tae?” Eunsook inquired tentatively. This kind of body language from Tae was never a good sign.

Instead of responding, Tae walked into the living room and flopped facedown on the couch, their legs hanging half off the side as they buried their head in the opposite corner from where Eunsook sat.

Eunsook paused the episode and reached over to pat Tae’s back. “Hey dude,” she said softly. “You okay?”

Tae let out a long angry-sounding stream of words made indistinct by the cushions pressed against their face.

“Couldn’t quite make that out,” Eunsook prodded.

Tae turned their head to the side. “Fucking manager kept me super fucking late to clean the entire fucking place because none of my fucking coworkers stayed to fucking help. And every fucking customer the entire fucking day kept fucking misgendering me and it was just ‘ma’am’ this and ‘miss’ that every five fucking seconds. I hate cis people. I hate capitalism. I hate everyone. I hate life.”

Eunsook nodded. “Sounds like you had a rough day,” she said softly.

Tae groaned. “I just wanna smash my face through a wall.”

Pairings: Jongkey, Jongho, Minkey, Jongkeyho Rating: PG-13 (for language and brief non-explicit mentions of teh sex) Word count: 1800+ Synopsis: *movie trailer voice* The poly OT3 Boyfriends Assemble nerds are back, and this time they’re on a beach vacation, cuddling and watching nerdy movies!

(read the first installment in this au, if you want– it’s not necessary to understand this fic though)

As much as Jonghyun loved swimming in the ocean with Minho or tanning on the sand next to Gwiboon, his favorite part about their beach vacation was when the day dimmed to twilight, and they retreated to their small beach bungalow, with salt in their hair and sand between their toes, to cuddle on the sofa and eat with unrivaled and vigorous appetites as the breeze moved through the open windows of the house.

Minho and Gwiboon were making dinner in the kitchen tonight, and they had tasked Jonghyun with choosing their evening movie. He was now in the process of severely overthinking it, as he alternated between scrolling through Netflix and pawing through the stack of DVDs that he had brought in its own small suitcase from home.

“All of Fringe and Warehouse 13? Really, Jjong?” Minho had raised an eyebrow when he saw Jonghyun packing the bag.

“I’m more concerned with why he packed Voyager instead of The Next Generation.” His girlfriend held up the offending DVDs.

“You never know what we might be in the mood for,” Jonghyun said, pointing at Minho. He turned to Gwiboon. “And don’t shit on Voyager. Captain Janeway is amazing.”

Jonghyun deliberated now as he tapped his fingers against the surface of the Voyager boxed set. He decided at last that he wasn’t feeling it, and set it aside. He had been squatting next to the bag for so long that his legs were hurting, and he rubbed his shins absently as he tried to pick something.

As if she had heard his thoughts, Gwiboon called from the kitchen. “You have thirty seconds, Jjong, or I’m going to make you rewatch the second J. J. Abrams Star Trek movie.”

Minho’s repulsed “ugh!” was so strong that Jonghyun could imagine him physically recoiling from Gwiboon.