keuroket asks, i deliver
aka a post of things i wrote because i wanted keuroket to draw me things
let's go a little harder
chanyeol/lu han, pg-13, idk lol
chanyeol's life is basically the cicada meme. with this GR8 MEME!!
After the first intimate connect with Chanyeol's balls - Chanyeol doesn't let slip that it was Lu Han's foot to Baekhyun - everything seems a lot easier in school, especially when they meet in corridors to pound hug because that's what soccer bros do. What soccer bros don't do, however, is ask each other out to dinner and make out sessions, so Chanyeol decides to rectify that and ambushes Lu Han's pretty ass bending over to retrieve his books from his locker.
"So," Chanyeol says as he sidles up to Lu Han, leaning against the locker next to Lu Han's like how all the people who got game do it, bracing his arm on the locker for the nerves that are suddenly creeping through his chest. "You wanna hang out after practice? Get pizza?"
Lu Han's eyes are bright with a tiny smile playing on his lips when he turns. "Sure," he says in the exact same way Chanyeol expected him to, "I'll ask the rest of the team, too."
who says we can't be like the wind
baekhyun/jongdae, pg-13, fluff
thank god for painful, strappy heels. warning: genderswitch. with genderbend baekchen
There's something about Baekhyun that's different today, though Jongdae can't quite pinpoint it. Enough experiences have told him that there must be something different, since he's "dumb as a box of rocks" when it comes to things like this according to Baekhyun, but it can't be that she's taller. right? Her eyes seem a little higher today though, and there's a wince on her lips.... ah.
Jongdae only really gets it when she lifts the back of her heel to poke gingerly at the rapidly forming abrasion - he can see where the strap of her shoes has cut into her heel and it all makes sense, now.
"But why the fuck did you wear heels?" is the first thing he says when Baekhyun gives him a pointed look, though he holds his arm as steady as he can when she pinches it, wobbling on her good foot. It's clearly not just for balance - Baekhyun intensifies her pinch in reply.
"Ow." Jongdae says, watching her undo the straps so she's dragging her shoes around. Baekhyun has been his girlfriend for a lot less than she's been his best friend, but this moment watching her make pained faces and that blood mar the smooth stretch of her skin he just wants to help her.
So off his shoes go, Jongdae stepping into the tops of his shoes to meet the twinkle in Baekhyun's eyes.
"You can have them," he says, not yet realising how badly baekhyun's heels would fit on him. It's kind of laughable because they fit just perfect, except for, well, the fact that they were girl's shoes. But Baekhyun's grin as she slips his sneakers on - Jongdae can't feel anything inside to refute that.
They look ridiculous, Jongdae realises as he catches sight of them in a mirror heading past a store - Baekhyun in basketball high tops underneath her swishy skirt and him in strappy espadrilles under jeans. They get a ton of weird glances, but Baekhyun's happy hugging of his arm makes up for it. The kiss she presses to his jaw when she fits the hem of his tee to tug him in kind of helps, too.
bold as love
chanyeol/jongin, pg-13, fluff ig
pepero day, aka chanyeol's chance to hoodwink kisses out of unsuspecting boyfriends. with this baby
It's a breezy day, beautiful sun baking his cheeks, the wind carding through his hair, his hand in Jongin's, too. Kissing him, Jongin's lips slick on his own, moulding and melting against his like they were meant to, popping them off his lower lip. The backdrop looks like a beach on Micronesia, though Chanyeol's rather beyond caring where they are, especially with Jongin making tiny breathy noises against his mouth, soft and pliant. The sort of beaches the crew bus had driven past, glittering with promise and what looked like no mosquitoes. There were certainly none of those pesky shits that had made his life hell in Micronesia right now, anyway, and it is pretty much heaven.
Of course, it's not till the errant thought gets wedged inside Chanyeol's head like a seed and starts to grow after more seconds of Jongin pressing his body flush against Chanyeol that he starts wondering why Jongin came to Micronesia too, wait, didn't he go home... already? Chanyeol distinctly remembers his abundant slathering of hydrocortisone at the airport with a sick sort of satisfaction that never again. Which begs the question - why were they back in Micronesia -
"Stop drooling," Kyungsoo's voice is painfully loud when something hard connects with Chanyeol's ass. "And wake up, we're late." Chanyeol pulls away from his ....pillow to find himself in his pajamas, in his room, and quite definitely in Korea.
"What?"
Kyungsoo just shoves him into the toilet, with nary a blink. "You missed breakfast, and soon the van, too, if you don't get ready in five minutes."
Well, fuck. But it had been a good dream, and later in the car with a stolen Pepero stick from Sehun for breakfast Chanyeol's day is a lot better, because it's Pepero Day, and that's as good an excuse as any to coax/barter/hoodwink Jongin into a kiss.
"You know," Chanyeol brings up casually like he's discussing the merits of his face when it's only Jongin and him in the waiting room, "it's Pepero Day today." Slip a stick into his mouth, chocolate side end facing Jongin 'cause he's a good boyfriend, smooth as silk.
Jongin's wrinkle of his nose is adorable, if anything besides pride-hurting. Are you fucking serious, Jongin doesn't really have to say, especially not when he tugs another stick out of the pack Chanyeol's holding to crunch on it. Chanyeol can barely help the tiny pout beginning on his lips - it's not fucking fair, he'd had nothing but the rare buzzes of Jongin's texts in Micronesia, and that just sucked.
So he drops the one in his mouth, leans forward to catch the end (chocolate end, this time, because Jongin's a dick) of the stick Jongin's holding in his mouth and slips a hand around Jongin's waist to hold him close. Jongin freezes, for a second, watching him like he's fucking ridiculous, but then there's that tiny roll of his eyes and Chanyeol already knows what's coming next.
It's just like his dream, except in a waiting room instead, but the actual slip and slide of Jongin's lips on his skin? Yeah, priceless.
giving my life to a rainbow like you
chanyeol/jongin, pg-13, general
back to the same scene, except a little different. inspired by nature republic pics ha ha ha
"Just shut up and drive," Jongin says, jamming a lollipop in Chanyeol's mouth and he does, just that. Kind of ridiculous what Jongin can do to Chanyeol, but years of being bandmates does that to you, (Not really, if he's quite honest, but Chanyeol's stopped doing that when it comes to Jongin for a long time, now.)
So he does. It's a nice view, fields in emerald and canary zipping by in the side of Chanyeol's window, nearing lines laid ahead into the horizon, Jongin's cheeks holding a pool of sunshine. No real destination - the trip itself had been so impromptu Chanyeol had been quite surprised himself, when Jongin readily agreed to his offhand remark.
"I wanna go to Boseong," Chanyeol had said, then, on Jongin's room floor, intensely aware of the point where Jongin's feet ended and his waist started. Merely a beat of space, and they'd been a lot closer, before, so why was that little itch behind his heart back? "Remember when we did that shoot there, for something I forget. But it's a really nice place."
"Let's go," Jongin had said, still absently scratching Jjanggu's head.
So they did, one of Jongin's shirts apiece sitting innocuously in the trunk, and a spread fit for a college student's week long exam cram from the rest stop convenience store in Jongin's backpack ("picnic basket", Chanyeol had declared). It had been a long drive, and Chanyeol had had to stop for a caffeine boost at the next rest stop while Jongin went on snoring in the car. His tiny run of drool had been exactly the same way Chanyeol had left it, before he'd run into Starbucks. The most adorable thing Chanyeol had ever seen, he had thought before he stopped himself.
"Is this the one you were already eating -" Chanyeol says and pretend chokes on the lollipop, until Jongin rolls his eyes and reaches out to grab it, but Chanyeol's too fast for him. Jongin grabs a bit of his hair instead, fingers sliding cleanly through to slip down, grazing Chanyeol's arm, and holding his glance a little more breathtakingly than Chanyeol's ever cared to admit. When Jongin turns the other way to take in the pretty scenery, Chanyeol's left staring at the crown of Jongin's head, the band of light where sunlight hits the curve of his hair, like he'd always done. Perhaps he's a little more disappointed this time, than relieved. It means, this time, that what he could have is a lot nearer to what he doesn't than what he rejects.
"It's nice," Jongin says, looking out of his window. "Feels like fresh air."
It does. The yellows and greens catching the waning sun is a different kind of magic next to Jongin, glittering so bright they almost hurt Chanyeol's eyes, and Chanyeol suddenly remembers when he'd first fallen in love with Jongin, in that practice room they'd spent a good half of their lives in, just the two of them in another of those Chanyeol Emergency practice sessions. It had been the smallest of things - Jongin laughing at something Chanyeol said, and Chanyeol finally figured the itch in his chest was a want to kiss the laugh off Jongin's lips. This is it, the itch he's feeling now, as Jongin picks up the leaf that had blown onto his lap through the open window and sticks it, gingerly, in Chanyeol's hair. The graze of Jongin's finger everywhere Chanyeol can feel is gentler, sweeter than a kiss.
"Princess," Jongin says, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The word makes Chanyeol laugh, too, somehow buoyed by the wind in his hair, and he tucks his hair behind his ear, careful not to touch the present Jongin left. Jongin's laugh in return is bursting.
Turning forward, the road laid out to forever in front of Chanyeol, the itch seems magnified in the small space inside the car brimming with all the promise in the world. Anything else seems dwarfed in comparison, and Chanyeol's always been good at taking the plunge, anyway. Perhaps, Chanyeol thinks as he steps on the accelerator and feeling Jongin's whoop of cheer tunnel into his ears, this is exactly what he needs.
by the way, in case anyone wants to tell me (anon or otherwise) what they feel about my fic, here is my anonfeedback thread! alternatively anon comments are always turned on in this comm or you can leave me an ask @ cardium
let's go a little harder
chanyeol/lu han, pg-13, idk lol
chanyeol's life is basically the cicada meme. with this GR8 MEME!!
After the first intimate connect with Chanyeol's balls - Chanyeol doesn't let slip that it was Lu Han's foot to Baekhyun - everything seems a lot easier in school, especially when they meet in corridors to pound hug because that's what soccer bros do. What soccer bros don't do, however, is ask each other out to dinner and make out sessions, so Chanyeol decides to rectify that and ambushes Lu Han's pretty ass bending over to retrieve his books from his locker.
"So," Chanyeol says as he sidles up to Lu Han, leaning against the locker next to Lu Han's like how all the people who got game do it, bracing his arm on the locker for the nerves that are suddenly creeping through his chest. "You wanna hang out after practice? Get pizza?"
Lu Han's eyes are bright with a tiny smile playing on his lips when he turns. "Sure," he says in the exact same way Chanyeol expected him to, "I'll ask the rest of the team, too."
who says we can't be like the wind
baekhyun/jongdae, pg-13, fluff
thank god for painful, strappy heels. warning: genderswitch. with genderbend baekchen
There's something about Baekhyun that's different today, though Jongdae can't quite pinpoint it. Enough experiences have told him that there must be something different, since he's "dumb as a box of rocks" when it comes to things like this according to Baekhyun, but it can't be that she's taller. right? Her eyes seem a little higher today though, and there's a wince on her lips.... ah.
Jongdae only really gets it when she lifts the back of her heel to poke gingerly at the rapidly forming abrasion - he can see where the strap of her shoes has cut into her heel and it all makes sense, now.
"But why the fuck did you wear heels?" is the first thing he says when Baekhyun gives him a pointed look, though he holds his arm as steady as he can when she pinches it, wobbling on her good foot. It's clearly not just for balance - Baekhyun intensifies her pinch in reply.
"Ow." Jongdae says, watching her undo the straps so she's dragging her shoes around. Baekhyun has been his girlfriend for a lot less than she's been his best friend, but this moment watching her make pained faces and that blood mar the smooth stretch of her skin he just wants to help her.
So off his shoes go, Jongdae stepping into the tops of his shoes to meet the twinkle in Baekhyun's eyes.
"You can have them," he says, not yet realising how badly baekhyun's heels would fit on him. It's kind of laughable because they fit just perfect, except for, well, the fact that they were girl's shoes. But Baekhyun's grin as she slips his sneakers on - Jongdae can't feel anything inside to refute that.
They look ridiculous, Jongdae realises as he catches sight of them in a mirror heading past a store - Baekhyun in basketball high tops underneath her swishy skirt and him in strappy espadrilles under jeans. They get a ton of weird glances, but Baekhyun's happy hugging of his arm makes up for it. The kiss she presses to his jaw when she fits the hem of his tee to tug him in kind of helps, too.
bold as love
chanyeol/jongin, pg-13, fluff ig
pepero day, aka chanyeol's chance to hoodwink kisses out of unsuspecting boyfriends. with this baby
It's a breezy day, beautiful sun baking his cheeks, the wind carding through his hair, his hand in Jongin's, too. Kissing him, Jongin's lips slick on his own, moulding and melting against his like they were meant to, popping them off his lower lip. The backdrop looks like a beach on Micronesia, though Chanyeol's rather beyond caring where they are, especially with Jongin making tiny breathy noises against his mouth, soft and pliant. The sort of beaches the crew bus had driven past, glittering with promise and what looked like no mosquitoes. There were certainly none of those pesky shits that had made his life hell in Micronesia right now, anyway, and it is pretty much heaven.
Of course, it's not till the errant thought gets wedged inside Chanyeol's head like a seed and starts to grow after more seconds of Jongin pressing his body flush against Chanyeol that he starts wondering why Jongin came to Micronesia too, wait, didn't he go home... already? Chanyeol distinctly remembers his abundant slathering of hydrocortisone at the airport with a sick sort of satisfaction that never again. Which begs the question - why were they back in Micronesia -
"Stop drooling," Kyungsoo's voice is painfully loud when something hard connects with Chanyeol's ass. "And wake up, we're late." Chanyeol pulls away from his ....pillow to find himself in his pajamas, in his room, and quite definitely in Korea.
"What?"
Kyungsoo just shoves him into the toilet, with nary a blink. "You missed breakfast, and soon the van, too, if you don't get ready in five minutes."
Well, fuck. But it had been a good dream, and later in the car with a stolen Pepero stick from Sehun for breakfast Chanyeol's day is a lot better, because it's Pepero Day, and that's as good an excuse as any to coax/barter/hoodwink Jongin into a kiss.
"You know," Chanyeol brings up casually like he's discussing the merits of his face when it's only Jongin and him in the waiting room, "it's Pepero Day today." Slip a stick into his mouth, chocolate side end facing Jongin 'cause he's a good boyfriend, smooth as silk.
Jongin's wrinkle of his nose is adorable, if anything besides pride-hurting. Are you fucking serious, Jongin doesn't really have to say, especially not when he tugs another stick out of the pack Chanyeol's holding to crunch on it. Chanyeol can barely help the tiny pout beginning on his lips - it's not fucking fair, he'd had nothing but the rare buzzes of Jongin's texts in Micronesia, and that just sucked.
So he drops the one in his mouth, leans forward to catch the end (chocolate end, this time, because Jongin's a dick) of the stick Jongin's holding in his mouth and slips a hand around Jongin's waist to hold him close. Jongin freezes, for a second, watching him like he's fucking ridiculous, but then there's that tiny roll of his eyes and Chanyeol already knows what's coming next.
It's just like his dream, except in a waiting room instead, but the actual slip and slide of Jongin's lips on his skin? Yeah, priceless.
giving my life to a rainbow like you
chanyeol/jongin, pg-13, general
back to the same scene, except a little different. inspired by nature republic pics ha ha ha
"Just shut up and drive," Jongin says, jamming a lollipop in Chanyeol's mouth and he does, just that. Kind of ridiculous what Jongin can do to Chanyeol, but years of being bandmates does that to you, (Not really, if he's quite honest, but Chanyeol's stopped doing that when it comes to Jongin for a long time, now.)
So he does. It's a nice view, fields in emerald and canary zipping by in the side of Chanyeol's window, nearing lines laid ahead into the horizon, Jongin's cheeks holding a pool of sunshine. No real destination - the trip itself had been so impromptu Chanyeol had been quite surprised himself, when Jongin readily agreed to his offhand remark.
"I wanna go to Boseong," Chanyeol had said, then, on Jongin's room floor, intensely aware of the point where Jongin's feet ended and his waist started. Merely a beat of space, and they'd been a lot closer, before, so why was that little itch behind his heart back? "Remember when we did that shoot there, for something I forget. But it's a really nice place."
"Let's go," Jongin had said, still absently scratching Jjanggu's head.
So they did, one of Jongin's shirts apiece sitting innocuously in the trunk, and a spread fit for a college student's week long exam cram from the rest stop convenience store in Jongin's backpack ("picnic basket", Chanyeol had declared). It had been a long drive, and Chanyeol had had to stop for a caffeine boost at the next rest stop while Jongin went on snoring in the car. His tiny run of drool had been exactly the same way Chanyeol had left it, before he'd run into Starbucks. The most adorable thing Chanyeol had ever seen, he had thought before he stopped himself.
"Is this the one you were already eating -" Chanyeol says and pretend chokes on the lollipop, until Jongin rolls his eyes and reaches out to grab it, but Chanyeol's too fast for him. Jongin grabs a bit of his hair instead, fingers sliding cleanly through to slip down, grazing Chanyeol's arm, and holding his glance a little more breathtakingly than Chanyeol's ever cared to admit. When Jongin turns the other way to take in the pretty scenery, Chanyeol's left staring at the crown of Jongin's head, the band of light where sunlight hits the curve of his hair, like he'd always done. Perhaps he's a little more disappointed this time, than relieved. It means, this time, that what he could have is a lot nearer to what he doesn't than what he rejects.
"It's nice," Jongin says, looking out of his window. "Feels like fresh air."
It does. The yellows and greens catching the waning sun is a different kind of magic next to Jongin, glittering so bright they almost hurt Chanyeol's eyes, and Chanyeol suddenly remembers when he'd first fallen in love with Jongin, in that practice room they'd spent a good half of their lives in, just the two of them in another of those Chanyeol Emergency practice sessions. It had been the smallest of things - Jongin laughing at something Chanyeol said, and Chanyeol finally figured the itch in his chest was a want to kiss the laugh off Jongin's lips. This is it, the itch he's feeling now, as Jongin picks up the leaf that had blown onto his lap through the open window and sticks it, gingerly, in Chanyeol's hair. The graze of Jongin's finger everywhere Chanyeol can feel is gentler, sweeter than a kiss.
"Princess," Jongin says, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The word makes Chanyeol laugh, too, somehow buoyed by the wind in his hair, and he tucks his hair behind his ear, careful not to touch the present Jongin left. Jongin's laugh in return is bursting.
Turning forward, the road laid out to forever in front of Chanyeol, the itch seems magnified in the small space inside the car brimming with all the promise in the world. Anything else seems dwarfed in comparison, and Chanyeol's always been good at taking the plunge, anyway. Perhaps, Chanyeol thinks as he steps on the accelerator and feeling Jongin's whoop of cheer tunnel into his ears, this is exactly what he needs.
by the way, in case anyone wants to tell me (anon or otherwise) what they feel about my fic, here is my anonfeedback thread! alternatively anon comments are always turned on in this comm or you can leave me an ask @ cardium