[hodge podge: exo]
collection of drabbles and various bits and pieces of fic that i'll never finish
some of this is reposted from my old tumblr so if u followed me there u might have seen this before xoxo
you make my heart race;
xiuhan;
pg(13?);
700w
quidditch au
this was supposed to be a big thing but it's never gonna happen lmao
lu han grins cheekily at minseok, leaning on his broom with the bright orange HAIDIAN HYDRAS blazing across the front of his uniform.
"we really should stop meeting like this."
minseok rolls his eyes, pushes the headband further into his bangs to keep his hair out of his vision while he leans down to tie his shoe, feeling lu han's eyes on his ass.
"you say that every time we have a match, lu han."
"i mean it, though! when are you going to pay up on those dinners you owe me, hmm, minseokie?"
lu han just laughs when minseok flips him off, spinning away on his heel and back to his team's locker room.
minseok is not fond of him.
--
"i wasn't kidding about the dinner, you know."
minseok startles, hissing under his breath when the motion jostles his injured shoulder (their new healer is inexperienced at best, and minseok's allergy to chinese chomping cabbage makes it hard to find a potion to help that won't also make him break out in hives), and lu han's eyes flash for a fraction of a second.
he looks different in casual clothes, jeans and a form fitting obscure band shirt that clings to that wet spots where his skin is still damp from the shower, and minseok feels somewhat underdressed in a raggedy tank top and sweats.
"not now, lu han, please-"
"how's your shoulder?"
it throbs at the mention.
"hurts like a bitch," minseok laughs, rubbing at his neck with his good hand, and lu han makes an aborted motion towards him.
"um."
minseok isn't used to seeing lu han so unsure of himself; the man is usually brimming with energy, a force of nature to play against on the field, one of the best beaters this decade has ever seen.
"i don't know how much it'll help, but," lu han rustles around in his pockets and pulls out a business card, the corners bent. "this is the healer i went to for my... knee."
(a few years back, lu han had suffered a fall off his broom that had nearly taken him out of the game for good; a week had gone by without any sign of him, until he'd shown up at the guangzhou giants match looking better than new.
he refuses to talk about where he was or what happened. there were theories flying around wildly, about unicorns and centaurs and possible dragon involvement, but lu han had simply dismissed everything with a sly smile and a shake of his head.
to this day, no one knows what happened.)
when he hands it to minseok, their fingers brush, and lu han's skin is warm.
"zhang... yixing?"
the syllables are unfamiliar on minseok's tongue, but he pockets the card anyway at a nod from lu han.
"you can tell him i sent you. he won't charge."
thoughts are flying wildly, the most prominent being 'why why why' in a constant mantra that minseok is sure must be present on his face, but lu han doesn't say anything, just shoves his thumbs through his belt loops and rocks on his heels.
"thank you," minseok says quietly, and the smile on lu han's face is unlike any he's ever seen. soft, and it makes his eyes crease in a way that's almost adorable.
(minseok never thought he would associate the word adorable with lu han. today is full of surprises.)
"you're welcome," lu han says, reaches out and hesitates before settling his hand on minseok's good shoulder and squeezing gently. "get better soon, okay? we have another match next week and it's no fun beating the griffins if their best player isn't on the field."
minseok doesn't quite know how to respond, but apparently he doesn't have to; lu han adjusts his broom bag on his back, runs a hand through his blonde hair and then waves lazily, shoes scuffing on the sidewalk as he turns and walks out.
"good night, kim minseok."
the air grows still around him, lu han's cologne still lingering, and minseok's murmured, "good night, lu han," is heard by no one but himself.
xoxo
"snacking immortals";
exot12;
g;
150w
i was pulling prompts from a bag w amanda and she thought it said "snacking" instead of "smacking" so this happened sorry not sorry xoxo
kris examines the chip carefully, looks at it suspiciously and ignores tao laughing at him from the corner.
"just eat it, hyung," jongdae coos, holding the bag in his hands and munching on the snack, occasionally feeding one to junmyeon and ignoring chanyeol still pouting at him when jongdae had smacked him with the bag and refused to give him any.
"they look different than i remember," kris mutters, and breaks the chip in half between his teeth.
or alternately
"these chips are so totally rad, dude!" chanyeol cries out, shoving his ginormous hand into the bag and nearly causing jongdae to drop it all over their carpet
"rad?" kris snorts, ducking his head when baekhyun scrambles over him to rescue the chips
"when was the last time you went out, chanyeol?"
chanyeol shrugs, mouth full of chips
"the 80s, maybe? i don't know, i lost track"
xoxo
femsuchen;
pg13;
350w;
suggar mommas/office au
"i don't understand why you're making me do this."
jooyeon isn't whining, even though junghae shoots her a look but this whole thing is junghae's fault so she can kindly fuck off, thank you very much.
"you're a hot 26 year old ceo who makes beaucoup bucks and it's really just a travesty," junghae starts, heels propped on the desk on top of jooyeon's papers, and shrugs when jooyeon glares at her, "that you're single and only ever spend money on your cat."
"i don't only spend money on jongin, sometimes i buy things for myself."
"outside of your coffee that you get for free like half of the time anyway because the manager fancies you-"
jooyeon groans, begins to protest (kris doesn't fancy her, even if she does notice that his perpetual bitchface softens when she comes by in the morning) when the phone starts shrilling through the wall and junghae flounces off in a flurry of curls and "just think about it, unnie!"
"i'm your boss!" jooyeon yells back, in a fruitless attempt to retain some sort of pride, and isn't surprised when junghae just laughs at her.
she leans back in her chair, stretches her arms and winces when her back cracks ominously. sometimes she's not sure why she even deals with junghae, aside from the fact that she's a great personal assistant (and an even better friend, but if jooyeon ever told her junghae would never let her live it down).
on her computer, the website is still open, unassuming and dull in its shades of grey.
("just like you!" junghae'd grinned, and jooyeon glowered before she saw what junghae was doing and her eyes went wide.
"sugar mommas?" she repeated incredulously, and then shook her head. "that's not a real thing.")
apparently, it actually was a real thing, and according to junghae, exactly what she needed.
jooyeon scoffs, clicks her laptop shut and gets started on the huge pile of papers spread across her desk.
what does junghae know, anyway?
xoxo
chenlay;
pg13;
170w
vampire au
i started this for chenpionships but i just couldn't get into the groove so i had to drop it like it's hot
The dark room is unearthly silent, not even the normal sounds of sleep - rustling, breathing, occasional snores - present. A small black light hangs from the ceiling on a rusty chain, flickering every now and again, and it's well below freezing in the small space.
"Wake up you lazy fuck!"
Zhang Yixing starts at the noise, sits up inhumanly fast, and hisses when he slams his head into the lid of his coffin.
His metal coffin.
"It's nearly midnight, Xing. Get up! "
The coffin lid slides open without a noise, and Yixing blinks blearily up at the fuzzy shape leaning over him, the details coming into focus as he squints and rubs at his eyes. Sharp cheekbones and a pair of oversized glasses are all he needs before he groans and throws his arm over his eyes, falling back into the 3000 thread count sheets.
What? When you live for hundreds of years, you learn to prioritize.
"Jongdae," he almost but not quite whines, burning human hands on his bare arm.
xoxo
chanho;
pg13;
375w
started for yeollie pop day but i was gonna run out of time so i scrapped it and wrote sth else but i won't come back to this
Life is a bitch, sometimes. A cold, hard, mean bitch who takes everything you give her, just takes and takes and never gives back anything in return, taking until she bleeds you dry and you're not sure you have anything more to give ever again.
Now, replace the metaphorical you with a 27 year struggling idol, and you have the life of Kim Junmyeon. He'd been so popular at 19, 20, at the height of his career with a booming fanbase, doing what he loved in front of millions of screaming fans on stages, winning first place on more than a few comeback stages... and now, it's all just gone.
"You're too old for the industry now," they'd told him as they hadn't signed the contract, had given it to him without even looking at it. "We need something different, something newer."
They'd thrown every catchphrase and buzzword they could at him, but it basically all boiled down to "you're done."
Which is how he had ended up here, in this little dive bar, singing "My Lady" to a bunch of college kids who looked drunk and bored out of their mind, except for one boy. He can't be older than 20, with a shock of red curly hair and long limbs sprawled in his chair, and he looks so absorbed in Junmyeon, eyes following Junmyeon's fingers on the guitar and mouthing along with the lyrics like he actually knows them, which, seriously, this kid looks too young to even know who Junmyeon is, let alone be one of his fans.
'Strange,' Junmyeon thinks, ignoring the way the boy's gaze keeps fixated on him as he bows to the handful of clapping he received and exits the stage.
- r e w i n d -
Admittedly, life could be worse for Kim Junmyeon. He's rapidly approaching 30, sure, living in a too small apartment with a golden retriver that seems to take up more space than he does, and waiting tables at the sushi bar down the steet that leaves enough money in his pocket to pay his bills and not much else.
xoxo
femlayhan;
pg13;
160w
high school cheerleaders
i might come back to this one but idk i might not i figured i'd post it bc it's been in my drafts for like 6 months lmao
xiao liu has wanted to get into zhang yixin's skirt since she first laid eyes on her.
(4 months ago, yixin had shown up to tryouts an hour late with a lost look on her face and liu had written her off as another gymnastics team reject, here under the mistaken impression that cheer was just a watered down version of gymnastics.
that is, right up until she'd executed an absolutely gorgeous round off double back handspring and a dimple poked into her cheek when she smiled at their captain after her perfect landing, not a single artfully waved strand of hair out of place.
liu had heard jungin suck a breath in through her teeth next to her with a muttered "fuck," and liu couldn't help but agree.)
shorter than liu but with hips that move in ways to kill and legs that go on for miles, she's a lesbian's wet dream come true.
hmu elsewhere if u wanna
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some of this is reposted from my old tumblr so if u followed me there u might have seen this before xoxo
you make my heart race;
xiuhan;
pg(13?);
700w
quidditch au
this was supposed to be a big thing but it's never gonna happen lmao
lu han grins cheekily at minseok, leaning on his broom with the bright orange HAIDIAN HYDRAS blazing across the front of his uniform.
"we really should stop meeting like this."
minseok rolls his eyes, pushes the headband further into his bangs to keep his hair out of his vision while he leans down to tie his shoe, feeling lu han's eyes on his ass.
"you say that every time we have a match, lu han."
"i mean it, though! when are you going to pay up on those dinners you owe me, hmm, minseokie?"
lu han just laughs when minseok flips him off, spinning away on his heel and back to his team's locker room.
minseok is not fond of him.
--
"i wasn't kidding about the dinner, you know."
minseok startles, hissing under his breath when the motion jostles his injured shoulder (their new healer is inexperienced at best, and minseok's allergy to chinese chomping cabbage makes it hard to find a potion to help that won't also make him break out in hives), and lu han's eyes flash for a fraction of a second.
he looks different in casual clothes, jeans and a form fitting obscure band shirt that clings to that wet spots where his skin is still damp from the shower, and minseok feels somewhat underdressed in a raggedy tank top and sweats.
"not now, lu han, please-"
"how's your shoulder?"
it throbs at the mention.
"hurts like a bitch," minseok laughs, rubbing at his neck with his good hand, and lu han makes an aborted motion towards him.
"um."
minseok isn't used to seeing lu han so unsure of himself; the man is usually brimming with energy, a force of nature to play against on the field, one of the best beaters this decade has ever seen.
"i don't know how much it'll help, but," lu han rustles around in his pockets and pulls out a business card, the corners bent. "this is the healer i went to for my... knee."
(a few years back, lu han had suffered a fall off his broom that had nearly taken him out of the game for good; a week had gone by without any sign of him, until he'd shown up at the guangzhou giants match looking better than new.
he refuses to talk about where he was or what happened. there were theories flying around wildly, about unicorns and centaurs and possible dragon involvement, but lu han had simply dismissed everything with a sly smile and a shake of his head.
to this day, no one knows what happened.)
when he hands it to minseok, their fingers brush, and lu han's skin is warm.
"zhang... yixing?"
the syllables are unfamiliar on minseok's tongue, but he pockets the card anyway at a nod from lu han.
"you can tell him i sent you. he won't charge."
thoughts are flying wildly, the most prominent being 'why why why' in a constant mantra that minseok is sure must be present on his face, but lu han doesn't say anything, just shoves his thumbs through his belt loops and rocks on his heels.
"thank you," minseok says quietly, and the smile on lu han's face is unlike any he's ever seen. soft, and it makes his eyes crease in a way that's almost adorable.
(minseok never thought he would associate the word adorable with lu han. today is full of surprises.)
"you're welcome," lu han says, reaches out and hesitates before settling his hand on minseok's good shoulder and squeezing gently. "get better soon, okay? we have another match next week and it's no fun beating the griffins if their best player isn't on the field."
minseok doesn't quite know how to respond, but apparently he doesn't have to; lu han adjusts his broom bag on his back, runs a hand through his blonde hair and then waves lazily, shoes scuffing on the sidewalk as he turns and walks out.
"good night, kim minseok."
the air grows still around him, lu han's cologne still lingering, and minseok's murmured, "good night, lu han," is heard by no one but himself.
xoxo
"snacking immortals";
exot12;
g;
150w
i was pulling prompts from a bag w amanda and she thought it said "snacking" instead of "smacking" so this happened sorry not sorry xoxo
kris examines the chip carefully, looks at it suspiciously and ignores tao laughing at him from the corner.
"just eat it, hyung," jongdae coos, holding the bag in his hands and munching on the snack, occasionally feeding one to junmyeon and ignoring chanyeol still pouting at him when jongdae had smacked him with the bag and refused to give him any.
"they look different than i remember," kris mutters, and breaks the chip in half between his teeth.
or alternately
"these chips are so totally rad, dude!" chanyeol cries out, shoving his ginormous hand into the bag and nearly causing jongdae to drop it all over their carpet
"rad?" kris snorts, ducking his head when baekhyun scrambles over him to rescue the chips
"when was the last time you went out, chanyeol?"
chanyeol shrugs, mouth full of chips
"the 80s, maybe? i don't know, i lost track"
xoxo
femsuchen;
pg13;
350w;
suggar mommas/office au
"i don't understand why you're making me do this."
jooyeon isn't whining, even though junghae shoots her a look but this whole thing is junghae's fault so she can kindly fuck off, thank you very much.
"you're a hot 26 year old ceo who makes beaucoup bucks and it's really just a travesty," junghae starts, heels propped on the desk on top of jooyeon's papers, and shrugs when jooyeon glares at her, "that you're single and only ever spend money on your cat."
"i don't only spend money on jongin, sometimes i buy things for myself."
"outside of your coffee that you get for free like half of the time anyway because the manager fancies you-"
jooyeon groans, begins to protest (kris doesn't fancy her, even if she does notice that his perpetual bitchface softens when she comes by in the morning) when the phone starts shrilling through the wall and junghae flounces off in a flurry of curls and "just think about it, unnie!"
"i'm your boss!" jooyeon yells back, in a fruitless attempt to retain some sort of pride, and isn't surprised when junghae just laughs at her.
she leans back in her chair, stretches her arms and winces when her back cracks ominously. sometimes she's not sure why she even deals with junghae, aside from the fact that she's a great personal assistant (and an even better friend, but if jooyeon ever told her junghae would never let her live it down).
on her computer, the website is still open, unassuming and dull in its shades of grey.
("just like you!" junghae'd grinned, and jooyeon glowered before she saw what junghae was doing and her eyes went wide.
"sugar mommas?" she repeated incredulously, and then shook her head. "that's not a real thing.")
apparently, it actually was a real thing, and according to junghae, exactly what she needed.
jooyeon scoffs, clicks her laptop shut and gets started on the huge pile of papers spread across her desk.
what does junghae know, anyway?
xoxo
chenlay;
pg13;
170w
vampire au
i started this for chenpionships but i just couldn't get into the groove so i had to drop it like it's hot
The dark room is unearthly silent, not even the normal sounds of sleep - rustling, breathing, occasional snores - present. A small black light hangs from the ceiling on a rusty chain, flickering every now and again, and it's well below freezing in the small space.
"Wake up you lazy fuck!"
Zhang Yixing starts at the noise, sits up inhumanly fast, and hisses when he slams his head into the lid of his coffin.
His metal coffin.
"It's nearly midnight, Xing. Get up! "
The coffin lid slides open without a noise, and Yixing blinks blearily up at the fuzzy shape leaning over him, the details coming into focus as he squints and rubs at his eyes. Sharp cheekbones and a pair of oversized glasses are all he needs before he groans and throws his arm over his eyes, falling back into the 3000 thread count sheets.
What? When you live for hundreds of years, you learn to prioritize.
"Jongdae," he almost but not quite whines, burning human hands on his bare arm.
xoxo
chanho;
pg13;
375w
started for yeollie pop day but i was gonna run out of time so i scrapped it and wrote sth else but i won't come back to this
Life is a bitch, sometimes. A cold, hard, mean bitch who takes everything you give her, just takes and takes and never gives back anything in return, taking until she bleeds you dry and you're not sure you have anything more to give ever again.
Now, replace the metaphorical you with a 27 year struggling idol, and you have the life of Kim Junmyeon. He'd been so popular at 19, 20, at the height of his career with a booming fanbase, doing what he loved in front of millions of screaming fans on stages, winning first place on more than a few comeback stages... and now, it's all just gone.
"You're too old for the industry now," they'd told him as they hadn't signed the contract, had given it to him without even looking at it. "We need something different, something newer."
They'd thrown every catchphrase and buzzword they could at him, but it basically all boiled down to "you're done."
Which is how he had ended up here, in this little dive bar, singing "My Lady" to a bunch of college kids who looked drunk and bored out of their mind, except for one boy. He can't be older than 20, with a shock of red curly hair and long limbs sprawled in his chair, and he looks so absorbed in Junmyeon, eyes following Junmyeon's fingers on the guitar and mouthing along with the lyrics like he actually knows them, which, seriously, this kid looks too young to even know who Junmyeon is, let alone be one of his fans.
'Strange,' Junmyeon thinks, ignoring the way the boy's gaze keeps fixated on him as he bows to the handful of clapping he received and exits the stage.
- r e w i n d -
Admittedly, life could be worse for Kim Junmyeon. He's rapidly approaching 30, sure, living in a too small apartment with a golden retriver that seems to take up more space than he does, and waiting tables at the sushi bar down the steet that leaves enough money in his pocket to pay his bills and not much else.
xoxo
femlayhan;
pg13;
160w
high school cheerleaders
i might come back to this one but idk i might not i figured i'd post it bc it's been in my drafts for like 6 months lmao
xiao liu has wanted to get into zhang yixin's skirt since she first laid eyes on her.
(4 months ago, yixin had shown up to tryouts an hour late with a lost look on her face and liu had written her off as another gymnastics team reject, here under the mistaken impression that cheer was just a watered down version of gymnastics.
that is, right up until she'd executed an absolutely gorgeous round off double back handspring and a dimple poked into her cheek when she smiled at their captain after her perfect landing, not a single artfully waved strand of hair out of place.
liu had heard jungin suck a breath in through her teeth next to her with a muttered "fuck," and liu couldn't help but agree.)
shorter than liu but with hips that move in ways to kill and legs that go on for miles, she's a lesbian's wet dream come true.
hmu elsewhere if u wanna
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