I know I haven’t been writing a lot of avengers fics lately, but just because I’m not writing them anymore doesn’t mean you can take my works and pretend they’re yours.
Remember my fic What’s Your Kink? Someone has copied it WORD FOR WORD, changed the characters into EXO members, and then posted it like it was theirs. Without asking even asking me permission or even crediting me. You can find it here. [http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/801589/1/what-is-your—kai-kyungsoo-kaisoo-tentacle-oviposition] I’ve already reported the work to the site.
I’ve never said no to people asking if they could translate my fics, and everyone who has asked always credited and linked back to me.
This now scares me a little because Kaisoo is not a couple I’d read, so if a reader didn’t tell me on AO3, I would have had never had an idea this even happened. So thanks to Ashleykhl on AO3 for letting me know.
Please, don’t do stuff like this.
Yes! :3 I can’t promise when I’ll get to it though l m a o but I’m glad you liked :D
Chanyeol first notices when Yifan is fresh out of the shower, blonde bangs hanging low into his eyes. Chanyeol’s been playing games with Zitao in the M dorm with Yifan walks out of the shower, hair damp with water. His jaw hangs low and his focus is pretty much stolen, and Zitao whoops his ass. Yifan laughs at him, Zitao crows about the win, and neither of them really get why Chanyeol froze mid-fight.
“My turn,” Yifan decides, long fingers snatching the controller away from Chanyeol’s fingers.
Yifan’s beating Zitao’s ass, but Chanyeol can’t quite focus on that. He’s focused more on Yifan’s face. Chanyeol has never really thought of Yifan as anything but incredibly good looking. But now with his hair down, bangs heavy with water covering his eyebrows, he looks pretty.
For a lack of a word vocabulary on Chanyeol’s part, really pretty. Yifan’s got pretty big eyes that slant downward at the end a little, making him have the type of doe-eyes that Luhan does, just a little sharper. He’s biting his lower hip in concentration, white teeth worrying pink, full lips, and Chanyeol is totally floored.
Yifan beats Zitao and turns to grin at Chanyeol, meaning to gloat at him, but all Chanyeol sees is his bright smile lighting up his face. And all he can think is, how did I never see this before?
That afternoon, Yifan has his bangs up, clipped out of his eyes, and Chanyeol gets it. He tells him, “Oh, it’s your eyebrows.”
Yifan looks at him like he’s crazy. Chanyeol, sadly, isn’t unfamiliar with this look. “What? What about them?”
Chanyeol sticks his hand on Yifan’s forehead, covering the eyebrows, and grins. He leans to press his lips against Yifan’s, and Yifan is used to his boyfriend’s random displays of affection, so he lets it be even though he looks confused. He looks bewildered when Chanyeol pulls back, grinning. “You look so pretty. It’s just your thick eyebrows that make people think that you look masculine, but all of your features are actually pretty feminine.”
Yifan gives him a look. “What are you talking about?” He laughs. “Are you trying to make me feel better about bottoming in bed? Because you know that’s what I like, right?”
Chanyeol grins. “I’m not doing anything. I just never noticed how pretty you were.” He takes Yifan’s cheeks in his hands and smacks another kiss onto his lips, and then another, and then another, until Yifan is laughing so hard that he can’t even sit straight.
“Get a room, you two!” Yixing calls from the kitchen. Jongdae makes a noise of complaint and refusal from the room he and Yifan share, and Chanyeol just laughs.
Later, he tells their stylist to put Yifan’s bangs up all the time. She gives him a look that reads do-I-want-to-know. “Why.” It’s not a question. It’s more like a demand.
Even though it’s not really a secret among the staff that they’re dating, Chanyeol feels like telling their stylist ‘because I want to be the only one seeing Yifan’s pretty face’ is going to earn him a smack in the back of his head. “Because he looks good that way!”
Sadly his stylist knows him too well. She narrows her eyes and flicks him on the forehead. “This has something to do with how Kris looks with his eyebrows covered, doesn’t it?”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen. “Wait, how’d you know how he looks with his eyebrows covered?”
She gives him a long look, and then sighs, muttering something about his IQ level. “I’m your stylist. I know how all of you look no matter how your hair is. In any case, that’s kind of too bad for you, because our next concept has everyone with their bangs down, and no amount of your whining is going to change that.”
Because Chanyeol is a man who doesn’t know how to give up (he swears that’s not just SHINee’s Minho), he tries whining anyway. It gets him nowhere.
Yifan has his hair up for the MV, which is great, but then they take concept pictures and everyone gets the same wig, and Chanyeol kind of wants to cry. Their stylists are busy doing makeup, and one is trying to get Chanyeol to sit down so she can reach his face without having to stretch too much. But Chanyeol’s face is kind of stuck on Yifan. Yifan is getting his makeup done, and he gets dabs of smudged eyeliner, and a lot of pink gloss.
“Oh my god,” The stylist groans. “Unni, can you work on Kris over here? Chanyeol won’t sit the hell down.”
“What?” The stylist working on Yifan turns to see Chanyeol’s devastated puppy face. “Seriously?” Yifan looks amused but he comes along, sitting down and tugging Chanyeol down, too.
“Too much lip gloss,” Chanyeol complains, talking about Yifan, but the stylist misunderstands.
“I didn’t put any on you yet. What are you talking about?”
“I mean on Yifan-hyung!” Chanyeol scowls, turning his head to face Yifan. The stylist is used enough to his antics that she pulls her hand away at the exact moment so he doesn’t get a line of smudged eyeliner across his face. Yifan rolls his eyes at him. There’s a devious glint in his eyes, but before Chanyeol can interpret that, Yifan leans over, smacks a kiss directly on Chanyeol’s lips, and pulls back. Chanyeol stares, jaw dropped open.
Yifan smiles, smacking his lips to readjust his lip gloss. “There. Now it’s not too much, right?” The stylists complain about how they have to redo Yifan’s lips and re-line Chanyeol’s perfectly, but Chanyeol’s a little too starstruck to care.
“At least he’s staying still,” Yifan notes, laughing a little, and the stylists grudgingly agree.
I take prompts.
- EXO - Any coupling, as long as bottom!Kris.
- BTS - Any coupling, as long as bottom!Jin.
- Avengers/MI4/Bourne Legacy/SWAT - any coupling, any long as bottom!Jeremy Renner
- Pacific Rim - any coupling, as long as bottom!Chuck
Send them to my ask.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Seokjin whispered to himself, wringing his hands and bouncing on his heels. He knew it was a bad idea to come with Taehyung into this stupid haunted house. Taehyung had ditched him almost the moment the first ghost popped out of the side, and Seokjin was pretty certain he was laughing with Hoseok somewhere at his misery.
He jumped when the fake spider dropped from the ceiling, too scared even to scream. He wished he had Jimin with him. At least they could be scared together. And Jimin would be way too scared to ditch him by himself. He was going to not talk to Taehyung for forever. Not bring him lunch, either. That would probably show him. Especially if he packed lunch for Namjoon and Yoongi and Jimin and purposely left Taehyung-
“AHHHHHHHHH!” He shrieked when the grim reaper moved, his masked face illuminated from the bottom. He’d been so into planning Taehyung’s lunch demise that he’d forgotten to be on the lookout for potential threats. His legs gave out underneath him and he couldn’t help it – he started crying when his butt hit the clammy floor of the haunted house.
The grim reaper hesitated when Seokjin started outright bawling. Seokjin screamed again when the spider dropped – again, and started crying harder. “Uh.” The grim reaper said, and Seokjin tried to scramble back. “I’m actually just in costume, you know that, right?” The grim reaper tried to come closer but Seokjin scrambled back, shrieking again when his hand landed on a fake, bloody rat. “Jesus.”
The grim reaper knelt and a hand came up to slide the mask up onto his head. The man below it was good looking enough to startle Seokjin into silence from the difference. He hiccupped in surprise, reached back to push himself up, and his hand landed on the rat again. He screamed.
The good-looking grim reaper sighed.
The grim reaper had shoved him into a nearby coffin that was surprisingly clean. It was kind of dark, but Seokjin had shone his cellphone into every nook and it didn’t look like there were any bugs. Taehyung had texted him multiple times but Seokjin was ignoring each and every one. It was about ten minutes before the grim reaper had finished scaring the next batch of people and the coffin opened again. Seokjin cringed at the mask and he heard the sigh before the mask was pushed up again. “You’re going to have to make your way out sooner or later, you know.”
Seokjin shook his head wildly, clutching his phone to his chest. Just seeing the hallway (and the stupid fake rat) made his legs shake. “Can’t I just stay here? Or-or don’t you have a back exit?”
The grim reaper gave him a look. “You’d rather stay in a coffin? You know everything in here is fake, right? Like I’m not really a grim reaper?”
Seokjin blushed. “I’m not stupid.” He mumbled, “Also, that’d be problematic, if a real grim reaper shoved me into a coffin…”
The grim reaper gave him a look and then burst out laughing. “You’re kind of cute. What gave you the balls to come in here by yourself, huh?”
“My friend ditched me.” Seokjin grumbled, feeling his phone vibrate again. Taehyung was calling him, now. He ignored it.
“That the friend?” The grim reaper smiled. “All right, here’s what we’ll do. I’m gonna be on break soon, anyway. I’ll take you out of the back exit if you don’t mind being stuck in the coffin for another half hour.” Seokjin nodded enthusiastically, folding his legs under himself again. The reaper reached over to close it again, and then paused. “What’s your name?”
“Seokjin.” Seokjin said, smiling brightly up at the reaper.
The reaper grinned back. “Hey, Seokjin. Name’s Jungkook.”
Seokjin went straight home as soon as Jungkook took him out of the back exit after thanking him and bowing multiple times. He ignored all of Taehyung’s calls and texts, and when Namjoon finally called, he picked up. [Holy shit, finally. We thought you died. Or something. Where are you?]
“I hate you guys.”
[It wasn’t my idea!] Namjoon protested. [I was getting lunch for you guys, remember? Lemme hand you over to Taehyung, he actually thinks you’re d-]
“No! I don’t want to talk to Taehyung. Tell him I hate him. Sincerely.” Seokjin scowled and punched the pink rabbit doll Taehyung had given to him for his birthday. “And that he can start packing his lunch because he’s dead to me.”
Namjoon relayed this information to Taehyung, and there was a scuffle on the other side, [Aw, babe.] Taehyung said, and Seokjin hung up on him. His phone rang again and he threw it to the end of the bed. His phone kept ringing and Seokjin reached, shut it off, and stormed downstairs to get himself something to eat.
Two days after in class, he walked straight to his desk, ignoring Taehyung’s attempts to throw himself at his feet. “Aw, princess, come on.” Taehyung pouted.
“I didn’t bring your lunch today. Begging isn’t going to change that.” Seokjin glared, placing the lunchbag down. He actually had brought Taehyung’s lunch on top of the others’, just in case Taehyung groveled enough, but Taehyung didn’t have to know that.
Taehyung looked hurt. “I’m not apologizing just for the lunch! I brought my lunch today.” He showed Seokjin a brown bag, opening it so Seokjin could see the squished PB-and-J inside. Seokjin wondered if that was supposed to make him feel sorry, because it did, a little. “I didn’t think you’d freak out that much. Why didn’t you pick up or reply back when I texted? I said I’d go back and get you. Were you really inside there for like an hour?”
“No, I just went home.”
“How’d you get out of there, anyway?” Yoongi asked, coming to sit at his seat as Seokjin’s partner. Seokjin just scowled and took out the top lunchbox to give to Yoongi. He didn’t miss the way Taehyung’s eyes followed the lunchbox. “I didn’t think you could go through the rest of that haunted house by yourself.”
“I asked one of the staff to let me out the back door.” Seokjin didn’t include the part about bursting into tears at the fake rat. Or the good looking grim reaper. “Go to class.” He snapped at Taehyung. He felt a little bad at Taehyung looked like a kicked dog, but not enough to forgive him for ditching him at a stupid haunted house.
Yoongi snorted as he watched Taehyung trudge out the door. Hoseok came about five minutes before the bell to get his and Namjoon’s lunch, and Jimin came about ten seconds before to pick up his lunch and run like hell to his class. “Doesn’t packing lunch for all of us get tiring?” Yoongi asked, pulling out the textbooks as the teacher for their first period walked in. “I know you say you like it, but you have to get up super early every morning. Also, I notice you that you actually do have Taehyung’s lunch, unless you’re planning to eat two by yourself.”
Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you want me to stop?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Well, no, but still. We don’t do nearly enough for you.”
“Yeah, like ditching me at the haunted house.” Seokjin scowled, swirling his pen in his hand.
Yoongi didn’t have a reply for that.
“I don’t want to see Taehyung’s face, all right? Don’t tell him where I went.”
“Seokjin, stop being an idiot, and just-“
Seokjin didn’t hear the rest of Yoongi’s sentence. He’d already slipped out the back door, both lunch boxes in hand. He wasn’t quite certain what he was going to do with two lunches, but at least he knew where he was headed. He took the stairs two at a time. Students weren’t not allowed on the roof, per se, but not many students really used it. The lock on the door had been long broken even before Seokjin entered high school, and lay in front of the door. The heavy door creaked slightly when Seokjin pushed it open, but the roof was empty all but a lone person lying on it, basking in the sunlight with a book on top of his face to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Seokjin hesitated. Well, he had two lunches and it didn’t look like the other kid was eating anything. He walked over. His name tag was blue. While Seokjin couldn’t read the name on it, blue meant the kid was a first year. A little more confident, he tapped on the kid’s shoulder, and a hand came up to take the book off his face.
The grim reaper squinted his eyes up at Seokjin, and Seokjin’s jaw dropped.
“So,” Jungkook said, chewing thoughtfully, “You’re a third year at my school.”
Seokjin nodded, unsure what to think about the situation. “I didn’t know you went to my school. Wait, part-timing isn’t allowed.”
Jungkook snickered. “It’s not an official job thing. I just cover for my cousin whenever he has a date with his fiancé. It’s not that often. You know, I thought you looked familiar.” Jungkook nodded, taking another bite of what was originally Taehyung’s lunch. When Seokjin frowned, Jungkook grinned. “A lot of the first year girls have a crush on you, don’t you know? And a lot of the first year guys, too, actually.” Jungkook paused, and then nodded. “More guys than girls, maybe.”
Seokjin wasn’t completely unaware. He got a lot of chocolate on Valentine’s Day from girls, but he got more on White Day from guys. He was also kind of aware Taehyung and Namjoon spent a lot of their time scaring away the 2nd years from getting too close to him and he’d complained about never getting a chance to potentially date one of them. You don’t want to date them, hyung, I promise, Namjoon had said. You’re better off dating Taehyung. And I mean that seriously.
Jungkook grinned as he finished up the rest of his lunch. “This is good. I forgot lunch money, so I figured I’d just sleep, but this is better than anything the school has. How come you packed two, anyway?”
And so Seokjin told him the story of Taehyung and the haunted house, and Jungkook listened with more attention than Jimin or Taehyung usually gave his stories, chewing slowly and nodding along. “That’s why you got Taehyung’s lunch,” Seokjin concludes.
“So I lucked out.” Jungkook snickered. “How come you pack lunch for all those people, anyway?”
Seokjin shrugged. “I just do. They take care of me, though. Even though they say they don’t. Even Taehyung, when he’s not being a brat. Like I’m always forgetting school supplies. Yoongi has like an infinite amount of pens and extra notebooks in his locker for me. We’ve all known each other since we were babies. Family friends, you know. Plus, I like cooking. It’s not really a hassle.”
Jungkook carefully scraped the last bits of rice from the bottom of the lunchbox. “Lucky them, then. This tastes so good.”
Seokjin rocked on his seat a little then said, “I could cook for you, too.” When Jungkook raised an eyebrow, he added hastily, “One more isn’t that big of a deal. Plus technically I’m not packing for Taehyung right now, so it won’t even be one more…”
Jungkook smiled at him and Seokjin felt his heart flutter.
He ran off to the roof every lunch period, so he figured it was only a matter of time before Yoongi and Namjoon got suspicious and decided to follow. Jungkook didn’t even look fazed when the pair dropped onto the roof on Seokjin’s either side, sizing him up.
“Jeon Jungkook.” Yoongi read, eyes on Jungkook’s blue nametag. “First year.”
Seokjin saw Jungkook’s eyes scan over Yoongi’s white nametag and Namjoon’s yellow one, telling him they were 3rd and 2nd years respectively. Seokjin felt like he’d just brought his parents to meet his boyfriend. Not that he and Jungkook were dating. Or that Namjoon and Yoongi were his parents. “Stop it, you guys,” Seokjin said, sliding Jungkook’s lunch to him. Namjoon’s eyes followed the movement. “Why’d you guys follow me up here, anyway?”
Yoongi shrugged and took his own lunch box. “Had to see what our princess had been up to for the past few weeks. You’ve been giving Taehyung’s lunch to him? Taehyung isn’t going to be very happy.”
Jungkook shrugged. “Well, I’m not the one who left him in a haunted house.”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “How do you – You told him about that?”
Seokjin frowned and stabbed his rice with his spoon. Jungkook instead answered, “I was the person who brought him out of there. Grim reaper, you know.”
Namjoon’s jaw dropped.
Very predictably, Taehyung heard about it the next day and clung on to his side. “A first year. You’ve been giving my lunch to another first year.”
“You’d feel better if it wasn’t a first year?” Seokjin grumbled, placing a lunchbox in front of Taehyung’s face. He tried to dislodge Taehyung’s arm from his so he could go to the roof again, but Taehyung clutched on. “I gave you your lunch!”
“But you have another one for the grim reaper!” Taehyung pointed at the two lunches in Seokjin’s hands. “I’m going with you.”
Seokjin had no other choice, but as soon as Seokjin introduced Taehyung to Jungkook, a grin spread on Jungkook’s lips. “So you’re the ditcher.” Seokjin watched Taehyung’s face flush. “It’s okay, I’m thankful. Got to know Seokjin, you know?”
“You mean Seokjin hyung.” Taehyung growled, sidling up to Seokjin’s side and draping himself over his lap. Seokjin looked on, exasperated. He looked up at Jungkook, apologetic, but Jungkook only smiled and shook his head.
“No,” Jungkook said, opening the bottle of orange juice Seokjin always packed and handing it back to Seokjin. Taehyung muttered something about that’s my job. “I mean Seokjin. Because we’re dating, you know?”
Seokjin felt his heart flutter again even as Taehyung scrambled up, making Seokjin drop his lunch on Taehyung’s uniform jacket, and screeched, “WHAT?!”
The epilogue is already up here :D
Yoongi checks how many rounds he has left before turning to check on Seokjin, who’s pale and shaking, bat clutched to his chest. Jimin’s on his other side, looking equal parts worried and exasperated. It was a mistake, Yoongi thinks, bringing Seokjin along. While Seokjin’s irreplaceable when they’ve set up camp, with his cooking and his ability to sew up and dress wounds, Seokjin’s clumsy at best on the field. Doesn’t even know how to shoot a gun, for Christ’s sakes. The worst – or maybe it’s the best, Yoongi doesn’t know – is that in the end, Seokjin isn’t a killer. The rest of them have shot the undead in the head, bashed their skulls in and run them over with trucks, but Seokjin has never. It’s kind of Namjoon’s desperate attempt to keep one of their hands clean of blood. It used to be Jungkook, but that kind of failed when Jungkook and Seokjin were alone at camp and four zombies had strayed in.
Yoongi’s not exactly all for it. He knows Seokjin doesn’t want to kill. Even if they’re already dead, technically, and not human anymore, when faced with one Seokjin cringes away and shuts his eyes, like that’s going to help him. At all. It makes him worried for Seokjin’s life at best and pissed off at worst. He’s talked to Namjoon about teaching Seokjin how to use a gun, but the conclusion of that argument had been Seokjin-hyung is going to freeze up and end up shooting himself.
Yoongi thinks Namjoon should give Seokjin a little more credit than that. But then again, here he is with a bat that Namjoon gave him, and Seokjin was using it as a squeeze doll.