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Excerpts from a buncha WIPs. Some have titles, more don't. Fair warning, this is 30% Teen Wolf fic, 70% Kpop fic.

TEEN WOLF, erica & boyd come back and sort of fall into scott's pack.

“I should throw all this shit out,” she hisses vehemently. From downstairs, her mom yells, “Erica, language,” because if there’s anyone in the world that has better hearing than werewolves, it’s apparently worried moms.

“Sorry,” Erica calls back, and throws the bag on the bed. A bunch of lipstick tubes roll out, and Scott thinks he can see another leather jacket in there, too.

“You don’t have to,” Scott tells her.

“I know that,” Erica snarls. “I don’t need you to—to—“

“Sorry,” Scott says. Erica just sort of deflates and her glare has an edge of confusion, like she’s not used to people apologizing for this sort of stuff.

It’s not that Scott wants to tell her what to do—it’s that he kind of knows what it’s like to want to get rid of everything that makes you think of a person you thought cared about you, but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that you don’t have to. Stiles did that for him when his dad left, and Scott wanted to throw away all the lacrosse stuff his dad had gotten for him—just sat next to him in the midst of all the mess Scott had made and reminded him, gently, “You don’t have to. It doesn’t have to be his stuff. It can just be yours, and you can do something you want with it.”

He doesn’t explain this to Erica, mostly because he doesn’t know how to; he doesn’t know how to shape the words so they won’t sound clumsy and pushy, but he does say, “The one you wore the first day was nice.”

Erica snorts. “I have like seven shades of red lipstick now, and I don’t even remember how they’re different.”

Scott reaches for one of them, and Erica lets him. He says, “You wanna find out?

Which is how Scott ends up letting Erica try her make-up out on him—she decides to keep only three of them. He forgets to wipe his mouth before he leaves for practice, and Greenberg gets on his case.

Jackson pushes him out of the way, but he sneers, “Nice lipstick, McCall,” right after. Jackson being bad at saying thanks isn’t really a surprise.

Stiles falls onto the bench next to Scott, and turns his face towards him, scrutinizing his lips. “Erica?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. Lipstick is actually sort of nice, or Erica’s is anyway—it makes Scott’s lips feel really soft. He thinks about asking Stiles if he can kiss him on the cheek. His mom has lots of fun doing that to him, and Scott kind of wants to try it, but maybe now is not a good time.

“Did you find anything out?”

“Uh,” Scott says. Stiles adjusts his shirt and just looks at him. Scott feels sort of guilty he totally forgot about finding anything out, but he also feels kind of terrible and like Erica and Boyd could probably use a break. “Tomorrow, I will.”

Stiles sighs, “Fine, alright.”

TEEN WOLF, danny/boyd for a fic meme, the prompt being 'danny spots boyd at the club'.

“You going home?” Boyd says.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Might drop in on Isaac and Scott’s date, you know? Scare some cats.”

“You mean pet them, right?” Boyd says.

Reyes scoffs, and rolls her eyes. That probably means she's going to pet the cats instead of scaring them. She darts a quick glance at Danny, and her smile is a touch sharper when she turns back to Boyd. “I’m good. You’re gonna be busy anyway.”

“Erica,” Boyd says. He sounds totally normal, but there must be something Danny’s missing because Reyes sighs and says, “Fine, don’t get all worked up.”

She punches Boyd’s shoulder, and sends a salute in Danny’s direction, and then she’s gone, lost in the crowd faster than Danny would have thought possible, tossing back a, “Have fun, kids! Be safe.”

Boyd looks vaguely embarrassed, but he gets it under control quickly enough that Danny probably wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t kind of staring at him.

“You guys aren’t very subtle, you know?” Danny says, entirely without meaning to. Boyd’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“I figured you knew,” he says. He looks worried, but also kind of appreciative. Danny could still have a chance then.

“It’s hard not to at least suspect,” Danny confides. “With how loud you guys talk about it.”

“Yeah,” Boyd says. “That’s kind of how I found out too.”

TEEN WOLF+BLUE BEETLE, scott and jaime know each other bc of their mothers meeting at a nursing convention, idk. the reyes family visits beacon hills, and milagro really doesn't like stiles.

“I can’t believe someone else knows you’re a werewolf now,” Stiles says. “It’s like literally the worst kept secret in Beacon Hills, except for maybe—”

Milagro makes an annoyed noise, cutting him off. For some reason they’ve never been able to figure out in all their visits, Milagro hates Stiles.

“What if I was trying to say something important?” Stiles says. “Like, I know where the Batcave is, or, I don’t know, something equally staggering.”

“Batman’s really weird,” Milagro says. Jaime sends up a little prayer that Batman isn’t monitoring Beacon Hills or anything; he doesn’t really want the guy’s feelings to get hurt, or for him to find out that his little sister casually brings him up in conversation like it ain’t no thing. “Green Lantern’s better.”

Scott squats down to Milagro’s height, his eyes wide and surprised. “You know a Green Lantern?”

“You know Batman?” Stiles squeaks.

Milagro casually ignores Stiles, and says, “Yeah, he says I’m gonna be a Green Lantern when I grow up. He’s pretty cool.”

“That is really cool,” Scott says. He grins up at Jaime. “Dude, your sister’s gonna be a cooler superhero than you.”

“God,” Jaime says. “Please don’t remind me.” Khaji Da bristles at the implication, and suggests they show them just how cool of a superhero Jaime really is, but Jaime thinks that would probably involve a lot of things blowing up, so he’s not super into the idea.

WHITE CHRISTMAS (KDRAMA), 'if your mirror breaks', eunsung post-series fic

She has another screaming row with her mother when she informs her of her decision, and it ends with Eunsung storming out of the house, but closing the door as softly as she can, out of habit. She spends the night at Chihoon’s house, because he doesn’t actually care about her that way. People might talk—the press isn’t tired of them quite yet, and it does make for a nice story, even if it’s not true in the least. Chihoon’s parents are skittish around her, but careful and polite—they probably think she’s going to lead their son astray, but they don’t care enough to tell her she can’t stay. She eats a good dinner, and it doesn’t turn her stomach for the first time in weeks.

Chihoon ignores her, mostly, except to ask if she’s going back.

“No,” she tells him, curt. She reaches for the remote, suddenly very bored of the news; there must be some music show on. She doesn’t ask him. It wouldn’t be Chihoon if he wasn’t dangerously unflappable.





Kang Mireu drops by Chihoon’s house in the morning, looking more presentable than she’s ever seen him. It’s probably that he would get chased out of the neighbourhood otherwise. His eyes turn guarded when she opens the door. She stares him down until he shifts the strap of his bag and subtly tries to crane his neck and look past her. She heaves a sigh, and shuffles backwards a few steps, leaning up against the door so he can see more than a sliver of the living room.

“Well,” she says, “are you coming in or not?”

He toes off his shoes and pushes them aside with practiced ease. Eunsung closes the door behind him.

“Is he—”

“Still sleeping,” Eunsung tells him, and wanders into the kitchen to check on the water she set to boil. She hears the television turn on.

Eunsung and Mireu still don’t know each other that well. She thinks she could like him, probably. He seems easy to like, in that ‘charming bastard’ way Youngjae strives for, but falls short on, settling on ‘greasy’ and ‘kind of a real asshole’ instead. It’s hard, though. It’s hard to really like anyone, especially when she’s not sure she even likes herself. She doesn’t know that her heart is open enough anymore, to fit another person, even if it’s someone who can understand.

The water’s boiled, but she doesn’t want anything to drink anymore.

GLEE, random santana/mercedes i started ages ago??

For a while after Brittany leaves, Santana sits down on her bed and plays Angry Birds on her phone, but she gets stuck on level eight again, so she throws the phone somewhere behind her and paces her room. Santana thinks about lying under the covers and crying, about taking a bath and relaxing and then probably crying, too. She gropes around under her pillow, and calls Mercedes instead. “I broke up with Brittany. I wanna get drunk.”

Mercedes clears her throat, and Santana can hear Sam in the background, mumbling something. “Tell trouty-mouth he can’t come with.”

“Okay, but, Santana.” Mercedes says. She sounds kind of amused. “He’s the one who’s gonna get the booze?”

“Fine,” Santana bites out. She makes a frustrated noise and flops backwards onto her bed; on the mirror, she can her feet hanging off the frame. “But he can only stay for one drink. Just the one.”

SHERLOCK+DC COMICS, sally donovan and renee montoya meet at a bar. knowing me they will probably kiss.

“Not going to drink, then?” She leans her cheek against her hand, and looks at the woman.

She laughs, turns her glass in place. “Tell you the truth, I’m kind of...a recovering alcoholic, I guess? I’ve been clean for a while, just...it’s a little scary.”

Sally thinks, suddenly, of Sherlock Holmes, and what he could have drawn from that. A year, since he went and jumped off bloody Bart’s. Something bad must have happened to make this woman want to drink again, obviously, but she’s sure the freak would have had more to say.

She’s been silent too long, maybe, and the woman says, “Whoa, sorry to just dump that on you outta nowhere.” She laughs, looking slightly embarrassed, and casually removes her hat, and places it next to the beer.

“‘s fine,” Sally rejoins. “Maybe you just needed to tell someone.”

“Guess I did.” The woman sighs, then brightens up again. “Renee Montoya. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh,” Sally says. “Sally Donovan.”

She offers her hand, and Renee shakes it. Her grip is firm, and sure.

WONDER GIRLS, AU where they are a team of supernatural exterminators, or, the ghostbusters AU. yeeun/yubin.

“So, that’s why we have that emergency alarm,” Lim comments, sounding half asleep, when they stumble back into the house. She’s escaped mostly unscathed this time. The same can’t be said for their car, if it can still be called a car in its present state.

Sohee makes a noise of assent.

“Goddamn demons,” Yubin hisses. “I thought we might finally have a quiet one. Can we get someone else to take tomorrow night?”

Yeeun plucks what she thinks might be a piece of demon intestine from Yubin’s shoulder and aims at the kitchen garbage. She misses, but she can’t be bothered to pick it up right away. “You know we can’t. I mean, would you really trust someone like Ok Taecyeon with the safety of the city on Halloween night?”

Yubin makes a sound like she blames Yeeun for all the accidental demon summonings they get to deal with this time of year—it’s usually kids who think it’ll make for a fun party game, and then they find out how messy it gets for everybody.

Sunye links arms with Yubin and says, "Do you think a nap would help? We can do some of your paperwork."

KARA, 'is that a fact or a weapon?', superpowers AU, gyuri-centric, probably gyuri/nicole.

“Listen,” Seungyeon goes on, and Gyuri doesn’t point out that she’s not sure she would be able to ignore Seungyeon if she tried. “I’m kind of...I think you and I are a lot alike.”

Seungyeon looked light enough for Gyuri to lift with maybe one finger, two at most; she wouldn’t even break a sweat. “Do you,” Gyuri says carefully.

Seungyeon huffs. “I know it’s heavy for 7AM, believe me, but I don’t know how to be delicate about this. I don’t know if I want to be delicate about it.”

Gyuri only has a moment to think that she’s read Seungyeon all wrong twice now, and that doesn’t bode well for her, before Seungyeon says, “I can read people’s thoughts. And I kind of, I guess I know you have super strength. Or. Whatever.”

“Oh,” Gyuri says. She catches sight of herself in the mirror; her eyes are wide

“Before you ask,” Seungyeon says, and it sounds like she has something in her mouth, “I can’t read your thoughts over the phone.”

“Are you eating something?”

“Mm, yeah,” Seungyeon says. “Sorry, I get really hungry when I go drinking.”

“It’s okay,” Gyuri says, and just like that, she knows she’s going to let Seungyeon into her life.

EXO (-M), that one fic i started because i was linked to too many pictures of these people, yixing/luhan.

“Yeah?” Yixing says. He’s smiling in that soft way that sometimes makes Luhan think it’s finally going to happen. “I wanted to be an astronaut,” Yixing confides. It’s so strange that they haven’t had this conversation before. “And then I realized I’m not great at like, math, or...”

“Or, just being a person in general?” Luhan suggests sweetly.

“Guys,” Kris hisses in their direction, and Luhan actually jumps. He spares a moment to feel impressed, then he slides a little further away from Yixing, holds up his hands in surrender.

“That’s what I thought,” Kris mumbles. Tao grins over his shoulder. Luhan frowns at him. Tao abruptly turns apologetic. Luhan still thinks they should toughen him up but any time he takes digs at Tao, even Yixing gets mad, and truthfully, Tao’s earnestness is kind of sweet.

“I swear to God,” Kris is saying to Yixing, “you guys turn collectively five when you’re around each other.”

“That’s unfair,” Luhan says, and takes the opportunity to slide closer to Yixing again. Yixing reaches a hand out to steady him when he overbalances a little to the right. “I think I help age him up to like, seven at least.”

“Eight, I think,” Yixing says, and they nod at each other. Kris watches them with a sour look on his face, only it’s not actually that different from how he normally looks. Yixing and he have been trying to figure out how Kris does it. They still haven’t discarded ‘untalented shapeshifter’ from their options.

KARA+SHINEE, nicole and key wake up in bed together and they are like ?????

And she can see him start to search for a snarky reply, like maybe, duh, I’m pretty sure we woke up in the same bed together, and we were sleeping before that, or something else cleverly dismissive he can pull up, so she cuts him off by grabbing his forearm and turning his palm upwards. She taps it gently with her fist.

“Don’t deflect,” she tells him.

“I wasn’t!”

He takes his hand back, and sits in silence for a few more seconds. Nicole rolls her eyes and flops back onto the bed.

“Wake me up when you’re mature enough to discuss this,” Nicole says, reaching for a pillow.

“I am,” he shoots back, and then seems to realize he sounds like a five year old trying to win an argument, so he flops back onto the bed, too. “It just...no offense, but why would I sleep with you?”

Nicole knees him in the stomach, “Excuse me? Why would I sleep with you?, I think is the better question here. Don’t be a dick.”

“Yeah, you know what I meant, so don’t start,” he says, and he sounds genuinely tired, so maybe she’ll let this one go. She thinks back to his call after one of their interviews, the slight tremble in his voice as he said, I think Shindong-hyung hates me or something, and laughed with a slight hysterical edge, and Jonghyun’s voice in the background, attempting to soothe.

Nicole isn’t sure this isn’t selfish, but she suddenly doesn’t think there’ll be a better time to say this. “I slept with IU.”

She can actually hear everything in Kibum screech to a halt, before he shoots up, and shrieks, “What?”

SISTAR, hyorin/bora, idk they're just making out apparently.

Bora, it turns out, is an incredibly aggressive kisser. Maybe that’s something Hyojung should have considered, since she does spend a lot of time thinking about Bora’s mouth, but she still bursts into startled laughter when Bora slams her up against a door and gives her a bruising kiss.

Bora steps back frowning, shoulders folded in defensively, and Hyojung covers her mouth and flaps her other hand at Bora’s face like it’ll actually calm her down. “Sorry, sorry,” Hyojung says. “God, I’m so sorry, I am really into the idea of us kissing, I just—”

And she really can’t explain it, so she just slings her arms across Bora’s shoulders and kisses near her ear, murmurs apologies until the tension bleeds out of Bora. Hyojung grins at her, and Bora tilts her face back a little to stare down at Hyojung. Her lips are trembling with the effort of holding back a smile.

“I don’t know why I didn’t expect you to slam me up against a wall,” Hyojung confesses. “It’s really you.”

Bora goes red, which is adorable. “It, um, really isn’t.”

Hyojung bites her lip and gives her a suspicious look.

“It isn’t,” Bora protests. “I just thought, maybe you’d be into that.”

Hyojung laughs. “I’m into you.”

MISS A, sherlock holmes AU?, fei is sherlock, suzy is watson. probably fei/suzy.

Fei meets Suzy in the middle of a case, sometime in spring—the date is superfluous. Suzy walks into the morgue, and stops just inside the doors. Fei looks up from the corpse to see her frowning.

“Yes?” Fei doesn’t wait for an answer, and resumes her examination of the victim’s right hand.

“I wonder if you’re allowed to be in here.” Suzy says, after a few seconds. Her voice trails off at the end, which makes it sound like a question. On the other hand, she’s not addressing Fei directly.

“You could always ask me,” Fei suggests.

Suzy smiles, head falling forward to hide it. She brushes something off the sleeve of her lab coat—a piece of granola.

“Are you?”

“No,” Fei admits easily.

This time, Suzy laughs. “Oh, okay.”

Fei lets the victim’s hand fall back in place, and considers Suzy. The neat part in her hair. The small run in her tights. The slightly frayed edges of the shirtsleeves that peek out from the lab coat. Something about the way she’s holding herself, how easily she’s accepting Fei’s presence. It’s—

“Bae Suzy,” Fei says, to test it out. She takes her phone out of her pocket, and throws it at Suzy, who catches it a scant few centimeters from her face. She blinks at it, and then at Fei.

“How did you—oh, right, nametag,” Suzy says. Then she puts Fei’s phone in her lab coat’s breast pocket, instead of throwing it back at her in (justifiable) anger, and that is. Interesting.

MISS A, another paranormal AU??, suzy is a medium, fei is her handler. fei/suzy.

Suzy is seventeen, one of the youngest operatives in the agency, and so Fei is sure she should get a little more outraged at Suzy’s method of dealing with emotional trauma, and, considering she’s been told she has a mothering streak a mile wide, maybe step in to save her with hugs and comfort food. Fei is in fact perfectly willing to do that—she likes Suzy (like likes, Min would add here; Fei prefers not to think about it as much) and hates seeing her sad, but the truth is that it doesn’t happen often enough to really become an issue. Suzy cares a lot—which might be a medium thing, but is more likely a Suzy thing—and she always goes the extra mile on assignments but she’s surprisingly mature about letting people go. Fei guesses she would have to be, or she wouldn’t be half so effective at her job.

Probably being kind of a brilliant medium helps, too. Fei has worked with Suzy for two years. Compared to other people in their line of work, it isn’t that long, but Fei has never met anyone who pinpoints spirits’ unfinished business with half the ease that Suzy does. Suzy doesn’t even need all the standard issue equipment Fei now has stashed in their storage unit, she just listens, and knows, like conversing with the recently deceased comes as naturally to her as breathing.

Fei has read the file. Suzy’s abilities weren’t triggered by a traumatic event as is unfortunately the norm with mediums of her skill—she just liked ghosts a lot, and at some point she just started seeking them out, making friends with them, and helping them pass on. She was reaching better numbers than most of their agents do now before she even hit 14, so of course the agency tracked her down and recruited her. There’s a cut-out of a local newspaper article in the file, the kind of condescending small town piece Fei entirely expected to see written about someone with Suzy’s talents.

Fei asked her about it once, and Suzy grinned like she was letting Fei in on a joke, and said, “My mom thought it would be funny.”

MISS A, fei gen.

The fifth time Fei cleans out their vegetable drawer, she falls asleep at the table, face tucked into her arms, after she’s finished tidying up. She wakes to a marker hovering over her face, Suzy biting her lip to rein in her laughter. Min is holding up her phone, its small camera light blinking periodically. Min must have gotten here really early.

The first sound out of her mouth that day is, “Ugh,” and she follows that up with a weak attempt to slap Min’s phone to the ground.

“Unnie, I don’t know if you’ve heard about this thing,” Min says. “It’s called a bed, and you’re supposed to sleep on it...”

Suzy has given up on the marker thing, and has opted to use Fei’s shoulder as a pillow. She snorts into it. It tickles, and Fei tries to shrug her off, but Suzy clings on bravely. Their little Suzy. She feels a surge of affection that is not warranted at all, considering Suzy was probably trying to draw a mustache on her.

She pushes away from the table and goes to the bathroom, grabs Min’s phone on the way despite her protests. Her wallpaper is a photo of Jia and Amber making kissy faces at each other.

Fei doesn’t delete the video or the pictures she's sure Min took of her, but she does change Min’s ringtone to something that sounds like her shrill morning alarm.

What we have learned about fic I write: too much dialogue and not enough plot.