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Blind Spot Masterlist | BBH

By day, Baekhyun is an ordinary car mechanic. By night, he’s a legendary street racer known as Lux. Bored of your normality and entranced by Baekhyun and the illegal nightlife of street racing, you follow him into a wild world filled with secrets where speed isn’t just a drug; it’s a lifestyle, and crashing and burning is inevitable.

How fast is too fast? For Baekhyun, it’s only fitting that “too fast” isn’t until he reaches terminal velocity.

CHARACTERS: You as “Ange” + Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, EXO, and more.

AU(s): mechanic!baekhyun, streetracer!baekhyun, streetracer!au

GENRES: angst, drama, romance, some action and thriller elements, smut

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, drugs, illegal activity, mentions of mental illness, smut in later chapters

➸ 001 - 002 - 003 - 004 - 005 - Coming Soon!

OFFICIAL PLAYLIST: Spotify

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Welcome to another story that I’m writing on a whim because I love Baekhyun! “Your” name is “Ange” here because names are once again important. I don’t really know anything about cars, so don’t expect extremely correct information on that matter. Updates won’t be weekly since classes are starting soon, but the first part should be posted around August 8 or 9. This story will be a bit of a slowish-burn at around 15 chapters, but we will see. If you want to read the OC version, here it is on AFF! Lastly, I hope you enjoy!

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Blind Spot | BBH | 005

By day, Baekhyun is an ordinary car mechanic. By night, he’s a legendary street racer known as Lux. Bored of your normality and entranced by Baekhyun and the illegal nightlife of street racing, you follow him into a wild world filled with secrets where speed isn’t just a drug; it’s a lifestyle, and crashing and burning is inevitable.

How fast is too fast? For Baekhyun, it’s only fitting that “too fast” isn’t until he reaches terminal velocity.

CHARACTERS: You as “Ange” + Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, EXO, and more.

AU(s): mechanic!baekhyun, streetracer!baekhyun, streetracer!au

GENRES: angst, drama, romance, some action and thriller elements, smut in later chapters

WARNINGS: cursing

LENGTH: 7.2k words

MASTERLIST ➸ 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005

Official Playlist: Spotify

Author’s Note: This chapter is written in Baekhyun’s POV, so it is in the THIRD PERSON. I hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

Tag List: @bobohumyonlyboo​ @bbhsweets​ @baekklove​ @sunbyun21​ @247byun​ @veeyu​ @bbhl​ @simondominic-oh-oh​ @christiandosworld​ @blushinyouth​ @blvckdseouls​ @riajae​ @dokifox​ @lovelini​ @marovekian1​ @insta1010​ @itsbaekhyunsbutt​ @emoans​ @gyukult​ @baekpedia​ @baekmack​ @defluenza​ @billboard-singer​ @kokobyunee​ @puppyeoliepop​ @gotarmyofexolcarats​ @jekylluv​ @bbyunz​ @peachle​ @ncweab​ @zoe-and-kpop​ @sebootyforlife​ @minseokscock​ @honeyboocal​ @daffodilyellow​ @exosallure​ @exodropthat​ @blanknearvana​ @wonusbitch​ @hyuniebaby​ @hoshihoranghae​ @hajooeun​ 

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Baekhyun hates Monday nights because he’s a designated driver of a shady collective of robbers, and on Mondays, these robbers target banks. Although Baekhyun doesn’t see what’s wrong with taking money from those that already have so much of it to begin with, he hates it when the police get involved—and they always get involved, and he always has to end his already awful nights with a police chase into downtown Daegu until he can shake them off.

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I remember clearly how on the day I read this, an early August afternoon, there was an unexpected breeze seeping in through my open window. Even the temperature dropped, so it felt like spring more so than summer. Every time I glanced outside all I saw were green leaves dancing in the wind. That was the perfect ambience as I read this, it really was an experience.

fiction | kim dongyoung

pairing: forest spirit!doyoung x reader

words: 9.6k

genre: fluff, like a lot of fluff, comfort, fantasy, inspired by hotarubi no mori e

warnings: uhhh i dont think theres any

a/n: this was…an interesting concept to play with. also it’s not exactly a hotarubi no mori e!au just inspired by the movie, but you dont have to watch it to understand the fic. it’s also inspired by this

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Your eyes follow the tufts of blue hair amidst the black strands of the man standing a few feet outside your window. To a seven year old like you, it’s probably the most interesting thing—after all, he has blue hair! You’ve never seen anyone with blue hair before. You remember the cartoons you watched last evening before you were ushered to bed; the characters were so bright and colourful, and you really wish the people around you were like that too.

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Under the stars, longing, and jaeminnl ♥️♥️♥️

theme: demon!au

tw: mentions of blood, mature themes

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unkempt

fandom: monsta x member/reader: hyungwon, female,  genre/warning(s): smut, hitman!hyungwon, slight mention of death/killing length: 3K+ summary: [request] in which hyungwon wears a very nice suit and you break one of your rules a/n: reupload bc i accidentally deleted in my cleaning spree of doom

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[9:19pm] mark sends you a spongebob fanfic

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me, getting chased around my house by a murderer: alexa play what’s new scooby doo by simple plan

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Wow I haven’t posted in a hot minute! I’m so bad at keeping up with this blog oof... Anyway, this is the fic I read most recently and I genuinely recommend it! I’ll tell you more about it in the tags! ⬇️ So, on a serious note alcoholism is a delicate topic in general, as well as to me personally and I think it was handled and written very well! 👏 I also applaud the author on the consistency and her uploading frequency 👏 Now there’s another half of the epilogue and a bonus chapter left and all I have to say is that one line “It was a smile of sweet, wholesome danger” has left me very very suspicious as in I smell some fat ANGST coming up sigh 😔 But I’m a CLOWN and secretly hope for a happy ending, guess we’ll have to wait and see 🙃 Btw I know there’s a playlist but I feel like Touch & Go by Tinashe fits Chun’s POV?

Red Mercedes Masterlist

Baekhyun is an infamous frat boy with scarlet streaks in his hair that match the outer coat of his vintage red Mercedes. He likes parties, day-drinking, and showing too much chest. You’re a girl who just wants to be in love, and Baekhyun is just a boy who gets in the way.

CHARACTERS: You as “Chun” + Baekhyun

AU(s): fratboy!baekhyun, college!au

GENRES: angst, smut in later chapters

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, drug-taking, smut

➸ 01: Drinking Games ➸ 02: Coming Over ➸ 03: Picnic Rhymes (M) ➸ 04: Drink Up ➸ 05: B for Beneath ➸ 06: Summer High (M) ➸ 07: Hurt  ➸ 08: End of Eras ➸ 09: Harsh Reality  ➸ 10: Bad Meets Good  ➸ Epilogue Part 1  ➸ Epilogue Part 2  ➸ Bonus

OFFICIAL PLAYLIST: Spotify

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m writing this on a whim for Baekhyun’s birthday! This is supposed to be the prequel for another story, but you can read it as a stand alone. The first part should be out around May 5 or 6. Also your name is Chun because names are important here. Lastly, this story takes place over multiple eras of a relationship. I hope you enjoy and please do tell me what you think! This is also crossposted on AFF!

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promise | taeyong

Genre: bodyguard!au | fluff, lil bit of angst

Member: Taeyong / reader

Word Count: 4662 wtf

Summary: “i’ll come back for you” - “You promise?”

She didn’t need a babysitter.

She’d told her father over and over again that she was perfectly capable of looking after herself. She’d proved to him on multiple occasions that she knew how to manage someone being a little too handsy, or a little to rude, or a little too close for comfort but apparently, last night had been the last straw.

Like if was her fault she’d gotten into a fight with that asshole. He’d slapped her ass like she was a hand waiting to be high fived and laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever done and considering how much a frat boy he was, she wouldn’t be surprised if his tiny mind had be conditioned to laugh whenever he heard the number 69 or the word ‘blow’.

There was a bruise that had formed on her cheek where a scratch tore through it like it had been carved out by a knife. She had a cut lip and knuckles that bled red with bruises and cuts that clearly stated she could was not afraid to stand up for herself.

“This is Taeyong.” her father said, pointing to the man beside him.

If she were truthful, he wasn’t what she’d expected. Most bodyguards come in the form of burley old men who packed muscle upon muscle with lips in a thin line and beady eyes that surveilled the entire room the whole night. They had thick thighs and stood tall and proud, like ex-military, which they usually were. But Taeyong was none of that. He was thin, almost lanky with muscle that wasn’t a giveaway and softer eyes, still sharp but more curious than angry.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” she says, staying seated and crossing her arms over her chest like she’s defending herself already.

“I am not a sitter,” Taeyong points out, not smiling or joking but perfectly serious in a soft voice that still told her she should listen to him, “And you are not a baby,” he continues. “And those bruises beg to differ.” he motions with his hand.

Her hand caresses the tender skin of her cheek and she looks away, almost as if she’s in a dream world. It’s rough and lumpy with bits of scabs peeling off and she hisses when she presses down a little too hard. She whips her head around to glare at her dad, “I’m not a child. I grew out of supervision years ago.” she re-iterates, like he hadn’t heard the past hundred times she’s said it.

But her father ignores her, walking out of the room to take a call. Her nostrils flare and she kicks the table, jerking the vase until it threatens to topple over- not before Taeyong steps forward to catch it and places it on the coffee table beside him. He makes sure it’s steady, slowly turning to stare at her and points to it, “That’s a fifteenth century chinese imperial vase worth 1 billion won and you nearly just kicked it off a table?” he asks incredulously.

She cocks her head, surprised by his accusation because no-one has ever had the guts not the desire to speak to her that way. Not that she minds, she welcomes being treated like an actual human being and not some rich kid. She stands, brushing off the imaginary dust on her jeans and sighs. She wonders slowly over to the vase, like she’s seeing it for the first time in a museum, under Taeyang’s watchful and curious gaze.

She face him, the tip of her finger coming into contact with the vase as she slowly and almost patronisingly pushes it off the coffee table. He watches it fall to the floor, but she watches his reaction. His eye are cold but the corner of his mouth flinches upwards in a disgusted snarl, like he’s repulsed and something in the pit of her stomach curls into a ball of guilt.

He doesn’t speak to her much after that.

(she tells him later that it was fake and he’s so shocked he almost doesn’t believe her. But later he sees her father cleaning it up, mumbling ‘thank god it’s fake, can’t have anything nice in this house can i?’)

She makes him a cup of coffee every morning.

She’s not quite sure why she feels the need to appease some of his boredom or dislike of the current scenario, but none the less, she does. When she makes it the first time, his nose wrinkles and he grimaces- he must not like black coffee. But he drinks it anyway, thankful for something to occupy himself with. She doesn’t see him swirl it around the mug for almost an hour and then pour it into a nearby plant.

The second time she makes it, she adds sugar, stirring the piping hot liquid with a spoon she then licks and drops in the sink to be washed later. He accepts the drink with no specific look in his eyes and takes a sip, wary of her watchful gaze. His eyes suddenly close and the corner of his mouth lifts into a sneer, clearly too much sugar. But again, he doesn’t say anything, simply nods a thanks.

The third time she makes it, he stops her. “What?” she asks, when she sees his hand wrap around her wrist as she begins to pour the instant coffee.

“If i have to drink another mug of that god awful dirt I will pour it over your head.” he blurts.

She frowns, “What?” she cries incredulously.

“Are you actually trying to poison me?” he continues, moving her out of the way and prying the spoon from her fingers, “Because that’s very rude,” he scolds mockingly, wagging the spoon instead of his finger, “And I’d have to tell your father.”

She scoffs, leaning against the kitchen counter, “I didn’t take you for a snitch.”

He shrugs, not meeting her eyes, “I didn’t take you for a typical rich kid, but alas, you’ve proven me wrong.”

She raises an eyebrow and he pours the coffee she’s made down the sink, “What does that mean?” She asks in confusion and mild annoyance.

He just shrugs again, pouring himself a glass of water, “Nothing.”

Because it’s really not her fault. She’s a product of her environment, she grew up with maids and chefs and was coddled by everyone she ever knew. She has moments where she’s bratty and picky because she’s so used to being that way, but then she has small snippets of sincerity and kindness.

He’d been scanning through her mail to make sure there was nothing suspicious and he came across a letter that has a small lump in the envelope. He ripped it open to make sure it wasn’t any kind of chemical that could harm her and came across a small jewellery pouch. The letter attached was one from a charity, thanking her for funding the education of over 100 women and young girls and that one of them had wanted to thank her personally with a gift.

He saw her wearing the bracelet the next day and asked, “Is that new?”

She shrugged, “Just a gift from a friend.” but he saw the corner of her lips lift slightly and something inside him soared.

“Is he going to stand there the whole time?” Fei asks, jerking her thumbs in Taeyong’s direction as she takes a sip of her coffee.

The woman opposite her, rolls her eyes, nearly sneers and stabs at the pancakes before her, “Unfortunately so.” She mutters bitterly.

The cafe is small and quaint, but the kind of quaint that has an air of expense to it. The walls are creamy white and the booth their sitting in is so comfortable Fei actually asked the waitress who their designer was.

Fei tucks her hair behind her ear as she graciously rips off a giant piece of her breakfast burger. “You know-” she starts between her mouth full, “I think you having a bodyguard is a good thing.”

“Not you too!” She groans, throwing herself dramatically against the leather sofa and closing her eyes. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side. That’s why I think it’s a good idea.” Fei cries, “You have ended up in some sticky situations to say the least-”

“And I got out of every single one of them by myself” she interrupts.

Fei holds up a finger, “Well what if there’s one you don’t get out of?” She asks, cocking her head. She sighs, “Look, think about it this way. He’s your safety net. You don’t use him all the time but when you really need some help, he’ll be there.”

The other woman crosses her arms, almost childishly and stares at the side of Taeyong’s head where she can see a small smile threatening his lips. She grunts, “I hate it when you’re right.”

He’s got this air of disappointment that radiates from his body in waves and makes her gut churn. She feels like she’s on the edge of her seat, waiting for the pin to drop in a silent room but he’s stubborn and so she’s sure the pin will never land.

She flicks through the radio channels, landing on an old Jazz one her mother used to love and then sits back in her seat with a sigh. She glances at him. She sighs again, louder. He doesn’t even register her presence. She rolls her eyes, “Are you going to say anything?” she begs.

He ignores her.

She crosses her arms, “Come on, I wasn’t in any danger other than maybe one too many tequila shots and I made it so easy for you to find me. I don’t normally leave a note!” she cries.

He doesn’t say anything.

She huffs, leaning back in the car seat as he continues to drive carefully along the highway, “I just wanted to have some fun.” she mutters. “You know, nobody in there looked at me like I was anyone other than some girl dancing. No-one even paid attention to me, I was just some other person who was there to drink and hang out with friends. Why couldn’t you let me have that, even just for a few minutes?” she demands, almost angrily.

This time he turns the radio up.

It’s barely on for a second before she twists the button at lightening speed until the volume reaches ear shattering levels of intensity. “What the hell are you doing?” Taeyong demands, nearly swerving the car in shock and turning the volume down as fast as he can.

She smiles coldly, “Oh, he talks!” she cries sarcastically, “Maybe he can stop ignoring me and actually say something because this silence is killing me.”

“What do you want me to say?” he almost hisses, but barely manages to control his voice.

She throws her arms up, “I don’t know! How disappointed you are!? How angry you are that I made you trek across town! How annoyed you are that I snuck out! How you’re going to tell me dad! just say something, anything!” she exclaims.

He purses his lips, his hands tightening around the wheel until his knuckles turn white. But he hesitates to say anything. “My job is to protect you.” he starts slowly, almost carefully, “My job is not to be angry at you or scold you like you’re a child, my job is to keep you safe.” he pauses, “But you clearly don’t want to be protected.”

She frowns, cocking her head as he exits the highway and stops at a red light, “What does that mean?”

He glances at her and has to tear his eyes away because she looks like a puppy caught in the headlights. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold and her hair smells like vodka. Her skirt is short and he can see the goosebumps on her thighs but she just hugs herself tighter and doesn’t ask him to turn the heating on.

He swallows, looking at the road ahead, “Nothing.” he mutters under his breath.

Before she can say anything, he turns the volume up again. (And eventually she feels her seat warming up and stops shivering and realised he’s turned the heating on as well.)

She makes him breakfast the next morning to apologise and he’s wary at first, “Is it poisoned?” he questions, raising an eyebrow and tugging at the suit he’s wearing.

She rolls her eyes, “Yeah there’s cyanide in the eggs and antifreeze in your juice.” she states sarcastically. She sits on the other side of the counter and watches him pick up a piece of the omelette she’s made. She bites the tip of her thumb as he chews and chews and… keeps chewing. “So?” she asks carefully.

He looks up at her, “Are you sure you made this?” he asks disbelievingly.

She smiles, “Yeah, is it good?” she asks almost excitedly.

“No, I just never expected you to make something so awful that it actually made me question my will to live.” he states in all seriousness.

Her mouth is slightly apart and her eyebrows are pinched above her nose, “Wha- what’s wrong with it!” she cries incredulously, coming around to stand beside him.

He stares at her, “What’s wrong with it?” he demands. He pulls out a hard white solid from the mouthful he still hasn’t swallowed, “First of all, there is shell in here.” he wrinkles his nose and turns around to spit the mouthful into the trash. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, “Second of all I’m almost 100% sure that the eggs you used have been in the fridge for three months and third of all-” he uses his fork to stab at the omelette and pulls out a black block of what looks like jelly, “what in the hell is this?”

She crosses her arms, “Oh, and suddenly you’re a five star chef?” She demands.

He raises his eyebrows, glancing around the kitchen. He smirks at her and points to the seats around the island, “Sit. I’m going to show you what good food tastes like.”

He shrugs off his jacket and rolls up the sleeves to his shirt. He runs his hand through his hair and grabs hold of the pan and she just watches him from where she’s rooted in her seat. His eyes are soft and kind but his jaw could slice butter and he moves like he’s got a purpose. “Why do you wear a suit?” She asks absentmindedly.

He hums, “What do you mean?” He asks as he turns the gas on.

She shrugs, “Well, it’s just me and I’m not planning on going to a black tie event today, so there’s really no point in the suit.”

“Actually,” he begins, holding a finger up as if to say wait a minute, “There is a point.”

She cocks her head, “Care to share?”

He glances at her over his shoulder and suddenly his posture stiffens. He takes a deep breath, “I have a life outside of you, princess.” He almost mocks, but there’s a playful tone to his voice so she breathes a small laugh. “I have to go to work, debrief, anything strange I saw anyone who looked at you funny, anyone who wants to hurt you. And at at work, I have to wear a suit.”

She frowns as she watches him shuffle the eggs around the pan, “Can you take me there?” She asks tentatively.

He pauses, his hand still wrapped around the panhandle and the sound of the eggs sizzling is suddenly extremely prominent in the room. “No.” He says, and he goes back to cooking.

“Why not?”

He blinks and turns to look at her, his arms crossed, “You wouldn’t fit in.” He states. She frowns, crinkling her nose and he can see the anger brewing in her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything because she can see he has more he wants to tell her. “You’re not like them.” he adds, “You don’t look for the worst in people and you’re not suspicious of everyone you come into contact with.” he shrugs, “You’re untainted by that place and I’d like it to remain that way, okay?”

She stares at him because she never knew he thought that way about her. He’s got this look in his eyes like he’s scared she’ll press him further on it and ask him what he means, but she just nods, “Okay.”

She’s wide awake and it’s seven o'clock in the morning. Her hair is tangled in knots and her eyes are barely open as she sits up in her bed with her back hunched and questions all of her life choices to date. She’s surrounded by open books with words of the highest intellect sprawled in rushed 4am handwriting and exhausted letters that spell out ‘more research needed.’

She sighs loudly, gathering them all into a pile as she drags herself out of bed, it beckons her for a swift return but she needs to get this research finished. She hasn’t told her father yer that she enrolled at a university, he didn’t think she needed it when they had all this money but she was so curious about the world and the people in it that she’d enrolled anyway. Considering her stature and situation the university were very understanding and allowed her to work from home, only to send in assignments and come in once in awhile for help on something she was struggling on.

She pushes her curtains apart and pauses when she notices a figure standing on the back porch. Taeyong is stood, facing the gardens that shine under the sun and he seems to be mesmerised by the sight. The light catches his jaw when he turns and feathers through his hair and her breath catches in her throat.

He turns to glance up at her window and she gasps, closing the curtains as fast as she can. Oh no. She shakes her head, stop it. She slithers onto her bed, begging for both more sleep and a further avoidance of him and groans loudly. Her phone vibrates;

Tae: I made you breakfast.

Her: is it poisoned?

She kicks the various clothes that lie on her floor and sits down at her desk, dropping the chair and throwing her books onto the table. Her phone vibrates again;

Tae: yeah there cyanide in your eggs and antifreeze in your juice.

She smirks.

Her: did you make pancakes?

She really shouldn’t go downstairs. She’ll talk to him, chat about everything under the sun, get roped into watching a movie or even going out for a walk and she’ll never make it upstairs to finish her work. She’ll spend too much time with him and then reality will come crashing down because he’s not hers and he’s paid to spend time with her.

Tae: your favourite.

She takes a deep breath.

Her: thanks but I’m not hungry, you eat them.

What seems like twenty second later there’s a soft knock at her door. She hums, “Yes?” and glances up from her laptop.

Taeyong slides through the door and stands at the entrance, slightly confused with his eyes trained on her. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

She frowns, “What do you mean?” She asks, leaning back in her chair, suddenly aware that she’s dressed in her pyjamas.  

He shrugs, “You don’t usually say no to pancakes, no matter what mood you’re in.” He pauses, noticing the papers strewn about on her desk, “What’s this?” He asks, picking one up. He notices the scribbles and the angry letters of 4am incompetency and he raises an eyebrow.

She snatches it back, “Nothing.” She mutters, sliding it beneath her other papers.

He shuffles closer, until he’s almost hovering over her and looks at the works she’s been doing, “What is all this? Are you going to school?” he asks, both curious and surprised.

She shrugs uncomfortably, “Yeah, so?” she almost snaps, harsher than she intended.

He pauses, “Your dad doesn’t know does he?”

She takes a beat, “Are you going to tell him?” her voice sounds small and almost worried.

He frowns, “Why would I do that? first, it’s none of my business and second, I think it’s very admirable of you.” he explains with a proud look in his eyes.

She scoffs, “Yeah if only I was smart enough to actually do the work.” she mutters angrily, throwing the pen onto the table and sighing loudly.

He pulls the stool from her make up table and sits next to her, slapping his thighs and shrugging off his jacket. “I’ll help you, what are you doing?” he asks.

She takes a moment to narrow her eyes at him. He seems serious, like he wants to make sure she does well and she feels her heart swell in her chest. She smiles, turning back to her computer and handing him one of the textbooks she has, “I’m writing a dissertation about the impact that religion has had on a specially cultivated group of people from all over the world but i’m having trouble finding information of certain specific tribal religions because they weren’t discovered until recently and there is nothing online about them.” she explains. He stares at her, a small smile on his lips and she pauses, “What?” she asks, her cheeks dusted pink.

“Nothing,” He shakes his head, “You’re just amazing.” he blurts.

She bites her lip, her heart hammering in her chest and she looks down at her feet, “You’re an idiot.” she jokes.

“I saw that.” he states, sliding up beside her at the food table.

She barely glances at him, picking up an au d'oeuvres and moves along the table, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she says as she holds lifts the side of her dress so that it doesn’t get caught on her heels.

The ballroom is majestically large with hundreds of waiters that wonder around handing out flutes of champagne and napkins where people’s phone numbers have since been scribbled on in an attempt to lure the wade of rich old men here into sharing their fortunes. There’s young children dressed in their finest clothes and parents who let them run around throwing food at each other.

The King of some Country or other is hosting and there are body guards that surround the room. “You avoided the cameras and hid from the guards and then walked away like you hadn’t done anything.” he adds.

She shrugs, “Again, I think you have the wrong person.” but there’s a slight smirk that threatens the corner of her mouth and he knows she’s proud of herself. Spiking the punch is such an age old tradition that she’s been continuing for a while now, and has yet to be caught.

He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “I’m actually quite impressed.” he states and this time she just smiles. “I’ve also seen you eyeing up the fire escape that just happens to be in a blind spot so i’m perfectly aware that you’re planning as escape.”

“I knew you saw me.” She moves along the buffet, picking and eating different small tasters and nods, “Why do you think i’m still here.” she adds.

He pauses, “If you want to leave that’s okay, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

She stops and stares at him, “You’re not going to force me to stay?” She asks mildly confused.

He shakes his head, “You clearly don’t want to be here.” He pauses, “I’ve learnt that I can’t make you do something you don’t want to do. If you can’t beat them join them right?” He explains.

She smiles, “Great. Let’s get the car.” She reaches into a well hidden picket among the layers of fabric and produced the keys, “You’re going to need these.” She states.

He frowns, “Did you pick pocket the valet?” He asks, his mouth slightly ajar.

She corner of her lips lifts into a smile and she shrugs, “You knew I was planning an escape.”

It takes them ten minutes to sneak out, undetected by bodyguards and cameras. Ten more to steal some desert and smuggle it into the car and only five to finally drive off. “Where to princess?” He asks from the front seat, eyeing her in the driving mirror.

She glances at him, then her watch which reads 11:12pm, and then out of the window with a sigh. “Home please.” She says quietly with a soft and tired smile, “I’d like to go home.”

And he watches her eyes follow cars and streaks of light in the sky with almost childlike wonder as she plays with the fabric of her dress. She runs her fingers through her hair and a small absentminded smile makes its way onto her face and he thinks fuck, this is bad.

“Hey.” she says, glancing up from her phone at Taeyong from where he stands at her front door. He seems perplexed, his hair strewn at strange angles and he seems panicked, rushed. “What’s wrong?” she frowns.

Her pushes past her, throwing a glance behind him and pushing the door closed, “I’m not supposed to tell you, I shouldn’t even be here.” he says, pushing her further into the house until they reach the kitchen.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, frowning as she lets him hold onto her arm like an anchor. He’s pacing, running his fingers through his hair, “You’re starting to scare me, what happened?” she demands.

He stops and looks at her. And they stand apart for what seems like minutes but what could have been seconds before he walks slowly over to her, like he’s approaching a sacred animal. He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and her breath catches in her throat. “I’ve been called out on a mission.” he says quietly.

Her eyes are round in shock and she stammers, “You’re leaving?” she asks carefully, “For how long?”

His body is so close to hers and her heart hammers in her chest. Her palms are sweating and his breath fans her lips, “I don’t know.” he murmurs, twisting the ends of her hair in between his fingers. “I just had to tell you.” he adds.

She stares up at him as his other hand comes to rest on the counter behind her, almost trapping her against his body. “Are you…” going to miss me? Here to say goodbye? “Are you packed?” she asks, feigning supportiveness, “Are you going somewhere warm? Maybe get a tan?” she asks, attempting to smile.

He grimaces, “Don’t do that.” he almost begs. “I can see you’re upset.”

She shrugs, looking down at her feet, “Of course i’m upset, you’re my friend.” she pauses, “I’ll miss you.” she states quietly.

He uses his index finger to lift her chin until their eyes meet. “I’ll come back for you.” he states and she can feel the message behind his words. His eyes are soft and kind and he can feel the sadness that radiates from her body, maybe he should have done something about them before? Maybe he shouldn’t have waited so long until they were pulled apart by higher powers.

She smiles, trying her best not to cry and holds out her pinky, “You promise?” she asks, almost like a child.

But he pushes her hand away, knots his fingers in her hair and pulls her in for a kiss. Her arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to her body as his other hand comes to rest on her cheek. It’s like chocolate sliding into her mouth and like she’s lying on a cloud, like the world is coming together and she can finally see clearly. 

He pulls away, his breath fanning her lips and he smiles like his dream have just come true, “I promise.”

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The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it’s honestly a waste that my entire life isn’t constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS

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breaking of the fast [vampire!jimin x reader]

Rated M because this is total obnoxious desperate vampire rough sex trash hell! :-) Like we are talking fangs and biting and oral and sex and slight mentions of blood and some consensual vampire hypnosis stuff and mating and uh, yeah. All that good stuff! I cannot promise that this is good but I can promise that. It. Well. It has Jimin in it, and he is a vampire, and he dicks ya down. LMFAO I’M JUST GOING TO SHUT UP NOW BYE!!!!! Word count 4.9k!!!!!

“Why don’t you want me?”

It’s a simple question, and for once, Jimin has no answer. You can see his anger bristling, though — and Jimin is typically not one to be angry, not properly, at least. He is a cold anger. A quiet anger. Subdued, like a river frozen over and rushing in icy terror underneath. The teeth behind a closed mouth.

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Comfort

Length: 4.2 k Genre: Fluff Warnings: mentions of abusive relationships

Seven years. It’s been seven years since you started dating. It seems like yesterday, really. You don’t know what happened to the two of you through the years. Sometimes, you wonder if it’s just your mind convincing you that you feel the way you do, that it doesn’t go both ways. But then you see his eyes, dimmed and blank, exhausted with you, and you know it most definitely goes both ways. Ordinary lives in an ordinary cycle, coming around and around. It’s not really someone’s fault, so you’ve been trying to walk around the unavoidable. The thing is, with two people that don’t love each other anymore, the routine though. The comfort that comes with the years, safe and familiar, and stuck into your day like glue. You could live your life out this way, you know you could. You probably would have, if not for him.

It’s late. Too late to be out, and you know Junmyeon won’t be happy to have you out so late. You’re not in a hurry though, since the weather is up to it’s last good days before the snow starts steadily falling. The wind is stinging your skin, even when you wrap your jacket closer around your body, in hopes of keeping some warmth in. The sun has already sunk deep under the horizon, and the streets are quiet, homes sleeping in comfort. You’re tired after this day, and in search of comfort as well. When you look up, you catch eye of a person crouched in front of a stone wall, hidden in the shadows. He’s wearing all black, for a good reason, it seems. There’s a very distinct sound that cuts through the silence, and you gasp, holding your breath in surprise. The person looks up at your sound, eyes wide and scared under the black hood. You can barely make out any features before he jumps up and rushes away, some of the paint bottles falling out of his back, as he swears.

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click | nmy

✢ genre: post-breakup au | fluff

✢ member: nakamoto yuta x reader

✢ word count: 5.3k+

✢ summary: Nakamoto Yuta did not have experience in being heartbroken, this being his first time with such a problem. Listening to the internet’s guide on how to get over a breakup, he goes to a karaoke bar to sing, and well, drink. To sing and drink his emotions away. Add another heartbroken soul to the equation and click there’s a messy situation of heavy hormones and other fluids. What could go wrong?

✢ warnings: none

✢ a/n: An early birthday gift for one of my favourite smiling boys, the one and only Yuta. Enjoy this work of art that combines a series of pop culture references and what I imagine being heartbroken is like.

Please leave a like or a reblog! Comments and messages are always appreciated! Follow for more! Happy reading xx ♡  m.list

   Nakamoto Yuta did not do heartbreaks.

It was never he who was left in the dust, he was the one who did all the dust-leaving.

At least, that’s how it usually was. And how it should be, but his latest victim seemed to have been too similar to him. In the way that she was ready to hop off to the next big thing (person), and move on as he was. Only he didn’t feel the need to do that with her, clearly not sharing the same sentiments, with her telling him this morning that she felt that they “needed to see other people.”

So there he sat, in a dark room of red cushioned walls with a bright karaoke machine smack in the centre of the back wall. Ironically blasting Jackson 5’s ‘I Want You Back’ at the highest volume.

He looked pathetic. Or as pathetic as a Nakamoto Yuta could get, his hair disheveled and his eyes incredibly bulgy, like he’d been crying. Admittedly, he had been. For the past hour to be exact.

Over his pride, or over her is but a mystery.

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The Way Gravity Works

A/N: Was supposed to be working on a Jaehyun piece, but felt this strange urge to write something heartbreaking and painful, so I ended up here XD. Taeyong’s a sweetheart regardless of my fixation on Jae and this was fun. Enjoy! Oh yeah, subtle Maroon 5 reference somewhere in here. Maybe no one will notice? Mind the typos, will probably edit some time in the near future.

Gravity works differently between you and Taeyong.

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: Angst, Romance, Brother’s best friend? Tw; mentions of death and alcoholism Word Count: 9000+

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Even Faeries [baekhyun x reader]

HAHA SO THIS IS KIND OF RIDICULOUS but one of my super important beloved IRL friends will stan Byun Baekhyun until she dies, and when I was trying to get the hang of writing reader-inserts again (Over Three Years Ago) I was like “I WANT TO PRACTICE ON YOU” and decided to write this ridiculous thing. It is based off of one time when he got on the internet and replied to an EXO-L and said, “I like everyone. Even fairies.” and that just like totally obliterated my ass.

Here is the strange fantasy/magickal college AU that NOBODY ASKED FOR.

Rated HARD T for swearing, some intense descriptions of magickal injury and politics, and angst with a happy ending. Word count 10.8k (LOL).

I like everyone. Even faeries.

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Unknown Number | C.HW

Genre: college!au - explicit smut/angst/fluff Word count: 16.8k Comments: this is a revision of an au that i wrote from when i was in a different fandom!! Warnings: graphic depictions of sex: fingering, oral (male and female), insertion, dirty talk, public sex, dom/sub themes.

In which two anonymous people sext each other, neither one aware that the other is their sworn enemy.

Commonly, at the ages of the early twenties, partying becomes an event that is scheduled almost every single week. Crammed bodies that emit heat, slick with sweat, sticking against each other on dance floors packed like sardines and in secret affairs tucked away in random quarters; the turbulent howling of frat boys who have found the beer keg and are attempting to sacrifice their weakest link to down it all in one gulp; almosts and maybes and hindered exchanges that stay sputtering in the stomachs of those who leave early filled with regret. A party is everything aggravating that stirs up irritation put into one area under the façade of something whimsical, and it is all worth it – until the morning after.

The dull, throbbing pain that bangs against your skull causes your eyelids to flutter open, the harsh sunlight that flows into your bedroom through the drawn curtains triggering the torment to grow worse as it fries your retinas, screwing your eyes shut as you let out a groan of agony, sore arms flying up to rest your hands against your forehead and to massage your temples.

“My head,” you hiss in pain, gulping the urge to curse loudly at yourself for deciding to drink so much the night before down your throat. A low chuckle emits from the side of your room which causes your body to jolt in surprise, turning your head and barely peeking out from underneath your eyelids at the origin of the sound, seeing your roommate leaning against the doorframe, trying to suppress his laughter. “Jesus, Kihyun. Knock next time.”

“You’ve been asleep for fifteen hours, I came to check if you were still alive.” Kihyun explains, walking towards you and holding out what you’ve made out to be a single pill of tylenol and a glass of water. “I told you to be careful with your drinks last night, you know.”

You slowly sit up, rolling your eyes as you leans against your headboard, graciously accepting the pill and water and downing it in one gulp. Your esophagus feels less dry and you relish in the fleeting moment of peace before another strike of pain emits in your skull and sends jolts of agony down your bones and nerves. You wince once more, closing your eyes.

“What happened last night?” you ask your roommate, attempting to recollect your memories of the night before in the darkness behind your eyelids but coming up blank.

“You got drunk,” Kihyun answers you, hands shoved into his pockets as if he were looking for something. “Then, after your 5th shot or whatever, you told me you were going to the bathroom. You were gone for, like, 50 minutes, so I tried phoning you to see where you were, but my phone was gone! Luckily, I found you on the floor next to the ladies bathroom,” he pauses and then lifts up his phone - his shattered phone - to your face. “Next to this.”

His eyes are sharp, pointed directly at you as you gulp and shrink down in confused guilt before an apologetic smile attempts to stretch on your face. “I’m sorry?”

“You should say that to the people you texted,” Kihyun shrugs, shoving his phone back into his pocket and crossing his arms. “You messaged every single person off of my contacts list. Your phone’s been going off for the past fifteen hours while you’ve been asleep.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit, indeed.”

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partner in crime - m

mafia!doyoung x mafia!reader : angst/dark comedy

word count: 16.5k

you and doyoung had always been partners, nothing more. when an assignment gets particularly sticky, everything changes. for better or for worse is what you had yet to decide

warnings: smut (rough sex, binding, choking, edging, over stimulation, oral sex m and f, just ya know… the works), violence, blatant murder, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex trafficking

a/n: shout out to the anon that requested mafia doyoung when i opened my requests for 500 followers. that ask has stuck with me for a couple months and now we have this. hope you get to see this bc i owe this to you (reupload bc i messed up the first time…. sigh)

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