#neo city noir collab

[yutahoes]

Roses and Blood

pairing: private detective! Yuta Nakamoto x journalist! Y/N 

word count: 4.4k words

genre: angst, a bit of smut, NOIR

summary : A high-profile cheating case just become a murder case. And the center of it all is the detective himself. 

warnings : death, murder, blood, cigarettes, alcohol, sexual themes (masturbation) but not detailed, abuse, mentions of cheating, mentions of torture

This is my attempt to write a Noir AU, I’m not a fan of detective movies or this genre so this is the best that I can make up. This is heavily inspired by Secret’s Poison MV. 😁  

taglist: @dimplehyunn @nominsgirl @jaesqueso @ahsshilee-me @readers-posts @justpeachygirl 

written for Neo-City Noir Collab Call by @suh-insane​

An extra cube of sugar in my cup of coffee. The only thing that changed in my everyday routine. The everyday bustling and hustling of the street outside didn’t change a bit. A typical day. 

The calmness of the office was disturbed when the door opened. A strong scent of woman’s perfume hitting my nose. Roses. She smelled like roses. 

The woman removed her coat, revealing a red button-down blouse hugging her figure. Blood. She reminds me of blood. A woman who might bring trouble. 

Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office and she slumped on the chair before I could remove my eyes from her. “I need your help.” She started, crossing her legs. “Detective Nakamoto.” 

I leaned in on the table to assess her. An unreadable expression. She might be used to this. She took an envelope from her white handbag, sliding it on the table in front of me. "This is the file for Senator Hall." I opened the envelope which revealed a detailed copy of the said senator's information. "There had been threats to his life and I wanted to ask your help in finding who the mystery sender is." 

There are different sized papers inside the envelope, letters cut from magazines that contain messages of threats. “Are you and the senator…?” Her lips curled up even before I could finish my sentence. 

She handed a card, slipping it on the table. “I’m Y/N, Senator Hall’s publicist.” True enough, the card says that she is a journalist. “There are talks about how good you are, considering you found the mistress of Otto Holding’s chairman.” My jaw clenched. It’s not my best work but why did I get famous because of that? “Can I assure your help, Detective?” 

I nodded with a smirk. She knew the business. Interesting. The woman placed the briefcase on the table, “This is just the first payment.” A briefcase full of money? This is serious business. She placed a gold-colored card above the briefcase with the letters ‘Fantasia’ written on it. “The senator usually comes to this club. He often gets the letters in this place.” 

Fantasia? It’s a new high-end club that just opened for VIPs. This just narrowed down the list of potential suspects. They can either be VIPs or someone working in that club. 

“I trust that you do your job discreetly,” She leaned on the table and I found myself staring at the low cut of her red blouse. “Mr. Yuta Nakamoto.” The way my name rolled on her tongue sent shivers down my spine. And as she left the office, her heels clicking on the floor, I was left with the scent of roses and an unhealthy amount of attraction for the senator’s publicist. 

My fingers fiddled with the business card she handed. 

Miss Y/N. 

Trouble. 

Will I get to see her again? 

Fantasia is so posh, so high class, that security is so tight. It runs in an invite-only policy, the golden card that Miss Y/N handed. But even if you had the said invite, you needed to give them your personal information. Nothing bad will surely happen here. 

The inside was not anything I imagined. The smell of alcohol and the blinding lights are the first thing noticeable inside, followed by jazz music playing. Girls in promiscuous clothes were serving drinks as another girl with flashy red clothes was singing on the stage. The color of rose and blood. And I was reminded of Ms. Y/N once again. 

Senator. I’m here for a task. 

After getting my drink from the bartender, I searched for a place where I could sit and surveyed the place. Before I approached a corner seat, I spotted the man I should be eyeing, seated on a velvet couch and staring at the girl on the stage. Based on the files, he has a wife and she’s very wealthy. Is this another case of a cheating husband? Then this case will be solved immediately. 

The girl in the red dress singing earlier made her way to the crowd, stopping in front of the senator before giving him a smile and a wink. A smirk escaped my lips, case closed. I've been in this work for so long to know that his wife is giving him threats for having a girlfriend. A cliché love story. 

The task was done even before I could begin so I drank a little to celebrate my small victory. Although the drink is expensive, I deserved this. 

I'm busy minding my drink when the seat beside me gets occupied. "Hi." The same girl in the red dress singing on stage earlier. The senator's lover. "You're new here, aren't you?" 

Does she keep track of the people here? "Want me to show you a good time?" What? But before I could say anything, she lightly pushed up her skirt to show me her thigh. What the hell is this club? 

I turned around from her, facing the female bartender who was wiping the counter, and drank the contents of my glass in one gulp. I have to get out of here. The girl held my chest and I hastily stood up, feeling my head throbbed. What is happening to me? I felt my legs lose their strength as my stomach grumbled, sour liquid creeping up in my throat. 

Immediately, I ran to the men's toilet to vomit everything in my stomach. The sour and bitter taste coming out of my mouth. Where did this come from? Is it the expensive drink? Am I not allowed to drink expensive scotch? Luxury life isn't really for me. 

The moment I went out, wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, a surprise overtook me. A body was lying on the floor, a pool of blood by my feet. Turning it, I stumbled on my feet to see the senator as pale as a ghost. What the hell? I kneeled on the bloody floor, pumping his chest to at least save him but it's too late. He already lost a lot of blood. Shit, this is bad. 

A stray bullet can be seen on the side of his body next to something glistening. An earring. Gold flower earring. The lingering smell of cigarettes, mint cigarettes. Before I could stand, the door opened followed by a scream of terror. This is really bad. 

The door closed. I had to save myself. Even if it is the most questionable thing, I jumped out of the window and ran for my life. My hands were still bloody as well as my coat, the earring in my coat pocket. This is a first. What will happen to me now? There's only one person who saw me. They can't actually remember me, right? 

It must be the distress, the lightheaded feeling of panic. A blinding car light made me stop in my tracks. This might be my death. I should have bought the fanciest drink there is. 

"Detective Nakamoto?" Then the voice of an angel. I might be dead. "Are you alright?" The angel appears to wear a red shirt. The color of blood. Death. "What happened to you?" Her flesh feels warm, she's alive. 

It is the distress, the panic, that I cling to her arm. The police sirens could be heard and I begged for her to take me out of the place. 

The evening lights were blinding as she drove. Destination, unknown. Her phone rang and she accepted the call, Mrs. Hall. "My husband is dead." She stepped on the brakes immediately, putting her phone on handset before glancing at me. 

I didn't hear what they were talking about but her stare at me got me ideas. She might have found out that I'm in the same club as him. When she put down the call, she only stared at me. "You killed him?" 

"What? Of course not." 

She raised an eyebrow, eyeing my bloody coat. "I swear I didn't. I saw him lying in his own blood when I left the restroom stall." 

"Someone saw you." She opened the radio of her car, "And now, they're looking for you." The voice from the radio was talking about how the senator was found dead in the jazz club and that they're looking for a man in a coat. I hastily removed my coat, throwing it on the backseat of the car. 

She laughed at that. "You think that's all, detective?" She showed her phone, a picture of me taken earlier in the club with a wanted sign on top. Shit! "I asked you to find who tried to kill him, not kill him." 

"I swear I didn't," I shouted, putting my hands up. "I don't even own a gun and he was shot." I tried to think of other things I noticed at the scene of the crime. Come on Yuta, think. "It smells like cigarettes and I don't smoke." 

She raised an eyebrow at that. "But why are you there?" 

"You asked me to come there."

"I mean the restroom." She rolled her eyes. "If he was shot, why didn't you hear the gunfire? Why didn't you ask for help?" 

I closed my eyes in frustration. Journalists really are inquisitive. "I was vomiting my drink and I don't know, I panicked. I thought I could save him." She started the car without a word and I just sat there, looking outside to see where we were going. 

What will happen to me now? A wanted man. I can't return to my original life. Why am I in this mess? "I'm sorry. I believe you. I asked you for help and you were just trying to do your job." I nodded. At least she understands. "But for now, everyone knows you so I'll help you hide then maybe we can clear your name." 

I have nothing to do but trust her. I need to clear my name. Why is my brain so blank now? 

We stopped at a gas station to get some food. I’m pretty famished after vomiting everything but the moment I stepped inside the store, the news of the senator can be heard followed by a description of the person who killed him. The attendant stared at me before Y/N took his attention. This is bad. 

Hastily, I made a beeline outside after cleaning my hands off the blood. Y/N is already outside with a lollipop in her mouth, leaning by her car. “I borrowed some clothes.” She should have said that when I was inside but where did she get those clothes? “You can change inside the car.” 

Here? In the open? But she was already opening the door for me. The clothes were on the backseat of her car, a black shirt and jogger pants. And it’s better than having my bloody clothes so even if the shirt is a little tight, pants shorter, I have to wear this. 

She eyed me from head to toe and for the first time, I felt exposed. A raise of an eyebrow followed by the lollipop removed from her mouth with a popping sound. "Do you have any place you can go?" Is there? They're probably at my apartment address by now. The police might be in my office. I shook my head and she smirked, gesturing to the car. 

The city buildings are now gone, replaced by endless empty landscapes. It was a long drive. The news from the radio was replaced by jazz music, her phone kept ringing but she didn't mind it all. A blinding light changed the overall aura of the surroundings as she made a sharp turn heading to what seems like a motel. Why here of all places? It looks like a rundown. Is someone still living here? 

I followed her to what seems like an endless hallway, the smell of cigarettes and weed in the air as the sounds of grunting and bed squeaking can be heard. She inserted a key on the last door to the right, opening it and switching the lights on. “Stay here for a while.” She whispered before casually entering the room. It smelled like roses. Her scent. 

“Do you live here?” She shook her head, handing me a bottle of beer. Then why does she look so comfortable here? She removed her coat and casually throwing it to the couch in the middle of the room. Her arms filled with bruises and scars. “What happened?” 

She shrugged, disappearing to another door and I took time to look around. A large window covered with dark curtains, bottles of beer on the floor under the table. I even saw underwear which made me immediately turn around. There was a sound of murmuring from inside the room, she might be on a call with someone. 

I took my phone out of my coat pocket which revealed countless calls and even messages asking where I was. In annoyance, I just closed my phone and return it to the pocket where my fingers grazed at something sharp. The earring. The gold flower earring. It’s a woman. 

“A woman killed him.” I immediately told Y/N when she went out of the room. “I’m certain of that.” She glanced at me in question. “Maybe his wife.” 

“Mrs. Hall? She’s so kind.” She claimed. “Why would she do that?” 

“Because he’s seeing someone else.” The statement obviously came as a surprise to her. Doesn’t she know? “Senator Hall is seeing another girl in that jazz club.” Her eyebrows were scrunched to focus on my words. Then it came. That girl. She was beside me before I took a shot of my drink. She might have put something in my drink. She listened as I narrate everything to her, no one can help me with this shithole but her. I need to clear my name and find who really killed the senator. 

She bit her lip. “Do you really think she did it? The jazz singer?” I nodded. It’s only her or his wife. “I’m meeting Mrs. Hall tomorrow. I’ll try and look at this.” She rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be your job.” I apologized. It really is. But my hands are tied now. I can’t do anything. 

The death was all over the news. My face plastered on every newspaper and wanted poster. How quick are they to assume that I killed the senator? Should I just come clean and tell them that I don’t have a gun? That I don’t smoke? 

With nothing to do, I laundry my bloody clothes and some of Y/N’s things. Lightly tidying up her motel room. Why would a girl like her live in a place like this? 

And as I reached out from under the couch, I found out exactly why. 

It’s almost midnight yet she isn’t back. Maybe she isn’t coming here tonight. So I settled to bed, removing the dirty shirt I have been wearing the whole day. The incessant pounding of the bed on the wall from the other room only made me annoyed and, well, disturbed. I can’t fucking sleep. The moans got louder, mattress squeaking that made it unable for me to focus on just sleeping. Fuck! I’m very well disturbed. 

My hand slipped inside my pants, finger tracing the outline of my member while thinking of a certain girl in red lace underwear. Hand wrapped around the hard rod, I started stroking while creating soft moans along with the sound of sex next door. “Y/N,” I whispered and a gasp can be heard that made me open my eyes. She’s in the doorway, looking at me in surprise. Fuck! Immediately, I removed my hand from my pants then stood up from the bed that made me light-headed. “It’s not what it looked like. I…” 

“Yuta,” she called. A sound that rang like a melody in my ears. There were tears in her eyes, a bruised lip, and a cut on her cheek. The reason why she’s staying in this motel room. Why that ring is under the couch. “I don’t want to come back to him anymore.” She choked on her tears. 

Y/N’s cries got louder as I wrap my arms around her. “Then don’t come back to him,” I whispered. How long was this? Why isn’t she speaking up about this? Why is she hiding here? “I’ll protect you, Y/N.” 

She stared right into my eyes. And I knew that very moment I shouldn't have let myself be taken by her good looks and smell. I realized that she was the kind of trouble I was looking for. The kind that would give my life a sense of purpose. 

My hunches might be right seeing how there are bruises and scars all over her skin. How can a confident girl be this fucked up? Now, I have more reasons to clear my name. "When everything clears up, stay with me." I whispered then kissed her bare shoulder. My lips went to hers, gently kissing the bruises and cuts in her skin as if I could erase them. My arms trying to give her the warmth she needed. 

When I woke up, she was nowhere in sight. Her car wasn’t outside as well, she must be off to work. The news is different now, something about the stocks dropping and the murder of another man in town. Maybe I can come outside now. But where should I go? There isn’t any diner or restaurant near the motel, even a store where I can buy food. I’ll have to wait for her to come home and wish that she brought food. 

Luckily, Y/N did. Sushi. Along with the take-out foods is an envelope that contains papers inside. A picture is inside the brown file, the girl from the jazz club. “Is she the one you’re talking about?” I nodded. Although her clothes are different and with a lesser make-up on, she’s obviously that girl. There were details about her, her name and her address. “Do you think she killed the senator?” 

“Why would she drug me if not?” 

“That’s not enough evidence, Yuta.” She’s right. It really isn’t enough evidence to name her the suspect. Shit! Is there anything I can do to clear my name? “I’ll try and watch her, maybe I can get some answers.” 

I moved closer to her, holding her in my arms. If we’re going to clear my name, she wouldn’t be doing this alone. She’s been through a lot. “I’ll come with you.” When she kissed my lips, I already knew her answer. 

She was exactly that girl in the bar. My eyes can’t fool me. It’s a high possibility that she is the killer now that we’re watching her smoke a cigarette. All we need to do is get her alibi and see if she has a gun. But I'm positive that she is the killer. Why would she put poison in my drink? Why me? 

Is it to frame me? She doesn't know me. Is it obvious that I'm a detective at first glance? Which came to my first question, why me? 

That question still lingered in my mind. It's been a week since we saw the girl. Y/N would always leave in the morning and come back each night with new information about the Senator's case. She had been working closely with the lawyers and the police about the case, updating me of recent findings. "Can I come out now? Tell the police everything I know about the case?" I asked while brushing her hair, her head laying on my arm. "I have enough evidence." 

"Evidence?" 

"An earring," I whispered and she jolted to sit, looking at me surprised. "I saw an earring at the scene of the crime." 

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She picked up her discarded clothes in a hurry. Why? What’s wrong? But before I could ask anything, she had already left. 

The news of the senator’s death was once again on the headlines but this time, my face isn’t the one flashing but the jazz singer’s as the suspect. She admitted to the crime, saying that she had been threatening the senator since he promised that he’ll buy her out of the club. Fantasia club is now under a lot of criticism for prostitution and the unethical labor of the workers. A gun with a silencer was found in her possession, the weapon used for the crime. 

My picture flashed on the screen, not as a suspect, but as the detective who solved all of this. 

There’s only one thing to do now. Go back to my normal life. 

Journalists all came to the office and asked me a lot of questions. The newspaper was filled with pictures of me, claiming that I’m the best detective in town and the phone kept ringing endlessly in the office. I smiled, it hadn’t been a typical day even if I didn’t put an extra cube of sugar in my coffee. 

I was on a call with a journalist from the local newspaper when two uniformed personnel came inside my office. “Detective Nakamoto, we need your help.” And I knew, this is something serious. 

Maybe it already happened two times. I have been to this place before. Thrice. I have been here thrice. The mansion of the Chairman of Otto Holdings. It was his wife who asked me to come here before. Now, the reason was him. 

The officials informed me about the corpse, stabbed in the stomach then shot in the head. The killer wants him dead, I’m sure of that. I saw him a couple of times before and he is a tall man. If someone were to kill him by stabbing his stomach, that person might be close to him. Who would do this? His wife? But she’s already living abroad. His lover perhaps? Someone working for him? 

“Reports said that he’s here with his daughter. We’re trying to locate her.” He had a daughter? They showed a plastic bag with the pieces of evidence found at the crime scene: strands of long hair, cigarette butt, a bullet. Familiar shreds of evidence. 

They let me look around his office, the place polished in cleanliness except for little splotches of blood on the carpet. Old marks of blood. On one side of the wall were torture devices: floggers, leather whips, handcuffs, and wooden cane. Either he’s into serious sexual acts or he’s just a demon who loves torture.

A picture hanging on the wall took my attention. A happy family. The young-looking chairman was standing behind his estranged wife who looked really happy and youthful. On her lap is a young girl with such angelic features. Bright shining eyes. Then a familiar thing caught my attention.  

The gold flower earring was shining on my hand. The same earring the little girl is wearing in the picture. Why do I feel like I’ve been chasing the wrong suspect all along? I drank some beer, seated by the edge of my desk when the door opened. Before I could tell that the office was closed for the day, a strong scent of a woman’s perfume hit my nose. Roses. The familiar smell of roses. Y/N. 

She removed the black coat she had on, revealing a red wrap-around dress that shows some skin below her neckline and stops midthigh. Her hair has gotten shorter since the last time I saw her. Lips deep red. Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office. A sheer lace thigh-high stocking completed her look. 

Her hand slipped on my neck, leaning close to whisper in my ear “Long time no see, hotshot.” My heart beating wildly against my chest. Her smell. That addicting smell. Her lips went to mine. Her taste. A deadly combination of alcohol, cigarette, and mint. “I missed you, Yuta.” She whispered in that erotic voice, fingers heading south my shirt. 

I took the glass of alcohol to relieve the parching of my throat, finishing the contents before holding her by the waist. “It’s you, isn’t it?” A smirk escaped her lips. “You killed the chairman.” I should have been aware the moment it smelled like roses in the chairman’s house. “You’re his daughter.” The same eyes as the girl in the picture. “Why…?” 

My chest suddenly felt tight. Like someone just punched my heart. I gasped for air. Mouth burning as if on fire. She just sat on the chair, crossing her legs while watching me. “Because he promised mom that he’ll take care of me.” She flexed her fingers, checking her nails. “I hate people who don’t fulfill their promises.” 

Promises. The same thing the jazz singer said about the senator. “You…” I coughed blood. “You also killed the senator.” It makes sense now. She came to me. She wanted me there. She pretended to help me. The earring. Her reaction. The taste of mint and cigarettes. “Why? Why me?” My legs feel numb that I fell on the floor. 

“Isn’t it your fault why mom left my dad? Why I’m in hell because of him?” It wasn’t a husband. It was her dad. He really is a monster. “Think of this as a little gift. You’ve became famous. Everyone will know that you died.” Her fingers glide on the edge of the desk, placing a small white pill beside the glass. “They just wouldn’t know how.”  

I called for her name but she just stared at me with an evil look in her eyes. “I sincerely liked you, Yuta. I even believed that we could be together.” 

“We can.” But every word felt like a thorn in my chest. “I love you.” 

The corner of her lips curled up, kneeling beside me. “But you’re also like them. Promising things and not actually doing it.” I grasp her arm, words not coming out of my mouth. She took her phone. “Mrs. Hall, the work is done.” She stared right into me with cold eyes. “Detective Nakamoto is gone.” 

Her lips were as red as rose as she smirked at me. Her dress, red. The color of blood. 

The memory of when I first saw her came to me. The same smell of roses. The gold flower earrings on her ears. The same color as blood telling me that she’s bad news. 

I should have listened. 

But it’s too late. 

She is indeed trouble. 

The kind of trouble that will be the death of me. 

Like a sweet poison. She’s a poison. Addicting. Deadly. 

And then everything went black.  

[sourrcandy]

— sourrcandy. a writeblr reintroduction.

hello there , writeblr ! it’s almost 3 years since i joined this community and i’m slowly resurfacing here because i’m on uni break so i’m back ! [ psd by : @dayslily ]

about me.

i’m harls , she/her , 20 , hong kong australian , and i write mainly spy fiction/thrillers ; i’m also a mod for @welcometowriteblr or you might know me from my main ​@maesvtro !

when i’m not writing , i’m a uni student studying film and working my job in retail ( lol irl ). i like to spend my free time drinking coffee , watching shows , vibing to music (kpoppie lets go) , gaming , and chilling on vc with my friends xx

some fun facts : my first language is cantonese , i’m multifandomed , movie soundtracks are my kryptonite with comics coming a close second , i’ve also been playing basketball for over a decade !

main wips.

knights. a neo-noir mystery thriller. [x]

the godfather of arkridge city has been murdered and no one knows who did it. with a multi-billion dollar inheritance and the fate of his kingdom on the line, the nine clemonte children must use all their daring as they are put to the test.

follow sera, aredhel, maribelle, and storm as they forge new relationships, unmask the culprit, and try to stay alive to earn the mantle before the killer brings the city to their knees. [draft 1 ver 3]

sswip. spy fiction collab with @atelierwriting [x]

two estranged sisters, one world of espionage, and a whole lot of problems. game on, sis. [draft 2, re-outlining]

kill your darlings. redacted fairytale retelling [x]

wake up, grab your sword, and conquer the world. with death literally on her doorstep, princess aurelia unwillingly teams up with kendra, a knight from the enemy kingdom, in an attempt to find an end to her curse. and maybe fulfil a destiny or two. [draft 1, half backburner]

backburners. some wips living in a circle of hell

about nightmares (na urban fantasy) ; i to die, you to live (treasure hunting wip i miss her)

extras.

well if you have read this far , please , sit back and laugh at all the stupid shit i’ll eventually do or already have done . for taglists , feel free to send an ask !

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The Manual (NCT Dream)

The Bachelorette: NCT edition (OT23)

Kinktober 2021 (Johnny to Yangyang)

1.5k follower celebration drabbles

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Johnny:

I missed you (m)

Finish it (m)

Joint venture (m) feat Mark

Touch (m)

Double trouble (m) feat Jaehyun

Double trouble: strikes again (m) feat Jaehyun

Double trouble: greedy (m) feat Jaehyun

Good time (m) feat Ten

Need it (m)

Taeyong:

Relax (m)

I’ll make love to you (m)

Paid love (m)

Sit down (m)

Yuta:

Not yours (m)

Brat (m)

Challenge accepted (m) feat Jaehyun

La Canción

Kun:

Dream of you (m)

Ten:

Feline Instinct (part of the Neo CreaTures collab)

Good time (m) feat Johnny

Jaehyun:

Meant to be

Challenge accepted (m) feat Yuta

December (part of the Christmas collab)

You don’t know my name

Double trouble (m) feat Johnny

Double trouble: strikes again (m) feat Johnny

Double trouble: greedy (m) feat Johnny

Cruel

Baby don’t stop (m)

Winwin:

Need to know (m)

Trouble (m)

Mark:

One of the boys

Hungry (m)

Just tattoo of us (m) (part of the Resonance Beach collab)

Hider (part of the Neo Future collab)

Joint venture (m) feat Johnny

Love and Leashes (m)

Glitch Mode (m) (for the Level Up event)

Golden Hour (m)

Xiaojun:

Chef’s kiss (m)

Frat boys (m) feat Hendery

You’re next (part of the Game of survival collab and the What Makes Us Sinners collab)

Only Human (part of the Lets Fake It collab)

Phantom (part of the Aristocracy collab)

Hendery:

Rain

The stranger at the bar (part of the Neo City Noir collab)

Frat boys (m) feat Xiaojun

Renjun:

Proving a point (m)

Dreaming (m)

Saturday Drip (m) feat Jeno

Jeno:

A cheater’s punishment (m) feat Jaemin

Diggity (m)

The boy that almost ruined Christmas (for the secret santa event 2021)

Saturday Drip (m) feat Renjun

Haechan:

On camera (m)

Something new (m)

Bad hair day (m)

Jaemin:

A cheater’s punishment (m) feat Jeno

1980s horror film

Yangyang:

Kitten (m) (part of the Subspaced collab)

Shotaro:

Happy place (m) (3 part series)

From Home (for the secret santa event 2022)

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Lucas (former member):

Love me again (part of the Red collab)

EXO

Kai:

Busted (m)

Sehun:

Coming soon...

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PLAYLIST M.LIST

Seeing as (1) I'm big fan of superheroes and (2) I impulsively make playlists, the following is a masterlist for all the playlists I've made for my stories—whether already posted or in development.

They'll be listed by group and member:

JOHNNY

buff champion, made for a HERACLES!JOHNNY concept

red cape, made for a SUPERMAN!JOHNNY concept

KUN

astonishing tic-tac, made for my entry in the NEO CITY NOIR COLLAB

hogwarts: vol. one and two, made for my entry in the OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY COLLAB

lunar paladin, made for my entry in the ASSEMBLE COLLAB

m.u.s.e., made for my entry in the NO CAPES COLLAB

TEN

be seeing you, for my entry in the ADDICTIONS COLLAB

MARK

swing!, made for @scriptura-delirus's swing!

HENDERY

freak out!, made for freak out!

JENO

with great power, made for @quokkacore's with great power

SUNGCHAN

tempus fugit, made for my entry in the TURN BACK TIME COLLAB

WOOZI

eclipse, made for my entry in the LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW COLLAB

SANGYEON

whiplash, made for a KINGSMAN!SANGYEON concept

KEVIN

a prince's tale, made for a prince's tale

[127-mile]

first and last collab is done, now to the neo-city noir then I'll be done with the collabs for august, yay.

[soliverse]

Ellie’s Idea Factory aka WIP

These are all of my pending works for this year, most of them are mostly collabs.

You can click on the collab links and message the following admins if you want to join as well.

Also note that all of these are still subject to changes and the final fic may be different as advertised here.

As always, take care and love y'all!

-Ellie

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Title: The ‘Entity’ Project

Inspiration: One Punch Man/My Hero Academia

Genre: Fantasy, Angst

AU: government agent!reader x model!jungwoo

Synopsis: You, Jungwoo, and your sidekick Mark Lee is ready to take over the world by creating the world’s greatest(-ish) superhero.

Collab: No Capes Collab by @/kabira

Date of Publication: March 2021

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Title: Meaning Of You - The Sequel to Call Me A Fool (Doyoung fic)

Inspiration: Ghost of You by 5SOS, Meaning Of You by IU, D (Half Moon) by Dean (songs)

Genre: angst, fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers? (who knows)

AU: bestfriends!reader x doyoung

Synopsis: After Doyoung missed an important phone call, you finally decided to stop being a doormat and cut him out of your life. Doyoung finally realizes how much you mean to him.

Collab: Heartbreak Hotel by @/nct-writers

Date of Publication: March 25, 2021

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Title: The Song of The Haunted Hills

Inspiration: Full Moon by Sunmi/Girls by Nature (song)

Genre: Angst, Horror, Thriller, Romance, Smut 

AU: ghost!reader x heir!renjun

Synopsis: A spoiled city boy just got the news that he's inheriting his estranged father's mansion. His initial plans to sell it is tarnished when he's bothered by the secrets of the house and the hill beside it.

Collab: Rich Kids Collab by @/neowritingsnet

Date of Publication: June 30,2021

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Title: How I Met Your Father

Inspiration: How I Met Your Mother, Ang Huling El Bimbo (The Last El Bimbo)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut

AU: highschool student!reader x indie rapper!taeyong

Synopsis:

Collab: 90s Love Collab by @/ethereal-eirene

Date of Publication: June 2021

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Title: This Is Not A Love Story

Inspiration: That one story arc on Lookism (webtoon)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Slow burn, Mystery

AU: idol turned ceo!reader x ai idol!jaehyun

Synopsis: You bought the already dying SM Entertainment, along with its patent to create AI Idols. One AI model in particular is awfully familiar.

Collab: AI Collab by @/pastelsicheng

Date of Publication: June 2021

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Title: Why Women Kill

Inspiration: Chicago (The Musical) - Cell Block Tango (song), Why Women Kill (tv show)

Genre: Noir, Angst, Thriller, Smut

AU: wife!reader x husband!lucas

Synopsis: You are under trial for the unexplained death of your idol husband, Lucas. The whole world is just dying to hear what was actually happening behind closed doors

Collab: Noir Collab by @/suh-insane

Date of Publication: August 2021

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Title: Love Me Not

Inspiration: Percy Jackson Series (book)

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Fluff

AU: daughter of ares!reader x son of aphrodite!ten (ft. Yangyang)

Synopsis: After a failed mission, you get stuck with a love spell inclined to make you fall for Ten and your impending doom.

Collab: Modern Magics Collab by @/rosyrenjun

Date of Publication: October 2021

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Title: The Tamashi Experiment

Inspiration: Danganronpa (game/anime)

Genre: Angst, Science Fiction, Murder Mystery

Synopsis: Ten people are caught up in a murderous video game, disguised as a collaboration, where you need to kill people in order to win.  Things started to change when you realize that people in real life suffers that same fate as their game avatars, all while being watched by the whole game community on Twitch.

Collab: Gamer AU Collab by @/navyhyuck

Date of Publication: =

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Title: How To Be A Heartbreaker

Inspiration:  How To Be A Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lovers to Enemies

Synopsis: You learned that Haechan dated you for the reasons and he’s planning to break your heart at prom night. Well, not if you break his heart first.

Collab: Tainted Love Collab by @/meow-bebe

Date of Publication: =

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Others that I’m still brainstorming on:

Shotaro Renaissance Fic

part of the Neo-Renaissance Collab by @/neojaems

Date of Publication: May 2021

Winwin Smut Fic

part of the Love and Debauchery Collab by @/immabiteyou and @/ncteaxhoe

Jaemin Villain Fic

part of the The Devil’s Pawn Collab by @/nctream

Mark Crash Landing On Fic

part of the Painted By You Collab by @/urlocalnctstan

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich

Crazy Rich Asians AU with WayV + Renjun, Chenle

Heroine

My birthday fic

Red Lips

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[jaesqueso]

The stranger at the bar

pairing: runaway detective!hendery x femme fatale!reader

summary: For years he has been drowning in alcohol and running away from his past but meeting a mysterious woman made him hopeful about the future. This was fate, but was it his or hers?

word count: 2,607

this is part of the Neo-City Noir collab by @suh-insane ❤︎

warnings: mentions of death, guns, alcohol

taglist: @yokshi-unbeliebubble @nc-teen @yutahoes​ @whattaweeb

a/n: not 100% happy with the ending but... do give me some feedback please ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“I’ll have a Maker’s Mark Old Fashioned, extra bitter.”

The melodic sound of a female’s voice catches Hendery’s attention. He lifts his gaze from his glass on the counter to find its owner. Starting on her black high heels his eyes follow the line of her crossed legs to the hem of her black silk dress with a teasing slit that shows just enough to get him hooked. He continues the curves of her body to the discreet but obvious cleavage decorated with the ends of the waves of her luscious hair that frames her face, lips shinning in a slightly dark red shade like blood dripping off a recently opened wound, eyes focused on the waiter as he brings her order. What are the odds of a beautiful and elegant woman ordering her old fashioned just the way he takes his?

She takes a case out of her purse, opening it to remove a cigarette. She holds it while taking her first sip leaving a light lipstick stain on the edge of the glass. With no sign of a lighter, Hendery takes the opportunity to introduce himself. He gets up from his stool grabbing his drink and comes closer lighting the flame in front of her. She takes the cigarette to her lips and lights it up taking a drag.

“Thank you Mr…” she turns her face looking him in the eyes for the first time. He feels hypnotised by her piercing gaze.

“Wong, Kunhang Wong. But you can call me Hendery, everybody does.” He felt like he wanted to reveal all his secrets to this woman he barely just met.

“Thank you Mr Wong.” She bowed respectfully. 

“How can I call you?” He lit a cigarette for himself.

“You can call me Miss Y/LN.” Her surname sounded familiar but he quickly shook it off as it could easily be a coincidence.

“Miss? Unmarried?” He asked even though he had already noticed her ringless finger.

“I move around a lot, it gets hard to settle.” He too moves a lot, some say to get away from his past, he will insist is to find the right place for his mind.

“Work?” He wonders what is her reasoning.

“Partially.” She doesn’t seem interested in talking about it.

“And what brings you to this bar?” He takes another sip from his drink.

“To relax and forget about my problems.” She raises her glass to him.

“And what problems does an independent woman like you have?”

“Mr Wong, we all got skeletons in our closet,” she leans closer to him, “Maybe we should get to know each other better before we reveal them, don’t you think?”

“You are right.” He laughs nervously and looks away for the first time, as if she could see his past through his eyes.

“What about you?” He looks at her confused and she chuckles. “What brings you to this bar?”

“Well I guess deep down the same as you.”

For years Hendery has been drowning his past in old fashioners, as if the alcohol could erase his mistakes, but it never does so he moves. A different city, a different bar, but his past stays the same. Although tonight things feel different for the first time. Meeting this mysterious woman almost made him forget the bad man he once was. Or still his, he’s not sure anymore. All he knows is that tonight he felt normal, like he was a brand new man, re-born pure and without any sins. Well, the only sin is how much he wanted to make her his. Is it crazy to feel so much lust for someone he just met? Maybe, but he felt some connection, he felt drawn to this woman’s aura and her incredible sensuality. But at least for tonight he’ll go home alone and think about her as he falls asleep in the single bed of his rented room.

For the next two weeks he kept going to the same bar sitting in the same place by the counter and waited for her. Some nights he would wait until the bartender sent him home as the clock strikes 2 am. He would stumble his way back to the place he called home for the last few months, filled by the countless drinks and cigarettes he had while waiting. Other nights he was lucky enough to get know her better. She wouldn’t reveal much about herself but he seems to be attracted by the mystery. They would talk about interests and share their thoughts about the most various subjects. For his pleasure this was one of his nights.

“The usual?” Hendery smiles as he hears the bartender.

“Yes please.” She replies. ”Good evening… Hendery.”

“I’m glad you’re getting comfortable.” He turns to her as she finally accepts his nickname.

“I guess it was about time.” She pulls a cigarette letting him light it up with his lighter like they did every time.

“Will you grant me the honour of also calling you by a simpler name?” After all this time she hadn’t revealed more than her family name.

“If you play your cards right I might tell you later,” she leans forward and whispers in his ear, “back at my place.” He gulps and loosens his tie as she leans back again, grabbing her drink that the bartender just dropped.

“Does that mean we’ll also reveal each others secrets tonight?” He decided to test out their relationship, whatever it was.

“I sure hope so.”

She looks serious but he ignores it, internally celebrating the fact that he wasn’t the only one feeling this way, she also wanted something more than these late night shallow conversations, and not just something physical, an emotional connection that he has been craving from someone. Although there was a risk in this. Will she still look at him the same way after knowing the real him and all the bad things he has done? Nevertheless it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

The night passes as the drinks lessen. Hendery feels lightheaded but he couldn’t blame it on the alcohol that his body has grown used to, he was drunk of this woman so when she finally got up and and walk to the exit he was quick to leave some money on the counter and follow her.

The streets were dark illuminated by only a few lights here and there. Before her silhouette turn the corner he found it easy to catch up as her heels slowed her steps. They walked side by side without saying a word, feeling the light midnight breeze calm the warmth of their thoughts.

She stops in front of a tired looking motel a few blocks away and looks at him looking for some sort of an acceptance to go in. He raises an eyebrow questioning the choice of place as it doesn’t seem to match her sophisticated self.

“It’s a quick solution,” she explains, “I’ll be leaving soon.”

“How soon?” He asks wondering how much time he has to explore this burst of feelings he has at every encounter.

“First thing in the morning.”

He gulps knowing that he only has a couple of hours left to figure this out. Could he perhaps find a way to convince her to stay by his side? Could he tag along on her next adventure? Since day one he feels like he could give up everything for her. Not that he has much left but she makes him dream of a future at a moment when all he could think about was the end.

They walk to the second floor and enter the last room on the corridor where she seems to have no temporary neighbours. The room isn’t very small and it has little furniture so there’s plenty of space to walk around. She gestures to the bed telling him to sit by the end of it which he instantly does, completely under her spell.

“Tell me more about yourself, Hendery.” She grabs a bottle of some old whisky and pours two glasses.

“I’m not a very interesting man, I don’t know how much more there is to say.” He takes the drink she offers him. “You on the other hand have kept this mysterious act that intrigues me.”

“Why don’t you tell me something about your past and I’ll tell you something of mine?” She leans against the desk taking a sip of her glass.

“Seems like a fair trade.” He drinks a bit too. “What would you like to know?”

“Why don’t you tell me about your job?” He raises an eyebrow to that. He had told her before how he takes anything he can find in each city he goes to. “I mean, whatever you did before you became the handy man you are today.”

“Well,” He looks around the room finding a way to keep it simple. “I was some sort of a detective.”

“Some sort of?” She tilts her head.

“Lets say I messed with the wrong people and then had to do some things I’m not proud of, that’s why I decided it was time to quit.”

“Sounds dangerous.” Her gaze never breaking away from him. “Did you ever kill someone?”

He widens his eyes looking back at her. This is it. Should he tell the truth and open the possibility of building something real and free? That might make her never look at him again. Or should he lie and she will be just another person he’ll keep secrets from?

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

But he does. He wants her to know everything about him, even if that will risk it all.

“Yes.”

She doesn’t look surprised. Actually he can’t really tell what she’s thinking right now.

“I got greedy and shot an innocent man. I was offered a large amount of money for it but with blood in my hands how could I ever be on the side of justice again?” He sighs. “I’ve been trying to forget it for years, running away, but there’s no escape you know?”

“Oh I know.” He tilts his head as she turns around, her back facing him now. How could she know? “I too have been damaged by something that happened in my past. When I was younger my father was killed in front of me. He made sure I was hiding so they wouldn’t get me too but the pain from what I witnessed made me wish they took me too.”

Hendery attentively listens to the story, he would never imagine a woman like her could carry this burden inside her heart.

“On that day I swore revenge and I’ve been chasing It ever since.” She continued still facing the wall behind the desk. “Everybody told me to stop but I know I won’t be able to until I face the one who was evil enough to take an innocent man’s life. And for money? What a coward.”

An innocent man? Money? Her story seems too familiar.

“Wait,” he furrows his brows, “what was your father’s name?”

“You can’t even remember the name of the man you murdered?”

He gasps as she turns to face him, a gun in her hands pointing straight to his forehead.

-

“Stay here and don’t come out until I tell you to.”

You still remember the last words your father said to you as he closed the secret compartment where he tugged you in as loud bangs on the door echoed in his office. He finally opened the door and was immediately thrown to the ground as a man walked inside.

“What do you want from me?” Your father asked still on the ground.

“You know exactly what I want.” The mysterious man finally talked pointing to the safe on the wall.

“I don’t have it anymore, I’ve told you this before!” Your father tried to get up. “They came in to get it back earlier this week.”

“Open the safe.” The man instructed, now with a gun on his hands.

“Please, I’m telling you the truth…” Your father begged.

“Open the fucking safe! Now!” The man shouted.

You saw your father insert the code and being roughly pushed to the side once it was open.

“What the fuck…” The man threw the papers that were inside on the floor apparently not finding what he was looking for.

“I told you-”

Before your father could finish the sentence a bullet went straight through his forehead. You covered your mouth trying to muffle a scream as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Shit!” The man looked startled even though it was the gun on his hand that was still warm.

He lift his hands to his hand and paced around the room, cursing at every step.

Detective Wong?

The man grabbed the small speaker on his belt pressing a button to answer.

We have reports of gunshots heard around Y/LN’s factory downtown, are you in the area and able to respond?

“Not right now.” He lied. “Can you send someone else? I’ll drop in later if needed.”

Roger that.

The man quickly left the room and as soon as the building was in silence you came out of your hiding and kneeled next to your father’s lifeless body on the floor. Right there you swore you’d avenge your father’s death.

For years you’ve followed Detective Wong’s steps becoming his shadow. From town to town you registered his every move carefully plotting the best moment to take him down.

You watched him being destroyed by the weight of his actions, quitting his job and drowning in alcohol. But that wasn’t enough. You need his blood on your hands. But you need him to finally admit what he did after he went to so much trouble to cover his tracks back then.

Two weeks ago you decided it was time. You endured having that despicable drink night after night, listening to him talking about the most boring subjects and pretending to be interested in them. But it worked, in no time you had him wrapped around your finger and it was time for the final act.

You rented a room at the worst motel you found in town, one nobody would ask for your ID to confirm the obviously fake name you gave to check in, one you knew it would take someone weeks to find his cadaver.

And now here you stand, facing the one who took everything from you. Your finger is steady and ready to pull the trigger.

“You’re his daughter?” He stutters.

“Any last words, Detective Wong?” A grin grows on your face as a tear rolls down your cheek.

“I’m so sorry-”

Before he could finish the sentence a bullet went straight through his forehead.

You thought this would be the moment you’d feel relieved, the moment your heart would stop aching and your mind would finally be in peace.

But there’s only silence.

You look down at his lifeless body and you realise you’re no better than him. You’ve wasted years of your life chasing someone who did you wrong and for what? Nothing will bring your father back. Nothing would ever fairly punish this despicable man for taking the life of the person who meant the most to you in this entire world.

Revenge became the purpose of your life and now what? This is what you lived for. What will your purpose be now?

You turn the gun in your hands to yourself and press it against your own forehead.

“I love you dad.”

With a smile you press the trigger.

[jaesqueso]

The stranger at the bar (teaser)

pairing: runaway detective!hendery x femme fatale!reader

summary: For years he has been drowning in alcohol and running away from his past but meeting a mysterious woman made him hopeful about the future. This was fate, but was it his or hers?

release date: out now!

teaser word count: 297 (full fic 2k+)

this is part of the Neo-City Noir collab by @suh-insane​​ ❤︎

taglist: @yokshi-unbeliebubble @nc-teen​ @whattaweeb

a/n: do let me know if you want to be part of the taglist ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“I’ll have a Maker’s Mark Old Fashioned, extra bitter.”

The melodic sound of a female’s voice catches Hendery’s attention. He lifts his gaze from his glass on the counter to find its owner. Starting on her black high heels his eyes follow the line of her crossed legs to the hem of her black silk dress with a teasing slit that shows just enough to get him hooked. He continues the curves of her body to the discreet but obvious cleavage decorated with the ends of the waves of her luscious hair that frames her face, lips shinning in a slightly dark red shade like blood dripping off a recently opened wound, eyes focused on the waiter as he brings her order. What are the odds of a beautiful and elegant woman ordering her old fashioned just the way he takes his?

She takes a case out of her purse, opening it to remove a cigarette. She holds it while taking her first sip leaving a light lipstick stain on the edge of the glass. With no sign of a lighter, Hendery takes the opportunity to introduce himself. He gets up from his stool grabbing his drink and comes closer lighting the flame in front of her. She takes the cigarette to her lips and lights it up taking a drag.

“Thank you Mr…” she turns her face looking him in the eyes for the first time. He feels hypnotised by her piercing gaze.

“Wong, Kunhang Wong. But you can call me Hendery, everybody does.” He felt like he wanted to reveal all his secrets to this woman he barely just met.

“Thank you Mr Wong.” She bowed respectfully. 

“How can I call you?” He lit a cigarette for himself.

“You can call me Miss Y/LN.” 

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

To be continued…

[jaesqueso]

so I thought today would be a good day to work on my wips but I got mad cramps so I’m just gonna lay down and watch tv maybe

here’s a list of my current wips in case anyone is curious and wants to give me strength to go on:

Happy Place - tour guide!shotaro

Ride or Die - childhood friend!yuta

Death Note - all 127 members (request)

Just tattoo of us - mark (resonance beach collab)

unamed - ex-detective!hendery (neo-city noir collab)

unamed - husband!jaehyun (request)

smut:

Kitten - submissive!yangyang (subspaced collab)

House of Fun - several members (request)

unamed - xiaojun x reader x hendery threesome

unnamed - rich kid!sehun x babysitter!reader (not his babysitter :v)