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hey, love! 52 and 53 for Chanyeolliee. Angst but could be an open-ended fluff at the end? Thank you!

Ashes 🪦

Genre: angst | mama!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 1.5k Warnings: Mentions of violence

a/n: this story is giving twilight lmaooo youll know when ya see it. i wanted it to go somewhere else so the ending is kinda eh but nonetheless i like it haha

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

When Park Chanyeol came back to town, everyone warned you to stay away from him.

You understood their concern. The last time you saw Chanyeol, he left you covered in second degree burns.

Their warnings didn’t stop you from rekindling your friendship. Didn’t stop you from falling for him again.

It was different now than when you were both sixteen. You were adults now, and you saw how the twelve years apart had matured him. He had changed a lot from the gangly goofy kid you adored with all your heart. Yet, at his core, he remained the same.

Despite all the time you were spending together, you failed to mention the reason for your fallout. You caught him staring at your scars occasionally, but he never said anything about them, so neither did you.

Then one day you kissed him. It felt right. He eagerly reciprocated for a couple seconds before remembering himself and drew back. When you opened your eyes, you saw regret and guilt swimming in his own.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. To hide your growing anxiety, you let out a little laugh.

He didn’t answer, only shook his head. You were in his car, in front of your place because he was dropping you off after spending most of the day together. So, you were surprised when he started driving.

Next thing you knew, you were in front of a familiar forest.

“Why are we here?” You asked with a shaky voice.

You’re met with silence as Chanyeol simply exited the car and trudged into the thicket, not even checking to see if you were following him. You sat in the car for a moment, gaining your wits. Once your rising panic subsided, you hesitantly made your way into the trees you hadn’t been near in years.

You found him in the clearing you used to spend your free time in when you were young. His back faced you, shoulders stiff as he took in the charred trees around you. The stale smell of burnt wood permanently permeated the air.

He turned so suddenly, you took a startled step back. You were so lost in the past, it briefly felt like your present.

A look of pure agony contorted his features as he stared at the dark imperfections on your jaw and neck trailing down under your sweater.

“I shouldn’t have come back,” he whispered brokenly.

“What?” You asked, heart cracking. “Is this because of the kiss?”

He blinked at that, finally locking eyes with you. That tortured look dissipated, replaced by a deceptively calm expression.

“Do you remember what happened here?” He asked.

You swallowed thickly, taking in the charred earth beneath your feet. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer his question.

“I hurt you,” he finally spoke for the both of you. “I almost killed you.”

You closed your eyes and turned your head from him in an attempt to deny what you knew to be fact. 

“It was an accident,” you mumbled.

“It was. Because I lost control. We got in an argument and I lost control and–” He choked, not able to verbalize his violent actions.

In an instant, your roles were reversed, and now you were the one deathly calm. You lifted your head to meet his pleading eyes and finished his sentence for him. “And you set me on fire.”

He winced, but his pain didn’t sway you. “We would always spend our free time here. That summer…. That’s all we did, huh? We’d sneak away from our friends and come here, and you’d practice controlling your fire.”

When Chanyeol first showed you his ability, you weren’t afraid as much as you were intrigued. He held out his hand and a ball of orange flame hovered above his palm. He waited for you to scream and run away in fear, but instead you asked how the hell he was able to do that, and if he could teach you. Relieved, he confided his biggest secret–that him and a few of your friends had birth defects that gave them super powers. His power was fire. He could emit it from within himself. ‘Like Zuko?’ you remembered asking him. His grin at the time was a million watts as he answered you, ‘exactly like Zuko’.

“We were so young.” You shook your head. “I don’t even remember what the fight was about, I just knew it was bad enough that I tried to break up with you.”

“I tried to grab you,” he continued. “Extreme emotions activate my flame, and I was very emotional that day. I’ll never forget the sound of your screams.”

You shuddered at the reminder. To be honest, that day was hazy for you. The doctor told you that trauma could make you blackout pain, so you attributed that to the memory loss.

“The fire only lasted a couple seconds,” Chanyeol quickly defended. “But that was more than enough time. I couldn’t stop the spreading though. It grew too out of control.” He again took in your surroundings. “Plus, my only concern at that moment was getting you to a hospital.”

You could remember that. You remembered your good friend Jongin showing up suddenly, and then you were being rushed into the emergency room. You were comatose for a full week and 60% of your body was covered in burns. Any longer and you would’ve died.

“When I woke up, you were already gone,” you said. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that I knew it was an accident. That I didn’t blame you.”

“And that’s why I left,” he said, furiously. “Because I knew you would forgive me, and I didn’t deserve it. I was ashamed of myself, and terrified of the destruction I was capable of causing. I was a monster. I still am.”

“I don’t believe that,” you whispered. “You’re far from a monster, Chanyeol.”

He shook his head and lifted a hand the same way he had the first time he showed you his ability. You braced yourself, but his palm remained empty.

“I can’t control it,” he whispered. “I’m afraid I never will, and I’ll hurt you again.”

“So why did you come back?” You asked, frustrated. “Why come back into my life and make me fall for you again if you’re scared of getting close?”

“I needed to know you were okay,” he revealed gently. “I wasn’t planning for things to get this far between us. But, once I saw you again, I couldn’t resist.”

Despite his words, he closed the distance between you until he was a breath away. Hesitantly, he reached for your face, fingers grazed the dark scarring across your jaw and neck. His breathing grew haggard as he assessed the aftermath of his explosion.

He then replaced his fingers with his lips, pressing a feather-like kiss to your jaw. You gasped from the sensation, but didn’t move, allowing him to explore. He was gentle with you, his lips barely pressed against your skin as they followed the trail of his regret. Once he reached your shoulder, he rested his forehead against it and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You buried your head into his shoulder as well. He smelt like a bonfire and was slightly warmer than people usually were. You found that heat comforting, and for a brief moment, you were back in high school.

“I should leave,” he murmured into your skin and you stiffened in his hold. He felt your body reject his words and squeezed you tighter until you were melting into him again. “Everybody keeps telling me to leave you alone. They all think I’ll hurt you again, and they’re right. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve you, but I want you anyway.” 

Even with his warmth surrounding you, you were shivering. His confession hung in the air like mist and you knew that your response to it would be the defining factor on whether you’d see him again.

“I don’t care what anybody says about us,” you said. It was your turn to wrap your arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held you so that he wouldn’t leave. “I never stopped loving you. If you feel the same way, stay. Stay with me.”

He sniffed and you felt his tears drip down your collarbone. You held him as he wept. At some point, you sank to the ground, and you rocked him and cried with him as he apologized over and over again.

The sun had nearly dipped completely into the horizon once you both caught your breaths. You were the first to pull back, lifting his face to look at him. He appeared so broken and vulnerable. You could read the fear in his eyes, the fear of hurting you again, of losing you permanently.

Needing to reassure him, you kissed him again. With your lips against his, you were telling him that you trusted him, even if he didn’t himself. You were giving him a second chance, because you loved him. He kissed you back passionately, tasting the mixture of your tears on his tongue. 

You broke the kiss and he whimpered. The sound made you chuckle, and he opened his eyes to stare adoringly at you.

“We’ll get through this together,” you assured him.

He pressed a kiss into your palm and nodded, closing his eyes again as he rested his forehead against yours. “Together.”

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idol!Baekhyun x fan!Reader: truth be told.

Word count: 2382

Date of release: 11th November, 2024

Genre: angst, slice of life, half ounce of a fluff, established relationships, mentions of break up and dysfunctional relationships, way too much emotional yapping as for barely any plot.

I'm as surprised as y'all that I wrote something like this. You know, no vampires, no action, no one's actively dying? It's very much not my kind of writing, but I was feeling very emotional at the time. Just don't get used to it.

„It’s not good for you. I don’t think it’s good for me. It’s not healthy for either of us.”

He felt as if the knife you were cutting vegetables with cut right through his heart as well. You deliberately distracted yourself with the activity while he stood nearby, staring at you blankly, but not knowing how to respond.

In the recent weeks, he felt the two of you falling apart. It was like an avalanche that started with a small rock which he didn’t notice at the time, but which escalated into a disaster. Talking less, avoiding meeting up, and until today – the day you announced, as gently as you could, that you wanted to move out and live on your own. You said that it’s just because you want to become more independent, that you shouldn’t rely on him this much. But what will his apartment feel like without you? Your presence here, doing small things such as cutting vegetables, became a staple part of his life.

“Are you still talking about living together? Or about… us?”

Your movements were more frantic than he knew you for. With one a bit too sudden of a motion, the blade cut through the skin of your finger, and you let out a low murmur to cover up the hiss of pain, putting the finger to your lip in mild annoyance. It was more than clear that the cut was not the only reason behind your frustration.

Baekhyun didn’t move.

In any other situation, he would react – mock you a bit for being clumsy while being the first one to bring the first aid kid, maybe pretend to be a vampire struck by the scent of your blood, maybe even panic a little in this cute, puppy-like way if he felt that the amount of blood is greater than acceptable.

But now he didn’t, and it sparked a bit of hurt in you as well, but also brought your attention to the fact that maybe dismissing things and try to make them gentle only worsened the pain that would eventually come. The anxiety of the future that you exposed him to was not like the boil-the-frog that you planned to perform. You wanted to avoid confrontation for as long as necessary, until things dropped naturally. You didn’t expect him to hold onto it.

“Can you be honest with me? Are you able to?” His tone started to show that he, too, was growing frustrated. “Tell me what’s going on. Did something happen? I’m sorry if I can’t catch the clues, but if you made it obvious, then I’m just plain stupid.”

“Nothing… happened. And I’m sorry, I didn’t make it obvious. I didn’t know, how.”

He frowned ever so slightly, taking a step towards you. You backed against the kitchen counter, placing your hands on each side – your finger stung a little, but it was merely a scratch. The real wound was growing in your soul.

“If nothing happened, then why? Did you grow bored of me?”

“Of you?”

“Yeah. Please be honest with me. Just no more sweeting things up, alright?”

His tone was calm, but it lacked softness, it was almost business-like.

“I don’t know how anyone would get bored of you, Baekhyun” you admitted in a breathless whisper. You were starting to feel foolish, really. “And especially myself. That’s why I don’t think I can take it. I don’t think it’s fair to you. But I’m also not fair to myself. You just mean… too much to me.”

 “Too much?” The frown of the man’s face only deepened. “Why is something telling me I should not feel flattered?” A bit of frustration was slipping into his own tone as well.

You let out a deep sigh.

“I started off as your fan, Baekhyun. I thought that with time, it’ll be more… normal. That you’ll feel like a normal person. But somehow it’s not like that. Somehow… it feels like my life is even more about you than it was before. I feel like a creep. Like I’m using you to fulfill a fantasy.”

“Are you?”

“No!” You denied right away, but your voice faltered. “I… don’t know.” You crossed your arms on your chest, fixating your gaze somewhere down below.

To your surprise, Baekhyun let out a breathy laugh. The laughter didn’t feel light and cheerful, like his usual ones – it was heavied with worry, with some sort of underlying agony.

“Okay, let’s talk about this. We need to talk about this.”

His hand reached towards you and he pulled you by your arm, almost throwing you off balance when he pulled you towards the living room, snatching a paper towel on his way and putting it into your still bleeding hand. “You’re right. Do you think I didn’t consider it? That this wouldn’t work out? That it would feel fake? Heck, I talked to so many friends about it, and most of them said it’s not a good idea. But you know what?” He pushed you onto the couch and sat himself on the stool, bringing it close so that your knees almost touched – if only you let yourself relax, they would rest against each other naturally, but you were stiff and trying to almost shrink within yourself. “You know what? I’ve known you for a year. And I could always trust you. You’ve had so many chances to take advantage of me, and you didn’t. So I don’t want to think about how you could – potentially – hurt me. But we need to talk about the other part.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious that…”

“No, no. You’re thinking about what it’s like, for me, to date a fan.” He didn’t even let you finish, but it was as if he could read your mind, already knowing your thought process. “I want you to be honest and tell me what it’s like to date an idol. Because you’re right, you could be using me. But you also said it’s not good for you. And you’re right, because I could be using you, too. So be honest with me and tell me if I ever hurt you.”

So many memories came flooding at once – not of pain, not at all, but of all things that could have led to one tragedy or another. Your whole relationship, like a videotape.

Sure, your relationship was not always perfect. Barely a year has passed. Not long enough to develop a deep understanding of each other, but long enough for many things to happen, to get to know each other at least.

Not all of it was beautiful. There were arguments, some of which almost ended in a breakup. But they made you stronger, that much was undeniable – with each and every single time you almost fell apart, it felt like you knew each other a bit better, knew what things not to do and not to say, but which helped to soothe the atmosphere and help you get back along.

You had one, most important rule in your relationship.

That no matter what happened between the two of you, you would play fair.

That one time he lied to you about being at work while he was not – that one hurt. When you found out he’s not at the office in the first place, you even thought he was cheating. Wouldn’t that be understandable to assume in such a situation? You had every chance to cause a scandal on spot. But you didn’t. You knew that pulling his whole career down because of your relationship wouldn’t be fair. No matter how much it hurt, it was completely out of the equation.

It turned out he was with his friends – he really wanted to go out, but felt bad for not giving you much attention these days. You felt almost pitiful, seeing him crumble in front of you, all worried that you will feel like he doesn’t want you, when he genuinely didn’t have that much time, and it was just one evening with friends. You smacked him in the head for feeling bad about spending time with friends. And he learned that he can be honest with you.

Another time, you were all excited upon his album release. Seeing him on the stage later on made you feel all kinds of things, the way he moved, all the effects, clothing, makeup – all putting emphasis on his heavenly physique, as if you were watching an angel dance. He came back home disheveled, with remains of makeup on his face, but as excited as you were. You would give all of you to him at that exact moment, more than he would ask for, more than you would feel confident to give any other time.

But it was still early in the relationship, and Baekhyun knew that you weren’t ready. That, drunk on him as you were, you could regret it later, even feel disgusted with giving yourself in this easily, that your gentle mind wouldn’t be able to trust yourself with your own body. So he indulged you with kisses here and there, and then gently tucked you into bed, making sure that it all went smoothly, that it didn’t feel anything like a rejection, but a gesture of utmost care.

It took a few more months before you opened yourself to him fully, and he never rushed or reminded you of how eager you were back then. He could have had it all back then, but he decided to wait. That’s how you learned he’s more selfless than you ever even aspired to be.

“You didn’t” you spoke after what felt like ages, to the point you wondered if you even responded to the correct question. “You didn’t… hurt me. Did I ever hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t. You’re just hurting yourself all the time” he mentioned, jokingly motioning towards your hand, which you wiped hastily with the paper towel. “So if nothing bad happened, why the ifs? You realize it’s not going to stop if we just break up?” It was a rhetorical question, and you glanced up at him with a pout, feeling almost schooled by the way he talked. “You believe it’s a matter of just us, but, as much as it sounds ridiculous to say it, it’s all in your head. No matter who you’re with, you’re going to assume the worst. Won’t it be like that? Be honest with yourself.”

You crossed your arms again, feeling defiant for a moment, because his words were almost too much for your ego to take.

But there was some small part of you, somewhere at the edge of your consciousness, that not only knew that he’s correct, but also wanted it to be correct – because if it was just you, then you could learn to maybe keep those pessimistic parasites at bay, and… you wouldn’t have to suffer the loss that, despite weeks of preparation, didn’t feel like any less of a torment and regret that would come, were you to finish things as you originally intended.

All the beliefs, all the dogmas, that you carefully built over the past weeks, were falling apart in front of your eyes, confronted with very simple logic on Baekhyun’s end. You almost felt stupid for letting things get this far without confronting him earlier. Weren’t you the one who demanded honesty? Wasn’t he the one who proved you can trust him with your vulnerability?

“I’m… sorry.”

You felt yourself fall apart as well. Your body slumped down, relaxed knees rested against Baekhyun’s, and he put his hands on top of your thighs, as if in this exact moment, while knowing that he has you with him, he didn’t want to risk losing you again.

“Don’t be for feeling like that, things are never easy, now are they?” Here it was – the signature smile, the warm one that tore through the clouds of the darkest of your days, warm and welcoming. “But I am upset that you held it from me for so long” he whined. With the whine, he finally moved from the stool and onto the couch next to you. His arms shamelessly snuck around you, engulfing you in the close embrace that you knew so well, felt so good within. Partially pulling you into him, and partially leaning into the back of your shoulder, Baekhyun released a long sigh against the skin of your back, warm air slipping underneath your blouse – you missed it. You almost didn’t realize how distant the two of you became, and how long has it been since you felt his body against yours. But now, despite all of that, it felt good, it felt right. As if your souls have never detached from each other.

Maybe there was some form of destiny between the two of you; maybe it was not just a parasocial relationship that evolved into something that could turn dysfunctional so, so easily – maybe it was written in the stars that one way or another, the two of you would find each other, and it just so happened that you spotted him first, from afar, slowly making your way.

How else would the two of you find each other, after all?

Maybe you learned something this time, too. Maybe it wasn’t much, just the beginning of a stronger, even more intimate bond that would last years and years, and light years, and through all your reincarnations, with some of them as pitiful as they could be. Maybe it was just an accident that this time you were in such a position – in another life, would you be a princess, and he be a peasant?

But these were only some other ifs, fun to think about, but not worth spilling your heart over.

In this life, in this universe, you were his, and he was yours. And everything else was just more or less accidental circumstances that brought you closer together.

Only at the back of your head, you wondered if one day, the tale of hopes and stars would fall, and that dream would turn into a nightmare, fueled by your lives’ imbalance and selfishness that neither of you knew in each other.

Maybe you just didn’t have to think about it just yet.

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If you looking for some hurt-comfort oooof this is your cup of tea!!!

Crumbling Down - Sehun | Masterlist

Paring: sehunXreader, other exo memberXreader

Genre: Smut, Angst || Best friend!Sehun

Summary: When friends with benefits goes horribly wrong.

Notes: This series will be mature filled with possibly triggering scenes and aspects. Please keep this in mind when reading.

teaser 

“we were a fire. not a gentle burning flame that was contained within a small space but a roaring blaze that engulfed the world around it. It wasn’t realized until it was too late.”

one - 

“we meant to keep the fire as tame as a lit candle,”

two - 

“but instead, it was one that could take out a forest.”

three - 

“nothing would come out undamaged, no matter how hard we tried to extinguish the flames.”

four - 

“there was no way to safely get out when we were the ones holding the fuel,”

five -

“and even if we could drop the fuel and stop further harm - everything was different after the fire”

six - 

“we were frayed at the edges and we would never be the same.”

special chapters -

part 2.5 - Sehun’s POV

for her (coming soon) - Sehun’s POV

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This story is just crazy amazing. It's so beautiful, the characters are relatable and they made me feel warm inside

Six Phases-Mini Masterlist

Six Phases: a mini-series inspired by city lights 🌟

also on: asianfanfics 💘

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 P(1) | P(2) |

Part 4 P(1) | P(2) |

Part 5 P(1) | P(2) | 

Part 6 P(1) | P(2) | —– 💗  P(3) | P(4) —– 💗  P(5) | P(6) 💗 

♬♩♪♩  ♬♩♪♩  ♬♩♪♩

FINALE P(1) P(2) NEW! 💗💗💗💗💗

Story Status — 07/22/21: COMPLETE 🌸🎶💐✨

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hearts race in tandem (1/2)

Characters: baekhyun x oc

Genre: athlete/sports au, fluff, pining, slow burn, somewhere in the middle of enemies-to-lovers and friends-to-lovers, angst if you squint hah, smut in the next chapter

Word Count: 15.2k words

Summary: 

“Finally?” Yixing’s jaw drops open.

“Finally what?” you throw him a blank look.

“Finally, the both of you took your heads out of your assess and dated?”

“Wait, what?” you backtrack, completely flummoxed. “Where did that come from? I don’t even like him in that way!” You pause. “I think.”

Or a story about how you mess up in a competition and everything seems like it’s going downhill. Until it doesn’t.

Disclaimer (!!): please take note that this work is inspired by cql, in terms of characterisation of the main couple, as well as some plot tropes. i absolutely do not mean any harm by this, and i hope this does not come across as offensive to anyone, so if you have any concerns about this, please let me know! however, the story is not a cql au, or related to it in any way, so you do not need to be familiar with it to read this fic. you may know it as the untamed, and if you don’t, then you should definitely check it out!

A/N: i originally planned to have this story be 20k max, but i may have accidentally churned out 30k words of it instead.. haha. i wanted to post this as a oneshot, but it would be too long for the app to process, so i’m going to separate it into two posts instead! it may seem slow or draggy in the beginning, but i hope you will stay forth till the end. 

Hearts Race in Tandem: (2/2)

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Cataclysm | 01

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Baekhyun series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

◇ Genre: Soulmate! AU, End of the World AU, Angst

◇ Warnings: mentions of death

◇ Summary: It’s a race against time when there’s a month left until the end of the world and you have yet to find your soulmate.

◇ Word Count: 2.4k

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The End of the F**king World - Prologue

Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Language. Violent imagery if you squint. 

Genre: Apocalyptic/Alien Invasion AU. Slow Burn (ish?). One pining pup and one idiot in denial to eventual lovers.

A/N: Here goes nothing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The atmosphere that morning when you stepped out of your apartment was strange. You could feel it immediately, before you’d even pulled the hood of your jacket over your head to avoid getting the light drizzle of rain on your hair and outfit. It wasn’t a bad feeling but it wasn’t good either, mostly it left you uneasy. As you made your way down the street towards the subway you tried not to think too much about it. It was probably just the gray overcast clouds and the rain. It wasn’t like an off vibe was uncommon for a rainy day.

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tangled satin bedsheets

title: tangled satin bedsheets pairing: oh sehun/reader genre: hotel!au/valet!au/maid!au/coworkers to lovers!au summary: upon meeting the famous actor, do kyungsoo, while he was staying at the hotel she works at, her mind is set on getting his attention. that is when she asks the valet of the hotel for help, whose name was oh sehun. what a particular change of events, when she so happens to end up tangled in satin bedsheets with him. type: fluff/suggestive note: this gorgeous moodboard was made by @/byunfirstlady. thank you so much for fulfilling my request and also, to anyone who wants to see a good fic recs blog with excellent moodboards, go check her out!

Wash. Fold. Deliver. Those are the steps she needs to follow—or not completely, before delivering she has to walk through the hallways of the hotel she works for. Some call her a maid, though she doesn’t like the name, for cleaning and organizing shouldn’t be depictive, considering not a lot of people liked to do it. In her case, she remembers the dark gray carpets of the hallways and the elegantly decorated white walls with minimalistic and monochromatic decorations that can only be highlighted by the blue color of the glass that surrounds the hotel. Its most outstanding decoration, some call it, a House of Glass, like its name indicates it, but that is far from the point.

People of wealth, stuck up or not, happy or not really, all of them stay in the hotel she works at for one reason—resting, eating, enjoying of the facilities that come with tourism. However, she can’t say that she has enjoyed a trip anywhere for the latest years. All she has done is work, opening the door to rooms only to deliver their clothes and organize the mess they make. There are a lot of stains, some coming from wines and champagnes, others that messily paint the bed in a way that has her scrunching up her nose out of distaste. There are definitely a few rules that she needs to follow just so their costumers don’t end up making her seem like a thief of sorts. It is a difficult job, to say the least, but she dares to say that the only way she can ever get to enjoy cleaning a room is when she has to clean one of the penthouses.

The view is really magnificent.

So when she is asked to wash the clothes of the man that is staying in the penthouse number five hundred and sixty-six, she almost jumps out of her spot to beat Kim Minseok to the job—really, he is an excellent cleaner. She thinks that clothes, sometimes, show a part of what people are, or at least a stereotype of what they could be. All she sees is khakis and dark boxers, nothing too interesting, some suits here and there, and a nice cologne that has her closing her eyes at the wonder of what type of Dior that should be. When she enters the penthouse, hours later, she realizes that the cleanness of his smell surely does fit his room—it’s not messy, it’s spotless and it looks as if another maid had passed through.

The walls are dark, there is a huge window that shows through clear glass the view of Seoul late at night, and all she wants to do is sit down, have a nice filling meal and watch old movies in the comfort of a room that is bigger than her own apartment. However, the moment she steps further into the room, she realizes there is someone laying on the bed. Long legs are the only thing she details about this person, a male to be exact, before she spurts out a set of apologies.

“Good night, Mister. I was told there was no one in the room. I’m deeply sorry. I’m only here to deliver your washed clothes, towels and sheets. I’ll be out in a sec.”

It is only when she hears a voice, deep and definitely not sophisticated, that she finally realizes that the owner of the room is really not present. “Dude, okay, so this dude does not only drive a Range Rover, he also is using the penthouse with the satin, red bedsheets.” She knows that voice and when she finally looks up from her folded hands, she sees Sehun sitting up on the bed. His blue valet uniform, one that matches her uniform but with gold decorations and a lot more buttons, fits his wide shoulders nicely and his black hair that is normally sleeked back now falls over his forehead in a messy manner. It wouldn’t surprise her if he said he took a nap there. “Actors. All they do is have to look pretty and cry in front of a camera and you’re set to be rich.”

“How exactly did you enter?”

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»of the super and the fantastic

↳ superhero au | somewhat enemies-to-lovers au

⇢ pairing: oh sehun | reader

⇢ genre: fluff + light angst + sexual themes [ + very lowkey fuckboy!sehun but also superhero!sehun.. idk i was feeling it ]

⇢ word count: 12.111

⇢ description: you applied to the prestigious Mount Academy of Supers on a whim and surprisingly you get accepted. however, there’s only one teeny — slight — problem. you’re an ex-supervillain.

author’s note: re-watched The Incredibles and suddenly was inspired to write something super! hope you enjoy it!!

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Sinner

Genre(s): Angst Pairing: Kai x Reader Word Count: 500

oh you've been endless about him. imagined him breaking your heart thousands of times, but never thought it would've happened.

his hands wrap tightly around your wrists, pressing them into the mattress as he slides up your prone body. your skin erupts in goosebumps where his hair grazes you, in the wake of his breath.

"look at me," he whispers.

you laugh and close your eyes, letting your head fall to the side.

heat blooms against your sternum. your eyes flick open and down. his lips have branded you there. he licks his lips and stares down at you.

"i'm sorry."

"shut up."

"i'll make you love me again."

"i never did."

he smiles sadly.

"liar."

his fingers move in patterns along your body, mapping all your conquered spaces. you can anticipate his moves, the pressure of his fingertips, the way they dig in around your hips and splay against your rib cage. you want to scream that this isn't right. it shouldn't be.

for all the reasons you weren't supposed to love him. for pretending this was something. for the husks of promises he left behind. because he said he'd make you love him again and not that he'd love you back.

yes, once upon a time, you mistook kim kai's blackhole for safe orbit.

at last, his hand comes to rest against your chest, that last remaining ocean. he bends down to press his head into his upturned palm.

"forgive me." his voice is wet and whispery. "please, don't go, please please don't go." he clutches your hands and drags them to his lips, prays over them again again again until the words are light enough to sieve through your fingers. air with no substance. but they sink into you like a weight, the reminder heavy and insistent.

it hurts. you quake, and suddenly he is holding you while you cry, through the bucking, the anger. the loneliness that goes on and on.

you feel incandescent. he's crying as if he's hurt. but who did this? who?? you've never loved anyone so much. it's all his fault, so how can you ache for him like this when you're already in such pain? how can you bear it? wanting to stay with him, to break the glass-like distance between your two bodies knowing that the loneliness will persist, will lay with you in his arms, stay there like this, suffocating you even now as you touch.

when you pull away, the gulf between you is already so vast even though you are close enough kiss him. you see it in his eyes. that he's already registered what's happening. "please..." he says one more time.

you slip away from him, slowly pulling on your clothes. you leave him there on the bed. he watches you leave, red-eyed and immobile. it feels as if the very room is holding its breath. like night encroaching on the sun, the door closes in on him until he is just a sliver, an eye, the corner of a mouth. a possibility.

you shut the door and lock yourself in.

__________________________________ A/N: Inspired, of course, by Kai's Sinner. Thank you for reading! 🌹

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Taxi

Date: 221024

Contains: Kind of chill, easy-going.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 1,3k

Masterlist

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Jolted by the door suddenly opening and the driver's subsequent objection you stare, perplexed. 

"Hey, can you- oh, shit. I thought you were free, the sign-"

"What are you doing!", your taxi driver shouts at the man. "We're in the middle of traffic!"

"Sorry, I thought you were free. I…", he says, starting to close the door, but opens it again. 

Changing his focus to you instead, his brown eyes pleading.

"I'm gonna miss my flight…"

"Hey, hey, buddy, the light's turning!"

"S.L.A.?", you ask.

"Yes..?"

"Close the door, we're rolling!"

"Eh...he can share!", you shout to the driver, more out of stress than actually being caught up to the situation. 

"I can?!"

"Get in, damn it!", your driver shouts at him, hearing the honking vehicles behind him.

"Oh my god, thank you."

Throwing his bag in first, he then jumps in himself and finally closes the door, letting the traffic flow.

"I thought you were free, your sign is lit. I was just gonna jump in real quick but…"

Frowning at him through the rearview mirror the driver sighs, but seems to have let up a bit since you're now moving.

"It's the lady's ride your bogarting…"

"Bogarting? Aren't you going to the airport?"

"No, I am. I think he means the…", you gesture with your hands. "It's fine. I've been there."

Truth was you hadn't - you were always out in good time, afraid of something like this otherwise happening, but his flustered demeanor pulls at your heart strings.

"I had a cab waiting, but I got stuck in the elevator-"

His story gets interrupted by the driver's loud guffaw.

"....yeah. I didn't have any service in there, so I just took whichever cab available. Thought I did."

"When is your flight, buddy?"

"Boarding's in thirty-five minutes."

"Thirty-five?", you echo, getting nervous just hearing it considering the drive is at least fifty minutes.

"It's fine now. As long as we don't get stuck somewhere I'll be alright. Checked in online", he smiles, then abruptly stretches his hand out. "Baekhyun."

"Y/N."

"You should put Saint in front of it."

It's a ridiculous thing to say, but nonetheless puts a little jitter in your chest.

Informational talks over, you turn to your side, somewhat awkward and look out the window as the high-rises give way to two-level industrial buildings. The low, orange October sun plays over the roofs and windows, glittering brightly like golden armour against the still green grass and clear blue sky. 

Sensing movement you glance towards Baekhyun; loosening his tie he looks caught out. 

"Oh, heh. Is it okay if I get changed?"

"Ch- now? Here? Eh…"

"My shirt! Just my shirt", he explains, realising it might not have been all clear. "I have a t-shirt underneath…"

"Oh..! Of course. I thought you meant like…"

"Ha-ha! I'm not that desperate for comfort."

"Short flight?"

"M-hm. Malbrook, two hours", he nods, pulling the shirt down his shoulders. 

Not intentionally looking but - as the case almost always is - your eyes travel to his body. He's kind of fit… With the suit and tie gone he at once looks softer, and softer still when he pulls a casual knit jumper over his head, his hair tumbling down over his face. Running his hand through it, a few strands still fall back down on his ear but he pays it no mind, carefully folding and stuffing his used clothes in his bag.

"Visiting my parents for Halloween", he continues but puts his fingers up. "No. Visiting parents for All Hallows, nieces and nephews for Halloween."

"Solemn days, fun nights, right?", you smile and nod; having a lot of ancestors and three siblings you know the mix well.

"Oh! You too? Where are you going?"

"Sheftona."

"That's...way north, northwest?"

"Huh..? Most people have no clue."

He laughs and swipes his fingers on the edge of his mouth.

"My father's a truck driver. I... we had a lot of maps growing up."

"Not Google maps?"

"Google..! Please, I'd've thought I'd traveled a hundred years into the future", he laughs. 

"A hundred? Like, you know how sci-fi movies from the fifties, sixties always has year 2000 be humans communicating telepathically..?"

"And everyone wears the same style of onesie."

Continuing to talk like this, your bodies gradually turn from facing forward to facing each other, legs bent on the seat, wide gestures and equally wide smiles. 

"...and I know we probably sound like old timers to the younger generation-"

"- the way we felt when we were kids, hearing grownups reminiscing …"

"Exactly. But I swear, I think we had the best stuff, the best time. Nintendo, Xbox, Playstation…"

"Ah! Do you remember, if you guys did, going over to your friends house, bringing the whole console?"

He claps his hands loudly and laughs. You might not be the best or coolest generation, but speaking to someone of the same age - no matter if you know them or not - there's a bond of happy nostalgia. 

"...I love seeing them, but there's always the "you should visit more often", which makes me feel a little guilty for moving in the first place"  you frown. 

"Mm, you're still their kid. They want to make sure you're okay."

"Your parents say that too?"

"Mom calls every Sunday, six o' clock to hear my schedule for the week."

"What, that's adorable..!"

"Wants to make sure I'm "eating, sleeping and dating", as she put it. Which I am. Well, not the dating part…"

"Haven't found your one true love yet?"

"Haven't found, haven't looked. Cus I work so much, weird hours, different schedule every other month, out of town a third of the year… I… I kind of feel like", he pauses, resting his head in his palm. "...like it wouldn't be fair. If I'm telling someone "it's us", then it turns into mostly me, you know?"

"Hmm...but isn't that… I mean, if you find someone who doesn't care. Not doesn't care, just someone who's fine with it?"

"It starts out that way, then you-"

"Me?"

"Aeh…", he chuckles, waving his hand. "The hypothetical girlfriend."

"...Is your flight leaving soon too?"

"Mine? Why?"

"You keep looking at your watch."

"It's you she's worried about, buddy", the driver cuts in.

Baekhyun's eyes quicken, a bit surprised, a bit shy.

"You're worried about me?"

"No, I…It's just a habit, making sure I'm on time."

"Okay…"

He says okay but has a lingering smile, knowing full well that you're looking out for him and feeling quite good about it. 

When the airport comes into view, Baekhyun immediately brings out his card, reaching forward to the driver.

"Can you swipe it now, I really gotta run?"

"No, I'll get it. It's my ride."

"Which I hijacked."

Not caring much who pays only that someone does, the driver takes Baekhyun's card and it's a done deal. 

Already having hoisted his holdall over his shoulder, he quickly shoves card and receipt in a side compartment and puts his hand on the door handle.

"Sorry I have to run, it was fun." And with that he hops out, but pops his head down before closing the door. "Thank you."

You're relieved to see him get going but at the same time, the way he smiled just then…

Not many minutes pass between Baekhyun's leaving and you standing inside, trying to find your flight on the departure board way up. Scanning the list you come across his; 56B Malbrook, boarding.

You stop. Think. Feel.

"Fuck it", you say to yourself and hurry towards 56.

Full of "what am I doing? am I doing this?"- jitters, pouring out a flood of excuse me's and sorry's as you zigzag through the crowd, you scan the signs until you see it up ahead: 56. You haven't thought about what to say when you turn the corner. 

You don't have to - only the personnel are left, pulling the line divider across the boarding zone.

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sunflowers, sometimes

exo-l revival; week #3 — exo + flowers

— prompt: your co-worker and you have been competing on who can make the most impressive flower bouquet for a while now. little did you know that the person he wants to impress is you.

— au: flower shop, friends to lovers

— pairing: oh sehun x reader

— genre: fluff

— word count: 1.8k

— warnings: some curse words? 

— note: this was so much fun to write! i was looking up for participating in the challenge and i’m so excited that i finally had the chance to do it 💘 hope you like it just as much as i did! a chanyeol one might be coming either on tuesday or wednesday too! 

— songs to listen to while reading: sunflower, vol.6 — harry styles; you make loving fun — fleetwood mac; tupelo honey — van morrison

sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

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Summer Rain ☔

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: one shot, university AU, fluff

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: This was soo unplanned!! But my mind is full of ideas recently! The moodboard is my first ever so apologies; it isn’t as aesthetically pleasing, but I still had fun :((( if you could let me know what you thought… I’d  be glad! 😊

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There was a laugh that resonated the space in the university park. It was a bright summer day, making you feel pleasant since the recent storms cleaned up the air and brought in cool breezes. 

You were humming a song to yourself and an instant smile spread over your face when you heard that contagious smile. Not even looking up to know whom it was coming from, you continued drawing, his image vivid in front of your eyes even though you weren’t seeing any of him in that instant. Your left leg was folded under your backside while the other one was dangling from the bench, enjoying the freedom and the gentle breeze.

Another round of that same laughter came to you and this time you looked up, your gaze focusing on his face.

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Electric Seduction

(artist credit to this man)

In an age dominated by robots - cyborgs they said, as if it sounded better - it was hard to find any humans left. The cyborgs were built by humans, perfected over hundreds of years to the point that they were too perfect. They weren’t dangerous, they didn’t want the extinction of the human race like movies depicted thousands of years before, they were a blessing. 

Peace settled all over the planet, diplomacy became a second nature to every living thing. Religion faded, the only gods were the Cardinals - the new world wide government. But beneath the good there was always bad. 

Many humans lost jobs, many humans lost their loved ones to the arms of a better, a more beautiful being - a cyborg. Humans worked for the cyborgs and most couldn’t find it within them to be bitter - But she was. 

And she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, becoming in debt to a beautiful cyborg that repels her as much as he captivates her.

Questions she thought she knew the answers to begin to allude her and everything she believes in crumbles.  

Angst and smut with a sprinkle of fluff

Contents

Prologue

1//New Belongings

2//Returns Policy

3// Seductive Irises

4// Mother

5// Change Her Mind

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You Know Me?

Request: #111 for anon with Chanyeol (EXO) – “If I got paid for every time I caught you staring at me then looking away, I would be Tony Stark by now.”

Anonymous said:

Oml i was reading thru the drabble list and can’t get the idea out of my head of number 111 with our resident iron man fanboy Chanyeol. Can I please request it?? He’s my ult. Even if he does spend so much money on costumes he can’t sit in 🤣

A/N: I modified the prompt just a little, but I hope you enjoy this! Also, happy birthday Chanyeol!

Word count: 993

You didn’t mean to stare.

It wasn’t that you were dumbstruck by a famous person or anything. In your line of work, it came with the job description to be surrounded by the rich and famous, by the faces that you saw on billboards, television and heard on the radio. You had gotten used to being around big names in this industry. To you, they were simply people who were doing their job, just like you were.

Just, you know, a little better looking in every way.

It wasn’t because Chanyeol was famous that you kept looking in his direction all day long. And during the next day and then the following two as well. You couldn’t help but keep your eye on him as he worked on the set of the variety show, watching his every move. It meant you weren’t as efficient as you usually were, and in fact, you were pretty distracted.

Because you hadn’t been this close to Chanyeol in years.

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If You Care - Part 1

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

Genre: Angsty, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol / Oh Sehun.

Word Count: 2,126

Summary: When Chanyeol’s old friend comes back from studying abroad, you find yourself seeing him less and less. Your boyfriend hasn’t been paying attention to you, so Sehun steps in to comfort you instead.

You picked up your phone because you missed him. You hadn’t seen him in a while. He claimed to be working on music but you had felt so lonely lately. He and the boys had already finished with promoting and you thought that it meant that you’d get to spend more time with him.

Apparently, though, you were wrong. His schedule was pretty much free, aside from the occasional interview or variety show here and there. You didn’t understand what was going on with him. Did you do something wrong? Did he want to break up? You weren’t sure what was going to happen.

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Painted Hearts (1)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve.

You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.

Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said unconvincingly.

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