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[eruden-writes]

Room & Board - Part 9 (Vampire x Reader)

Anon submitted this prompt: For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?

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The closing on your new house goes quicker than you anticipate. Hell, it goes quicker than the most hopeful estimates online. You take a week off work for the move. While your co-workers chuckle about backing and moving all those heavy things and then the dreaded unpacking, only one of those really applies to you. Part of your closing deal entailed a hired moving company, the stipulation ironically insisted by the seller.

Once more, the concern of something weird happening flared, but you shoved it aside. Now, all you had to worry about was unpacking.

Which, honestly, seemed a lot more daunting as you stood in your home, staring at all the packed boxes and furniture. The movers had, thankfully, placed much of the furniture in their approximate locations, as well. On the plus side, you had severely upgraded. The amount of things you owned, in that small apartment, would barely be enough to fill your new living room.

Within a couple days, you and Tabaeus had managed to unpack, put things away - likely to be moved a few more times until you two settled on a more permanent place, - and broke down the boxes once more.

Of course, with Tabaeus doing more, they insist on more feedings. Without work the next day, you tend to oblige, especially when he gets the more mind-numbing parts of unpacking done while you sleep.

As the two of you sit on your couch, relaxing after finally getting your TV hooked up and mounted on the wall, Tabaeus turns to you. "So, how does it feel?"

Your eyebrows arch, not quite understanding. "How does what feel?"

"Homeownership," Tabaeus says, with a flourish of his long-fingered hand. "You said it was a rare thing for people your age in this economy?"

"Yeah... It feels a little weird. Like this is all mine to do whatever in and upkeep." You raise your arms, indicating the whole of the house with a sweep. For all your life, even with your parents, you always lived in a rental. Now that your home is yours, it almost seems too daunting to focus on. As your arms fall back into place, you shrug and smile, "It's nice. Not sure I can do it alone, so if you leave, warn me so I can find another roomie."

The two of you haven't spoken much about what transpired in the sewer. With the daunting task of closing, packing, moving, and unpacking, your brain hadn't dedicated much time to it in the earlier days. But most of those worries had been checked off with very little effort from you. So you had certainly considered many facets of that night.

Many a night, you had sat in bed, tired of worrying over the move and shifted to pondering about what you'd found out in the sewer. How the items did stir memories, but Tabaeus still couldn't say if they were his or his victims' memories. How an anti-vampire box lingered among the things, either from Tabaeus's former enemies or as a Plan B should eternity get to be too much.

Your mind often went back to the journal in the anti-vampire box, as well. Something had kept you from tearing it open the moment you got home. You weren't even sure if Tabaeus realized it had been there, among the items.

If they hadn't realized it, would it illuminate some questions? Or would it be the nail in the proverbial coffin for your trust in Tabaeus?

Maybe they had they merely forgotten about it, as they apparently had done with so many other things. Or perhaps they knew it was there and were satisfied it contained nothing incriminating.

"I am not planning to leave your side, any time soon." Tabaeus's calm, firm words stir you from the downward spiral of your thoughts. You focus on them, your heart fluttering at their soft smile.

And then there is that. The quiet assurance that Tabaeus had no plans to leave you. It was at once comforting and disconcerting. Did that confidence extend beyond your comfort? Would they force you to let them stay, even if you were ready to end the arrangement?

You're not sure how to answer them, so you glance away while humming an acknowledgement of their words.

The two of you fall quiet, both staring at the blackened screen of the TV. Somewhere, a clock ticks and you vaguely wonder where it could be. You have no analog clocks that you can think of.

"I think I'm gonna order something to eat." You can't take the quiet anymore nor the phantom clock. With a shove, you push yourself off the couch and to your feet. Turning partially back to Tabaeus, you ask, "You want anything in particular?"

Despite the popular bit of lore that vampires were incapable of ingesting anything but blood, Tabaeus could eat. It wasn't as fulfilling as drinking blood nor as energizing, but they didn't spew at the smallest bite of 'human food.'

Tabaeus makes a sound deep in their throat, as if they have an idea but are hesitant to share it. They shake their head, dislodging whatever they're going to say. You presume it has something to do with your blood. Casting you a smile, they answer, "I quite liked that pizza place."

With a nod, you go to your office to place the order via the computer. It's an extra room on the first floor, with a large window peering into the front yard. Thankfully, the former owner left curtains and blinds for all the rooms, otherwise you'd feel rather exposed in your own new home.

After you place the order - with an extra side, drinks, and a dessert for celebratory reasons - you make your way back to the living room, to Tabaeus's side.

They seem rather quiet, sitting with their shoulders slumped while scratching one nail lightly along the arm of the couch.

With little space between you and Tabaeus, you turn to them on the couch. "Something wrong?"

Their attention snaps to you, as if surprised at your sudden appearance. They must have been deep in thought. A half-smile appears on Tabaeus's lips. "I confess I was hoping you would be a bit more exuberant. I simply need to temper my hopes a bit more, I suppose."

That makes you feel a little bad. Tabaeus had been doing a lot to make this move go smoothly. From being the one to put forth the funds to doing overtime in the unpacking and even making sure the sugar gliders' habitat was disassembled and reassembled properly. If it wasn't for them, you'd be much more stressed and exhausted than you were.

"I'm just still adjusting to having a house," you sigh and shrug, offering them a small smile. "Trust me, I am really happy this all has happened. Just, you know, I'm cautious."

Also true. Somewhere in the back of your head, you were waiting for something to go wrong. Maybe the house falling in on itself - which wouldn't happen, according to the inspectors - or some housing law ripping your new abode away. Or, hell, even just an unforeseen disaster of some sort.

"As you should be," they say, running the back of their fingers down your cheek. The touch sends shivers down your spine and their words, dipped in an almost reverential softness, caress your skin, "Even now, I crave you."

"That's not what I meant," you snort, shaking your head at Tabaeus's forthright desires. Despite yourself, your lips still curl with a smile. The movement of your head unintentionally makes them pull away, though.

"Oh." Their eyes flicker away, shoulders hunching as they realize they misread your words. Pointed ears drooping.

Amusement flickers in you as you eye them. Deep down, you do enjoy their affections, even if Tabaeus hedges into it a little more often than you're used to. It's just scary, knowing what they are and that even they think they were some cruel creature in the past. Although, perhaps your heartbeat speeds not from fright or worry,

But that was then and this was now, right? You had yet to see them do anything terrible. Well, other than mesmerize a rude customer into throwing themself into the mall fountain, but that was pretty minor, all things considered.

The downtrodden expression on Tabaeus's features pull at your heartstrings. They were really looking forward to something a bit more fun, weren't they? Glancing at your cell phone, you decide to indulge them. The pizza wouldn't arrive for nearly 40 more minutes.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket, you swing yourself into Tabaeus's lap. Their eyes fly wide, mouth opening to yelp or ask what you are doing. Their surprise allows you to grasp the back of their head, angling their face toward your neck. An almost imperceptible whine escapes Tabaeus, sending a delightful flare through you.

"Wh-what are you doing?" The question comes out in a hushed breath, as if they're afraid to break the moment.

You angle your head to expose your neck further to them. "You can smell it, right? My blood?"

They fall silent, their fingers digging into your hips where they landed when you abruptly hopped into their lap. Their answer is quiet, almost shameful. "Mh-hmm."

"Well, we are very close. The scent must be so overwhelming." You know you're goading them and skirting a dangerous line, especially as you pull them closer to your throat. But every day had a little dose of danger, living with a vampire. Right? Faintly, you remember how they acted at your old apartment, kneeling by your side and pouting at you. How they reacted to your fingers in their hair and the rough tug on their locks. "You're doing such a good job restraining yourself, aren't you?"

"Yesss," Tabaeus answers in a hiss. You can't help the amused smile that flickers over your lips. It's a little cruel, you know, to taunt them like this. A spark skips down your spine as you feel the briefest brush of their lips as their mouth opens, not touching your throat by oh-so-close. You wonder if they can taste you on the very air.

A sudden, mischievous thought flashes through your brain. Tabaeus is so focused on your throat, your scent, the pump of your blood, it would be so easy to surprise them.

Without further thought for the potential repercussions, you jerk forward and land your open mouth against the crux of their neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp leaves Tabaeus, turning into a strangled moan as you bite down on them. They taste like your soap and dust and something inexplicably them.

Almost at once, you pull back laughing, but Tabaeus jerks into action. The whole world around your blurs as they push off the couch, throwing the both of you to the floor. Their hand clutches the back of your head, protecting it from the hardwood as you land. Your knees angle wide, the weight and length of Tabaeus's body pressing down against your body.

They are strangely heavy for such a lithe creature. Their weight bears down on you, not crushing you but firmly keeping you pinned to the floor.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change, widening further as Tabaeus catches your lips against their own. A sound sticks in your throat, along with a gasp. Their hands are now on your cheeks, fingers splayed and holding your face still. With eyelids fluttering shut and your own hands go to their wrists, though you return the sudden kiss with as much fervor as they offer.

It's suddenly unbearably warm, their tongue demanding in your mouth as your own returns the favor. Without thinking, you nip at their lower lip, eliciting a low guttural sound in their chest. Your already thrumming heart further trips as the vibrations echo through your body, causing your toes to curl and muscles to flex.

Their hips roll against you, their mounting excitement obvious against their strained pants. Excitement flares from your core, up your spine, and spiders along your body. Your back arches, thighs squeezing against Tabaeus's sides. Your grasp on their wrists tightens until your nails are biting hard into their skin.

An urge to touch more of them flares. Your hands slide down their arm, relaxing enough to accommodate the growing curves of their forearms.

Sudden pain sinks into your own lower lip just as your palms skirt the sides of their neck and you start roughly. A whine creeps up your throat, before you taste the tang of blood. Your eyes crack open, lips part with hitched breathing as Tabaeus jerks away. They hover close, not pulling fully away, and stare down at you. The look in their eyes is wild and concerned and a little feral.

Their gaze darts over your face and you watch their tongue flick across their lower lip, scooping up the droplet of your blood. They don't look ashamed, but neither do they look smug. It takes you a breath to realize they're assessing your reaction, gauging if they'd gone too far or not far enough or...

Well, you really don't know. And you don't get a chance to introspect further as your doorbell sings out.

"Coming!" You call out, instantly remembering the delivery order as you shove Tabaeus's face away and scramble to your feet. They let you go, though you feel their red gaze on you the entire way. Trying to shove the knowledge you're definitely embarrassingly super-flushed, you open the door to the delivery person.

They stand in the light of your front porch, sporting the bright orange polo and hat of your favorite pizza parlor. Curls poke out from under their cap and the crooked scar - obscured a little under their glasses - across their freckled nose tickles at your memories. It takes you half-a-breath to realize you know them. "Ewan?"

"Oh, hey! Long time no see," laughs the former co-worker of Milk King Lemon Jollies. As it always did, Ewan's toothy grin sends a little rush through you. Putting your feelings for him into words was always difficult. Calling it a crush sounded painfully juvenile, while just chalking it up to enjoying his charismatic company felt like a lie.

You're aware your flush has impossibly deepened further when the old colleague points at his own mouth. "You okay? You're bleeding."

"Shoot. Sorry,I bit my lip really badly. Thought the bleeding stopped," you instantly ramble out a lie, chuckling weakly as you suck your lower lip into your mouth and press your tongue against it. The heat in your cheeks pique again, snippets of seconds earlier playing through your head.

Ewan doesn't seem to find the excuse weak. Though he does watch as you suckle on your own lip, before seemingly remembering himself. He hands over your pile of boxes, his green eyes flickering to see what little of the house he can from this position. "Jemma told me you scored a house! Pretty awesome."

"Haha, yeah," you offer a weak smile as you accept the boxes. "Just moved in, actually."

"Oh really? Looking for a roommate?" Your face burns hotter as Ewan sticks his tongue out between his teeth and winks.

In a brief second, you consider how to answer. It's a joke, obviously, but you certainly wouldn't deny Ewan a room. Especially if he needed it. You recall how he complained about renting and having to take multiple jobs just to pay bills.

With that thought comes the other things you considered when choosing this house. Namely, the additional rooms and pursuing a romantic relationship with someone while continuing your arrangement with Tabaeus. Your thoughts have barely pondered whether Ewan even seemed the type to believe in vampires - let alone accept your companion - when Tabaeus slips behind you.

"Ah, the food! I am starving!" They reach around you, boxing you into their arms as they play at scooping up the pizzas from your hold. Instant fear flickers in your head, as you angle your eyes up at them. Thankfully, they have tucked their pointed ears into a knit beanie hat.

Your gratitude is short lived as Tabaeus tosses Ewan an easy glance, their cool palms squeezing against your hands. Your skin prickles, catching something almost dangerous in Tabaeus's tone, "Do you two know each other?"

[marshmallow-phd]

Echoing Laughs

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: You didn’t care for boys that could be labeled as the “class clown”. Their type of jokes made you roll your eyes. Though you enjoyed a fun time yourself, you preferred the more subdued type, a Darcy over a Bingley. So why couldn’t you get the most obnoxious boy you’d ever met out of your head?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

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Sehun kicked at the gravel, sending a few tiny rocks skipping through the air. Luckily for all, none went towards his car. Baekhyun was taken aback by the reaction. He would have expected Sehun to give him what he would have done – relentless teasing. That was the uninterrupted pattern by now, established by yours truly. The youngest wolf usually followed along. He was always eager to mischievously poke the older wolves. 

“Is there going to be a new one every week?” Sehun whined. He looked like he did back when he was seventeen when he was told he couldn’t go out with the college-aged members because it was a school night. 

“We knew this was coming,” Minseok said. “We always have.”

“Why does it have to?”

“It’s our nature,” Kyungsoo reminded. 

“Or our curse,” Sehun mumbled before finally getting into his car, the door slamming with alarming force. 

An awkward silence fell on the group. This wasn’t how Baekhyun expected this to go whenever he met his mate. He never would have thought that Sehun would be so upset, an idea that he couldn’t wrap his head around. Baekhyun had prepared himself for the reckoning of his fellow wolves and yet no one was dog piling on him. 

Sehun started the engine with deliberate intensity. It was a warning to those who wanted to hitch a ride. But it was an empty one. He wouldn’t actually take off, not with Ji Yeon still in the backseat. That was probably Minseok’s plan all along. His mate was rising as a force to be reckoned with. Sehun wouldn’t dare. 

“Go for a walk,” Minseok suggested. With that short pep talk, he hopped into the car, mercifully taking the front passenger seat. Kyungsoo waved them off. The rest would walk home. Sehun revved the engine before peeling down the street. 

“The great advice of the first mated wolf is to go for a walk?” Baekhyun looked to the others, hoping that they would have a better alternative for what he should do now. 

Kyungsoo motioned down the sidewalk. “Let’s go.”

Or not, apparently. 

“What is a walk going to do?”

“Keep you from bursting into Ming’s apartment,” Kyungsoo deadpanned. 

Baekhyun held up a finger. “Good point.” This urge to be near you was unparalleled. His favorite foods didn’t even have this strong of a hold on him. It grew as he took a step away from the front door. His feet became heavy, like cement was being poured over them. 

Why couldn’t he just go and tell you everything? What was wrong with being honest and upfront? Wasn’t Junmyeon always going on about how those two things were the most important aspects of maintaining a relationship? And watching the other two struggle made the “keep it a secret” route seem very unappealing. So, he decided, he shouldn’t have to wait to be with his mate. 

Mind made up, he turned around with a determination to get to you. 

A hand clamped down on his shoulder, taking a handful of his shirt and yanking him back. Baekhyun growled and swiped at the one who dared to hold him back. 

Chanyeol laughed at the struggle as he held his friend at arm’s length. 

“Let me go!” Baekhyun meant to sound intimidating. Even he had to admit that it came out more like a whine. 

“Not if you’re going to barge in there.”

Baekhyun pouted, still trying to pry Chanyeol’s fingers off his collar. “Why not?”

“Do you really think springing everything on her all at once is a good idea after she’s known you for two seconds?”

“Yes.”

Kyungsoo sent him one of his signature glares. “You really are an idiot.”

Baekhyun gaped at him. “That was mean.”

“It’s true if you think that telling a woman you just meant all about werewolves and mates and getting thrown into jail for breaking and entering.”

“But–”

“She wasn’t exactly warm to you,” Chanyeol pointed out. 

Baekhyun stopped fighting. “What do you mean?”

Slipping his hands into his pockets, Kyungsoo shrugged. “She was more interested in Chanyeol than your bad attempts at flirting.”

An instinctual growl rippled through Baekhyun’s clenched teeth at the thought of Chanyeol with his mate. It was the same snapped reaction that he’d experienced back in the restaurant. Rationale told him that Chanyeol would never do something like that, but the wolf took every possible threat into consideration. Thankfully, Chanyeol shrugged it off. 

“You can always try again,” he said. 

“Of course I’m going to try again.” Baekhyun crossed his arms with his usual confidence. “And I’ll get my mate, no problem.”

Kyungsoo snorted. “Good luck.” Chanyeol’s forced back smile said that he was in agreement. 

It was insulting, the lack of faith they had in him. Baekhyun was suave, charming. 

Shoulders back and chin held high, he started down the sidewalk towards the outerlimits with a newfound determination. He could win his mate over in no time. What was there possibly not to like about him?

**

It had been fifteen minutes and you were still stuck on the same section of your faux lesson plan. The lackluster weekend poked at your side, refusing to be ignored no matter how much you wanted to let it go. 

Admittedly, it was your own fault. You had hyped it up in your mind to be this worthwhile night that would lead to a one-on-one date on Saturday. Reality merely gave you an okay dinner meeting some very nice people that you wouldn’t mind hanging out with again in a platonic way, but that was it. While Chanyeol had piqued your interest in the beginning, it quickly smothered itself. Something inside simply said no. And you liked to trust your gut, especially in this arena. 

“Hi.”

You looked up from the computer screen that had began to blur in your vision. It took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust. There weren’t many people in this corner of the student union. Which was exactly why you’d parked yourself here. You needed the quiet to concentrate when you were studying by yourself. When you were with Ran, you could tolerate noise. You were prepared for it. But not now during your free period. The random greeting had made you jump. 

What was he doing here?

“Hi,” you said back, confused. 

Baekhyun beamed down at you, one hand gripping the single backpack strap hanging from his shoulder. His aura was relaxed, nonchalant despite how out of place this interaction was. 

“Can I sit?” He pointed towards the empty chair across from you at the small square table. There were plenty of other places to sit around here but you couldn’t find a decent reason to say no. 

“Um, I mean, I guess–”

The chair scraped against the tile floor as he took that answer with enthusiasm. Flopping down, his bag fell to the floor with a heavier thump that you had expected. He didn’t seem like the type of student to be bogged down with classes or to take on a schedule that required a lot of textbooks. 

Neither of you spoke, making you wonder why he walked up in the first place. Shrugging it off, you went back to work, trying to solve the puzzle of whether you would follow writing the alphabet with a reading circle or with counting tables. It was even harder to make a decision now that you felt his eyes on you. He didn’t move to take any books or paper or even a laptop from his bag. So studying was obviously not his main objective here. 

His presence was… distracting. And not even in the normal way when someone was around when you wanted to be alone. It wasn’t the need to remember that you were sharing a table or general leg space – which he had apparently forgotten with his legs currently resting on your side. No, it was just… him. In general. It was frustrating and annoying. 

“What are you working on?”

You glanced at him over the top of your computer. And your heart jumped a beat when your eyes met. What the hell was that about?

Baekhyun was leaning forward on his elbows, wearing the same full-of-himself smirk from last week. 

“A lesson plan,” you answered, going back to work. 

“You teach a class here?”

You shook your head. “No. I’m an education major. It’s an assignment.”

“Oh. So you want to be a teacher?”

“Yup.” You didn’t even bother to look up this time as you replied. 

“That’s cool.” Shockingly, he actually sounded interested. But he didn’t ask another question. He tapped his fingers against the table incessantly. Unable to focus on the words you needed to type out, you snapped out your hand to hold his down and stop the noise. 

The warm electricity you had experienced briefly at dinner was back with a vengeance, lasting longer and strengthening its grip. You snatched your hand back to cut it off. 

The attempt to clear your throat nearly failed. “That was distracting.” Acting as if your hand wasn’t still tingling, you went on with your homework. 

“(Y/n)?”

You decided that a reading circle should follow the handwriting in order to give the five-year-old hands a break. Your own joints ached after an hour of writing, imagine having those tiny little fingers with minimal strength. “Yeah?”

“I think we should go out tomorrow night.”

Your jaw dropped. “Why?”

He blinked. “What?”

You sighed as you closed your laptop and packed up your supplies. Standing, you slung your bag over your shoulder, each movement slow as you tried to come up with something to say.

“Where are you going?” Baekhyun’s cocky expression melted into one of bewilderment. 

“I have to get to class.”

“Oh, okay,” he nodded. “But you didn’t answer my question.” 

“I–” You bit back a groan, not wanting to hurt his feelings but needing to give him an answer. Baekhyun just… he wasn’t your type. “I can’t. I have plans.”

His shoulders – the last remnant of cheer in his body language – fell. “Oh. Okay.”

And now you were the bad guy. “See you around.”

You rushed out of the student union and towards your next class. Being about twenty minutes too early, you were forced to camp outside in the hallway. You leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor, groaning as you knocked your head back. 

“Ow.” You probably deserved that. 

Baekhyun haunted your thoughts for the rest of the day. You were at a complete loss as to why he asked you out in the first place. He barely stuck around for dinner and you didn’t exactly respond well to his weird attempts at flirting. He was the classic class clown. The very type of guy that had agitated you since high school. From your point of view, there was no connection between the two of you. What was he seeing that you weren’t?

The thought of getting Ran’s advice did cross your mind. She would probably give out a short laugh before scolding you for coming up with a lie. 

Well, technically, it didn’t have to be a lie. You could come with plans that would occupy your evening. Besides, Baekhyun had asked you out and you said no. Somewhat. Surely that had to be the end of it. 

So when you sat cross-legged on Ran’s living room floor, you decided that it wasn’t something worth discussing. 

“How was your day?” Ran asked as she spread out her assignment and flipped through her textbook. 

“Fine,” you lied. Baekhyun’s disappointed face flashed in your mind. “Hey, we should do something tomorrow.”

Ran raised an eyebrow but didn’t pause in her flipping through the pages. “Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You clicked your tongue as you searched through your memory for anything that could be happening downtown. “Wasn’t there an art fair or art pop up thing going on?”

“Oh, yeah!” Ran put the book down, now very interested in the newly forming plans. “I think there were a couple of local artists participating that I wanted to check out. What time do you want to meet up?”

You beamed, happy that your last minute plan was working. “My last class is at four, so probably six-thirty-ish?”

Ran agreed to the plans and turned the conversation to how her day ended up being one clumsy accident after another. She was in the middle of telling you about how she nearly knocked over several vials of chemicals while reaching across the station, a very big no-no, when Ming came home. 

“Hello!” she greeted cheerfully with a wave. Just as every time she came home after spending time with Yixing, she was beaming. 

The jealousy goblin crawled up your shoulder, but you successfully flicked it away. “Hey!”

The medical student dropped her bag off in her room before coming back out to get a drink from the kitchen. As she reentered the living room, a reddish mark on her neck, only visible due to her large collar slipping down her shoulder, caught your eye. 

“Hey, Ming, are you okay?”

She looked at you strangely. “Yeah, why?”

You motioned to the spot on your own neck. “You’ve got a mark there. It looks really irritated.”

At first, she didn’t seem to realize what you were referring to, but then she gasped, covering the mark with her hand. “Oh! I-It’s nothing. I just had a… bra strap too tight and I think it burned the skin. Nothing to worry about. I’m putting cream on it.” She hastily pulled up on her sweater as she ran back to her room. 

When her door was closed, you leaned closer to Ran and whispered, “That wasn’t in the right place for a bra strap to dig into your shoulder.”

“I know,” Ran agreed. 

“You don’t think–”

Ran cut you off before you could finish. “No, absolutely not. He would never. It was probably just an accident that she’s too embarrassed to talk about.”

You didn’t think that was it for a second, but Ran effectively ended the conversation by going back to her book. The harsh red mark was jagged, the edge that you could see rounded in the opposite direction than Ming’s explanation. Something was up with her, but you didn’t feel like you had the right to push. You would keep an eye on her though. 

An idea popped into your head. You jumped up and went to her door, knocking gently. “Hey, Ming! Do you have plans tomorrow?”

[princessshanae14]

Shortly after the “truce” was over Israel immediately began to bomb Gaza again. Please keep in mind it has barely been a day and close to 200 people have been murdered by these settlers. Continue to make some noise for Palestine and the people in Gaza, the West Bank, and over the world. Make sure to uplift their voices more than you speak. Hold the microphone for them don’t try to drown them out.

[acatwhowritesthings]

The stranger shifts weakly, looping his arms around Chanyeol's neck and shivering.

Chanyeol carefully waddles to his umbrella and crouches with his legs wide like a heavily pregnant woman, dumping the accumulated water and tucking it between his neck and the mans arm. "I'll just take you myself, okay? It's not far." He actually isn't sure where the hospital is, but he can ask whoever is braving the rain or step in a store. "What's your name? I'm Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun," the stranger mumbles.

"Sorry to meet under the circumstances." Chanyeol squints up at the sky, offering a silent curse to the thick clouds. "Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah." He's not very forthcoming, and it really isn't Chanyeol's business, so he doesn't press for answers.

Continue reading Good Deeds on AO3, AFF, DW

[adorablehyunjae]

In need of Baekhyun fics ... any will do I just wanna feel something.

[nightworldkrp]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

—EXO Kai —BTOB Minhyuk —NCT Haechan —NCT Renjun —Stray Kids Felix —WJSN Cheng Xiao —Ulzzang Xiu Akay

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[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

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[nightworld-promo]

𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 —of the boogie-man and other Supernatural beings used to be told to keep children inline, as entertainment for adults looking for a good scare. Even romanticized as conflicting love stories between Humans and Supernaturals. But these were just stories, right?

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕 —Perhaps children were not the only ones needed to be kept inline. Humans as a whole, never anticipated what would happen with the Black Dawn rose. The Night World, a secret society of Supernatural beings was to be a secret no more. No more hiding, no more pretending.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑾𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

—18+ —Supernatural Master x Pet Roleplay —Lit/Semi-lit & Plot Driven —Choose your Race & Status —Monthly Events! —MeWe Based 

Night World | Masterlist | Guidelines | Races | Carrd

[devotedlyluckyunknown]

OMG everyone named on the tag is in the video 😿😿😿😿💘💘💘💘

[hiddency]

Thinking again about how absolutely stellar Exo lore is

Destiny honestly has my favorite version of the "uploading your consciousness into a machine body" trope. I love how thought out it is, how it takes this logistical approach with regards to all the trials and tribulations you would have to go through to create such a technology and all the caveats and issues that would arise and methods for getting around them, and topping it off with a thing that ties if back into the greater universe in a way that makes it uniquely destiny.

[eruden-writes]

Scent Match - Part 5 PREVIEW

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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Amber gaped up at the softly smiling Augustine, catching the slight wave of his tail in her peripheral vision. A long moment stretched between them before she gasped, "You're not serious,"

"I am. Your scent is…” He trailed off, his eyes fluttering closed before inhaling deeply. Explaining scents was always difficult, since there was a layer of description non-lycans just wouldn’t understand. Ambrosial and stimulating, her scent eased in through his nose and danced on the back of his tongue, before sifting through his whole body.

Amber watched as his impressive chest expanded. Embarrassment flittered inside her ribcage, skittish feelings racing along her limbs. It was hard for her to acknowledge how his expression melted even further, his tail wagging a little harder when he opened his eyes. “You have one of the best fragrances I've encountered in a long time. Maybe ever."

"Not marriage proposal good!" Her brain floundered, still trying to make sense of the situation. Augustine Prime had proposed to her. Over her smell. Who did that? She searched his face for some indication this was a joke or a weird attempt at teasing. He simply smiled down at her. 

"Yes, marriage proposal good." Augustine almost took a step forward, before thinking better of it as Amber’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch. A thought suddenly tumbled through his head and he patted his pockets, until he withdrew an old receipt from his pants and a pen from his jacket’s breast pocket. Forgetting her wariness, he leaned over her with the pen and paper in hand.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she hissed, pressing tight up against the wall, but craning her neck to see what in blazes he was doing. She tried to ignore how his body heat and scent hugged around her. He had a piece of paper pressed flushed to the wall as he scratched what appeared to be a number and email address onto it. 

Thankfully, Augustine was soon finished and stepped back. He held the paper out to her, pocketing his pen again. "This is my contact information - my personal contact information - so you can think it over and call me or message me. Hell, text me whenever."

Her hand moved without much thought. After accepting the receipt, she stared at it. She still couldn’t accept that this wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t his real private information. He wouldn’t be that lackadaisical, would he? She could sell this information to a fan or outlet. "How can you trust me with this?"

Augustine chuckled, giving a one-shouldered shrug. "If my trust is misplaced, I'll just get a new phone number and email address."

She squinted up at him, overwhelmed with a sense of working-class disgust. While changing contact information could range from an inconvenience to extremely dire, she couldn’t think of anyone who would take that risk for someone they just met.

The longer Amber stared up at him, albeit with a baffled and somewhat appalled expression, the more Augustine’s grin grew. It was the longest she’d looked at him without looking away. He wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not, given the less-than-positive expression, but he would take it.

“How can you be so flippant about this?” Her eyes wheeled between the paper and his face. On top of being freely given the information in hand, he wanted to marry her. That implied shared assets and, if he was being sincere about the prenup, she could set herself up for life. Hell, in theory, she could marry him then skip on over to divorce court. “I could ruin you! Marriage is a big deal!” 

Augustine could only shrug to her exclamations. Yes, it was true she could ruin him. It was also true that marriage was a big deal, usually. He couldn’t argue those points. Looking down at Amber Dyer, though, he couldn’t help but feel this was right. Their interactions for the evening, though stilted, felt fine. She was pleasant and sweet, attentive to others and a little quiet. The itch to find out more about her, to take care of her, to have her scent around him forever, were all very hard to ignore.

The longer he stared down at her, that damned soft smile on his lips and an eager expression in his eyes, the more Amber’s heart thrummed. A sudden thought flickered through her head as she searched Augustine’s face. Once again, her hand moved before she thought too hard about it. She thrust her hand out, cell phone in her palm, and demanded,“Give me your manager’s number.” 

“What?” A quizzical look flickered over Augustine’s face, but he was already reaching for his own cell phone. “Why?” 

“Because someone needs to rein you in and isn’t it usually managers that do that?” 

“I already told them what I was going to do.” He smiled as he tapped along his phone screen until the correct contact came up. He held his phone out to Amber, screen facing her. 

"We'll see about that…" Amber’s lips pursed unhappily as she squinted from Augustine’s phone to her own. She tapped in the number and, once she pressed her phone to her ear, Augustine pocketed his own phone again.

With his hands on his hips, head tilted, he smiled down at the flustered woman.

The phone rang once, before someone picked up. “Go for Xomoa.”

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[marshmallow-phd]

When A Heart Beats Cold

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, vampire drug

Summary: Coming Soon

Tao I Chanyeol I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin I Kyungsoo I Baekhyun

[tidalkrp]

⠀⠀.・゜゜・𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋!

Baekhyun from EXO is wanted in Tidal as a mermaid or human!  

"Tidal is a place unlike any other! Set on Jeju Island, South Korea, you can lounge on gorgeous emerald beaches, climb Hallasan Mountain, or seek the thriving nightlife scene. Though few on land know the truth, Jeju hides a secret long passed off as a mere folktale — mermaids, phoenixes, and demi-gods of old are as real as you or I. But not all secrets can be contained, and the truth will come spilling out sooner or later.

Jeju Island offers the perfect backdrop to fall in love, find your passion and pursue a career, or just take a long overdue vacation. Who will you be, and what secrets will you discover?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜—

.・゜゜・ about tidal.⠀・⠀masterlist.⠀・⠀reserve.⠀・⠀aff.

[insidious-rp]

⊱ 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 ⊰

「 ͏ Inspired by The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, The Legacies, American Horror Story ͏ 」

OC roleplay // Literate // 19+ mun & muse // Supernatural City AU // All Orientations // Based on Mewe // Modern Setting in New Orleans // Welcomes Asian descents & Internationals // Black Market System

❛ welcome to new orleans! ❜ ─ We’ve been awaiting your presence. Glad you found your way home, Nathan Bae.

[suuho]

I remember it as New Year’s Day, but I might remember it being overly dramatic. It might be Harvest Day, or none of those are right. But I heard that one day, the sender was under the name Lee Sooman, and the entire company received an email. It was the length of 6-7 pages of paper, about that we’ll debut a group called EXO. EXO is from Exo Planet, a foreign planet. There are 12 members and each of them has supernatural powers. It was too over the moon, even for SM Entertainment employees to handle. (Yim Heeyoon)

I couldn’t understand it at first. It said they were from a planet far away... But I definitely saw them from SM’s practice room. (Kangta, SM Executive Director)

JUNMYEON, EXO TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE

[nightworldkrp]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

—Exo D.O. —LE SSERAFIM Sakura —Monsta X I.M. —NCT Jaemin —Red Velvet Yeri —Soloist CL

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