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series & one-shots are on hold till I get a grip! 😭
warning: this series contains cursing & includes 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.
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warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.
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warning: this series contains cursing, mentions & includes violence, detailed injury, and death.
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[00:01]
Working in retail is never fun, until you’ve worked a day with Baekhyun- it didn’t take you long before you let him sneak you into the mens’ locker room to get you out of your clothes, and you insisting that you “never do this” and him stifling his own giggles with hurried kisses all over your jaw and neck, hands fumbling with each others buttons and buckles trying to sneak in a spontaneous quickie before your boss started asking for either one of you which didn’t take very long.
“She’s busy with a customer at the moment-“
[15:04]
Crackling, warm fire. The comfiest of pjs- the soft pattering of rain hitting against the glass of every window in your cosy home as various christmas movies play in a loop. Your hot cocoa that you looked forward to all morning dropping in temperature whilst you divulge in the warm fuzz of your lovers embrace, soft kisses planted all over with your youthful giggles sounding through the home, the perfect winter day..
[04:30]
Taking a hot shower with Chanyeol after hitting the gym was routine, what wasn’t though, was using the gyms’ shower instead of your own.. but that didn’t stop him from letting his hands roam free across every crevice of your body whilst people filtered in and out of the shared area, questioning looks being sent to the stall you shared where the hot water was running for a little longer than “usual” gym showers- it was hard keeping his hands off you and even harder to keep a lid on all the noise you were making whilst he sheepishly enjoyed seeing you struggle and eternally debate on what you’re going to do with him.
never owned anything officially exo related for the entire time i’ve been a fan, till i waltzed into my local HMV a couple of days ago and accidentally found this (they’ve never had exo in store here) and SNATCHED it off the shelves.
couldn’t wait to unwrap and see what i’ve gotten and oh my god this pull was insane, BAEKHYUN, CHANYEOL, AND MINSEOK?! started screaming, lost all self control (lowk embarrassing 😭)
anyway i just thought i’d share, i love being a exol so much 🫶🏻
Hello person! I am currently preparing a Masterlist of EXO writers here on Tumblr, and I have spotted your blog while looking through the tags. I'm seeing that you're hiatus but in some of your post you mention you'll be certainly coming back, so I'd like to ask whether this statement is still up-to-date, as I'd love to add you to the masterlist (if you're okay with that). BTW don't worry about being pressured to write soon or anything, it's only so that I know you're not a "dead" blog 💖
HIIIII!! yes i am still planning on coming back to this blog and to continue writing, i am so so sorry for responding so late, just started back at university so i’ve been trying to stay on top of my work so i’d have more time to write and put stuff out on here!!! i am working towards being fully active again before christmas x
baeeee we miss you, i hope you're doing well!
-kay ❤️
I am so sorry :,) i really fooled myself thinking i would only be gone for a week but it’s been over a month!
I miss you too mane- and i can’t wait to get back here and catch up on all the great fics i’ve missed;
Things are starting to look up and i’m gaining my motivation back to continue writing and posting on here- thank you for not forgetting me and being patient :( ♥️
for anyone who cares,
sorry im taking so long to post new content and new parts to already ongoing series- i am STILL writing, haven’t quit and not planning on it.
recently my mum has had surgery and i’ve been taking care of her, my baby brother, and also working- that’s why it’s taking me longer than usual to put stuff out for my supportive readers <3
i will try my best to release new updates and hopefully oneshot “roomies” done & dusted by the weekend and end of next week- i hope you’re all doing well and taking good care of yourselves- ❤️🩹
This Baekhyun oneshot i’m writing right now is driving me crazy- the first thing i’m asking for when i get to heaven (which i doubt) is my own Baekhyun.
It’s called “Roomies”
I started it last night & currently at 2k words :,) (it was supposed to be a drabble too) so i hope whoever sees this is looking forward to it, hopefully it does not disappoint (but it’s still my 2nd oneshot ever so..)
[17:40]
“It feels so good,” he quietly breathed out, a tear trickling down his temple, mixing with the egressed sweat from the heat of the moment- fidgeting in his bed, eyes shut, shamelessly letting profanities fall from between his soft lips as he reached his climax- Baekhyun jolted awake, hands immediately feeling for your body next to his; to his dismay you weren’t there.. however, the mess confined underneath his pants was.
FANTASTIC BYUN | A Byun Baekhyun Series
“You were supposed to die!”
warning: this series contains cursing, mentions & includes violence, detailed injury, and death.
word count: 1.2K
FANTASTIC BYUN | ONE
"So you're still in transition?" all three of you gazed at the newest edition to your group, Bonnie, Bennett had found her on campus ground doubled over from a pain she was feeling in her wrists, so he'd offered her a little help and brought her to meet the rest of you who were once just like her.
Why any of you were the way you were is unknown, you weren't born into it, it just sort of happened- there was a pattern where before becoming "superhuman" a traumatic event had taken place before, which makes sense however, non of you could figure out exactly what went down in your personal lives before this. It was as if the transition had wiped your memory clean of its cause.
Bennet had been the first, then you, Ben, and now Bonnie, it wasn't hard to come across one another, you all attended the same university, all lived on campus, it wasn't friendly at first; no one wanted to be taken advantage of; understandably, but the more time you spent around each other you were bound to become more trusting and open.
And that's how it's been for the past two years, explorative, fun, and the thrill was worth waking up for. Swinging around campus & the city at night with no care in the world- it was peaceful. Bennett had also scheduled random practice days in case any of you were to ever be in danger- a simulation to teach you what to do as well as what not to do.
Ben had joked around about going around the city and stopping crime- but this wasn't a spider-man movie, you were nothing in comparison to the arachnid icon but it would be a lie to say that it wasn't tempting. Still the risk wasn’t worth the reward in your eyes.
"I mean- I still can't do what you all can do so I must be," one hand holding onto her wrist to ease the burning pain you've all powered through before- it hurt like hell. "Well you've got us now, and it's best to not talk about it with other people who aren't.. us- you don't want people outing you or for word to go around about you being crazy," "Yeah- I was called a marvel moron for six months all because of a simple slip up so be careful," You added.
It was easy being this way in this generation, no one would actually take you seriously; the name calling was the most any of you got.
People don't buy a word you say until you physically did something what would lead them into believing you. It would probably be amusing to see the looks on their faces for a little while but of course it had its consequences- such as loose lips & social media, from one person to the next to a couple thousand and all of a sudden you're being mobbed by people you don't even know.
You had to approach people with caution.
Especially on a bad day, a bad day being; having wrist spasms, you can't hold anything without shaking or you'd shoot a web without meaning to- when you're experiencing a bad day it is best to stay in your dorm and away from classmates and from each other, sudden jolts in your joints that can cause a drastic change in whatever physical form you were taking, one second you're sat in your chair and the next your cross legged on the ceiling- you wouldn't even know where to start an explanation for that to anybody. Let alone a class of over 200 students who's first response was to probably record it all.
"How long does it take till the pain goes away?" she asked, "Depends, for me it was only a couple of days- oh and don't take any painkillers, it does nothing." Bennett advised, you & Ben nodding in agreement- "For me it took around half a year, it won't hurt 24/7 it'll get better with time. You need to concentrate on your mentality and ability to get the webs going, the more you release the less it'll hurt & soon enough you won't even feel it,” you added, offering her a reassuring smile that she wasn’t on her own, which she reciprocated.
This intervention made you wonder if you were going to keep coming across more people like yourself, you hoped not- thankfully all of you seemed to be good people who didn't abuse their powers to inflict harm on others, however, there is no guarantee that the next will be the same.
And about that you were right.
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Baekhyun who was many miles away from your group sat at his desk moping instead of studying for his upcoming final exam in architecture, he couldn’t think of anything more boring, but if he wanted to lead a seemingly normal and unsuspecting life- he needs to do what needs to be done.
Previous to his transition he was a outgoing, sensitive and down to earth earthling- and that all didn’t come crumbling down right after, he was excited and uncontainable at first, didn’t do anything that would cause harm to himself or anybody around him, it was fun- really fun, and like every other good thing, it had an end.
His excitable persona faded, the feeling of being special and feeling like somebody who was above average significance went with it- nothing in particular triggered the mood swing, at least nothing that he could remember, which of course nagged at him, he wanted to know where it all started to go wrong but he couldn’t figure it out- frustrating and angering him further, telling himself he must’ve just gotten “bored” to suffice the itch to know.
The acts of terror started off simple, easily disguised as a friendly prank or something that he didn’t intent for to go so far in case of any extreme reactions he’d get from friends- whom he’s now lost, or strangers he found interesting enough to meddle with. Unfortunately that all grew old for him quite quickly.
Quickly moving onto business that was non of his, messing with people he shouldn’t be messing with- as well as putting his hands on items he had no business fiddling with or taking. After a couple of fights and wrapping several groups of men to a single lamppost he decided he wanted to chase after the adrenaline by doing something bigger- something worse.
And there was no stopping him.
There was nobody around that was like him, to his knowledge at least, no one with a sliver of resemblance, nothing ever good comes from not being around people who are like you- sure, it’s good to surround yourself with different people every now and again but the feeling of utter loneliness engulfing your existence was unavoidable, especially for a man like Baekhyun.
He had wished there was someone around to share this power he carried, his mind however would dismiss the thought as soon as he’d have it- his being feeling threatened by nobody but the thoughts occurring in his own mind, the weigh of his own internal negativity blurring the scenes of what it would truly be like if he were to come across a person as himself.
No one should ever come close to Baekhyun, or as he likes to call himself; Fantastic Byun.
Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader
“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”
tags: @scuzmunkie • @kkaebsongwrld
word count: 1K
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Your family hadn't come back to see you within the week they had booked here in the city, and thank god they didn't. Their last visit was far from pleasant, it all started going downhill when you came back out from your bathroom and they were still at the table, eating & stuffing their faces, under different circumstances this would have been a nice wholesome memory to capture, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they had a card up their sleeve they were yet to play which would single handedly ruin the rest of the month for you.
And that, they did.
Your parents stares weren't subtle whatsoever, clearly they'd caught on to your attempts of wasting time- so they decided to just get right into it in front of everybody. First starting with your job. Your father claiming it wasn't "practical" or "professional" enough, and that you wouldn't be able to keep living off of the wage it offers- as if your being here for the past couple of years hasn't be evident that he was and still is completely wrong. He was quite what you would consider the traditional man, he didn't want his daughter to work at all but he knew he couldn't stop you from doing so- the next best thing for him as compensation was the talking down on your professional efforts.
Next was the fact that you live on your own, as it wasn't "safe enough" for a grown woman like yourself to be out in the city, far from your family with no one at home waiting for you to get back from your shifts- "What if you get kidnapped or killed? who are the police going to contact-" the worst case scenario was always what they leaned towards to get you to think that they were right.
Which of course brought on the talk of marriage; your favourite. You felt everybody tense around the table, Daniel too- had an uncomfortable look on his face, you almost felt bad for him, neither of you looked at each other or at your parents. Your sister seemed more upset than she was uncomfortable to be sat in the middle of all this, your brother couldn’t care less, eating to his hearts desire. You wished you were him.
“That’s off the table.” you muttered, half praying that they didn’t hear you but they did, which set your father off.
Your eardrums would’ve burst if your mother hadn’t interfered to tell him that we all got the point, but that wasn’t the end of it too- you got another earful from her right there at the table, and before she left too. To say you were angry was an understatement. The irritation and heat of craving violence bubbled in your chest but you still by a miracle was able to keep yourself together and your words to yourself.
Your sister had tried to offer you comforting words before they decided to (finally) take off to wherever they were supposed to say- but that all backfired when she told you she liked- loved Daniel, and he apparently loved her too, which completely explained why they looked so upset when your father started to discuss marriage.
You felt relieved, a weigh has been lifted off your shoulders but with that confession you still felt angry.
Shouting in a whisper in the middle of kitchen you interrogated her as to why she hasn’t said anything to your parents, when she knew that this conversation was going to keep on happening and she’d never be the one they’d consider to marry off.
You were barely able to get anything out of her since your father was shouting for her to hurry up and get ready to leave so you just let her go from there. Unlocking the door for them and watching them hurry out one by one, Daniel offering you a sad smile to which you returned, eyes quickly travelling to your sisters, giving her a look which she was table to translate to “You need to tell them,” giving you a small nod before skipping down the stairs to avoid anymore awkwardness than there already was.
Seeing your family after so long shouldn’t leave you feeling so empty- yet there you were, feeling as hollow as ever. You tried so hard to just hate them and cut contact but that type of behaviour was not in your nature. You could only hope that they would come around to understand that you were not planning on leading the life they wanted you to.
It was a mind numbing realisation to not be everything they wanted, but your siblings were. They did everything right by them and followed their book of many rules- you weren’t a rebel by any means, it was just that their idea of life didn’t suit your own.
You couldn’t disagree though, you couldn’t keep going on like this forever, barely able to keep a friend from having little to zero time for socialising and going out without worrying if you were going to be paged into work- let alone to hold up a whole relationship with a man. What made it all worse was that you didn’t have anyone who wasn’t going to shove their judgement down your throat when you’d want to vent out your feelings.
That’s where Chanyeol came in, letting your mind create different scenarios of him as more than a neighbour, maybe a someone who could become a solid friend- maybe more, it was hard to tell at that given moment but part of you had hoped he was worth something more than just a neighbour in your life.
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Getting ready for bed you came across some of Chanyeols’ belongings which you duly noted to return. His abandoned items made your mind drift back to moments of last night- causing you to smile a little, the butterflies in your stomach making another appearance which you quickly tried to disregard. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way- you barely knew each other; and today was certainly not the day to be having such thoughts.
But still the cogs of your mind kept going; far enough to imagine a reality of what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed yourself off of him-
That’s enough.