F!Reader x EXO
Genre: Angels/Demons AU
Warning: None
Words: 1.8K
Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five (Coming Soon)
Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.
It was strange to see memories of a life you didn’t remember. You might think they weren’t yours but you could feel a connection. After eighteen years you could finally see your fathers face. You lived in a nice house, played with the kids next door, you could see how much your dad really loved you. It all seemed perfect, but one day things went wrong. You weren’t sure what happened, but all you knew was that your dad put you to bed, and then you woke up in his arms as he was running through the trees.
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Finally, a sane celebrity who doesn’t bend the knee to feminist bullshit.
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no offense but it's so exhausting that my posts get numbers like this
all the time but my donation posts barely get touched
i really dont want to go into details but i really can't take it anymore. i have a roommate and apartment all lined up and owe my deposit of $1,300 by july 24th. i can't work until i move so i have no income.
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written by vicaniyun | krisho | 145,529 | mature
Between juggling a demanding job and a family, single father Wu Yifan is a very busy man. After spending his day off taking a sick child to the hospital, Yifan meets Kim Junmyeon, a doctor with a big heart and a warm smile. Yifan doesn’t think much of it until they bump into one another as they drop their kids off for soccer practice a few weeks later. Perhaps they have more in common than Yifan originall thought…
Sequel: Never Too Late
pisces’s take: SS
i love kidfics. i love krisho. a krisho kidfic? wonderful.
i don’t know why i never put this fic on here despite having read it like,,,,,,, three times,,,,,,,,, but it’s now here, and lemme tell you: i’m still just as in love with it as i was the first time.
there’s something about reading about parents loving their kids (and each other) that gets to you, you know? and this fic is just that–and more. i don’t know what else to say about it. it’s soft, with a little darker themes on the side, but miss Miya, our wonderful author, has always been able to handle those themes perfectly.
written by vicaniyun | krisho | 232,663 | explicit
Despite having no artistic talent, student Kim Junmyeon signs up for an introduction to painting class at his university. He has a lot to learn, not only about the ins and outs of art, but also about why the grumpy and caffeine-addicted art professor seems to have taken a keen interest in him.
pisces’s take: SS
THIS HAS BEEN ON THIS BLOG FOR AGES AND I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING ABOUT IT YET LMAO okay so this is actually one of the first fics i ever read in EXO ficdom, and honestly? i have 0 regrets. i fell in love with INSTANTLY.
it’s a longfic, and it’s krisho, and it features grumpy ass yifan–that’s a win for me, i think hahahahaha
anyway. i don’t know what to say about this fic to be perfectly honest, because every time i read it i get even more and more speechless, but i love it??? i love everything about it????
Israeli occupation soldiers assault Palestinian women in Sheikh Jarrah neighborhood in Jerusalem, today.
اعتداء جنود الاحتلال على النساء في حي الشيخ جراح في القدس المحتلة.
İsrail işgal askerleri bugün Kudüs'ün Şeyh Jarrah semtinde Filistinli kadınlara saldırıyor.
The one thing I don’t really like about the Joint Training Arc is how class 1B keeps praising 1A. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like how humble they are and class 1A is amazing, but class 1A doesn’t return the compliments.
Like it’s telling us that 1B really is that insignificant. Even in the round class 1B won, and the one they tied, all the participants just lament how great 1A is. Like 1B really doesn’t get a moment to praise themselves. I know Monoma takes the helm for that, but it’s just a way to antagonize 1A rather than a legit form of praising his own class.
Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader
Genres : Horror, angst, TBA
Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?
Warnings: TBA
Collab: This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed!
Release Date: 1st October 2021
WC: TBA
She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.
It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.
No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting. So it had to be kept away.
She remembered the first day she saw it.
She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.
The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.
And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.
And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.
A rumour which was unfortunately true.
Every last day of the month, people were killed.
Just one.
And each time, the cause of death was different.
And that ugly rumour had led to family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.
But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.
She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.
And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.
She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.
But something, something inside had her had told her to come here first.
At first, she thought it was nostalgia.
But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.
The painting was still the same. Exactly same.
But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.
And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.
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