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[halfamaerd]

24/? Amazing Exo Fics (✩)

The Touchline by curledupkitten "Lu han is afraid of heights, among other things." 

[exoikda]

idk just wanted to say that i had so much fun scrolling through your blog looking at pretty graphics and scouting new fics :>

awww this is so sweet TT thank you! 

[sooperboy-deactivated20230702]

sometimes he is a boy, sometimes he is a writer, and sometimes he is kim jongin. anterograde tomorrow

[krshan]

If there was one thing in the world that Yifan hated the most, it’d be waking up at ungodly hours—shit a.m., as Yifan would call it—in the morning. And if you’d ask him what he loved the most, without hesitation, he’ll tell you two things: 1) Luhan 2) sleep.

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[exoikda]

What's your favorite exo fanfic? Why?

[kaixes-blog]

Except sometimes, when they’re piled in the back of Jongin’s station wagon, skin sticky and hot from the afternoon sun and covered in sand, Sehun thinks, just maybe, he doesn’t mind being stuck in this hopeless loop of uncertainty. He thinks maybe he doesn’t mind feeling all of these conflicting emotions because when Jongin smiles and links their fingers, Sehun’s pretty sure Jongin’s feeling them, too.

[chen-s]

p a p e r w e i g h t ; baeklights "Hey, it’s Jongdae, sorry I missed your call. Here comes the beep, you know what to do. [BEEP]

It’s been almost three months. I still use the present tense when I talk about you.”

[opurple]

How to fall in love in ten photographs or less.

[zhonqrens-blog]

[exoikda]

“What’s happened?” Luhan moaned, gagging on the taste of smoke in his mouth. “The Fire Nation has declared war,” said the High Elder, and the Elder kneeling beside Luhan gasped. All the bloody nameless faces from Luhan’s vision whipped through his mind, ending once again in fire so near he could swear he felt the heat on his face. “What?” 

“They are marching.”

Zodiac

[changvoyant-deactivated20140315]

wolf on wall street au

kris/baekhyun, nc-17

warnings: mentions of drug, porn

extending #21 

for amanda ♥

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[chenthemilkman]

Go fuck yourself.

Sincerely,                           Kim Joonmyeon.

[chenthemilkman]

“Constant assassinations.” Shrugged Jongdae, as if it was the most apparent matter in the world. “Mutual.” Mouthed Joonmyeon, pointing to himself and Jongdae in turns, reclining back against the sofa and crossing arms over his chest as he let Jongdae explain.

[wrapmonfvtbtb-deactivated201508]

I thought that was a road that would never end, but I became alone inadvertently. -48 Hours

I felt numb for a week after this fanfic…

[changvoyant-deactivated20140315]

suyeol; suho is constantly drunk because he's too tired of life and chanyeol is just trying to comfort him.

This is what Suho thinks when he thinks about life: those helium-pumped balloons of yours, dreams you call them, will knot around your neck and hang you dead—and sometimes you might not even understand that they’re killing you; you’ll just see them floating into the sky, so close to fruition, and you’ll tug on them with your hands, and you’ll be choking yourself to death thinking you’d ever move those dreams of yours. 

Bullshit, Chanyeol always says: bullshit, get some rest, give me that bottle, dreams aren’t all you have in the world, you have me, hyung, you have me, you have me.

When Chanyeol says that, Suho lets him take the bottle away, but he doesn’t think Chanyeol understand that Chanyeol, too, is just another dream, just another balloon tightening around his neck. 

[sehun88]

[konnie]

Kailu

"You didn’t even put up a tree?" Sehun is walking around Jongin’s dorm, hands behind his back. 

Bundled up in no less than three layers of wool, Jongin snorts. “No point. This Christmas sucked.” He’s been trying to watch the football game for the better part of the last half hour, but he can’t concentrate.

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[kris-wu-blog]

in this time, luhan doesn't know sehun. in this time, luhan hates sehun. in this time, luhan is dead.

The butterfly effect, in which the world is interconnected by strings of seemingly irrelevant events, lies on the delicate balance of decisions and indecisions… And like a tangled mess of strings, the more you try to fix it, the more unfixable it becomes.

[seqais]

as jongin comes down from his high, he feels the rise and fall of sehun’s chest against his. he leans in, but sehun pulls back and holds jongin away with a hand. jongin stops, looks at sehun’s flushed face, red lips and dotted neck before nodding in understanding. right, no over-thinking. he says, stepping backwards out of sehun’s grip and pulling off his stained shirt, tossing it into his bag. (x)