This is a CRACK fic. Made purely out of randomness and weirdness and things you've never thought of reading but probably had crossed your mind. No main plot whatsoever. So don't take this seriously. I'm serious. Don't take this seriously. Also, this banner is hideous. Anyone creative want to help making a main image for this fic? I'd thank you with a cucumber salad.     Kay. Here we go.

In which Oh Sehun, the boy next door, dreams of marrying Luhan, the prettiest boy on the block. Except Luhan’s father, Kris Wu Yifan would prefer to jump off a cliff than let that happen.           A/N: The result of my love for Magic!'s Rude and Archie comics.

Sehun’s a twenty four year old senior in college who has a lot on his hands; between balancing school, assignments, a social life and his sickly nine year old sister who is battling leukemia, life is pretty tough. Ever since his mother passed away a couple years ago things have been going wrong. His grades are deteriorating and his l

On the night the queen gave birth at the constellation of the twins—the kingdom will fall. For a blood will kill its own blood, flesh will kill its own flesh.

A brief history of Lina and Yoongi. 

These are my personal favorites in the EXO/OC fanfic category. WARNING: I like stories that make me cry.  

    Karma came Knocking, Beaming.       Lee Seungri pursed his lips, his eyes darting worriedly to the little piece of heaven sleeping in the arms of his longtime girlfriend.  

"Hello." Minyoung and Sehun are truly different people, but they’re not normal people either. Plus, neither one knows the others story. Surely, they will know someday, but for now, let’s keep it a secret and just focus on something else: them. Back again in each others lives, but they don’t really know each other as they thought they di

Falling for you was never the plan. Yet, it might have been the best mistake of my life.

“If our story can be rewritten back to when we first met, we’d be in love blissfully…every day with you.”

      Baekhyun is willing to do anything to escape his sorrows, even if it means running away and starting his life over in a new city, with a new job. His nepenthean encounters come in the form of a single father and his five-year-old son.      

People who aren't so... normal are always thrown to the side, outcasted and ostracised. Just because they don't act a certain manner, society avoids them like they're infectious. It wasn't their choice to be born like this. It wasn't their choice to be genetically different, physically different, or even temperamentally different.  This is a s

  You're the girl who no one notices.  The girl who shyly hides behind the lens of a camera, hoping to capture the world without it noticing.  The girl who sees.  The wallflower.     Krystal Jung is the known queenka.  The princess who's hiding a secret she's terrified of letting be known. The girl who is in process of tearing herself down mentally.  The pained onlooker.     You and her.  

L.Joe is confused beyond doubt. He isn't a flirt. He doesn't play with hearts. He is one of those rare men left that really believe in love. But what is happening?

Sehun is a new model fumbling his way into the cutthroat, corrupted Entertainment Industry. Luckily, Jongin, a famous photographer, is there to guide him―but at what cost? Why does it feel like Jongin will be the one to taint him, instead? You know what they say: "It's those closest to you that will ruin you best."

Soul Eater AU

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Do you know what it feels like to be teased, judged, and bullied for just being you? High school junior Han Yura does, and she'd much rather be alone than with a bunch of hypocrites (a.k.a her classmates), or so she says. Things suddenly take a unbelievable turn when she's forced to join the eight members of the heavily 'laughable' HFC, nicknamed 'The Outcast Club", where she realizes that there

I guess the one thing that people could say about me without hesitance was that I had never been good with words and because of this I had always felt stuck. I never got to tell the people I loved just how much they meant to me. It was hard, almost impossible, to voice your emotions with words. But, as a wise man once told me, words fade. I, instead, chose to live my life day to day off of feelings.