#i thought they were gonna pull a mama by exo

[neo-shitty]

halazia 🐈‍⬛

[sugar-petals]

Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

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+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking. 

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him. 

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things. 

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other. 

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch. 

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it 

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone 

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today 

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms 

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade 

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme 

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up. 

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time. 

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do 

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!” 

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here. 

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth. 

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged 

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise. 

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list 

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing 

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends 

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan). 

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely. 

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself. 

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note? 

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you 

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever 

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol 

actually 

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going. 

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors. 

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist 

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all. 

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact. 

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?” 

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you. 

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier. 

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well. 

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it. 

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something. 

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on. 

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out. 

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then. 

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you. 

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them. 

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display. 

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know. 

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking. 

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising. 

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist. 

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right. 

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay). 

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously. 

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically. 

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town. 

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day. 

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually. 

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway. 

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future. 

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it. 

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

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[swan-of-sunrise]

The Winter Soldier (Chapter Five)

Summary: (Y/N) and Sam are visited by Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, and the novelist makes a life-altering decision.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief discussion of PTSD

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Five (Previous Chapter)

Yawning loudly into her hand, (Y/N) poured some milk into her bowl of chocolate Cheerios, grabbed a spoon and sat on a stool at the kitchen counter. She turned on her laptop and began reading through the day’s top news headlines while she ate her breakfast; thankfully, it appeared that the manhunt for Captain America was still going on, which meant that S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t yet apprehended him.

The backdoor of the house opened and Sam entered, breathing heavily and covered in a layer of perspiration; a smile brightened his face once he noticed her presence. “’Morning, Booksmart!”

“Hey Sam, you have a good run today?”

“Yeah, it was okay.” Sam wiped his brow with his sleeve, his expression suddenly sheepish. “Um…thanks again for last night, (Y/N). It really meant a lot to me.”

The night before, Sam had another intense nightmare about the last Air Force mission he’d flown with his partner, Riley. (Y/N) was woken up by his loud moaning and thrashing from the room across the hall, so she quickly threw on her bathrobe and went to him. As she’d done countless times over the past year, she’d carefully wrapped her arms around him and spoke soothing words until his eyes had eventually fluttered open, and as his face filled with pain, Sam flung his arms around her and they fell asleep in each other’s embrace. It hadn’t been the first time she’d helped him through one of his nightmares, and she doubted that it would be the last.

“I’m your best friend, Birdbrain, it’s in my job description. That, and annoying you whenever I think you deserve some annoying.” Her soft smile turned into a frown as Sam opened the refrigerator and pulled out the carton of orange juice. “I swear to God, Sam, if you drink straight from that carton I’m gonna have to kill you. That’s disgusting!”

Sam’s loud laugh was cut short by a knock on the backdoor. They exchanged matching looks of confusion before Sam headed for the door, (Y/N) following closely behind. He raised the blinds and opened the door to reveal Steve Rogers and Black Widow standing on their back porch, both covered head-to-toe in grime and looking completely worn-out. “…Hey, man.”

Steve’s weary eyes glanced between the two of them. “I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.”

Black Widow’s smile was apologetic as she elaborated, “Everyone we know is trying to kill us.”

(Y/N) and Sam exchanged a look before he opened the door wider and said, “Not everyone.” With looks of gratitude, the pair hurried into the house and Sam closed the door behind them, careful to close the blinds and lock the deadbolt.

“We haven’t been properly introduced; I’m Natasha Romanoff.”

(Y/N) smiled politely and shook Natasha’s outstretched hand. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” After Sam introduced himself to her, (Y/N) gestured to the hallway and continued. “You guys are welcome to use our shower if you wanted to clean up a little; I think I may even have some spare clothes somewhere…”

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After showing Steve and Natasha the bathroom down the hall and letting them use Sam’s bedroom for some extra privacy, (Y/N) dug through her closet until she found the clothes that her brother and girlfriend had accidentally left when they’d visited last; she’d been meaning to send them back, but it would seem that the two fugitives they were harboring had more use for them. Pausing a moment in front of the closed bedroom door, she placed the box on the floor and hurried back to her room to get dressed before going back to the kitchen. When she got there, Sam was in the middle of scrambling eggs so she quietly began buttering some toast.

“They didn’t look too good, Sam. What do you think happened to them out there?”

“Not sure, but it must’ve been pretty serious for them to come here of all places for help. You mind finishing up the eggs while I go change out of these workout clothes and tell them the food’s ready?”

(Y/N) gave him a small smile and took the spatula from him. “’Course not.” Sam patted her shoulder and left the kitchen, and to distract herself from her worries, she began absentmindedly humming to herself while she finished scrambling the eggs.

“Hey, a tune I actually recognize.” (Y/N) glanced away from the stove to see Steve standing near the refrigerator. “You really enjoy music, don’t you?” When she tilted her head in confusion, he elaborated, “I took a wrong turn in the hall and caught a glimpse of your room. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many records and CD’s in my life.”

(Y/N) shrugged noncommittally. “Yeah, I guess I do. There’s something comforting about music to me…it makes me feel like no matter what happens in my life, good or bad, music will always be there for me.” She cringed at how cheesy her words sounded out loud and quickly added, “That probably doesn’t make much sense, though, just forget it…”

Steve’s mouth curved into a small smile. “I think I understand a little…thanks for the clothes, by the way.”

Switching off the burner, (Y/N) took the pan of scrambled eggs and began dishing the food onto two plates. “They fit all right? My brother and his girlfriend visited a while back and forgot some of their things here, they’re about your guys’ size…”

“Yeah, they fit great.” He adjusted the hem of his dark grey shirt before glancing back up at her. “So, were you humming ‘Pistol Packin’ Mama’ just now ‘cause something good’s happening or something bad?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before answering. “Both, I guess. You guys are both safe, which is obviously good, but something’s going on. Something that must be pretty bad for you to come to the two of us for help.”

Steve stared at her with curious eyes for a few seconds before giving her a brief nod and accepting the plate of food she handed him.

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“So, Hydra’s been infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D. this whole time…” Sam said, his eyes trained on his clasped hands. After they had eaten, Steve and Natasha had explained everything that had happened, from their mission on the Lemurian Star to the missile strike at Camp Lehigh where they discovered that the terrorist organization had been growing and thriving within S.H.I.E.L.D. for seventy years. “And they’ve been using this Winter Soldier guy to silence anyone unlucky enough to uncover their existence…”

“And they’re planning something big so they can try to take control of the world. Again.” (Y/N) finished, glancing away from Sam and across the table at Steve, who nodded mutely.

Natasha paced beside the table with her arms crossed over her chest. “So, the question is: who in S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile strike?”

“Pierce.”

“Who happens to be sitting on the top of the most secure building in the world,” (Y/N) pointed out, rubbing her forehead as a headache began to form and wishing that she could play some of her music to calm herself down.

Steve frowned, and she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “But he’s not working alone, Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

Natasha’s comment made Steve sigh. “So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t.” (Y/N) hadn’t noticed that Sam had stood until he dropped a familiar file onto the table in front of Steve. When the super-soldier picked up the file and shot him a questioning glance, Sam added, “Call it a resume.”

“Sam…” (Y/N) jumped to her feet and stood in front of her friend as Steve and Natasha glanced through the file. “Are you sure?”

Sam gave her a comforting smile and nod as Natasha spoke. “Is this Bakhmala? The Khandil Khandil mission, that was you?” She glanced at Steve with an impressed smile. “You didn’t say he was para-rescue.”

“Is this Riley?”

(Y/N) gently took Sam’s hand as he nodded, knowing how difficult his decision was for him. He wouldn’t be getting back into all this if he didn’t believe that it was the right thing to do, she thought grimly, his hand tightening slightly around hers as the others continued to read over the file.

Natasha flicked through the pages of the file, looking up at Sam with a furrowed brow. “I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPG’s. What did you use, a stealth chute?”

“I’d check the next page if I were you.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile, remembering when Sam had told her about his military service and shown her the pictures of the EXO-7 Falcon pack. That’s when she began calling him ‘Birdbrain’ in retaliation to his awful nickname for her, but her plan backfired when he ended up taking the insult as a term of endearment.

Steve and Natasha flipped the pages of the file and the super-soldier’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked up at them. “I thought you said you were a pilot.”

“I never said pilot.” Despite the serious situation, Sam couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he spoke and (Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason-”

Sam cut off Steve with a wave of his hand. “Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.”

“…Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

“The last one’s at Fort Meade, behind three guard gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.”

Natasha shrugged when Steve glanced at her. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

(Y/N) frowned as the three of them began collecting the files and standing, suddenly getting the feeling that they were preparing to leave without her. In that moment, she knew that she had a decision to make; if she stayed, then her life and career would continue normally as long as all three of them managed to stop Hydra, but she knew she’d feel guilt for not doing her part to help and if they couldn’t stop Hydra, then the organization would succeed in taking over the world and countless lives would be destroyed. But if she left with them, she would become a target; her life, her family, her career…it would all be at risk if Hydra put out a warrant for her arrest; if it meant helping save the world and everyone in it, though, then there was really only one right answer…

“I’m coming with you guys.”

“Um…” All three of them stopped and looked at her, and Natasha was the first to break the silence as she glanced over at Steve. “I thought you said she was a writer.”

“Yes, I am a writer, but I’m still coming with you.”

Steve shook his head, his jaw set with determination. “(Y/N), it’s bad enough that Sam’s being dragged into all this but at least he knows what we’re up against. You’d be putting your life at risk by coming, not to mention your career.”

“You’re right, Steve.” (Y/N) squared her shoulders and stared down the super-soldier, her back straight and her arms crossed. “I’m not a soldier, or a spy or even a goddamn Avenger, I’m just a civilian who wants to help save the world that I live in. You three are about to risk everything to stop Hydra, and I’ve got no right to do any less than you, no matter what my occupation is. It’s true that the price of freedom’s a high one, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay. Besides,” She couldn’t keep the smug tone out of her voice as she spoke. “I already know how to abduct Sitwell in broad daylight without alerting Hydra.”

Steve kept his eyes on hers for a moment before turning to Natasha, who had an impressed look on her face as she shrugged. “I like her, and we could always use another person on our side, Steve.”

“I’ve known (Y/N) for over a year now; if she says she can help, then she can help.” Sam gave her a small wink, and (Y/N) felt a rush of gratitude for her best friend. “I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.”

Steve sighed and turned back to her; she only raised her eyebrows in expectation as she waited for his response. After a moment, he finally gave her a nod, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “You’re in. Now, you said you had an idea about getting Sitwell…?”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy! 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BenknAqQQnOWY8NmSa23V

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Chapter Six

“The Winter Soldier” Masterlist

[uwua3]

hi parental goose (should I say bunny?) figure I am here to request 😌🤘 can I request some amusement park date hc for kazunari? ♡♡♡♡ I love how you put songs you listened to while writing so I, your goose ally, will suggest a song! I really recommend listening to "She Looks So Perfect" by 5 Seconds of Summer since it gives off summer vibes and specially, kAZOO VIBES ♡♡♡ THANK U ILYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

erisu 🥺 hi baby how are you everyone this is my Daughter my Baby my Other Child (lyd is the other baby) ♡ how r u did you sleep well here is *All My Love* of course you can request!!! i would do anything for you!!! but, thank you for recommending a song~ it is ON REPEAT as we speak!!! i remember being obsessed with this song when it came out! thanks for the nostalgia :D

summary: there was a rumor that couples who went on the ferris wheel together would be in love forever

warnings: multiple mentions of food

author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERISU !!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M SO HAPPY YOU’RE A YEAR OLDER YOU’RE GROWING UP SO FAST ♡ I LOVE YOU (so. much. hand. holding)

word count: 3,562

music: she looks so perfect – 5sos, hey mama! – exo–cbx

all the luck in the world.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

this was it, the biggest fair in the whole country was this weekend and this weekend only. you guys had to go

“yo~ we gotta go!!!” kazunari practically pushed the flyer in your face, not giving you time to read the colorful, bright font as he excitedly rambled about it being his dream to even attend such an iconic event

it didn’t take much convincing before he had whipped out two admission tickets from his pocket, as if he already knew you’d be on board with such a fun date with the coolest boyfriend ever!

(seriously... if you said no... he might’ve cried by himself, he just wants to check off a bucketlist goal with his favorite person and best friend ever!)

(“wah~ i’m so #cool right? give me a kiss to prove it!!!” when you actually did it, he was quiet for about three seconds before he started cooing and sending an attack of affection your way)

you two planned your outfits ahead of time (the only thing he bothered planning), with kazunari rummaging through your closet and throwing pieces he thought would coordinate behind him (ultimately landing on your face).

he was being your personal fashion consultant (you didn’t question him, he was an art student who knew how to dress!)

throughout the entire process, you strutted out of the bathroom like it was a runway with your ever chaotic and supportive boyfriend clapping. he had a questionable french accent as he complimented you without end

“my chérie, you are absolutely darling!” kazunari flipped the end of a feather boa over his shoulder dramatically as he had on a pair of sunglasses (how he found that in your room was beyond you). he sat at the edge of your bed with his legs crossed, pretending to write critics down on an invisible notepad as he feigned fainting out of shock

kazunari ran over to pull you in a hug as soon as you found one of his options perfect. he blabbered about how cute you were and how he was so lucky

you tried processing how your boyfriend had so much energy. he was so dramatic, but you never felt unconfident or nervous to be yourself around him because kazunari loved you for who you were!

when you collectively agreed on the best outfit, kazunari worked to find something of his own to match you to be that couple at the amusement park (it was hilariously coincidental he almost had the same items)

(the #ootd on instagram that day got him so many likes when he included multiple mirror pictures with you doing ridiculous poses. he captioned the picture with so many happy faces and heart emojis)

(yes, he had his own story category reserved just for your pictures)

(yes, you also were the person behind a majority of his posts online and was credited every single time without fail) (you were known as “kazu’s photo guru”)

“kazu... are you sure you don’t want to plan ahead?” you asked carefully as he just scrolled through his phone, disrupting his rant about having the most iconic date of all time. kazunari just laughed, shrugging without looking up

“don’t worry~ everything will be fine!” kazunari exclaimed as he asked his followers recommendations for rides to check out. you knew he wouldn’t change his mind with his “happy–go–lucky” attitude

you just hoped the drive to the park wouldn’t be a nightmare since it would be so crowded

on the ride up, you two screamed pop lyrics at the top of your lungs no matter how busy the road was (you two never noticed, but at stop lights, you’d be the center of attention as kazunari just had to fail at a whistle note with the windows down)

the moment kazunari took control of the aux cord, you knew it was going to be a party until you arrived. you two sang together so much that you knew which parts were yours and effortlessly bounced off each other, flowing naturally and laughing nonstop

although kazunari went with the flow, he had the luck of the world on his side the day when you guys showed up. he had managed to find parking, got in line fast, and made it into the amusement park like it was second nature

(you knew of horror stories where the lines were way too long in the blazing heat, kids crying about not winning, indifferent employees not caring at all... how did kazunari manage to repel all the bad from your life and make it as easy as possible?)

it was as if his positive energy about the whole day manifested the universe to give him the easiest entrance ever (or it was his insanely charming charisma that got him off the hook with just about anything)

you two even got a discount on your tickets, believe it or not! somehow, one look at you two and the seller knew you were a couple (the matching outfits definitely didn’t give it away) and gave you extra for “young love”

(kazunari was so ecstatic, you were almost worried he was going to kiss the employee right then and there. you had to drag him away before he got on first–name basis with everyone)

when you two got your wristbands and went to the grounds, kazunari let out the loudest squeal of excitement ever and had to stop himself from jumping up and down (just bouncing on his heels like an impatient child)

“O. M. G!!! we’re gonna have the best date ever!” kazunari shouted, holding onto your hand as he took in the entire view, with so much to do for the entire day

booths were set up with so many fun (but rigged) games with yelling handlers, advertising their set–up to passerbys with infectious energy. crowds of children were rambling in awe about the animal display (like the world’s biggest pig apparently, who knew?). screaming passengers were swinging over your heads from the multitudes of crazy rides only the country’s biggest fair could have

you were so busy taking in the view of kazunari’s excited big eyes and huge grin that you missed the mischevious spark glinting back at you

when he craned his head back at the tallest ride there was, that contraption that somehow brought tens of people in the air just to swing them around in a circle, you suddenly came back to earth

“—wanna bet?” kazunari finished, tilting his head towards you with a competitive edge. you raised an eyebrow, not bothering to question it when you swung your arm around his shoulders and smirked back

“bet.”

suddenly, you were being dragged to the games section, passing by the crowds easily when kazunari was always by your side. it was as if the road parted for him when he reached a display with balloons pinned to the wall

“i know you didn’t hear me, which is why i’m going to win~” kazunari teasingly hip–bumped you, passing the necessary amount of tickets to the game runner which they accepted graciously. you just shrugged, picking up the fake plastic rifle they let players use

(“was i too handsome?!” kazunari joked, missing how you actually agreed)

“yeah, yeah. i don’t need to know, i’m gonna win.” you winked, making kazunari swoon as he lifted his arm to his forehead with a dramatic flair

“my hero!” kazunari called out as you readied yourself to shoot the balloons, knowing the odds were gravely against your favor

“what am i shooting for again?” you asked, putting your cheek against the gun. kazunari just slid up to next to you, his lips brushing your ear with a smile

“if you lose, we’re riding the swings together~” kazunari giggled and you fired, hitting one balloon with satisfaction. kazunari wrapped his arms around your waist, reading his chin on your free shoulder despite you trying to focus

“and if i win?” you asked, not bothering to entertain your clingy boyfriend as you hit another balloon. even the person running the game seemed anxious about your chances at crushing the whole thing

“we can do whatever you want.” kazunari breathed out, placing a gentle kiss on your neck with a laugh when you flinched. you hit your last shot though, exhaling in relief when the attendant begrudgingly gave you a large–sized prize

(it was a super triangle, you definitely knew who you were giving this to when you got to the dorms)

“you know what, i think we’re both winners.” kazunari tried to laugh off, but you didn’t let him get away that easy when you grabbed his hand quickly

“nu–uh! you know where we’re going!” you giddily pulled him towards another game, leaving kazunari holding onto the super triangle with great difficulty as you two played game after game

(you were right; kazunari was an universal favorite as he somehow managed to swindle the toughest of games with sheer luck)

(when a kid began asking him to play a game for them, you knew you had to stop making your boyfriend do outrageous things just for a stuffed animal)

(at least kazunari got a cool boomerang story on his snapchat of him throwing a ring onto a bottle)

“make a deal with me~” kazunari begged, holding way too many prizes to count in between his arms as you looked around for more. he was about to give up but as he caught sight of two double doors with a neon sign, he knew you’d agree immediately

“if i win every game in the arcade, we’re going on the carnival rides.”

when you accepted the deal, you regretted it. somehow, you forgot how kazunari always had everything go his way

it was like you forgot all about the rides outside. you two entered an air–conditioned, hipster arcade and had to play everything despite dropping the coins everywhere (“please keep them in the cup!” “it’s not my fault!!!”)

you name it, kazunari probably won it. fuseball, air hockey, pac–man, nintendo crane machines, zombie shooters, motorcycle/driving simulators, he won it all just for the hell of it. you’d never admit it, but he really was just the best at everything he did

although the games were fun, it was time to fulfill your end of the deal (as deserved since kazunari had no reason to go as hard as he did at the ddr pad inside the arcade)

after storing all the stuffed animals into the cramped back of the car with kazunari apologizing to them profusely (“dad is so sorry! we’ll be back soon~ promise!”), you two returned to have the biggest adrenaline rush of your life

any rollercoaster kazunari saw, he wanted to go on right away. lines felt like nothing when all he did was talk them away and get so excited seeing the ride rush by

kid–specific rollercoasters had to prevent him from going (“i’m sorry, sir, but your height exceeds the maximum” “what???” kazunari would feign shock as if he wasn’t five heads taller than the whole line)

he wanted to try it all since he never had this experience before! he wanted to make all these memories with you even if it meant yelling his head off as long as you were by his side

(seriously, one ride you had squeezed your eyes shut but heard the most high–pitched scream ever. you thought it was someone else, but of course it was your boyfriend)

you didn’t mind that much, since you used the whole ride time to grip kazunari’s hand tightly and make sure his hat stayed on the entire ride (why he wore one was questionable, anything for fashion, you guess)

ironically enough, you had done about ten rides with dizzying effects before ending it with the swings, the tall ride he initially wanted to go on with you. when you looked up at the full height, you gulped after being strapped to the two–person swing (how was this safe?!)

it was the first ride you weren’t exactly comfortable with, but when you looked at your seat partner, kazunari had two thumbs up with a big dumb grin. you instantly calmed down before the ride started

“i love you!” kazunari exclaimed as the ride began pulling you up further from the ground, holding onto your hand and looking up at the blue sky with the giddiest expression ever

it was the first time he had said he loved you out loud before, but before you could process it, all you could do was scream when the ride began rotating you around in a circle

(you had to stop him from taking out his phone, reminding him the post wasn’t worth it)

(though, kazunari did drop his hat this time. he really was lucky to find it again)

“okay, okay,” kazunari stumbled off the ride, exaggerating his lack of balance by holding onto you, his excitement not even decreasing a little after so many hours of fun

“food time! my muse needs a snack!” kazunari had whipped out the crumpled map someone gave him from his pocket, quickly locating the area without being delayed (he was always good at directions, it must’ve been why he was so popular at these types of social events)

somehow, kazunari always knew what you needed at every exact moment. you were thankful he couldn’t hear your stomach growl over the sound of the general atmostphere

when you guys arrived at the food hall, it was definitely the greatest prize of all (sorry to the stuffed animals who were defintely overheating in the parking lot)

all the best chefs and caterers came together for this event with the most outrageous food options of all time. fried oreos, cheese curds, cotton candy, caramel apples, churros, basically anything you imagined, it was most likely 1000x better with some funky twist

you never had to be nervous ordering because kazunari always stepped up and spoke, letting you hold his hand as if to reassure you he had the situation handled. he would somehow form a meaningful friendship with someone within two minutes of ordering and got extras, hurrying over to a table with every option possible

(yes, he took a photo of the whole spread and added ridiculous hashtags only savvy internet users knew) (he also posted on his private an embarrassing candid picture of you drooling at the food)

kazunari liked feeding you whatever he was eating, always encouraging you to try new things but respecting your boundaries at the same time just in case you weren’t up for it

(“oh, you don’t want to? no big deal~ just happy to be with you!” he’d say, wiping your mouth with a napkin regardless and just being content with you not being hungry)

while eating, you noticed a pattern of kids walking by, pointing at kazunari like he was a legend

“is that the guy who won basically every prize back at the games? wow~” they whispered, not realizing kazunari was extremely observant as his ears perked up at his name. he had turned to wave at the children, but they ran off

“you know...” kazunari started, and you already knew what he was gonna say as you rolled your eyes fondly, knowing how big his heart was, especially for innocent children who kept getting scammed by games

“yes, we have no need for most of the giant stuffed animals.” you pretended to sigh, as he quickly got up, giving you a quick kiss as thanks on your cheek as he ran back to the car

for the next hour or so, you and kazunari managed to give out most of your prizes (except anything triangular) to the children who had been staring, all of their parents or guardians thanking you guys profusely for your gift (though, there were some who were staring at kazunari suspiciously)

(as if they should be afraid of a liberal arts college student)

“it’s no big deal~ no problem!” kazunari always said, truly finding it not bothersome at all to share. you always admired that about kazunari, his natural instinct to care for everybody and make people smile. at a distance

you leaned against a light pole with a small smile as you watched kazunari crouch down, ruffling some kid’s hair as he gave them a prize

when he instinctually looked for you, he smiled back like you were the only person at the park

suddenly, you wished you said “i love you, too” before back at the swings

after indulging, you two shared an ice cream cone on the hot summer’s day as the lights began to turn on and the sun set. this was apparently the best part of the fair, where all the colors would pop like fireworks and the night breeze was your friend

you two had basically done everything at this point, even being the amusement park’s robin hoods with your wins. the arcade had both your names at the top of every digital leaderboard, the ride controllers had seen you too many times to count, and you two had digested an unhealthy amount of snacks that you’d regret the next day

what else could you do? it was already the most perfect date, there was nothing else except...

this time, you leaned your head back and saw a circular shape blocking the sunset: the ferris wheel

you turned to kazunari, who was already admiring the way the light hit your face. he wanted to paint you right then and there before you ruined the serene moment by biting your ice cream (why?!)

“i bet i can make it to the ferris wheel the fastest, wanna bet?” you questioned and you never saw kazunari grin even bigger as his eyes lit up with recognition

“bet!”

you two raced to the ferris wheel, much to the chagrin of every carnival–goer ever who dodged your fast advances. you got to the line first, skidding to a stop and nearly bumping into the person ahead of you as kazunari whacked into your back with an “oof!”

“awww, what do i have to do now that i totally lost?” kazunari pouted, but you just giggled and poked his cheek, not noticing how he became slightly flustered from your touch (you could never tell, it was a hot day)

“go on it with me.” you offered and he didn’t even think twice before he agreed, realizing this was the ride he’s been waiting to go on with you this entire time

(kazunari remembered the only other thing he really researched was this ferris wheel, where a rumor around it stated two people who went on it would be together forever)

when you two were allowed into one of the trolleys, you two sat close like always with your head on his shoulder. the orange light made everything feel like a fantasy, like this was a daydream. you didn’t want to wake up as kazunari squeezed your hand the moment the wheel started increasing

slowly but surely, you two were going around in circles as you savored the moment, wanting nothing more than to be here with kazunari forever

“you know... i never thought i’d be here.” kazunari started and you hummed, encouraging him to keep going as his thumb traced circles around your palm

“i didn’t have many friends growing up, so it would’ve been totes not cool to come to these things alone!” kazunari tried to play it off as some joke, but you knew better, just lowering your hand to his lap and waiting for him to talk

“but... now... i have friends? good—no, great friends! and... i have you. i’m living, and i have you.” kazunari trailed off, like this was a revelation he hadn’t realized before. the quietness between you two dragged on too long, you wondered what he was thinking

you opened your eyes and kazunari was already looking at you again with a soft smile, not bothering to notice anything else but you, like he wanted to remember this forever

you two reached the top of the ferris wheel, the wheel stopping to give you two a moment by yourself with the sunset

“i love you.” kazunari said again, and you didn’t hold back this time

“i love you, too.” you whispered, afraid to break the moment. but kazunari laughed, and you were laughing, and it was like the funniest joke ever as you two tried to maintain your composure

even as you two got off, you couldn’t let go of him as he did the same. these were the memories child–kazunari always dreamt of, and they were so much better than he ever imagined

after saying goodbye to all his new friends, kazunari couldn’t stop smiling as he drove home, with you sleeping beside him in the passenger seat

he turned off his music this time and carefully watched the road. taking one hand off the wheel, kazunari took your own and kissed your knuckles again and again with love

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” kazunari said, like he couldn’t say anything else but that

(kazunari posted a shot where he held your hand in front of the sunset on the ferris wheel with the caption: “best date ever”)

kazunari really had luck on his side if he was in love with you, maybe he had the ferris wheel to thank for that!

[et-lesailes]

a day with dodger

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2190

prompt: “Please do a Chris/Dodger fic. I just watched the YouTube video of “bedtime” and dodge and his lion and 😭😭😭”

themes: super wholesome fluffy goodness w chris n dodger :)

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Despite it being a Wednesday, it was the first day in a while both you and your boyfriend had the day off and were in the same place. There had been much discussion on what the two of you should do to spend the day, but no matter what you settled upon, there was one condition you both agreed on.

Dodger would be coming too. He was a part of the family, how could he not?

Chris had woken up at 6 AM to take him for his morning walk before returning to bed with you, the two of you liking to sleep in whenever you didn't have work. As his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to the warmth of his body once more, Dodger settled himself at the foot of the bed and snuggled close to his beloved lion, quite willing to drift off to sleep again. He liked to be close to the two of you, and he was rather compliant with whatever schedules you had planned. Such was the life of a dog with a celebrity for a dad; he had gotten adjusted to the fast paced, sporadic lifestyle quite well. 

Your eyes slowly flickered open at around 9:30, a sleepy smile crossing your lips as you gazed up at Chris' sleeping face. His arm was still around you, large hand placed on the small of your back. You barely lifted your head up to check on Dodger, who was sprawled on his side with one paw around his lion. Like father, like son. You were grateful Chris was getting the chance to sleep; you knew how tired he had been from his hectic schedule lately. You carefully slid out from under his arm, though it wouldn't have mattered if you had ruthlessly tossed it aside-- the man was practically unconscious to the world when he was tired. 

As you lightly got to your feet from the bed, Dodger was quick to get up too, hopping off as he looked up at you with what resembled a beam on his furry face. You giggled softly and leaned down to pet him all over, giving his head a kiss. "Mm come on bubba, do you need to go out?" You guided him to the backyard door, opening it for him and watching fondly as he shot out like a bullet. You left it open a crack so he could come inside whenever he wanted, heading for the kitchen to start making breakfast for you and Chris. You didn't even care much for cooking in general, but it always made you happy to be able to cook for him, simply because you barely got to. Even when the two of you could find time to eat together, more than half the time you just settled on getting takeout or eating at a restaurant because you didn't have the time to cook. 

You were finishing up the pancakes when Chris sleepily wandered out of the bedroom, approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. "G'morning," he mumbled in his low, husky voice still shaded from slumber, and you smiled as you let yourself melt into his hold. "Hey there, babe. You sleep well?" you asked softly, turning your head to give his cheek a kiss. He lazily rested his head on your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "Mm sure did. And waking up to this wonderful smell was just as nice. You're too good to me, sweetheart." You smiled as you turned back to the stove, moving the last pancake to the plate filled with them already. You knew what Chris’ appetite was like, and the more he ate, the better. Now that he was done with Marvel, he finally did not need to be so rigid and strict with his diet, and you and his mother and “plotted” to give him all the delicious food you could. “You deserve it, babe. You’ve been working so hard. Now how do you want your eggs?”

Before he could answer, a happy Dodger came trotting in, immediately running up to Chris to greet him. The man laughed loudly as the canine began to jump on him, almost immediately leaning down to scoop him up into his arms like a baby. “Good morning, bubba! Were you running around in the yard? I hope you didn’t use up too much energy, because me, you, and mama are gonna go for a hike today.” You smiled in satisfaction, giggling softly as you turned to ruffle his fur. “When does he ever run out of energy? It’s been so long since he’s gotten that long of a walk, he’s going to be thrilled.” Chris smiled, kissing the dog’s furry head. “You’re right. But I think he’s more focused on something else now.” You blinked and looked to where Dodger was currently staring before laughing, rolling your eyes fondly as you picked up the plate of bacon. “Okay, okay bubba, let’s put some on Daddy’s plate first and then I’ll give you a piece.” 

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After the three of you ate breakfast, it was time to get ready. Dodger was already ready to go, waiting by the door and whining impatiently, making the two of you chuckle. “We can’t go in our pajamas, ya goofy boy! Wait a second!” Chris playfully chided, rubbing between his ears before ushering you to the bedroom. You watched as he peeled out of his t-shirt, subconsciously letting out a sigh. He heard this and turned to you with an amused grin, wagging his finger playfully. “Nuh uh, don’t look at me like that, baby girl. We can come home and have our fun, but our son needs us and if you keep giving me that look I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You blinked and laughed, coming over to smack his bicep. “I’m not feral, for God’s sake, I’m just appreciating my boyfriend’s body! There’s nothing wrong with that.” You smirked at him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips, then went to the dresser to take out the clothes you planned on changing into. “You gonna wear that sexy little sports bra I love so much?” he asked with a hopeful smile, and you giggled softly, taking it out. “Hm? Is that what you call behaving?”

“Yes. Misbehaving would be insisting you go without a bra on at all.” He pointed out with a cheeky smirk, and you wrinkled your nose at the thought, though couldn’t help but giggle again. “Okay, okay, get dressed. I can hear Dodger practically going into depression out there.” You changed into aforementioned sports bra, a loose workout tank top, and your favorite pair of Nike shorts. Looking over at him, you almost wanted to let out another pleased sigh. All he was wearing was a tight tee, workout pants, and a Red Sox baseball cap, but damn he looked good, especially with his bulging muscles. “You forgot this, sweetheart,” he commented, taking the matching cap he had bought for you and placing it on your head. While his was black with a red B, yours was black with a pink one. You smiled and adjusted it before humming thoughtfully. “We should probably pack a backpack, yeah? Water for all three of us, snacks, and some treats for him.” He followed you with his arms wrapped around you, taking his steps outside your own with a goofy smile. “You’re such a good mama. I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” He mumbled into your neck and you chuckled softly, murmuring playfully in response, “Now how about you propose to me first and then we’ll talk about it?”

He laughed as he pulled back to get Dodger’s leash and harness. “Oh, it’s happening, baby doll, but you can’t rush me. I need it to be absolutely perfect. And as of right now, that’s all you’re going to hear about it. Can’t ruin the surprise.” You smiled, shaking your head to yourself as you gathered water bottles, a portable water bowl for Dodger, his bag of treats, and a few granola bars into a backpack. “Well, you better hurry before I change my mind,” you teased, and he scoffed in response as he managed to put the harness on the dog’s squirming, wiggling body. “You’re stuck with me for life, babe, you know that by now.”

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You sighed in pure bliss as you sat upon the grassy peak of land, staring out at the small waterfall pouring out into a river underneath. The two of you had found an isolated spot along the way to sit and relax, and Dodger seemed to love it too as he rolled around in the grass and basked in the sunlight beaming down. Chris leaned back as he adjusted his cap, smiling in satisfaction. “I wish we could do this more often, baby,” he murmured, looking towards you, and you nodded your head with a wistful sigh. “Me too. It’s so beautiful here, I feel like we never get to go outside anymore.” He nodded as he moved to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on top of yours. “I know. Maybe it’s time I take a step back.” You blinked, glancing up at him. “What? From acting? Babe, you don’t need to do that. You love acting.” He sighed and kissed your head mumbling, “But I also love you. And our little bubba over here.” He playfully reached over to grab the dog and roll him over to his side, rubbing his belly roughly. “I want to be able to see you guys more often.”

You smiled, appreciating his sentiment, but hummed softly as you took his hands in yours and squeezed them lightly. “Chris, as great as that would be, I know you. You’d go crazy if you didn’t have a script in your hand, a role lined up-- a camera to be in front of.” You chuckled softly, lazily bringing his fingers up to your mouth to kiss them gently. “It’s your passion. And that’s not a bad thing. We still make our relationship work anyways, and me and Dodger appreciate the time you already do put in for us. If you want to take a break, that’s okay, but nothing permanent. I won’t let you, got it?”

He smiled as he listened to you, suddenly hugging you tighter to him. “I love you so much, Y/N. You know that?” You smiled as you nuzzled into him, tilting your head up to kiss at his bearded chin. “I love you too Chris.”

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Bedtime was one of your favorite times of the day when Chris was home. Or, to be exact, getting ready for bed. After catching a nice, hot shower together and brushing your teeth while making funny faces in the mirror with the black charcoal toothpaste you had recently brought smeared all over your lips and teeth, it was now time to let Dodger know it was time for bed. “Hey bubba! C’mon, bubba, time to sleep. Go get your lion.” Chris leaned down to playfully pat the canine’s bum and you giggled as you watched the dog scamper towards the living room, picking up his cherished lion in his mouth. He trotted back to the bedroom happily, jumping up onto the bed and making himself comfortable. 

The two of you were now snuggled in bed in pajamas with Netflix on TV, Dodger curled up in between both of you practically passed out. Of course, though, if one of you were to get up to even simply use the bathroom or get water, he’d immediately be up on his feet again, wagging his tail making sure that nobody was playing or doing anything fun without him. You smiled fondly as you stroked his fur lovingly; Chris had made an excellent choice when he had picked him at the shelter, and you were sure you would both be adopting even more dogs down the road once both of you had more time. 

You were in a state of comfortable silence; one thing you loved about Chris was that while the two of you loved to talk and actually do things, you could also simply relax. There was never any pressure to keep conversation going or to keep each other entertained. You found pleasure in each other’s mere presence, and this was why you were convinced you could spend the rest of your life with this man.

You glanced over to him after about fifteen minutes, sensing he had been quite still. As you suspected, his head was slightly tilted, his eyes closed as he breathed evenly in his slumber. You giggled softly, carefully leaning over to turn off the lamp before settling down in bed, gently guiding his body down as well. He barely grunted and shifted, but soon naturally turned to wrap his strong arms around you, Dodger included. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to each of their heads before resting your head on the pillow, soon to slip off into dreamland yourself.

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The Return- Part 9

Disclaimer: Im so sorry for keeping you guys waiting, but Ive been trying to figure out my new schedule and had literally no time to write anything down 😬 This part contains lots of angst and honestly I don't feel like its the best🤣 I want to thank y'all for all the love and support💕☺️And forgive me in advance for this is 100% gonna be utter shit😭🙏🏽 So don't kill me😅

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Warnings: Angst, Violence, bad grammar + spelling.😂

Your POV

“My wife...” At Ivar’s words you had felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, crumpled, and stomped on by him right in front of you. You just looked at the blonde beauty and thought about how perfect she was and how you could have never compared to her. “(Y/n), are you alright? You seem pale and quite unwell.” Freydis says to you with what would seem as genuine concern in her eyes. Your mind was at a loss for words, something that did not happen often to you anymore. You didn't know whether it could've been out fo jealousy or if out of shock and what seemed like a flare of anger rising in you. “Just a little light headed, that's all. Anyways, are you alright if we go up to the castle now? Or are there anymore people on the ship?” You say through gritted teeth and a fake smile on your face. Freydis exchanges a look with Ivar and he then turns to you with a smile on his face nodding. As the three of you turn to walk towards the hill leading to the castle, you noticed how Freydis gushed over Ivar in front of you. Occasionally she would turn and pretend to admire her surroundings and meet your eyes trying to show off. You promised yourself that for the love of your siblings and family that you would go along with the facade and pretend as if you didn't want to kill her every time she clung onto him like that. But it was proving much harder than you had initially thought. “Freydis, I would like a moment to talk to (y/n). You can continue making your way to the castle with a few of my men, just be careful love.” You heard Ivar say to her as his lips grazed hers. 

Why had you been so jealous? You were happily married now to Arthur and had 2 beautiful children by him. As you would not let yourself think otherwise as to who the possibility of who the father could be. Not paying attention to Ivar or his “wife” you kept looking out towards the gardens and the townspeople. Your body is then whisked around rapidly by your so called “brother” and you come face to face for the first time in 4 years. “Why?” “Why what Ivar?” You say rolling your eyes at him trying to avoid this touchy subject. “You know exactly what!” He says pulling you off to the side and out of hearing range of anyone around. “How could you keep my children away from me!” 

Ivar says as his grips tightens on your arms, surely to leave a bruise. Back then you would have cowered with fear at his tone of voice. But now you were a queen and Arthur had made you realize that no one not even himself could ever trample over you again! “First of all, you are not the king here and you DO NOT! Call the shots!” You say gripping his hand and forcing it to unclasp your arm. “Secondly, my children have a father and his name is Arthur Pendragon. The King of this land and I am his queen and I will not have you disrespect him with such blasphemous words leaving your mouth!” You say to him, with as much venom as you could muster laced into your words. His eyes showed shock and admiration in them. Surely in his mind he thought about how much you had changed and how the once scared girl that graced the land of Kattegat was now gone. Ivar knew the answer to his question though. You could not bare to let him in on the fact that you had bared him children, it would have placed everyone you cared for in the danger you had placed so far away from you. Not waiting for him to answer and get his words together you turn around and leave him behind in the dust. Walking away you felt empowered and for the first time like you had the control over him and it felt good.

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Making your way through the halls of the castle you finally reach the hall to see everybody gathered and chatting with each other. Marjorie notices you enter and springs quickly from Arthur’s lap and makes a bee line for your arms. “Mama! You're just in time, Uncle Bjorn is telling us stories of when you were my age. Frankly you were quite boring, but it’s okay you’ve gotten a wee bit more fun!”  She said as she clung around your neck. This child you say as you internally roll your eyes. She could always leave a whole room without words in seconds. But it was a quality that you were quite fond of. Carrying Marjorie in your arms you made your way towards Arthur and sat beside him. Marjorie then jumps from your arms to Arthurs lap and starts to play with the buttons on his jacket. Marjorie adored her father and it was evident to everyone who would look their way. Especially Ivar who sulked and gritted his teeth every time his eyes laid on her playing with Arthur. 

Arthur lived to serve our children, but Marjorie was his mini-me. However, Erik was all mine. At that I call Erik away from the candies I know that he so desperately wants to eat, but that I will not let him. This boy is hyper enough as it is and I cannot handle so much excitement and emotions today. His little eyes turn to me pleading for a small bite of the sweets that are bestowed upon him. However, I am firm in my decision and although disappointed he makes his way to me with a huge smile on his face and his arms outstretched. Holding him in my arms I cannot resist, but spin him around as we both giggle and fall to the floor in a fit of laughter. “You're an exceptional mother (y/n), I always knew you would be.” Bjorn says whilst looking toward me with tears brimming in his eyes. “I feel incredibly proud of you for pushing past all the horrible things that have been placed in front of you and you coming out on top.” At that tears begin to form in mine. “Ok, Ok. No more crying. I feel as if there has been enough of that in our lives to last us the rest of them.” Hvitserk says whilst laughing. At his comment everyone laughs and that is when Sara enters the hall. “Your highness it is time for their majesties’ lessons.” She says whilst bowing her head. At that Erik and Marjorie stand up and rush towards her. They loved Sara and treated her as if she were their older sister. In fact she was Mira’s younger sister who was sent to me by Gisela when she found out about my pregnancy. I could not have asked for a better tutor for my children. Saying my goodbyes to them I turn to walk towards my husband, but come to notice a certain look on a certain bear like man. Bjorn’s eyes hold an astonished look of admiration and adoration. The look of a man who's been taken to heaven and does not wish to come back. 

Arthur taps my knee to grab my attention, but he notices what Ive just witnessed and a smirk is displayed on his face. “It seems that our little Sara has caught your interest, Bjorn?” Arthur says playfully to him. “Yes, it appears to be so. Ive never met such a beautiful woman in my life.” Bjorn says still in what seems to be a trans like state of some kind. “Bjorn, surely you’ve met more beautiful women than a simple tutor and maid, have you not?” Freydis says from Ivar’s side. Her comments made by blood boil, which Arthur noticed and took quick action against. He placed his arms around my shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into my ears. He then lays one of his hands on my lap, to then which I place my hands on his, holding him ever close to us.

The way she caresses his hair and the way she positions herself beside him is bothersome to me. It goes to show that Freydis is a woman that will do anything to keep him, even if that a means worshipping him like a God. Trying to lighten the mood and ease the tension that quickly seems to be building up. Arthur asks about Kattegat and how it has been since we left. What we didn't know was that at this very moment just a few feet away was the person who would bring about sorrow and grief everywhere they went. Especially to me.

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Bjorn’s POV

When Arthur asked about the current state of Kattegat, my hands balled into fists. Not by his question, but because the ruin of Kattegat had come with us to England. “Well, it could be better, but I will not ruin our visit with such an ill subject.” I reply in a tone in which everyone understands that the subject matter at hand should not be one to be discussed. At the moment (y/n) decides to turn the attention upon Ivar and his new wife. It was obvious that she was hurt by it, however knowing my sister she would never admit that to a soul. She was moodier then I could remember her being, but it could just be the fact that people in England are moodier then everyone. “When and how did this come about, and why had we not heard sooner about this union Ivar. Where you hiding your wife from me? Or did you simply want to take us by surprise when you brought your whore to a place where my children reside? Huh!” (Y/n) says while she stands up, rage very much evident in her eyes. 

At that the room became silent and servants who seemed shocked and outright astonished by the fact that (y/n) was behaving this way. Arthur stood up from his throne and pulled her body into his as a way to try to calm her down, but we knew that it would not be so easy. “Control yourself (y/n), please. This is not good for you and you know it. The doctor said you should rest and not become stressed. Please I beg of you, listen to me and stand down.” Arthur whispers into her ear. After what seems like ages (y/n) looks down and Arthur softens his hold on her. A quiet Im sorry leaves her lips and she walks out of the room towards what seems to be her quarters. I would have to check up on her, this was very unsalted behaviour for her and it worried me.

 Arthur clears his throat and asks the servants to shows us to our rooms, but not before asking Ivar to stay behind. “Ivar, please stay. I would like to have a word with you and apologize for my wife’s behaviour towards you both.” As everyone moves Freydis seems to stay in her place by Ivar’s side. Obviously not getting the fact that she was not part of the conversation that was to be had. “Alone.” Arthur says while facing the window and his back to them. Something that I knew bothered Ivar very much...Authority and power which he could do nothing about. 

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Arthur’s POV

“So, what is it that you wanted to speak to me about, besides your wife’s ridiculous outburst?...Your majesty.” Ivar says through gritted teeth. Turning around I keep my face stoic as ever, however all I wanted was to punch this man in the face for all the pain and suffering he had not only caused my wife, but her people as well. I had heard of Ivar’s actions against his people from my spies in Kattegat and from Bjorn himself. I knew that the once respect that I held for this man had gone out the window the moment he started burning everyone who opposed him. “Come, I wish to show you something out on the balcony.” I say to him as I walk without waiting for his reply. I can feel his eyes burning holes into my skull, but I care not for this as I have more pressing matters at hand. 

Stepping out onto the balcony I look over the lands that had been bestowed upon me by my father. “These lands, were given to me by my father, who which in turn got them from his father, and so on. One day when (y/n) and I are gone these lands shall go to Erik or Marjorie... Our children.” In this moment Ivar scoffs and I could see him roll his eyes at me. “Your children? We both know who damn well! Fathered those children Arthur! It wouldn't take much to see the resemblance between us!” He yells at my direction. “I invited you to my home so that my wife would be able to see her family once again away from the dangers of Kattegat! But I now see that it was a mistake to invite you here. Erik and Marjorie are not and will never be yours! And on top of that you come with a “wife” who's sole purpose of your marriage was to get your mind off of my wife! MY WIFE! Whom shall never be yours!” I yell at him as my patience wears thin. Unable to hold back the anger and resentment I feel towards him anymore, I grab him by the collar and push him towards the railing. Grabbing him so that he may not fall, but just enough to try and scare him. 

However, I underestimated him and feel my footing quickly fall from beneath me. Ivar then lunges himself on top of me and begins to throw punches left and right. I dodge and fight back as much as I can, but he is able to get a couple of punches in. Spotting an opportunity I quickly flip us over and start punching him for everything he has done. At this point I see red and fear that there will be nothing to stop me from killing him. Except my wife. “Arthur! Let him go! What are you doing!” She says as she runs towards us. In that moment I forgot about ivar and stared at my wife, but it only took a second for Ivar to kick me and cause me to crash against the railing itself. “Ugh!” Before I could lunge myself at him (y/n) threw herself in front of him. And I stopped dead in my tracks. How could I have been so foolish to think that she could have ever loved me back. To think that we could have actually had something. NO! She will always choose him, she will always choose Ivar. 

Your POV

I couldn't let them go on. I couldn’t let my husband kill the man that I once loved. No matter how much he deserved it, but Arthur didn't understand that. He didn't understand that I had put Ivar behind me and that now all I wanted and all I needed was him. Arthur looked like as if his world had been flipped upside down and like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, by me. Shaking his head he looks down and heads inside. Not before stopping and turning around to face Ivar one last time. “If you ever utter the words that Erik and Marjorie are yours, I will not hesitate to kill you on the spot. Im done showing mercy and being the fool.” And with that he walks inside bloodied and leaving me astonished. “(y/n), I...” “Shut up! Just shut up! How dare you! Did I not warn you that something like this would happen! You need to stop Ivar, Erik and Marjorie are not yours and will never be! Arthur has been the father that they need and deserve. You on the contrary will never be their father, because all you do is bring me pain!” I yell at him through the tears that fall down my face like a cascade. 

“How could I have proven to you that I could be great father, when you didn't even give me a chance! I gave you a way out of the situation you were in! I told you that we could have run away together and lived together as a family away from it all. But you! You decided that I wasn't good enough for you!” He says standing up from the ground cradling his side, obviously showing that Arthur had got in a good punch or two. “I couldnt have and you know it! Floki he...” I begin to say before I stop myself and think about that night. “What! What did he say to you (y/n)! What lies are you gonna spew out about the only man that has ever cared for me my entire life!” He says getting extremely close to me, his eyes showing hints of a side to him that I had never come across but had heard from the gossip and read from the letters Bjorn sent to Arthur. “Your precious Floki threatened me with your life and that of everyone who is close to me, if I didn't leave Kattegat! So yes! Blame me Ivar for being so selfish that I placed your life and the lives of everyone I cared about before my own!” With that I left Ivar standing there in the balcony by himself, just like I had left him that night 4 years ago.

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1 month ago...

“What do you need of me, my queen?” Freydis said to Aslaug. “Ivar and his brothers shall be visiting England fairly soon and I will need you to be my eyes and ears into everything that occurs there. I wish to know exactly what (y/n) and her husband have been up to, I hear that their union had been blessed with children. Find out more about them and if you ever get a chance, take this.” Aslaug says as she pull out a vial. “This will ensure your reign as Queen of Kattegat and will finally put an end to that Christian child. I do not care of she's miles away, while she breathes Ivar will never be yours. And he will never grow to be the man that I wish him to be.” Aslaug says with a cold heart and an even colder face. “But, she's of no danger to me. Ivar is mine and he always will be, its been fated by the gods themselves.” Freydis says giving the vile back. In that moment Floki comes out from the shadows. “I have lost all whom I care about, because of (y/n). Ragnar, Bjorn, Ivar and Helga have all turned their back on me because of her. I was forced to kill my own wife because of what she did in order to save this child. And you too will lose, if you do not comply with our demands.” He says whilst placing the vial back into Freydis’ palm. “You must do this if not for us, then for Ivar and all of the gods.” 

“I will...”

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Vibe Check

Master List

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“Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Seoul, South Korean; the revolutionary girl group under Infinity Entertainment; Hybrid!” The 6 members made their way onto the stage, Amber, Rita, Isabella, Kohaku, Elizabata, and finally you. Taehyung paused his video, his heart was barely able to handle even seeing you. You came in at the end, being the leader and the oldest, in parachute pants covered in French news articles and a tube top with a large moon on it. You wore your usual smirk, your trademark look, and where he had paused the video, your entire face lit up his phone screen. 

When Tae had first heard of your group it was because of the controversy the existence caused in the Korean music industry. Every single member of the group was only half Korean. Woo Amber was half Egyptian, Rita Lee-Smyth was Canadian, Choi Isabella was half Puerto Rican, Fujioka Kohaku was Japanese, and Min Elizabata was Italian. You hadn't said what your other half was, and that mystery, combined with your “say it like it is” personality, were what had shot your group to stardom. Tae wouldn't deny how good the music was, but the press behind the group was what really made you internationally popular. Adding to the controversy around you all, two of the members, Kohaku and Isabella were soulmates and had already been married at 19 when they debuted. You were always the first person to jump to their defense, and it often resulted in altercations, which Tae thought was amazing. This brash, hot-headed girl, was not only a leader but talented musician.  

Then there was the mark.

He had seen your soul mate mark before, the initials KTH scripted onto your ribs, in the same spot his was. Kim Taehyung was certain you were soul mates, but he had never gotten the chance to meet you.

He snuggled further into his pillow, pressing play on the video, eyes remaining firmly fixed on you as you performed your song.

“Oh my god, ladies! That was amazing!” The interviewer gasped. “Ladies and gentlemen one more time for Hybrid!” You and your girls bowed, before taking your seats across from the interviewer. You were sat in the back row, on the end, so you could keep an eye on everyone. “For those of you out there who don't know, Hybrid is known for two very important things; they are the first kpop group where every member is only half Korean, and rumor has it that their leader, Y/n, is the sassiest in the industry. What do you think of that?” You let out a dry laugh at the man's words.

“I think if all you know about us is my leadership and our ethnicities, you clearly didn't do your research.” You told the man, which earned a small 'oooh' from the crowd.

“What do you mean?”

“Hybrids sits at number 4 in album sales this week, behind huge bands such as BTS, EXO, and BlackPink. We debuted only a year ago and are performing during MAMA's in Hong Kong in a few weeks. Our net worth is already in the millions, US dollar. Kohaku represents brands like Valentino and Alexander McQueen. Elizabata has her own makeup line. Amber is about to debut as an actor.” You stated. “And that's only some of the things we do.”

“I didn't peg you as a braggart.” The interviewer snapped. You smiled, almost sickly sweet.

“Oh, I'm just telling you the facts. Fact is, we are so much more than our parent's love stories. You have the opportunity to talk about things like fashion, music, love, inspirations. So let's talk about that.” Tae's heart swelled at your words, the way you spoke always stole his heart.

“Well, then let's talk about that. Amber, you're about to star in a drama called, “Face of the Rising Sun”, can you tell us anything about that, what was it like working with such big names during your first ever show?” Your group spoke for a while about the things you had brought up, Liz's makeup, Haku working as a model, and finally, the last question that piqued Tae's interest.

“So we have a fan question, and they want to know, do you have any secret projects in the works?” All the girls shifted to look at you, and you grinned.

“I have a little something cooking with a BTS member.” You teased and Tae shot up from his bed, making Yeontan bark.

“What? Which one?” He shouted.

“I've been very good friends with Suga of BTS for a few years, we met when I was a Big Hit trainee.”

Tae paused his video and let out a small scream. He bolted from his room, searching the mostly empty apartment for his hyung. Yoongi was found in the kitchen, eating and scrolling on his phone.

“Hyung!” Tae shouted, making Yoongi jump and drop his phone in his rice.

“What?” He grumbled, picking the rice off his phone.

“When were you gonna tell me you knew my potential soul mate?” Tae cried, draping himself across the table.

“Who?”

“Y/n”

“Oh, I thought you knew. We're gonna be performing together at the MAMA's.” He shrugged, making Tae let out a whine.

“No fair. Do I get to meet her?”

“I'll figure something out.” Yoongi smiled, patting Tae's head. “Can I finish my food now?”

~~ “What are you saying?” You asked into the phone, as you warmed up. It was only a few days before MAMA's and Yoongi had called to tell you the song you were supposed to perform together was being sung by another member.

“I know its a bit last minute, but I hate dancing and he already knows the choreo. Namjoon agreed with me that the song suits his voice better than it suits mine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes.

“You are so lucky he knows the choreo, I expect him to be an expert for the show.”

“Aren't you going to be practicing with him?” You huffed at his words, falling flat on your back.

“We are still in America until the day before the show, he's running it with a double. I'll literally be home 18 hours before the show.”

“Jeez, well rest well, and stay healthy.”

“You too, oppa. Bye.”

“Bye.” You let out another groan, tossing your phone away. “Kim Taehyung, you'd better be just as amazing as everyone says.”

~~

The show was going without a hitch. Suga and Rm were right, his voice suited the song well, and he knew the rather simple choreo like the back of his hand. Neither of you could keep your eyes off each other. He kept staring when you'd rap your parts, and you'd find yourself stuck in his beauty as he sang. The final move in the song was the only time you would touch. He'd be facing the crowd and you'd be facing him, slightly staggered to the crowd could still see him, chests almost touching, and your fingers in his hair.

The moment you touched his skin, a shock wave erupted through your body. Your eyes immediately found each other's and for a moment you both just stared. With a slight tremble, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to yours.

And the crowd went wild.

**Bonus**

The following morning your phone was buzzing so frantically you thought it was going to explode.

“MAMA's prove eventful as Kim Taehyung finds his soul mate.”

“Hybrid! Leader Y/n and BTS Visual V shock audience with a heated onstage kiss”

“Next Hyuna and E'Dawn? BTS V and Hybrid! Y/n onstage kiss, full video”

You laughed at the headlines, looking through all the tweets sent your direction.

“@HybridY/n was that scripted?” You grinned at the tweet and decided to make more headlines.

“No.”

Your phone immediately began buzzing again and you couldn't help but laugh.

“So, are you always this blunt, or is it just for show?” Tae asked, leaning on the breakfast bar across from you. The pair of you had ended up back at your private apartment following the show and you knew it was only a matter of time before people realized that.

“I don't change when I'm onstage vs off.” You shrugged. “And it doesn't matter what people say about me, as long as I'm happy, I don't care.” He came around the bar, and your looped your fingers through his belt loops to pull him closer.

“Then are you happy?”

“I found my soul mate last night. Why wouldn't I be?” You confessed. “I just have to thank Suga for wimping out.”

“Hey, he did that for me.”

“Well then, thank you for making Suga wimp out,” You laughed.

“You're welcome.”

[rin-rue]

Dangerous

Chapter 6 (End)

Pairing: Kris Wu x Reader

POV: Third person

Summary: Kris was a bad boy that everyone knew was trouble, but you save him and fall in love, until he leaves you while running from the police.

Warning: None

A/N- This is an old fanfic I wrote when Kris was still in EXO-M.. I hope you enjoy! The chapters are pretty short sorry. Also sorry for the terrible writing, I was probably 14-15 when I wrote this lol and haven’t bothered to change anything.

Credits to owners of pictures and gifs

[[Kris's POV]]

Her eyes flick down and then back at me. Red stained her shirt. "(Y/N)?!" Two men start walking towards the house as I help her move behind the kitchens island.

"Give me your belt." I unhook my belt at command and pass her it. "I have two hand guns-ah damn it-"she pulls the belt tightly around her arm. "-sorry um the guns a-are in my red bag." She pulls me with her as she runs for the bedroom. "Lock the door." I do as I'm told and soon she's giving me a gun. "You do know how use one right?"

"Um...it can't be too hard to use can it?" As I said this a loud crash comes from the front of the house.

"Kris stay here, I'll go first."

"I can't let you do that." I grab onto her wrist.

"Oh for the love of God would you let me do this." She pulls away " I'm trying to help you live." And with that she sneaks out of the room. I wait quietly beside the door; I mentally kick myself for not helping (Y/N). I should be out with her not here by the sidelines... I'm helpless. *BANG BANG* I hear a loud scream that made me freeze in a cold sweat. It couldn't of been (Y/N), it was too deep sounding. I creep the door open a crack and see somebody dragging a body into a room. I walk out and with a sly run I bust into the room and suddenly (Y/N) has a gun to my head. "Frig Kris! I could've killed you!" She drops the gun and sighs as she continues to tie up the man she dragged in. "Eric is still loose around the house... he's a ruthless killer and will not show mercy to anyone. He's killed entire families with out a thought...Kris I'm sorry this is happening to you...I really am..." I grab her and kiss her roughly.

"For better or for worse right?" She smiles and hugs me.

"Now let's get outta here." She picks up her gun and slowly inches into the dimly lit hallway.

I follow her as she leads us outside. "Okay Kris we're gonna make a break for the main highway...if he's watching us, which I know he is, he'll come after me first." She leans up and kisses me softly "I love you..." she whispers.

"I love you too." I take her hand in mine as we both take a deep breath. She lets of my hand runs up the dirt lane while I go running into the thick and dark woods. It was damp and smelt of decaying leaves; it wasn't the best smell, rather quite hurt my nose to be honest, but I couldn't slow down...I was being hunted.

[[Narration]]

As you run up the dirt lane you could hear somebody running towards you. You run faster but your legs were about to give out. You were losing a lot of blood; you felt faint. Suddenly you tripped over a tree root and went tumbling down hard on the ground. You screamed out in pain; you had landed on your bleeding shoulder. "Now now (Y/N), don't get up." It was Eric he was now standing over you. You reached for your gun but he kicked it away and grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up to meet his face. Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"Eric p-please-"

"What you're begging? I thought the famous (Y/N) would never beg for anyone. Oh how the mighty have fallen." He laughs as he pushes you further into the dirt. You scream out in pain and curl into a ball. Tears rush down your face and a small pool of blood starts to form around you. You see Eric turn and ruffle his hair as he stretches continues to talk.

You hear branches crackling behind you. You turn and see Kris crouching beside a bush with his finger to his lips. He slides his gun to you lightly and you grab it. "...so I'll find a nice spot to-hey are you listening?!-What are you-!? ARGH" you press the trigger and a bullet destroys Eric's chest. Tears are brimming his eyes as he crumbles to the ground. Kris runs and picks you up in his arms.

"You did it babe." He kisses you on the forehead. Kris takes you inside and lays you on the couch, by now you were bleeding out heavily and could barely stay conscious."Hey! Don't you dare shut your eyes, I just called the ambulance. Stay awake till then." He sits beside you and holds you in his arms. Slowly your eyes fluttered shut and sleep came upon you. You had won.

~SIX YEARS LATER~

"Can you pass me her thingy?"

"What thingy?"

"The thingy for her teacher-the permission slip."

"Oh well why didn't you say that in the first place (Y/N)" Kris hands you your daughter's permission slip.

"There you go sweetie. Now give mama a kiss." Your daughter kisses you and then runs and jumps in Kris's arms.

"Can you give daddy a kiss?"

"No" she giggles.

"No? Well I'm gonna kiss you!" He laughs as he kisses her cheeks all over.

"Daddy ewwww" she laughs and then kisses Kris lightly on the cheek and he puts her down.

"Alright now get going before you miss the bus."

"Bye"

She runs out the door and onto the school bus. Kris hugs you from behind and leans his head on your shoulder. "I wonder how she's going to react when we tell her."

"I know she'll be happy. I can't wait!"

" Do you think it will be a boy or girl?"

"It doesn't matter to me...I'm so thankful for you both." He kisses me lightly on the cheek. "And soon our family of three will be four."

[maknaesdancersrappers]

🎶 All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time, the clock is ticking, so stay 🎶

a/n: not nct but when i hear this song i am reminded of this performance and i just :-(

-

It was inevitable.

It was Jaehyun’s dream to perform on stage; be an idol. When he was scouted, you were thrilled for him, but in the back of your mind: you were devastated.

At this point, his record is clean: he had good grades, a handsome face, a loving son, and a wide range of talents. But if any fans (or haters) dig any deeper, they would find you: the best friend.

Now, it wouldn’t really be much of a problem, but the thing is, you’re a girl and your relationship with Jaehyun can easily be translated into something more than what it seems.

You’re closer to him than anybody else. Close, to the point where skinship is natural when you’re alone with a group of friends or just with him. You had to deal with your friends teasing both of you, telling you two to date already, but you would roll your eyes and Jaehyun would laugh.

It didn’t help that when you were invited over to eat dinner, his mother, who was very vocal about not letting Jaehyun date so he could focus on study, casually slips into the conversation that you would make a great girlfriend for his son. You let out an awkward laugh, while Jaehyun whines in embarrassment.

You’ve never admitted to your feelings, because let’s face it, how can you not fall in love with Jung Jaehyun. But ever since he stormed into your room one day, excitedly telling you that he got casted by SM Entertainment, something inside you told you to confess.

The day after his audition, you hung out with him in their living room (since his mom still didn’t want him to be alone with a girl in his room) and picked at the hem of your skirt, listening to him recount what had happened during his audition.

“My body was so stiff during the dance! Why did I even choose EXO’s Mama?” He sighed, pouting a little but enough to showcase one of his dimples.

“I’m sure you did fine, Jae.” You glance up at him to offer an assuring smile before dropping your attention back to your skirt.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, “I just thought that once you start training to be an idol, you won’t have time for any of us and we’ll miss you.”

“I haven’t passed yet. There’s a chance I won’t get in.”

“You will.”

“Not with the dance I did.”

You roll your eyes at him, “That’s why you train: to improve on skills. Look, I still have to study for English. I should probably go.”

“Don’t leave yet~” He juts his lower lip out, “You’re top in class for English! You don’t have to study! Stay a little while longer.”

You were ready to deny him, but you realize that if he does pass his auditions, you won’t get to spend time with him anymore. 

So you stayed.

A few weeks later, Jaehyun had practically demanded to come over to your house after your extracurricular activities in school through a series of messages and stickers on kakao.

When you open the door for him, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you, “I passed!”

“What?” You were a little too distraught from his actions.

“I passed SM! I’ll start training in a few days and I’ll be moving into the dorms with other trainees in the next week and--hey, hey, why are you crying?”

You wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t pointed it out. Your vision was blurry and your hot tears left a wet, cool trail down your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you stuttered out, “I, I’m, uh, just happy for you.”

He frowns, wiping your cheeks with his sweaters sleeve. “You don’t sound happy.”

There was no point trying to fool him, so you shrug your shoulders and admit it: “I’m gonna miss you.”

Jaehyun looks at you, a sad smile on his lips. He pulls you into a hug and you bury your face at the crook of his neck, letting yourself quietly sob. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

“I thought I wouldn’t cry, but I guess my emotions got the best of me.” You sniffed, “You know, the other guys would joke around and plot on how to keep you from going.”

He pulls away, a little amused. “Really? What did they say?”

“You can’t play your stupid computer games.”

“I can live without that.”

“You’ll be forced to diet and you can’t eat as much as you’re used to.”

He snorts at this, “I can adapt, [Y/N]. Besides, losing weight can mean losing these cheeks.”

His cheeks have always been puffy since he was a baby and they haven’t left his face ever since.

“What?! No!” You cup his cheeks and lightly push them together, “I love your cheeks the most!”

Jaehyun laughs, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching at your admonition.

You, however, caught yourself in the moment, seeing how he’s bent down a little so you can hold his face properly. It only needed a slight elevation on your part to...

“Hey, hey! You’re doing it again. What’s wrong?” He grabs your hands when you let them fall, your eyes settling on his chest to avoid his worried gaze.

“Jae,” You croak out, “Would I be... selfish if I told you...”

that I love you?

Of course you couldn’t say that. You might know Jaehyun, but you don’t know how he would react to it. If he doesn’t feel the same, you can live with that, he’ll be leaving either way, so it’ll be easy for you to move on. But what if the feeling is mutual? What would he do? Would he try to make it work or would he drop his dreams for you. The last option was probably the worst. You don’t want to be in the way of his dreams.

“Tell me what, [Y/N]?” He whispers, breaking you from your train of thought.

Your eyes are misty again when you meet his, lips slightly trembling. He gently squeezes your hands to urge you to tell him.

“If I told you to stay,” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “Uhm, just a little longer... to sing me to sleep?” The corner of your lip twitches. “It’s been a while since you have and it would mean a lot if you did just one last time.”

Jaehyun smiles at you, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears that began to cascade down your face once again without your knowledge. “There’s nothing selfish about that.”

So he stayed.

-

a/n: my heart is weak unu

[femikpop]

Dream Performance

Tittle: Dream Performance Words: 1K Pairing: Mia/Taemin; 10th Member of EXO Summary: Mia performes with Taemin to his song ‘Move’ at MAMA 2017. 

If you would aks Mia who’s her crush from famous people, her first answer would be Lee Taemin. Well maybe second, because Dylan O’Brien would take the first place (she’s really into american TV shows). She really adores him and is in awe of everything that he does. Every song, music video is a masterpiece for her and she just really wants to see him succeed. 

Having Jongin, her group mate, being close friends with Taemin wasn’t the best thing in the word. He would always tease Mia about it, knowing she was getting more and more flustrated. The truth is Jongin invited Mia numerous times to join him, Taemin and few other people, when they were going out, but she’d always say no. She just didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of her crush.

Sometimes she would wonder how could anybody, especially girls, be around Taemin. He is such a sweetheard, but it is really hard to look away from him. Mia felt like there’s nobody in the world that could possibly hate him. Or it would be easier to pick people that love him rather than then the opposite.

Of course Mia had his phone number. No, they didn’t text to each other or call, but they exchanged the numbers few years ago just in case. You know, it’s one of those situations, that you have something, you don’t use it, but you won’t throw it away. So you would now get why Mia was shocked and a little scared, when she saw a missed call from a ID named ‘Taemin’. 

Her first thought was that something happened to Jongin and Taemin couldn’t get to Junmyeon, so he caller her. Still in shock, she called back and when he picked up with his calm voice, Mia thought to herself that something is up and it’s a weird situation. Then when he was talking about their relationship, that technically didn’t exist, it was getting a little bit more suspicious, but she was still listening. When he got to the MAMA performance, that would be soon, and got out of himself question ‘would you like to join me in my performance?’, Mia was speechless.

It was like she left her voice somewhere else, in other room. Her eyes were wide open and phone fell on the floor. The sound woke her up a little bit. She immediately picked it up and put it near her ear.

‘O-of course.’, she answered, trying to sound cool, even if she knew, that he knew how excited she was. ‘What kind of performance will it be? What song?’, she asked even if she was pretty sure that the song was ‘Move’. But again, she was trying to be cool.

‘I’m so glad!’, Mia heard Taemin say. ‘The song we’re gonna perform is Move and I was thinking, that you would join me at the end with a little duo dance. WHat do you think about it?’, he asked.

‘Great! That sounds fantastic!’, Mia ansered immediately. Her voice was a little higher that usual and she was regretting it a little bit. 

Their stage was literally one minute long and she wasn’t this nervous in her whole career. Thruth be told that she’s not that long in the industry, but that’s still something. Before the performance Mia got to talk a little bit to Taemin about it and he assered her that everything will be okay and she will be amazing just as they practised.

Mia was also a little bit scared of fans and boys reaction. Because let’s be real here, the dance was sexy. There wasn’t too much moves or touching one another, but the atmosphere was hot and sensual. She already knew that they won’t like it as much as she will. Of course she did sexy dances with Kai or Lay or even Sehun during their tours, but it was different. This time they had to watch their girl, dancing with other man. It was like she was cheating on them. Or this is how they felt at least.

Thourgh the whole performance Mia tried to not even look in the idols’ direction, she avoided every pair of eyes till the end. And as she and Taemin both were standing at the very end, facing each other with heavy breaths, she sould finally let smile come to her face. She survived the whole performance. Performance that she will remember till the day she dies.

‘You were so good.’, Taemin whispered to Mia, after he pulled her into a tight hug. At first she was shocked, but then embraced him.

The whole was to the seating section was just like she was walking on clouds. Everything was so great in that moment and her walk was a little bouncy. As soon as she sat nect to Jongin, she leaned on him and higged him from the side.

‘Thank you.’, she said thought the music playing from other artist on stage.

‘What do you mean?’, Jongin turned to her with confused face.

‘I know you said to Taemin to invite me into this performance.’, Mia answered still holding into him. Jongin just laughed and put and arm around her shoulder.

‘It’s nothing.’, he said and placed a small kiss of her temple. ‘And you were amazing there. Congratulations, Mi.’

masterlist

[noonachronicles]

Appa

Kim Jun-myeon/ Suho X Reader

Word Count  - 2.6k

Genre - Fluff , Family!AU

Warnings - None

A/N - This was originally a request for @noona-clock and I decided to save it as a part 2 birthday surprise for B! Okay… but honestly, I am so sorry? I feel like it’s not usually what people expect when they ask for Family/Father!Idol fluff but I don’t know what happened. I got really carried away thinking about Suho taking care of his kid and then it turned into this… Enjoy!? I hope!

One and a half years. One and a half years of late nights and no sleep. One and half years of breastfeeding and inconvenient pump and dumps in the seriously small bathroom stalls at work. One and a half years of diaper changes and cleaning up puke…and your son decided that his first word was going to be appa.

Not to be mistaken, you were thrilled that your little one was growing and that you’d reached a huge milestone in his life. That could not be denied. That undeniable joy you felt just happened to be a little bittersweet.

“Did you hear that?” Junmyeon asked every time your chubby cheeked little man would sputter out the word. Which was often, as if the boy refused to learn any other word.

“Yep, I heard.” You’d smile through the tiniest heartache.

It was worth it, as much as you hated to admit, to see the unrelenting smile that had spread across Junmyeon’s face and would not be replaced. He worked hard for the two of you. Exhausting hours, weeks away from his family at a time. Somehow, after all that, he’d come home and hear that one little word and his whole face would light up. His gorgeous almond eyes disappearing into crescent moons with every single, appa, that passed your sons lips.

Hurriedly you grabbed your overnight bag and your purse. Junmyeon stood just out of your path, your son sitting on his hip watching you curiously as you burned a trail into the hardwood floor.

“You’re sure you’re going to be okay?” You asked again.

“I’m positive. It’s barely two days.” Junmyeon said, but your mind was already elsewhere.

Listing off the things you needed to bring and needed done in your head and on your fingers. “Okay. I left the phone number of the hotel I’m at on the fridge. I used the magnet with the doctors phone number on it, which you should have in your phone, but just in case. All you have to do is drop him off at the daycare this morning. My sister will pick him up and meet you back here with him and then you just do the same thing tomorrow morning. I’ll be home super early the morning after, but I should be fine to take him to daycare, I’ll probably just sleep on the plane. There’s milk in the fridge for today and in the freezer for tomorrow, just pull out the bottles from the freezer before bed tonight so it’s ready to go by the morning. I think that’s everything.”

“I’ll be fine. He’s my son too, you know. I know you do most of it but I remember how to parent.” He chuckled.

You took a deep breath and nodded, “I know, it’s just… I’ve never, this is my first time away from him since he was born. You’ve left plenty for work, but I’ve never not kissed him goodnight.”

“Are you gonna cry?” Junmyeon grinned.

“No!” You pouted and kicked him lightly on the shin. “Don’t be mean.”

“I love you.” He smiled once more and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your son leaned in pressed a sloppy wet one on your cheek.

“I love you too.” You smiled, throwing your bag strap over your shoulder, “Be good boys. No parties.”

“Daemyeon, please tell your mother to get out of here already.” Junmyeon laughed. “She’s stalling.”

“Appa!” The little boy smiled cheerfully.

“No!” You leaned in kissing his big soft cheeks. “Say eomma. Mama. Mommy. Mom…”

“Buh buh! Appa!” He said happily waving goodbye, fingers glistening with spit since he’d been sucking on his hand.

“Bye bye.” You sighed happily and pressed one last kiss against his rosy cheek. “I’ll miss you, my favorite guy in the whole world.”

“Ahem.” Junmyeon raised an eyebrow. You gave him a quick wink and a kiss and were on your way.

Once you were gone Junmyeon had to rush to get ready. He had to record a voice over for a commercial, and meet the rest of EXO to practice the special choreography for an award show performance they’d been preparing for. He had no time to waste. He also had no idea how hard doing everything was with a twenty-five pound baby on your hip.

“Mr. Kim…” the daycare attendant sighed once more, “He usually cries when your wife drops him off. He’ll stop once you’re out of view. I promise.”

It had been twenty minutes. Every time he put Daemyeon down the little boy would look up at him, big brown eyes brimming with alligator tears, and lip trembling. Every time Junmyeon turned his back, thinking he could do it, he would hear that one sweet word that your son had perfected. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t leave your weepy baby calling out his moniker.

“I’ll just take him today.” Junmyeon said looking down at his watch, he was already late, “He’s been feeling a little under the weather anyway. I’ll just take him today and we’ll try again tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure, Mr. Kim.” the attendant said with a small grin, there was always something adorable about a new parent.

Running late was not something Junmyeon liked to do and he had found that once he was late for one thing it had become a domino affect leaving him late for everything else as well. He didn’t have a choice though, after deciding to keep your son with him, he had to go back home and pack a baby bag for the rest of the day. This only made him more late in doing the voiceover for the commercial.

Luckily at that point it was still early and Dae sat quite happily with his toys in the floor while Junmyeon completed his recordings. He was not as lucky when it came to the dance practice.

It was early afternoon at that point and Dae should have been an hour into his nap. Attention from his many uncles kept him entertained at first but when it was time to get to work and he had to sit alone, he was not having it. He teeter tottered across the dance floor crying for his appa, causing pile ups as the guys all tried to avoid kicking or hitting him accidentally.

Junmyeon even tried holding him as he danced to at least get the footwork mastered. It didn’t last long at all since the dance was exhausting enough without a twenty-five pound weight.

After a half an hour he collapsed on the hardwood covered in sweat and more out of breath than he had been in years.

“Hyung…” Kai said sitting down next to Junmyeon with a sigh, Dae happily crawled from his father’s lap to his uncles. “Maybe you don’t have to stay. You can come back tomorrow and put in one hundred percent.”

“There’s no way. I can’t, the performance is this weekend that’s not enough time for me. I’m not a dancer like you are.”

“Hyumph…”

Junmyeon looked over to see Dae with one hand in Kai’s mouth and the other pulling his poor uncles top lip up to his nose. Laughing lightly he grabbed his son and nodded, “maybe you’re right.”

The sun had barely gone down and Junmyeon was more than ready for bed. He shared a shower with the boy, and had ended up using baby shampoo instead of regular shampoo on himself and just conditioner on Dae. But your son did have a fun time making bubbles in his father’s hair and giggling maniacally as it dripped down his forehead and into his eyes.

He had almost fallen asleep, trying to read a book he’d been working on for months when he finally got your call.

“Hey yeobo…” you yawned over the line.

“Hey, everything alright? Not thinking you should come home early are you?” Junmyeon laughed lightly half wishing that you would tell him you were at the airport already.

“Oh, no. I’ve been learning so much. It’s easier than I thought leaving little man behind. I actually took a nap today between classes, can you imagine? Ended up not actually going to the second lecture. Um, speaking of not going places…” you paused, “I got a call from the daycare. The teacher said that you told her Dae was feeling sick? Did you call the doctor? Was it a fever? How’s his poop been today?”

“No, he’s fine…” he looked over at the infant stretched out on your side of the bed, passed out, completely milk drunk with his empty bottle in his hand. “His cheeks were just pink and his nose was runny. I think he’s fine. Today worked out so I’ll drop him off tomorrow like I was supposed to.”

“Okay, well,” you sighed, “I had fun today but, honestly, I miss you. It’s lonely being away from the two of you.”

“Now you know how I feel when I’m away.” He smirked, closing the book on his lap.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m sorry I never really thought about it that way. I just always assumed you and the guys were up to no good and you’d forget all about us.”

“You’re my best friend, nothing is as fun without you.” He said softly trying to keep himself together. “I could be in the middle of a show, surrounded by a thousand people, and still feel alone because you’re not by my side.”

You let out a long sigh, blinking away tears, “I have to go to bed. Early class in the morning. Give Dae kisses for me, okay? I love you, Junmyeon.”

“I love you too. Dream of me.” Clicking off his phone he sank down into the pillows, his heart racing.

After so many years it blew his mind how you still made him feel like he did when he was a teenager who was just starting to talk to girls. Rolling over he lightly ran his fingers over the silky soft curls that covered Daemyeon’s head.

“Your momma is something else.” He said quietly, taking in the serenity of a sleeping baby before letting himself fall asleep as well.

The next morning was a mess. Junmyeon had forgotten to take the milk out from the freezer. He quickly realized this because your son happened to be a little monster when he was hungry.

“Just like your mother.” He murmured putting the milk bottle in a saucepan with water, hoping it would thaw quickly.

Unable to handle the crying for too long he offered the boy a cookie to suck on while the milk was warming. Having seen you multitask plenty of times he attempted to do the same. Sitting Dae on the mat in the living room and running to get ready. He checked himself out in the full length mirror . A casual pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a sweater, all he needed was dab of cologne and he was ready for the day.

“Oh, no.” He sighed waking back into the living room.

Dae had made a paste out of the cookie and his own spit, and had used that to decorate the television. And to ensure that none of the remotes would ever be usable again. At least, he thought, the crying had stopped.

He sprinted into the kitchen where the water in the sauce pan was boiling over. The milk clearly too hot for your sons mouth. Junmyeon cursed and looked up at the clock where he was running late once more. He bagged the too hot milk and picked up your already sticky, messy son and took off to the daycare.

Despite his frustrations from the mornings events and the lessons he thought he’d learned the day before…he still couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave Daemyeon screaming and crying with a complete stranger. Not when he so pathetically cried for his appa.

“Just… I’ll take him.” He said picking him up from the multicolored mat.

“Mr. Kim, are you sure?” The attendant ask once more. Junmyeon looking a lot more exhausted than he had the day before.

He nodded. “His mom is back tomorrow, she’ll drop him off.”

“Okay, have a good afternoon, sir.”

Back in his car seat Dae giggled and blew spit bubbles as Junmyeon drove to the studio, making one more stop on the way there.

“The prince has returned!” Baekhyun cheered happily as Daemyeon weeble wobbled into the dance room dragging his baby bag and stuffed monkey.

“Sorry guys, but I have a plan!” Junmyeon said quickly noticing several concerned glances. “So nobody worry.”

The morning and afternoon was exhausting, but using the baby carrier to carry Dae around on his back was Junmyeon’s most genius idea yet. The other guys even had fun taking turns with the kid strapped to their fronts or backs. Challenging each other to see who could complete the dance the best or who could complete the dance the most with the extra baby weight.

After they took a break for lunch which included Chanyeol and Xiumin stealing applesauce pouches from the baby bag, and Dae refusing to leave Jongdae’s lap while he ate, your son was more than burnt out. He had completely crashed in the corner on his blanket with his pastel blue monkey under his head. Junmyeon felt proud of himself, like a successful father. He could do it all and he couldn’t wait to tell you.

Still pumped about his successful afternoon of parenting he went home to accomplish even more. He put down Dae for his afternoon nap and cleaned the remotes and the television until they looked brand new. He did a load of laundry, and even cooked dinner for himself. He was surprised when the front door opened after he had put Dae down to sleep for the night after bath time.

“Did I miss him?” You asked dropping your bags on the couch.

Junmyeon nodded, “Sorry, baby. You’re home so early.”

“The daycare said he didn’t stay again. And you weren’t answering your phone so I panicked and I took the first flight I could get home.” You admitted as he wrapped his arms around you.

“That’s why you didn’t answer when I returned your call.” He grinned.

“What happened? Is he okay? Is he still sick?”

Junmyeon blushed, “He was never sick. I just… couldn’t leave him. He kept crying for me, appa appaaaa.”

“Kim Junmyeon… you did not fall for the alligator tears.” You tried so hard to keep from giggling but were so incredibly unsuccessful.

“It wasn’t just the tears! He was calling to me, it was heartbreaking!” He pouted.

“My poor baby.” You laughed pulling his hips closer, “Two whole days with our little monster, you must be so tired.”

“I am so tired. I did a lot. I danced with him on my back, it was the world’s hardest workout.” He said pressing his lips against your neck as the two of you somehow started making your way down the hall.

“You what?” You asked incredulously as the pair of you hit the bedroom.

“Yeah, I used one of those baby carriers.”

“Junmyeon…that’s… incredibly sexy.”

He raised his eyebrows, “oh really?”

“Incredibly.” You nodded, pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top of him. He moaned beneath you as you ran your hands through his hair. Pulling back you looked at him curiously, “Junmyeon… why do you smell like baby shampoo?”

Junmyeon was finally able to leave for work right on time the next morning. Dae sitting content on your hip as he kissed you goodbye. No tears, just a cheerful little, “buh buh appa.”

“Is he staying today?” The nursery attendant asked as you went to drop him off.

“Yes. Absolutely.” You smiled and pressed a dozen kisses into his soft curls before handing him over.

He started to cry, like he normally did, as you signed the paperwork. His lip was trembling as you waved goodbye and blew kisses his way, promising to be back soon. Then, with your hand on the door handle you heard it.

“Ahmamaaaaa…Mama.” He whimpered.

And you turned to the attendant, heart exploding in your chest, and said “Actually… maybe we’ll try again tomorrow.”

[x-ratedkpop]

Like Velvet • Zhang Yixing

❝CEO Yixing, he’s a bit jealous.❞

❝Sugar Daddy Yixing, he’s jealous.❞

•Playlist•

LE • Velvet

BTS • House Of Cards

—

In this Universe EXO is still together but everyone has their own activities, Yixing owns a famous fashion company.

—

“Your touch is like velvet.” She sang as her body contorted in splits and shapes as she flew around in the Cyr wheel on stage. It was the annual Mama awards and a new solo artist came and stole the entire show. She’d changed the rules, the sex appeal, what she gave wasn’t allowed on the stage, the velvet heel boots showed off her endless legs and the one piece didn’t help either. Her skin was decorated in the soft velvet material Mr. CEO, Zhang Yixing, had crafted.

“Your body’s like velvet.” They weren’t even through to the first minute of the song and she was giving an intense performance. Her talent was oozing, from her skin, her voice smooth like silk. “The moment you open the door to the bed I don’t wanna be apart from you, hold me tightly baby, I already turned off the lights, so we won’t know when night becomes day, I pulled down the curtains too. Even if the next door neighbors knock on the door angrily, It’s fine, I’m gonna be moving soon.”

Here he sat, his hand rubbing against the thigh of his slack, the Cyr wheel spun and each click on the beat she switched the oh so provocative position she was in. All the other acts were shaking, they feared her. She was the next big thing, she’s sold out arenas her first year, she was in Tokyo Dome by the second. She’s already won album of the year, sending fandoms in a frenzy. She was a solo artist, how could she? Simple, talent.

•

By the end of the song, Yixing’s pants were ten times tighter than when he arrived, his black shirt was simply too hot, his eyes clouded in lust. He was sure that every man in the room, even some women, craved the woman, his woman. “Y/N, the hell was that?” You smiled looked up at him, “My performance, baby.” Yixing growled, yanking her close to him, “Who the Hello you think you’re talking to.” His voice was dark and his breathy tone in her ear soiled a small spot in her panties. “When we get home, I’ll show you what is for me and what isn’t for the public.”

For the rest of the show your leg bounced in your seat, your panties became wetter and your heart thumped out of your chest. You didn’t stay to talk, you didn’t even say goodbye to Baekhyun, whom wanted to speak with you about torturing him for an entire three minutes and twelve seconds. Yixing was pulling up towards his car, your limo driver smirked in acknowledgment. “Have fun.” He mouthed walking around to the driver’s door, “Yixing careful I’m in heels.” You whimpered as he pulled you behind him, “The silk dress you designed in touched the dirty floor.” You whined, you’d long changed back into your attendance dress knowing he’d said himself you looked gorgeous in it.

He regretted every fashion choice he’d made for you that night, in the car he ignored you, at the red lights he ignored you, even when he was unlocking the door to his flat he ignored. But when he finally spoke it wasn’t what you desired to hear, “Go inside.” Going in was the hard part, anytime you were here he was carrying you in lips attached to your skin. Beyond these walls he was a new man, “Daddy, I didn’t mean to upset you.” His hand slapped against your ass in the dress he chose for you.

“Oh baby you didn’t upset daddy, you showed every man in that room what goes on beyond daddy’s closed walls, a big no-no. Now I’m going to show you, the money you would be earning from daddy but you wanted to play another game.” Whining you stamped your heel, “No fits, stay here.” Huffing, you tapped your heel as he walked off to the bedroom, the dress you wore hugging your curves in places forbidden to everyone but daddy, in the mirror next you, you could see how vulmptious your breast were, how perky your ass was; everything that made him possessive on display.

“Princess come.” Snapping from your thoughts as your feet carried you quickly to the bedroom where 50,000 won notes were scattered across the bed, “Work for what you want, darling.” He hummed, tracing his hand against the curve under your breast. His fingertips pulling the straps off your shoulder, humming contently as your skin became exposed, he dropped his hand to the zipper pulling it aswell. Each inch of skin that became exposed as the dress fell he kissed.

“Bed.” His command was dark and strong, the notes of money looked glorious but the bulge in his pants looked like more of a taking for you. “Daddy take me please.” Your whimpers didn’t go unheard as his hand traced your skin, your heels clicked against the floor as you walked to the bed, your nipples swelling proudly as the cool air brushed them. He softly pushed your down till you were laying across the bed the notes of money that complimented the honey tan skin of your body. “Look at you baby, you look beautiful.” He gripped your hips and pulled you up, your ass perky in from of him.

“You’re so wet for daddy.” He smacked his hand against your ass, “Ah, daddy.” He hummed, licking his lips. “You want daddy’s cock?” He questioned rubbing his bulge against your ass, “Pressing your hips back against him he hummed, “Beg.” Your panties were ripped from you and he admired the slick of your pussy. “Beg, babygirl.” With Yixing everything was different, you never begged with your lips, you begged with your pussy.

Your walls clenched as juices dripped from your core, your legs shook slightly in anticipation. Swaying your hips, you searched for the light from the window to glisten against the slick of your wettness, “Mhm, right there babydoll.” Yixing admired the glistening lips he desired so much, “I hear you sweetheart.” He dipped low and pressed a kiss to the pearly lips, “You taste glorious.” His tongue darted out as he left a tender French kiss against your clit.

“I think you’ve earned daddy’s cock, pretty girl.” Licking his lips he stood up, the jingle of his belt was heard as he removed it to tie it around your neck. “We should invest in another collar for you baby doll.” Moaning in agreement, he dropped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. “Daddy.” You swayed your hips once more, he hand slapping against your thigh. “Don’t tease daddy, sweetie.” He dropped his briefs and pressed his reddened tip at your entrance. He hummed, licking his lips as he slid into your wetness.

A pleasured hum left your lips, as he continued to fill you, your walls engulfing him fitting around him like a glove. “Daddy, fuck me please.” He hummed as he reached your hilt, your pussy so small and tight he didn’t even fit completely inside you. He snapped his hips forward and continued his pace until you were whining for more. You chanted daddy countless times, “Harder Daddy please.” He was slamming against your hilt, his cock rubbing over your most sensitive places, “Daddy, I’m-“ A sharp moan left your lips as he quickened his pace chasing after your orgasm.

“Cum for daddy, babygirl.” Your whines grew more intense and your fist bawled the notes of money in your hands. Your mouth hung open as salty tears fell onto your tongue, a silent scream evident on your face. Your orgasm shook your entire body but that didn’t stop him from brutally fucking you into the mattress. “Daddy- please.” He grunted as his cock stilled deep within you, your pussy clenching tight around him. As he pulled out, he kept your hips up for him, he hummed watching as a mixture of his cum and your pooled out of your wrecked pussy onto the notes of money below you.

“You’re beautiful.” He licked his lips before kissing your pussy. As your body fell limp against the money he hummed, “You’ve earned this tonight.”

[my-bobohu-blog]

so i was having a conversation with @chogisad​ about uhh ot9 emo-l times so i really wanted to make this post to just… jot down all my feelings about ot9 and exo and address all the negative energies regarding everything that’s been happening as of late? and i know that this really isn’t necessary in any way shape or form, but i really just wanted to do it for me. so i guess this is gonna be a really long post filled with a lot of hope and optimism and positivity for exo’s present and future as ot9 and if you’re interested in that, then by all means continue reading under the cut~

i remember back in 2015 when we experienced our first major Yixing Drought. his studio had just opened in china and he was being flooded with jobs and all the opportunities working in his homeland offered that korea could never give him. i remember being so endlessly proud of him but missing him a lot too. 

because here the rest of exo were in korea doing cf’s and other work and then they went on to do the japan tour without yixing :( and it hurt? because performing at the tokyo dome was such a big deal to them but there were only 8 members and it hurt so much not seeing yixing with them for like 1-2 months? or more? i don’t remember how long the drought lasted but it was our first real Yixing Drought in the fandom. 

and i remember seeing all these theories and conspiracy posts how sm was trying to push yixing out of exo and there was just so much ot8 propaganda- regardless if it came from hurting xingmi’s or actual ot8 stans… there was just so much negativity surrounding everything because yixing just… wasn’t there. and we as fans knew next to nothing and sm, as always, kept their official announcement last minute and vague as hell like when they announced yixing wouldn’t be participating in the japan tour bc of schedules AFTER selling tickets for the concerts DESPITE yixing being like the most popular member in japan. and it was fucking scary. 

hell, we just lost tao after cmb and here we are freshly ot9 and hoping and praying that the next comeback we wouldn’t lose another member. yixing as the last chinese member standing- the only true mark that sm had ever tried breaking into the chinese market with exo at all. and we were scared and terrified because what if sm was pushing him out? what if they were trying to faze him out of exo completely?

and i remember sing for you being ot9 but promoting as x8 members and i kept waiting for someone to mention yixing but they never did? and i was so frustrated bc all these other young groups can mention members who were missing because of injuries or schedules but why couldn’t exo??

doesn’t this all sound familiar? 

but sfy had that memorable showcase moment with yixing breaking and crying and telling us and his members how sorry he was but he reminded us that he was exo too. and bbh was there to reassure us that yixing may be busy overseas, but wherever he goes- yixing still wears the exo name proudly and does this entire fandom proud too. 

and i remember the days leading up to MAMAs in 2015 and we were all sitting there staring at our screens with baited breath waiting to find yixing airport pictures because there was no evidence he was going to hong kong for MAMAs yet and really? how the hell could exo go to this major awards ceremony without yixing? but we were so scared. but he pulled through and he showed up and he gave his finger wagging speech and we all cried and it was good and we were happy and things were okay.

and then things got better when ex’act dropped with The Peak ot9 moments of life and we had ot9 THRIVING! we had family pictures, xingdae came back from the dead, baekxing were inseparable, even chanxing were good and well and capturing hearts of fans. like it was just So Good!!! 

ex’act was really exo telling all of us to not worry. the members weren’t going anywhere. ot9 is here to stay as long as we would have them. and they loved us and they loved each other and everything would be okay. 

even though exo never mentions yixing when they win music shows like how other groups do, i think that’s just because those groups aren’t built the way exo were. i mean exo literally started as k and m and half their group was always away in china promoting because that was Their Job. and i think it’s just a different mentality you know? maybe exo always just knows that when they win, it’s for the whole group. that they don’t need to explicitly call out a missing member because We Are One or something lmao. and i remember during MAMAs 2013 when they won song of the year for growl… kyungsoo wasn’t there bc boy twisted his ankle to no end and had to go to the hospital. but i don’t think they mentioned him missing. and i think… that’s just how exo is. but idk. i think it’s something we’ll never know because we’re not in their minds. 

but we DO know that exo cherishes yixing so much. you can see it in their eyes whenever yixing does a speech in chinese and everyone is just so happy he’s there and they’re so proud of him. you can tell because they ALWAYS hand him the mic when he’s with them at music shows ALWAYS and they make sure he gets to say what he wants to say. and they cheer him on and they support his solo and they love him absolutely so so so much.

… and now here we are. 

and i know there are a lot of doubts and worries going into this repackage and everything. and i honestly don’t know how to start addressing things… but i really want to try. 

with kkb, we all knew it was heavily delayed. i think sm had full intentions of having an ot9 comeback with it being their 5th anniversary / 4th full album comeback. like… it was just common sense. but THAAD happened and political situations/international relations is just out of our/their control. china put a ban on skorea travel. there was a lot of negative energy surrounding it and yixing literally COULD NOT go to korea or even do anything related to exo (ex: the lotte world sponsorship and the amount of backlash that received because of china’s beef w/ lotte for giving up property for the missiles) 

anyways- what i’m trying to say is that sm tried. they delayed the comeback that was probably planned for early summer because they needed to see how this would all play out. they couldn’t do anything about it but wait. that was literally the only option. and yixing is in china with his own studio and he’s waiting too- but everyone has to keep proceeding with business as usual and that means yixing planning schedules that bleed into later months and that means sm going forth with x8 member comeback for kkb. 

and with how delayed kkb was and how sm needed to do exo’s repackage sooner rather than later (for the whole Drama of the Symbolism of the eclipse and shit) i think sm was really pressed for time and things were falling apart rather than together. yixing’s solo album was probably slated for late summer after the kkb comeback focusing his sales and promotions in china. then the repack would (my hope) be ot9 for september and all things would just happen as they should. but with the kkb delay, i think sm realized there wouldn’t be enough time for yixing’s solo. and maybe they thought it’d be best to push it to xingtober anyways. 

and god, im not saying sm makes good decisions because we all know that’s a crapshoot but what i’m saying is that maybe sm tried. there are a lot of things WE AS FANS DO NOT KNOW and just for my sanity, i want to give sm the benefit of the doubt this time. i honest to god think they tried the best they could with ot9 given all the shit that has happened this year. am i saying they did a good job? not really no. because im still stressed as hell and mad and dissatisfied with a lot of things… but i think they did try.

yixing has been seen traveling back and forth btwn china and korea a lot and we don’t know why. sm hasn’t released any official statement on yixing’s participation in the repackage… and i don’t know if that’s something that’s good or bad or if that should be expected or not?

but i honest to god do not believe in any of those posts saying that sm is trying to push yixing our or faze him out or anything. i just don’t. 

i trust yixing. just a few days ago he said he didn’t want to disappoint his group. HIS group. jongdae literally hung out with him and they had lunch together not too long ago either. like maybe a month ago? and it was so lowkey and so precious and so xingdae. and junmyeon said during their vlive that they’d be on stage with yixing soon. and i really truly believe them. because i think sm is trying too. i think all the boys are doing the best they can to handle whatever the hell the situation is. whether it’s political (THAAD) or schedules or other plans sm has… i think they’re trying. and i believe in them. 

and i know i probably sound recklessly optimistic and y’all can tell me that i’m boo boo the fool and that i’m gonna have all my hopes crushed and i’m gonna be disappointed… and maybe so. but i’m not strong enough to crush my own hopes when they already exist. and i have so much hope in exo, i don’t think i could ever willingly do that to myself and tell myself that this is gonna be worst case scenario. i need to believe in the best of our boys just for my sanity’s sake. and god… i really really hope and pray that this repackage is ot9 because i can’t imagine how i would feel if it wasn’t. AT LEAST ALLUDE TO OT9 YA KNOW??? THROW IN SOME LIKE NON SUBTLE HINTS LIKE STRAIGHT UP HAVE A SILHOUETTE OF YIXING SHOW AT THE END OF SMTH LIKE GUESS THAT POKEMON IDK??? JUST… i need to believe in something and i want to believe in ot9 and exo.

and maybe we get an ot9 repack or maybe we get an x8 comeback with a bomb ass yixing solo album soon and maybe we get ot9 back again someday soon and the fandom can breathe again.

sigh okay. i think i’ve said everything i’ve wanted to say. there are some other thoughts i have but i don’t want to mention them just because it’s not something i want to entertain until the mv drops and we know for sure what the deal is.

sigh okay. bye bye. too much writing.

[dearhxppiness-remade-blog]

why is an exo blog interacting with someone who supports minors interacting sexually with adults??

reader discretion advised. 

obviously this is gonna be negative. also this is a really long backstory, to your question, it’s alllll the way at the bottom lmao i felt like explaining my entire life story so you uNDERSTOOD GYIHUDSOJFPK

and im sorry for cussing and being rude ghujidk im so mad rn also i have bad english 

Firstly, because

Ffs, I don’t support that. I support age regression. Why? Because I have a lot of things that I need to cope with, and I basically had my childhood stripped away from me, I use age regression to get it back. Another good example of someone who uses it is Luna (credits to her.) and Riley (credits to him) do a good job at explaining it. 

I support minors who are NOT participating in anything sexual, because little space isn’t sexual, age regression IS NOT SEXUAL. DO NOT CONFUSE CGLRE WITH DDLG ghiuDSOIJO I CANT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. 

Now onto what you said, yes, she is an exo blog, and yes i do stan exo. 

buy their albums. anyways, 

I use age regression as a form to cope with the sexual abuse I endured as a child, 

my little space ranges from legitimately 18 months-5 years old. But I typically stay within 1-3. I had a fucked up life, and yeah, I’m an adult, I’m married. And yeah, my husband is my caregiver. Just like Luna explained, her human (i say human all the time bc its kinda fun but her boyfriend *) kinda reminds her of her daily tasks and sets a schedule for her, and boundaries, like she’s an actual child. My husband does that to an extent, when we were dating, we were at school as well, and we had different classes, but I had a tendency to go “no i dont have homework”, and he would always check my bag to make sure, and if I did have it, he’d sit down to help me through it before he did his. 

I grew up in a family that consisted of homophobic and transphobic people. 

I had a my mom, my dad, my brother, me, then my sister. 

My mom and dad always fought, and one day something very bad happened to me, and they laughed, for hours, they made jokes, one of them consisted of

tw; rape, suicide, a lot of bad things

“You’re a boy, Lu, you can’t get raped”.

That was the running theme. My mom realised how fucked up that was to say, and she fought with my dad until he realised it was fucked too. So you know what he did? He tried to overdose, and I was there watching. And there was nothing my brother and I could do because we were so scared and confused, and we were just kids. And my mom was like 7-8 months pregnant w/ my sister, and we were so afraid to scare her, (yes we were stupid but like, my brother and I were like 9 & 7, we had no idea what to do.) so, my brother started running around while I just screamed until my mother came in. And then she locked us in a room, and all we heard was her going “醒來. 醒來!” “來吧，不要錯過我們的女兒。” (wake up, wake up! come on, don’t miss out on our daughter). And then sirens. Do you know how badly that fucked me up? A little later in life, I was still depressed over what happened and the family never recovered from it. But I was at a party, and this is where I met Andi, she was the only minor in the party, but we were all about to play 7 minutes in heaven, until someone asked me what was wrong, and I explained, and in this loudest voice she shouted “yoURE ONE STEP CLOSER TO BECOMING BATMAN HOLY SHIT”. And I laughed so hard that I fell over and I wouldn’t get up. She’s the one who got me into dark humour. 

But back to the moral of that, I was introduced to suicide at a young young age. Shit, I was 20-21 when my brother fucking killed himself while on the phone with me and while my niece was watching, he fucking died slowly and his last words to me were “Take care of them, Lulu”. And I was shouting for him to not pull what dad did, and he never answered, until my niece was like “hi lu.” 

“Where’s _____?”

“He’s sleeping!” 

“Can you try and wake him up?” 

Then I heard the faintest “daddy wake up. Lu wants to talk to you. dADDDDYYY! WAKE UPP! You promised to play hide and seek with me.” 

I watched my father nearly die, and I listened while my brother died and while my niece tried to “wake him up”. The story doesn’t end there. 

My sister died while playing russian roulette. it was awful. I fucking lost my little sister because she thought it was cool to do it, and she just wanted to be accepted. 

 I was introduced to being molested and raped and getting laughed at for it too. 

They even laughed when they found out my girlfriend raped me and had an abortion and blamed me for it. 

After that, I came out as gay, and I have a mild fear of women, because my ex used to lock me in the basement and would leave me there for so long. And If she ever let me out and I did one thing wrong, she’d hit me and hurt me any way she could, and I would get so scared that I hid in the basement. It became a thing. I know, not every girl is like this, but. It’s like an abused dog, who’s afraid of humans regardless. It’s hard to trust. 

Anyways, I came out as gay, and my family shunned me. And that’s when I met my then boyfriend, now husband. He was so soft hearted to me, he protected me to the best of his abilities and he never let me go home alone (not in a sexual way, he would walk me home and then he’d sleep on my floor, i don’t even know why my floor). He gave me the love and attention I was aways. ALWAYS fucking waiting for. And I was so afraid of him at first, but I don’t regret opening up to him, anyway. A few years while we were dating, he figured out that I used age regression to cope with my past, and he was on board with it. His exact words “You age regress? NiCE IM YOUR CAREGIVER BABY YOU CANT tELL ME NO :)” And all I could say was “I-” And then we went on a shopping spree. (you think im kidding n o i a m n OT he bought me so many stuffies.) But the first one he bought me, was a bear, and he helped me pick it out, and the way we came up with a name was, we would shout the first thing that came into mind about it, which he said “space” I said “unicorn”. so “Space unicorn”. I finally found someone who accepted me for what I was and I felt so happy. But something didn’t feel right, and my entire life, I would say that, my gender never felt right. I would rather go shopping for my cousin and my sister and get caught up in the moment. This is when I discovered, I don’t feel right being a male. And you know what? My husband was more than supportive. He took me out and let me try on dresses, and he was okay with being my test subject for makeup. But then, he was okay with me getting extensions, so I could have longer hair, he even got someone to teach him how to braid so he could braid my hair. He was okay with the fact I wanted to wear a dress to our wedding. He didn’t force me to be a boy. Like my family did. 

Now to what you actually came here for, I was playing a game w/ @ultchen

deadass only tagged her so she can vouch for me. 

ANYWAYS, we were playing a game and when I play this game, I always, aLWaYS regress. I don’t know why, I’ll be building and I regress, I’ll be playing a shooter game and I regress. Anyways, this game reminded me of home, and I regressed and she said “YOU KNOW WHAT IM ADOPTING YOU MY SMOL SON” and I was like “…..okay….” because it was such a shock. And this is why she interacts with me, this is why I call her mama/mommy because deadass she became my mother figure. 

:)))) now please don’t say I encourage minors to be nsfw, I don’t want them to go through what I did. 

And also don’t be so offended that she interacts with me. smh guhoidsjps she can do whatever she wants, it’s her blog, it’s also my blog. But you gave me more than enough of a reason to include this in my about me so, 

thanks dude.

[halloweeniegal]

Love At First Sight (Hoseok x AmericanWaitress!Reader)

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(Very slight suggestive stuff mentioned. This could’ve went many ways and I don’t know why but I had an idea that the American reader works at a Korean restaurant they go to and that’s where they met, so I made it like that okok. Enjoy!)

Fans of BTS were crowded around your restaurant late at night, hearing earlier in the day about the special arrival, the news going viral only after a couple hours. You were very timid about the whole situation, but you hid the feelings carefully as you entered the small building.

Coats were slung up in rows along the rack as coworkers bustled around the restaurant, hurriedly preparing for a decently busy day. According to your boss, a big band was supposed to be arriving at the small joint in search of food, at any moment. You followed your fellow workers movements, slinging your coat up on the rack before moving behind the counter, tying a apron to your waist, placing your note pad, pencils, and straws into the front pockets as you helped move chairs off of the tables and onto the ground.

Hoseok was wore out as he leaned back in the comfortable seat of the car, wiping at his forehead softly, ridding himself of the sweat that drenched his body. They had just performed for the last six hours and all of them were deathly tired, and hungry. They had chose the restaurant specifically because they took reservations for an empty restaurant and they all heard that it had good food and service.

Yoongi was snoring quietly as the car precariously pulled up to the bustling restaurant, the waiters and waitresses bustling around, trying to make the place look as glamorous as they could.

When the screams got ten times louder your head shot up, hair whipping through the air as you stared at the group of men approaching the shop with bodyguards placed at random around them, in attempts to protect them from the surrounding fans. You mentally prepared yourself before moving to stand in front of the door, being chosen by your coworkers to greet and serve them.

When all seven of them walked into the doors, you bowed slightly, smiling as brightly as your nerves would allow. The boys talked quietly among themselves after nodding at you and following you to their large table, sitting down and preparing for their dinner. You sauntered slowly around the table, taking everyone’s order, pausing as you met eyes with Jung Hoseok.

His eyes had been cautiously watching you since they entered the building. It was almost impossible for his sight to leave from you. He felt crazy because he was already imagining how your future would be together and you haven’t even said hello to him. His heart fluttered slightly as you approached him and he attempted to revert his gaze to one of the boys, desperate to escape this strange trance you seemed to have on him.

“I would like some Kimchi and some banana milk.” J-Hope’s voice wavered slightly as he tried to speak to you. He internally smacked himself at letting his nervousness show before smiling kindly at you. You smiled back timidly before hurrying behind the counter, repeating their order to the cook previous to filling up seven different cups with drinks. As you made your way back over to their table, Hoseok’s eyes were still discreetly following every move you made, attempting to not make it seem obvious.

He couldn’t help but choke on his own saliva as you bent over, awfully close to him, just to stretch so you could hand Jin his drink. Hoseok made no attempts to move away, shamelessly watching your bottom that was directly in front of his face, practically drooling. He, personally, had thought that your legs and ass looked delicious in your work attire. He could feel his face grow hot, beginning to become a little uncomfortable as you kept leaning over to hand out drinks. The other boys noticed his actions and giggled, some whispering in each others ears about it but not loud enough for him to hear.

When he asked what your name was you stopped in your tracks, looking down at him as you held the round tray under your arm.

“I’m (Y/N),” while you responded you finally took the time to look him over, taking in every single feature of his face. From his slightly chubby cheeks to his chocolate orbs to his fluffy pinkish hair. It was hard for you to deny the fact that he was attractive, causing you to gulp softly. “What’s yours?” You were attempting to be polite, trying to hide your embarrassment from him actually speaking to you.

“I’m your hope, J-Hope,” Hoseok did aegyo in attempts to win you over, definitely achieving his goal as a large grin broke out on your face with a loud squeal, causing you to cover your mouth. A crimson blush covered your cheeks as you and Hobie stared at each other momentarily before he jumped out of his seat, telling you to sit down as he moved to grab another chair so he could slide between you and his maknae.

“So where are you from originally?” J-Hope asked, placing his chin on the palms of his hands as he stared at you, the adoration obvious in his eyes to anyone but you. He ignored the strange looks he was getting from his band mates as he patiently waited for your response. Your nervous hands rubbed at your half clothed legs.

“Well, I was born and raised in (H/T), (H/S).” A small smirk tugged at your lips as you saw all the death glares your co workers were sending you as you conversed lightly with the Kpop idol.

“Why did you decide to learn Korean and move here?” He asked, completely curious about every single thing to do with you. He looked completely infatuated with you, and it was easy for everyone to see. His heart shamelessly stuttered every time you spoke and every time he managed to look you straight in the eyes. You had no idea, but you already had him completely wound around your finger.

“I’ve always had a deep interest in Korea and their culture and I used to listen to a lot of Kpop. It was mostly the Kpop bands I used to be obsessed with that made me want to learn Korean, but I decided to move here because I kind of needed a new start, and thought this place would be perfect.” Hoseok nodded his head, smiling delightfully at you as you spoke, happy that you were willing to share this information.

“I see, I see. What kind of Kpop bands did you listen to?” He questioned, completely ignoring the boys that were attempting to get his attention.

“Hmm,” you pondered for a moment before deciding to respond, “I listen to bands like Super Junior, EXO, or NCT. My favorite NCT subunit is NCT-U.” You smiled happily at him before realizing the small pout that now covered Hoseok’s features.

“Aww, you don’t listen to us?” You suddenly panicked, feeling completely bad that you’ve never really listened to them, despite hearing about them all the time.

“Well, I was planning on trying your guys’ music out today. I’m so sorry, I’ve heard about you guys but I’ve never really took a listen,” you smiled apologetically at Hoseok, the giggle that now left his throat sounded like music to your ears.

“Don’t worry, I was just kidding. I’ll gladly show you some of our music though,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone and his pair of his headphones. He hurriedly plugged his headphones into his phone before handing you a earphone, smiling adoringly at you. He quickly chose the song ‘Mama’, very noticeably wanting to showcase his voice over everyone else's.

“Is this you?” You asked in a praising tone, very pleased with the voice that was flooding your ears. J-Hope smirked at you as he nodded, basking in your reaction.

A couple co workers walked out of the kitchen carrying trays of food into the main area of the restaurant, staring at you enviously as you listened attentively to the music in your ears. You winked at your close friend before turning to Hoseok once again.

“Your voice is beautiful. Oh my god!” You accidentally broke into English as you burst out with excitement. “Why have I never listened to you guys when you have such a beautiful voice on hand?” You asked rhetorically and enthusiastically as you nodded your head along softly to the music. A happy laugh sounded from Hoseok as he registered your words, the other members glared shortly at Hobie as he showed off, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Hey, while I have my phone out why don’t you give me your number?” Your heart skipped a beat at his words. He wanted to talk more… with you… a random waitress at a restaurant they suddenly decided they wanted to go to? Your face reddened slightly as you grabbed his phone after he opened his contact list and added your number to the seemingly endless list. You wouldn’t confront him but you noticed how after you returned his phone he clumsily put a heart eye emoji next to your name.

Hoseok basically ignored the food sitting in front of him while he pondered ways to keep the conversation rolling as he stared at you lovingly.

“Hey, I have a question (Y/N).” Jungkook called from the other side of the table, feeling quite childish at the moment. “Who do you think is the most attractive out of all of us?” You felt very confident as you answered.

“Definitely J-Hope. Not only because of his model-like face but because of his voice like oh my god.” You felt your fangirl come out as you slightly fawned over the attractive man that had paid you attention. His smirk was the most painfully obvious thing about him at the moment as Jimin pouts from next to Jungkook.

“But you haven’t even heard any of our voices, I know for a fact he played Mama and he’s the only one that sings in that!” Chim Chim complained, his lower lip jutting out in disappointment.

“I’ll be hearing a lot of you guys soon, but it’s not gonna change the fact that J-Hope is now officially my bias.” A small giggle left your lips as you stared back at Hobi, his own smile radiating like the sun in the dark restaurant.

“Who’s your bias wrecker?” Taehyung called, causing you to scan everyone’s face, carefully deciding who could possibly, not really in your mind, wreck J-Hope’s place as your bias.

“Him,” you said, pointing at the guy with pitch black hair who was half asleep at the end of the table. You had no idea why, but your growing friendship with all of BTS felt very natural, and you didn’t even know anyone’s names other than Hoseok’s.

“Why Min Yoongi though? He’s so much more attractive than me,” J-Hope cried, leaning back exasperatingly causing you to look at him once again.

“Shush, it’s not likely he’ll take your place,” you whispered, making that damned smirk appear once again on his face.

“It’s probably time we leave and get some sleep for tomorrow,” Jin yawned, pushing his plate away from him. The boys hurriedly got up and pushed in their chairs, already making their way out of the restaurant as Hobie turned to face you.

“I hope I see you again soon,” he pouted as you both stood up, his arms almost instantly wrapping around your waist. His lips gently pressed against your cheek before smiling and winking at you while he turned around to leave with the rest of his friends. You stood there, astounded at how quickly the time seemed to pass, already missing Hoseok’s presence next to you.

It was when your phone pinged that you panicked a little, hurriedly pulling it out of your back pocket. Your face turned crimson, an everlasting smile reaching your eyes as you read the small message.

‘We’re going on hiatus soon, and I would just love to take you on a date? X -Your Hope-’

‘I would love that… x’

[adultyjoon-blog]

for you ( namjoon )

Rating: TBH I don’t know just go with the flow

Words: 458 (short asf I know)

~~~~ You just got into one of the best KPOP companies, JYP but we all know there are dating restrictions, 3  Years.  ~~~~

You’ve auditioned for multiple companies in South Korea and you thought about one that you haven’t had a chance to audition for JYP. So you auditioned and passed. You listened to kpop in your spare times, EXO, GOT7 and your favorite was BTS you always have had dreams about one member , Namjoon or Rap Monster as everyone called him. You thought his mind was beautiful and he  was so wise and alert about the world around him, you wondered, “ Is he like this in real life, “Why are his hands so big?” and many more questions and once you found out you could meet him in real life you started thinking about the possibilities but you know you would have to watch out for the fans that will send you hate because you confessed that you liked him.

Today is the day you get ready to become a JYP trainee, your plane leaves at 8 it’s 6:45. You are in the car driving to the airport and you start to see your mother cry and you start to cry because that is just how you are. You both pull up into the airport and your mom helps you take your 3 suitcases out and you proceed to the baggage area.You check your bags in and check the time, It’’s 7:30 and you hear “Flight 3067 to Seoul, South Korea Please Board The Plane.”  You turn and hug your mom goodbye and you whisper in her ear, “Mama I’m doing this for you.” and you kiss her cheek you were escorted by 2 Korean men that looked beautiful like the idols you admired  and you turn before boarding the plane and blow a huge kiss to your mother. You start walking towards the plane and touch the outside for good luck. JYP got you first class,“Wow this is Amazing!”  You turn to see a boy next to you he is gorgeous he turns and smiles and you put your head down quickly.

You ask him his name since he looks very familiar,

Y/N: Excuse me what’s your name?

?: Me?

Y/N: Yes (laughs quietly)

UiSoo: I’m UiSoo Lee or in Korea Lee UiSoo

Y/N: Oh, so you’re Korean?

UiSoo: Yeah,what yours?

Y/N: My what???

UiSoo: Name duh.

OMG HES ASKING ME FOR MY NAME WOW THIS IS THE BEST PLANE RIDE EVER

Y/N: It’s Y/N..

UiSoo: cool cool

soooo how do you like this so far guys it’s like 1 am and my fingers hurt.. I’m gonna keep this series going - e