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cloudycrystalkpop · 5 years ago

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L.U.C.K.Y. | Decade

pairing: Lay x doctor! reader

summary: L.U.C.K.Y au | after years of research you put into your work, and the amazing feats Subject 10 was capable of, your superiors didn’t value, not only your work, but the life of your Subject.

warnings: gender neutral reader, character death

words: 1.4k

notes: so, i hate to say this but i feel the need to. Lay has made some recent political statements i personally don’t agree with. however, regardless of them, i still wanted him to be a part of this story, as i feel the world of this au is at a great loss without him.

your fingers were beginning to cramp from the amount of typing you had done. they had given you two days notice. after all of the nights you’d spent, off the clock, desprity trying to show how foolish they were being. how much potential he had.

but it had all been pointless. they still wanted to pull the plug.

he had the potential to cure cancer, but they saw him as useless. just because he was “weak”. they were foolish.

the kindness of his voice and the gentleness of his nature was not a weakness, it was humanity. something they never saw their subjects as.

you let out a shaky breath, trying to blink away the intruding thoughts. no, these subjects were just that. it didn’t matter that they were men, they were to be the future. tools to end wars.

but you began to question your superiors. they didn’t want a healer on their battle field.

12 hours. that’s how much time you had before Subject 10 was terminated. you turned in your notes to the records department, blatantly ignoring the coworkers who tried to make small talk with you.

you briefly glanced at Subject 99’s discharge report from the medial wing. 99 would be fine, you have bigger problems to worry about.

in your brisk walk to Subject 10’s cell, you didn’t even register Doctor C.’s calling for you until she grabbed your wrist.

“hey!” you immediately wheeled around to face the woman. she looked a little disgruntled, and seemed to collapse in on herself at your glare.

“can i help you?” you voice was steady in its intimidation.

“uhm, i had hoped i could speak with you about what happened to Subject 99 yesterday.” the young woman straightened up, speaking more confidently to spite your glare.

“ah yes,” you looked down, pretending to flip through your papers for 99’s report. “you must be referring to where Subject 61,” you glanced up at the woman. “your responsibility, attacked 99.”

Doctor C. swallowed at your continued intimidation. you knew the young woman hated being talked down too, but for her treatment of your Subject, you couldn’t help but feel a bit petty.

“yes, that.” she took in a deep breath, but before she could speak you interrupted her.

“well i think we shouldn’t be surprised by Subject 61’s outbursts. he’s always been quite a bit to handle. but i do plan to bring up with Doctor B. about Subject 04’s involvement.” your voice was sharp.

“y-yes. i intent to ask him for his notes when he arrives.” C. nodded.

“lovely. i do hope you will pass them on to me after.” you pulled the sides of your mouth up into a tight lipped smile, not even bothering to match it with your eyes. “good day Doctor.” and with that, you briskly began your walk to Subject 10’s cell.

you scanned your name tag at the door before entering into Subject 10’s cell. the young man was already awake, gently flipping through the pages of a book.

you recalled him speaking about finally being able to read it. many of the Subjects were mostly illiterate, and while 10 still lacked the ability to write, he could now read and understand most of the story book. a child’s copy of Peter Pan.

the handsome young man smiled when he saw you. wishing you a good morning.

“you’re here earlier the usual.” he commented, calming walking up to you, extending his arm for you to take his vitals, same as every morning.

it’s true, you usually attended to Subject 99 first, as he was your main responsibility. you swallowed, you could not tell 10 of what your superiors planned to do to him.

“99 was just released from the medial wing. they took his stats before he left.” you stated. 10 frowned at your words.

“is he alright? shouldn’t you have gone to check on him?” 10’s concern for others was... something the people in this place didn’t deserve.

sometimes, even just calmly speaking with the man, you couldn’t help the guilt you felt that such a gentle soul had found themselves in a place like this.

“i am confident 99 is fine.” you reassured him, taking you stethoscope and pressing it to his chest. he breathed in and out deeply, just as he’d been taught to do.

you felt... some deep twinge of fear. the sound of his heart beating in your ears... was this your last chance to hear it...?

“Doctor... what’s wrong?” 10’s voice was soft and gentle, as always. his hands careful as they lowered yours from his chest.

you turned away from him quickly, placing the stethoscope back around your neck and jotting down your notes.

“i am perfectly fine. it is simply... another day.” you replied. 10’s lips curled into a soft smile.

“i see.” he walked back and took a seat on the small cot he had for a bed. “do you have a blood test for today?” he asked.

“no.” you bit your lip and cursed yourself for the wavering in your voice. 10 tilted his head like a curious cat.

“but it’s tuesday. you always take a blood sample on tuesdays.” he commented.

“...my superiors have...” your voice trailed off, words failing you.

“...it’s okay Doctor.” 10’s words were as sweet as usual. “i know.”

“pardon?” you inquired, finally turning to look at him. what you saw, was the kind, gentle smile on his lips, and tears glistening in his eyes.

“i know i’ll be terminated this evening.” his voice was quieter than usual.

“i- i beg your pardon.” you scrambled to collect yourself, but he simply smiled.

“i’ve known for a long time. don’t worry, no one snitched. i doubt any of the other doctors even know, but...” his gaze dropped to the floor. “an...old friend of mine let me know.”

you were silent. the Subjects had no friends other than each other. and even that kind of interaction was limited and heavily monitored.

“they called him 13. he was terminated a very long time ago.” 10’s voice was quiet, his eyes still glazed over.

you thought back. Subject 13 was terminated only a few days after you had joined the company. out of the other full time Doctors, you had been there the second longest. the senior doctor, was Doctor Z. their sole responsibility was Subject 88. but... you recalled reading something in the records... about a Subject 13.

“13 spoke to each of us before they killed him. i don’t know what he said to the others... but people say his doctor wasn’t ever the same after.” 10 finally looked up, small tears rolling down his cheeks. but... he still offered you a smile.

“he told you... when you were going to die?” you asked. 10 nodded, sniffling slightly and wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“yes. he was the third Subject to be terminated. and, i’ll be the fourth.” his tone was grave, but he still took a shaky breath. standing, he turned to face you. “will you... will you please watch out for the others?”

your heart broke looking at him. even now, as he talked about dying, rather then trying to think of a way to escape, he was worried for the other Subjects.

“yes. i will find out why, why they do this.” you planted your feet firmly, clenching your fists. 10 smiled softly, gently wandering up to you.

“and Doctor... please don’t let this make you cold. i’ll be okay. go take care of 99. don’t worry about me. just... please, be happy.” you stared at the man, unsure of how to respond to his final plea.

“i...” your voice failed you, as you felt the tears well up in your eyes. 10 wasn’t just wasted potential, he wasn’t just a cure for cancer your superiors were taking away, he was a kind, gentle, selfless person. a human being.

this wasn’t just killing a lab rat. this was murder.

“you have my word. this will never happen again.” the power in your voice surprised even you.

10 smiled at your reply. “before you go, can you help me with something?”

“of course.” you immediately followed the young man, as he pulled out the story book.

“can you tell me what this word says?” his question was full of childlike curiosity.

“...neverland. it’s the name of the place.” you replied. 10 quirked a brow.

“but... how can it be called ‘never land’ if they have to land to walk on the ground?” he wondered. you couldn’t help the small chuckle.

“i don’t know. that’s a good question.”

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koko-bopp · 5 years ago

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Blood & Affection

zhang yixing x gender neutral!reader

word count – 1.4K

genre – mafia!au, psychological? fluff? Bro y'all have full permission to question my sanity, I don't even know.

warning(s) – gore, torture, sadism (none inflicted on the reader), mentions of sex.

synopsis – Practically married to a leader of a mafia, mind you, he loves you quite a lot despite his occupation.

"I think–" Yixing began, though swallowed the heavy sigh, just because he was that little bit out of breathe from his... sport. "–I think you learned enough, no?"

He didn't get a response. He'd be surprised if he had. The man sitting in the chair had his arms and legs bound to the chair tight enough that Yixing could witness the rope slowly ripping off the flesh it was tied upon. It looked bad, it would look bad even if you disregarded the fact that the man had approximately six kitchen knives and a mechanical pen penetrated through the skin of his hands just below his knuckles.

Yixing almost admired him. Almost. It took three knives to get him to talk, that's three more than any person Yixing has needed to deal with. But adding another three and a pen was only neccasery to satisfy the gangster's amusement.

Sadistic? Yes, without a doubt.

Fun? Yes, without a second thought.

Unethical definition of fun? Eh. Debatable.

There were waterfalls of red emitting from the top of the victim's hands and making its way to pool onto the concrete floor. The blood glistening under the lightbulb hanging on top of them, honestly making a nice painting out of the colour on uneven colours of grey.

It'll be a bitch to remove the stains, Yixing almost felt bad for the cleaners that operate on the lower floors.

But he needed answers to the whereabouts of his missing weapons, he didn't sacrifice massive amounts of money just for his deliveries to go missing. So in Yixing's mind, six knives and a pen is pretty vanilla to stick into someone's body. He had better things to care about then the comfort of someone who is delaying his plans much longer than he is willing to appropriate.

"Now," Yixing said, taking off his blood-stained black gloves, "I have the love of my life to get back to. Just scream out when they really start hurting and Kyungsoo will be happy to pull them out." He gently tapped the side of the other's face twice, at first for good measure, then kind of cringing at how much the man was sweating. Guess he couldn't blame him.

"Sleep well." Yixing smiled, and if you looked from a distance, it seemed rather sympathetic, but if you looked hard enough, Yixing honestly gave donkey shit about how the other was feeling.

He exited the space, closing the steel door behind him. His clean hands went up to the blazer of his suit, fixing the article of clothing that droplets of blood scattered across it. He seemed to have stepped into the liquid, because there seemed to be a trail of red footprints following his steps. Again, it was the least of his problems.

"Bǎobèi?" A bright smile made its way onto his face. He opened the double doors of his luxury living room, happy to be seeing you peacefully reviewing your client-notes as well being surrounded by a couple of papers and books. Though, seeing you under him wouldn't be too terrible either. He stood at the door like a happy puppy with his hands holding both door's handles, not fully being in the room. "Was I too long, honey?"

"Enough for me to dread my job as a health professional," You joked, looking up at him from your notes with a grin. "Do I get a 'thank you' for finding the driver of your missing toys?"

Yixing chuckled, entering the room and closing the door behind him. He made his way towards you in a completely relaxed demeanor, some would even say affectionate. Your fianceé placed one hand on the arm of the couch where your elbow was rested, and another on the neck of the furniture, trapping you with his body a generous length away from you. "Definitely more than a 'thank you', Honey."

You smiled, reaching up to gently touch Yixing's cheek and shift that little bit to place your lips on his.

It was soft, that little bit of metallic taste coming from, well, his job, but fait enough for the both of you to enjoy the sensation of Yixing dropping his hand down to cup the space just under your jaw, bringing himself forward to get more of what he wants.

"Yixing–" You managed to breathe out, pulling away from your fianceé quick enough before he continued to escalate the moment, "I still have work to do."

"And? Is it urgent?" Yixing asked, stopping himself from rolling his eyes.

"Somewhat," You responded, caressing Yixing's cheek, "I've got one of your boys here who failed their drug test, so I need to follow up with them."

"Shit. Which one?"

"You know, legally, I can't tell you. It's an invasion of their privacy," You chuckled.

"But..." Yixing pouted, "You're my partner, my baby, you can trust me. And mind you, I'm the human embodiment of 'fuck the law'."

You couldn't help but laugh and roll your eyes, "Technically, we're not married yet–"

He didn't let you finish your sentence, just quickly joining your lips with his before locking eyes with you to talk, "Yet. We're not married, yet," Yixing corrected, before sighing, "But regardless. I'll stop prying. Though, please be in bed before midnight, and eat something if you have to."

You smiled, "I'll be upstairs in an hour."

"I'll be waiting," Yixing respond, quite lovingly.

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taem-min-archived · 3 years ago

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The Mirror of Erised - an EXO Collab

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

NCT version | EXO version | SHINee version

Welocme to the millionth eight collab hosted by me @/taemin-jaemin. The topic of this collab is going to revolve around the Mirror of Erised, i.e., on our deepest desires.

.Rules

- The theme of is our deepest desires. It doesn’t have to be a Harry Potter AU or a Magical AU. It’s just on our desires. Though you are free to make it so and even add the Mirror in your story to your liking.

- First come, first serve basis

- There are 11 slots available, as I will be taking one for myself.

- No smut please! I’m a minor.

- All fics must be member x reader or member x oc. For the ease of writing, the reader doesn’t need to be gender neutral. Just mention it in the pairing. The reader has to be inclusive though.

- Works that include the following themes are not allowed between the main pairing: abuse, rape, dub-con, non-con, pedophilia, incest, explicit gore, romanticisation of mental issues, and triggering topics.

- No plagiarism!

- Any genre is allowed, but if it is better if it is yandere. But it is up to you!

- Having discord is mandatory for communication purposes.

- The minimum word count is 1k. There is no maximum.

- The deadline is November 2022. But I do understand that we all have our personal lives and works and so it can be extended if wanted.

- The last date to dropout is September 2022. I’ll understand if you can’t participate any more, but please dm me.

- Any change in url, please dm me.

- If you would like to join the collab, please dm me along with the name of the member you want to write for.

- Please reblog this post once you’ve been selected.

.Slots

Kim Minseok

Lu Han

Kim Junmyeon

Zhang Yixing - @kpoptrashlord-007

Byun Baekhyun - @lucas-wongs

Kim Jongdae

Park Chanyeol - @baekhyunslightningboltarm

Huang Zitao - @yukheislipsx

Do Kyungsoo - @taemin-jaemin (me)

Kim Jongin - @writeformesinpie

Oh Sehun - @exosbloodline

#exo #exo collab #exo collab call #ot12 #exo ot12 #╼╼ collabs ╼╼

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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Kinktober D19: Exes - Lay

Pairing: Dom! Yixing x Sub! Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Exes to lovers, mention of breakup, dom/sub themes, dry humping, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, implied sex, spanking, sir kink.

Word Count: 544

Tag list: @hyunsungcore

If someone asked what the last thing you would have expected to happen at the charity event this evening would have been, you likely would have said running into your ex Yixing at all. Though now that you were back in his hotel room, lips pressed together like that was the only way either of you would be able to breath that seemed like a rather mild thought. The fact of it was though that despite your breakup even being on bad terms it hadn’t been due to either of you being bad people, it was simply bad timing. You both had things in life to do and over time communication just slipped aside, your feelings however....had not. Which certainly didn’t help the desperation that was taking you over, clothes sticking to you and far too hot as you grind down against Yixing’s clothed bulge beneath you. Hands moving to start slipping your clothes off, before Yixing grips them and moves them away only he doesn’t replace them with his own as he kisses over your neck, sucking a hickey at the junction at the base of it.

Your whine breaks into a moan at the way his lips work on your skin, “Y-Yixing please, I-I need it....I-I need you.”

While your begging is music to Yixing, everything he wants to hear from you it’s not yet enough. Spanking over your clothed ass and rolling his hips up to meet your soft grinding and spur you on further.

“Oh I know. I think you need to convince me to give that to you though. You can’t just walk out and the crawl back to me on your knees like a little slut and expect forgiveness now can you?” Yixing raises a brow, a mocking smirk on his lips. His words may have stung your heart if earlier he hadn’t been whispering soft confessions of forgiveness and returning your feelings still on the way up to your room, no you knew this was an act in the heat of the moment. You loved the way his words only further lit you on fire though.

“No sir, I have to earn it like a good little cumslut.” Your voice is small, but you remember the words he loves to hear. You could never forget when him like this was engrained in your memory, what you used on lonely nights when you were far too needy to sleep. Like that, ever so eager to please your grinding down onto him harder, wanting to make him feel good and getting pleasure from it yourself. Yixing watches, confidence rising as he sees you falling apart above him like this, still fully clothes a light sheen from sweat across your skin as you work for it. He knows you want to make him cum, however, he also knows you’re falling apart far too quickly for that. He doesn’t mind in the least though as he grips your jaw and brings you in for a dominant and bruising kiss, it only lasts a moment though before he’s looking into your eyes with dark, lustful ones.

“Cum for me slut, just like this. Make a whole fucking mess of yourself all for me and then we can get to the real fun.”

#kinktober #lay #zhang yixing #yixing oneshot #yixing smut #exo oneshot #exo smut

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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you stole my star [kim junmyeon]

summary: ‘defeat the bad guys, save the universe, get the guy.’ that’s how it’s supposed to work, and you intend to follow it in that exact order, because it seems pretty complicated to not do it that way. but your team leader, junmyeon, makes you want to throw the entire plan out the window.

pairing: blackpaladin!kim junmyeon x gender neutral redpaladin!reader

genre: voltron!au, sci-fi, angst with a happy ending, i guess?

warnings: language, mentions of torture, war, and violence, implied self hatred, implied ptsd, mentions of attempted self injury, slight body horror?, mentions of amputations and forced body modification (reader is forcibly experimented on and given a prosthetic arm)

song rec: daft crush - instant crush (feat. julian casablancas) ♡ coldplay (feat. rihanna) - princess of china

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old writing blog on november 30th, 2018. at the time i loved the voltron reboot and was still optimistic that the final season wouldn’t suck. for those of you who don’t know what voltron is: voltron is a giant mech robot formed by five smaller robots in the shape of lions. each lion is piloted by a paladin, and the lion chooses their paladin according to the traits the person possesses.

masterlist

The training room was where you spent most of your free time, nowadays. You missed the days where you were able to throw yourself into bed and not get up until your body odor demanded you take a shower.

The training sequence you were currently practicing with was programmed for hand to hand combat. The drone you were fighting against was pushing you to your limits, feeling your muscles strain with every punch and kick you threw. You were quick to calculate when to dodge the punches the drone threw, when to step back when the drone advanced.

The drone advanced, and you took your opportunity, throwing a punch, followed by a kick to the stomach. The machine fell to the ground, but before you could finish, someone interrupted you.

“End training sequence.”

The drone vanished as it registered the command, and you rested your hands on your knees, lowering your head as you recognized the voice. “I almost had it there, you know,” You muttered bitterly, between pants. You heard him shift behind you.

“I know you did. But I needed to talk to you.”

You remained in your position for a few seconds, catching your breath, before standing back up straight and turning to face your leader.

Junmyeon had been your best friend, back on Earth, back at the academy where you both trained to be deep space pilots. Everything changed when the blue lion was found on earth, and you all realized Baekhyun was its pilot. It led you to the castle, which was also the ship you currently resided in, and eventually, to the rest of the lions that formed the mightiest weapon in the universe: Voltron.

As Baekhyun was destined to be the blue lion’s paladin, Sehun was to be the green lion’s paladin, Yixing the yellow lion’s paladin, and you the red lion’s paladin. Junmyeon had been destined for the black lion, the biggest one, making him the leader of the paladins by default.

“What is it?” You asked irritably, walking past him, pulling on your jacket and grabbing the bottle of water you always carried with you during training, both of which were next to each other on the floor next to the wall.

You eyed him warily as you uncapped the bottle, taking a long sip. He was still wearing his armor, black and white, fitting against his built, lithe body. His hair, slightly mussed from having worn his helmet, was sticking up in a few different directions. He looked rugged, handsome as always. But you were still pissed at him, regardless of how handsome he looked.

“I wanted to apologize,” He murmured, not meeting your gaze as he crossed his arms. You lowered the water bottle feeling a few drops fall down your chin as you leaned against the wall. You frowned and mirrored his posture as you crossed your arms as well.

“Jun, I get it,” You replied gruffly, pulling out the hair tie that was holding your hair up, “You’re under a lot of fucking stress. You’re the leader of the resistance against the Red Forces, and everyone looks up to you for guidance. I get that. But what you said? Calling me useless in front of the others, in the middle of a dogfight like that? Fucked up. Fucked. Up. I’m your second in command, Jun. I think I deserve a little more respect than that.”

“Why do you think I’m coming to apologize for!?” He fired back, immediately defensive. He was angry, you could tell, even as he looked down, and you shifted your gaze elsewhere. “You think I’m proud of the fact that I said that? I don’t, Y/N, not at all.”

His voice cracked, and you looked back to him, in shock. “Jun—”

“You’re not useless,” He insisted, voice quiet,” I was freaking out about what was happening. It’s the first time you’re in major combat since— since—”

He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to. You knew what he meant.

About a year ago, you’d been captured in a major battle between the Red Forces and the Voltron Coalition. The months before your rescue were harrowing, full of torture and using you as their little lab rat. It didn’t cost you your life, but it did cost you your left arm.

Your left arm, which had been replaced with new RF tech in an experiment they’d performed on you. It wasn’t your arm. It was a piece of disgusting metal that was attached to your body and you hated it, almost as much as you hated the Red Forces themselves.

Ever since your return the team had been tiptoeing around you, especially Junmyeon. You were grateful for it, the first month or two, giving you your space and letting you recover, but the more time went on, the more restless you became, missions that could have been done much faster with your help became more tedious and dangerous as you were told to stay in the castle.

You were left behind with the others, Chanyeol, Minseok, Jongdae, Jongin, and Kyungsoo, all aliens of the same race whose planet had been destroyed by the Red Forces, to wait, and to be treated like glass began to put you on edge, until very recently when decided that it was time for you to rejoin the fight.

“Jun, I…” You lowered your head, sighing. “I get that you’re scared, I’m scared too. But I have to do this, not just for my sake, but for the sake of us. The universe.”

His hardened gaze was aimed towards the floor, but you could still see the uneasiness in it.

“Do you remember the medical assessment Chanyeol performed on you once we rescued you?”

Chanyeol was the head medical chief aboard the ship. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to recall.

Truth be told, your memory of the rescue, before it began, during, and after it ended, was fuzzy. Subconsciously, you’d forced it to the back of your mind, not wanting to remember the traumatic events that occurred. If Chanyeol had performed a medical assessment on you, which sounded logical, you couldn’t recall.

You shook your head, telling him this. He shut his eyes, and shuddered.

“I don’t think you’d fully realized what they’d done to your arm until that moment when Chanyeol asked you to move your fingers, because he wanted to see how the arm worked.“

He was looking at you now, the look in his eyes grim, pained. You could feel his breath fanning your face. When had he gotten so much closer to you?

“Y-you started crying and screaming, freaking out. Before long, we had to restrain you, because you were trying to pull it out with your other hand. We didn’t want you to hurt yourself. I couldn’t let you hurt yourself, more than you already were.”

You didn’t say anything, because you could feel your throat tightening.

“Y/N, you’re the red paladin. The red paladins are always the toughest ones, the ones that keep it together when everything is going to shit. It’s why we work so well together, if I freak out about something I know you’ll be there to help me through it. To see you like that, I…”

He didn’t finish.

You looked up to finally face him, and the tears in his eyes were prominent, but he immediately began blinking them away.

“I panicked today, because I didn’t want them to take you away from me again. A-away from all of us.”

“Jun,” You mumbled, voice weak. He paused. You began subconsciously counting the seconds that passed.

Three… four… five…

Junmyeon surged forward, engulfing you in a hug. His armor was cold against your skin, and you could smell the faint metallic smell that came from it. He smelled like the body wash he’d picked up in an alien trading post a few months ago, the one that made him smell like incense.

You shut your eyes tightly, arms coming up to embrace him as well.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered, “And I know what I said isn’t justified but I don’t want you to think that I think—”

“Junmyeon?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up for a minute, please.”

He didn’t answer, for which you were grateful. You willed your body to relax, your stiff limbs sighing in relief as you slumped against the black paladin.

You weren’t quite sure how long you stayed like that. But when you did break away, you could see that you were both crying. You sniffled, scrunching up your nose, before opening your mouth to speak. He did the same.

“I love you.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

Your eyes widened at his revelation, heartbeat accelerating rapidly. “What?”

Junmyeon licked his dry lips, eyebrows raised. “I said,” He murmured softly, as his words were only for you, “I love you.”

You stared at him, mouth agape.

“J-Junmyeon, I…”

You weren’t quite sure how to respond. Sehun had always teased you about how you two made “googly eyes” at each other when the other wasn’t looking, but you always thought it was just his overactive imagination. On Junmyeon’s part, at least.

One of his hands left your back to come up to your face. His gloved hand wiped away one of the tears that had fallen down your face, and you sighed as the rough material dragged against your skin.

“I know it’s a bad time,” He explained, shaking his head, “What with the universe depending on us to save it, and all. But never for a second have I ever thought that you aren’t the one for me.”

You inhaled softly, a sad smile ghosting across your face. “Jun, I… I don’t know if I can do this, right now.”

His face fell, and he began to pull away from you, but you grabbed his face to keep him in place. His nose brushed against yours, and you gulped in anticipation. His face was unreadable, eyes gazing into yours earnestly, sadly.

“C-can I kiss you? Just this once?” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

You nodded, drunk off of his proximity. “P-please, Junmyeon…”

His lips were soft, gentle, and warm against yours, and you felt he was trying not to overstep your boundaries, not too harsh or overbearing. His hands pulled you slightly closer as yours gripped his face tighter than before. He hummed into the kiss, and you hummed back, hands going to run through his dark, already mussed up hair.

You pulled away slowly, slightly out of breath. You exhaled shakily, well aware of what you’d just done. “Junmyeon, we can’t. N-not right now.”

He nodded, but didn’t let you go. You didn’t want him to, anyway. But the moment you left this training room, it wasn’t Y/N and Junmyeon, it was the red and black paladins, leaders of the Voltron Coalition. If you decided to go through with a relationship, you risked ruining your friendship, as well as the whole way the both of you ran the rebellion against the Red Forces. It was simply too much of a risk.

“But if you’re willing to wait for me, Jun…” You murmured, meeting his melancholy stare. He nodded, soft smile returning.

“I will, Y/N. Promise.”

#kpop x reader #exo x reader #junmyeon x reader #suho x reader #kpop angst #exo angst #suho angst #kpop scenarios #exo scenarios #suho scenarios #junmyeon scenarios #my writing

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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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EXO: X.O. (Part One)

Characters: EXO x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: dating sim au, horror au, this part is really vanilla tho

Tag list: @fullsun-donghyuck

a/n: lines in italics are what’s said in the game!!

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You were expecting this to be very boring. You pretty much knew the ins and outs of this game since you were the one who created it. You knew who would speak, what they would speak about, and all the endings. And you knew you had to test all of the endings to make sure everything was good.

You were going to be here for a while.

It started with a few intro text boxes that were essentially narrated by your character, with your name in the top left corner of the text box at the bottom. You didn’t even bother reading it, just skimming it to make sure there weren’t any errors as you continuously clicked your mouse to make the words fly by.

The scene switched from the outside of a generic school to the inside of a classroom. You knew that the dialogue was talking about getting settled into the classroom before your nine friends came in. Then the nine boys in question faded into screen.

Junmyeon: How did you beat us here, _____?

Baekhyun: Yeah, you’re usually late for class unless somebody has to hold your hand and drag you here.

Kyungsoo: Aren’t you one to talk?

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, letting out a quiet huff.

Baekhyun: Don’t call me out.

Yixing stepped through the small crowd around my desk, smiling down at me where I sat.

Yixing: Anyway, we’re glad you’re back in class today! We missed you a lot the last two days.

Chanyeol’s face fell slightly as he looked off at the ground.

Chanyeol: Yeah, now that Kris, Tao, and Luhan moved away, it sucked having you gone, too.

Kyungsoo: _____ was only out sick for two days. It’s not like they moved away.

Chanyeol: But still!

I offered a soft smile and reached out for Chanyeol’s hand.

_____: I appreciate that you missed me, Yeol. What did I miss while I was out?

Minseok sat in one of the empty seats beside me, starting to get his belongings out of his backpack before class started.

Minseok: We didn’t learn anything new except in history. We’ve been learning about Caesar's cipher.

Sehun: It’s baby stuff.

The youngest boy took his usual seat behind me. He always preferred sitting at the back, but I never really knew why. It wasn’t like he was a troublemaker like Baekhyun, Chanyeol, or Jongdae. Sehun was actually a pretty good student. I was surprised he didn’t sit toward the front like Junmyeon.

Sehun: I don’t know why they’re teaching it. It’s not like it’s a hard concept.

Baekhyun whined, lightly whacking the youngest in the back of the head.

Baekhyun: It’s not easy for everybody, Sehun.

You started skipping through the dialogue faster. You had only put that in because that��s what you were studying in class at the time, and you really didn’t feel like reading about it again. Not only that, but you had multiple endings to get through, so you wanted to go through them all as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t until the game started moving along that you slowed down to make sure you weren’t just rapidly clicking when it came time to make a choice.

The bell rang, signifying that it was time for the next class.

Jongin turned around to face me as the rest of the class began packing up to leave. He smiled his dazzling, bright smile as he reached out to close your notebook while you were putting the homework pages away in your folder.

Jongin: So what’s your extra curricular today?

Chanyeol practically jumped up from his seat, excitedly exclaiming,

Chanyeol: Ooh, is it with me?!

Jongdae gave a small pout as he stood up from his chair.

Jongdae: You always think it’s with you.

The remaining boys gathered around my seat, awaiting my answer.

Junmyeon: So what does your schedule say, _____?

Before clicking to prompt the choices, you made sure to press the save button and save it to the first open file before deciding. You wanted to be sure you could go back later to do the rest of the routes, too.

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I have the schedule up until part three figured out because the results for part three determine if there’s an extra part or not, so here’s the schedule up until then: part two -- 10/3, part three -- 10/5, part 3.5/four -- 10/7. that means you have a whole day between those parts for voting in the polls, but I’ll elaborate more on poll duration at the end of every part with a poll. and if you’d like to be added to the tag list, lmk!!!

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rofics · 8 years ago

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Writing Challenge: Day 6

prompt: note

I guess you can call them a secret admirer, I would find post it notes throughout my day with little messages on them. The questions were cute and simple, not creepy looking which was important. Questions like;

How are you today?

Did you sleep well?

And a few others. Since I wasn’t scared or threatened by these little notes I started to look forward to them and even responded to a few. As time went on I started to try and see who was leaving the notes but could never catch them. I began to come in early or I would stay a bit late. I even began asking others if they noticed anything but they weren’t any help so I knew I had to step up my game. Even if random students didn’t know, my friends were willing to help out and watch if anyone put notes down. They were mainly on my locker, on my desk, or on my book bag somehow. I started paying attention to people I passed by but gathered nothing.

Today I started my day off normally and walked the short distance to school, I was contemplating on giving up but my stubbornness wouldn’t let me. I wanted to know who was so interested in me. I enter the school and greet my friend and then my other friend comes bounding to me

“Y/N! Y’N!” she yells and almost crashes into me

“Woah there, what’s got you so excited?” I question, patting her fly away hairs down

“I saw who puts the notes on your desk! I left Math class but realized I left my purse in there so I went back to get it and you will never EVER guess who it was” she says, all in one clump of excited breath

“I’m surprised you said all of that in one breath” he states in awe and she waves him off

“Who was it?” I ask timidly, anticipating the answer

“It’s Yixing! The transfer student you thought was really cute! He tried to play it cool but I rushed out as soon as I could to tell you” she rushes out and my heart thumps.

‘Oh my freaking gosh! He’s the one??!!! I’ve wanted to talk to him for so long but never got a chance. He either walked away before I could get to him or my friends swept me away’

“Heelloooo, earth to Y/N” F/N asks, waving his hand in my face. I snap out of my trance with a blush on my face and smile in happiness. Then that gave me an idea!

“What are you thinking? I see the wheels turning in your head” F/N demands. We walk together so we’re not late to our class and I pull them close since I’m in the middle

“I’ll start leaving him notes! Telling him that I know and want to meet sometime. Maybe I could bait him out and confess!” I whisper excitedly and F/N nods her head

“That’s not a bad idea..” she trails off and the first bell rings. We split for first period and then that’s when reality hit me like a brick..Yixing was going to transfer into all of my classes, I remember each of my teachers saying that. My world crashed and realized how hard it would be to sneak the notes in now that we’d be on the same schedule. When I sat down at my desk I put my head on my desk and groaned inwardly..I had to think of something. I slipped my book bag off and put it to the side of my desk where I noticed another note

‘I guess you know now huh?’ it read and I took my pen out to right my response then put it underneath my desk. The life had came back into me and I could barely contain my excitement

‘Maybe this could work’ I think to myself and within the blink of an eye class was done. I waited for everyone to leave so I could get up peacefully and I ran into Yixing

“Hi Y/N” he says warmly and my brain malfunctions

“Hi” I reply meekly and scold myself for sounding so tiny. He motions for us to walk together and I follow. Our next class was on the other side of the school so we had a few minutes to talk.

“Your friend saw me..I figured I may as well tell you that I was leaving you those notes” he confesses and my heart explodes.

“You could have talked to me in person..although I did really like the notes” I reply, looking at him from the side.

“Would you like to go out sometime? I want to get to know you better” he asks and I smile.

“I’d love to get to know you better as well” I confess and see his face light up.

“Great!” he exclaims as we reach our next class, he opens the door for me and my heart explodes again..curse that cute boy.

-Ro. This is set around high school time cuz why not, as always I hope you all enjoy^^

#exo #exo lay #lay #exo yixing #yixing #exo x reader #reader insert #kpop reader insert #exo lay x reader #lay x reader #yixing x reader #exo yixing x reader #gender neutral reader #writing challenge

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velvetchen · 6 years ago

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con ardore | pt. ii

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Scenario: piano instructor!au Pairing: Lay x (gender neutral) reader Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: mild descriptions of music theory

Summary: You’re on the verge of achieving your dream of becoming a concert pianist, but your new instructor and you don’t exactly see eye to eye...

a/n: look i’m updating on time!!

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You were there early again. Or, at least, you thought you were early. When you pushed open the doors to the building, pausing to take off your coat and hang it over your arm, he was there, sitting in the lobby with his ankles class and sheet music spread over his lap while he looked at his phone.

You stole a glance at your watch; it was at least twenty minutes before your class was supposed to start. You had hoped to settle in, practice a little before he arrived - not that you hadn’t already spent the whole day practicing - but that wasn’t to be, apparently.

Yixing noticed you the moment you walked in, looking up from his phone and meeting your eyes. You lifted your hand in a little half-wave. “Hi,” you said.

He got up, pushing his sheet music into a folder and sliding it into his bag, one of those leather slings that made anyone look sophisticated. In his case, even more sophisticated. He gestured in the direction of the room with a nod, and you nodded back, comfortable with the silent exchange.

Yixing followed behind you as you led the way through the halls to the room. You had the keys, although you were sure Madame Choi had probably requested for a set to be given to Yixing too. Unlocking the door, you stepped in, breathing the warm, musty wooden scent of its interior - it still smelled faintly of a mix of your perfume, imbued in the air from the hours you spent there, and something heavier, a lingering low note that you identified as Yixing’s cologne from the day before.

Wordlessly, you pulled out the bench and sat down as he relaxed into the armchair again.

“Did you practice what we did yesterday?” He asked as you unlocked the piano’s lid. It was a rhetorical question, a little tricky - any answer would set him up to expect that you would do better than the day before.

“Yes,” you said, because you had. To be honest, you were nervous. As much as you had practiced, you dreaded his comments. Because as much as you had practiced, you had the sinking feeling he’d have something to say. To put your hard work down once again. You shouldn’t have to feel like that.

He nodded. “Okay, we’ll see how you’ve done, and then we’ll move on to the next piece. You have six pieces in total, am I correct?”

“Yes,” you said again.

He pulled out a sheet from his bag, a piece of thick, creamy paper that you recognized as your program. He read it over, his eyebrows drawing together. “Start,” he said, still looking over it.

You dithered for a moment, then set your hands on the keys. Then paused, realizing you hadn’t taken the sheet music out yet.

“Play it without the sheets,” Yixing said as you leaned over to retrieve them.

“But I made notes on that copy about the changes…” You trailed off.

“That’s fine. I want you to try, anyway.” You thought he was being oddly gentle after yesterday - his tone was looser, but not yet bordering on friendly. That was alright, you supposed. He was just your instructor, you shouldn’t expect him to be anything else. At least he wasn’t criticizing you with the mere force of his gaze anymore.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your fingers on the keys. The opening notes spilled forward as you leaned into the song, trying to remember all the changes you’d made the previous day.

“Stop there.”

There it was. Wincing internally, you lifted your hands, turning to look at Yixing.

“I told you yesterday, try to let it come naturally.” You opened your mouth to retort at that, but he stopped you. “Don’t overthink that statement. Just let yourself play.”

It went smoothly. Or so you thought. You’d felt a little looser in playing it, at least. Maybe that was enough.

You played the last note, holding it a little longer than usual before dropping it and looking up at Yixing. He had his eyes closed, his chin resting in his hand as he leaned against the armrest.

“Better,” he conceded, without opening his eyes. “Marginally, at least. Do you know it by heart now?”

“Well, yes, of course, but-”

“Still, however, lacking in some ways. Let’s try something.” He cut you off, sitting up straight and pulling his chair close so that he could reach the keys.

He reached over, plucking the closed sheet music from its stand. “I want you to do a little visualization exercise. Switch seats with me.”

Warily, you did so. He sat at the piano’s bench, placing his fingers - immaculately manicured, you noticed - delicately on the keys. “Close your eyes.”

You didn’t quite trust him yet, so it was a little unnerving not being able to see him. “Okay.”

“When you listen to this piece, what do you visualize? When you listen, not play,” he said. “Tell me the images that come to mind.”

You wracked your brain, the edges of the melody playing in your mind as you tried to glean an image. And stopped as you realized that you were coming up blank. Was it because you could feel him staring at you, though your eyes were closed? Staring at you, pressuring you. You started to worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

“We don’t have all day, Y/N.” His tone was drier than before.

You swallowed, not wanting to admit you couldn’t think of anything. “I think of…” you trailed off. “Um, it’s not a very happy song.”

“No, it isn’t. Don’t tell me that’s all there is to it.” You heard his fingers slip on the keys, then heard the familiar notes as he played the first eight measures before stopping - but even those eight measures managed to sweep you away. “What does this make you think of?”

“It seems lighthearted,” you said, still reeling from his playing. “But deceptively so, because I know the next segment isn’t.”

He hummed in assent. “Yes.” Then he continued the song from where he’d left off, softer this time, like it was indicated in the piece. You noticed, though, how he slowed at sections where you didn’t, played some notes louder than others. The end cut off. He looked at you expectantly.

“It’s a more transitional part,” you said. “And then the principal melody returns, almost as if…as if a happy thought is clouded over by a sad one before it reemerges.”

He started to play again without any response. This time he didn’t stop in between, going on for longer, and you found yourself transfixed in a way you’d never felt before. Somehow, when he played, you felt like you were playing it yourself - like the notes were coming out of you - your body, instead of the body of the piano. You could feel them vibrating in you in a way that wasn’t just because of the resonance of the music itself, but the feeling that he imbued in it.

You wished you could play like that.

You were left lost as he stopped again. “And this?” He asked, snapping you out of the trance that his playing had put you in.

You looked from his hands to his face, which was now less stern than before, and back to his hands. Obviously you weren’t paying attention to what he asked you to do. Still, you stammered out a response: “You changed the tempo in the middle. It’s faster than it’s supposed to be. And louder, too.”

“Good observation,” he said. “I did that so that the change in key stands out from the surrounding parts, which are repetitions of each other. What did that make you imagine?”

You still didn’t get where he was going with this, but you went along with it. “It sounds…like it’s building momentum.”

He retracted his hands. You almost frowned at the thought he wouldn’t play more. “Do you see? You have to identify what the song is trying to tell you, and then you have a conversation with it.”

When he put it that way, you almost understood. Almost - because you understood what he was saying in theory, but you were lost when it came to actually doing it.

“Remember, let it come naturally,” he instructed. “If you know the song well, it will tell you what to do. I want you to feel it. Play with your eyes closed.”

“Closed? I’ve never done that.” You tried not to look too incredulous.

He nodded towards the piano. “Give it a try. It helps me with the visualization. It might do the same for you.”

Wary, you closed your eyes, a little pleasantly surprised when your fingers settled into the right positions on their own, the keys feeling warm and comfortable. You had the urge to pry one eye open, just to check if you were in the right spot, but kept your eyes squeezed shut. Yixing’s stare was fixed on you, and if you opened your eyes, you would feel the full weight of it.

You took a deep breath. Might as well try. Slowly, you started to play, but it was only a few notes in before your fingers started to slip the wrong way. You paused, tried again. This time you got a little further, feeling the music start to take shape, before you messed up. You let out an involuntary noise of frustration, feeling your eyes burn. You hated showing weakness. You hated being less than perfect, and suddenly you were. And in front of him - Zhang Yixing, epitome of perfection - it felt ten times worse.

Zhang Yixing had proved himself to be perfect. The kind of perfect you aspired to be. The kind of perfect you worked tirelessly towards, practicing until your hands felt like they were bleeding and you couldn’t move your wrists anymore. You opened your eyes. “I can’t.” The words burned your throat as you admitted them.

Yixing just hummed, a neutral expression covering his face. That was the thing you didn’t like - you had no idea what he was thinking at any given moment. “Try again.”

You swallowed, but closed your eyes again, startling when you heard his chair move. You felt his presence move as he stood up, moving around to stand on your left. The close proximity made your heart thud, involuntarily. You were almost sure he could hear it. You opened your eyes just slightly to see the space between you was barely the length of your hand. Unable to look up at his face, you ducked your head down once more as you started to play.

You were about halfway through before your eyes opened on their own, your hands stilling, the last few notes slipping away like the edges of a dream after you awoke with a start. You stopped abruptly to stare at your hands, wondering why they were suddenly failing you. Slowly, you let out a breath, allowing yourself to relax. It was only the pressure. Stress from the day of the concert being so close. Stress from Yixing’s acerbic words the previous day. Despite the day having ended on a good note, those words still lingered in your mind, reinforcing what you sometimes told yourself on bad days.

That you weren’t good enough. That no matter how much you tried, you wouldn’t get where you wanted.

“Are you alright?” Yixing’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You’d forgotten how close he was.

“I’m fine,” you said, a smile stretching your lips for a moment before it faded.

He must have sensed something was off, because he said, “Maybe that’s enough visualization for one day. Run through it one more time, and then we’ll move on to the Lizst.”

You nodded. He’d picked up on your sudden change in mood, and you were grateful for it.

This you could do.

The lesson passed on like the day before, with you playing the pieces over and over as he made small suggestions here and there, let you take over elsewhere. It felt like you were slowly striking a balance, slowly coming to an agreement. He was no longer as harsh with you, and you no longer took his words to heart. At least, you were trying not to.

“My hands hurt,” you said in mild surprise after a while, looking down at them.

Yixing chuckled. “You practice too much.”

You shot him a glance out of the corner of your eye. “Too much? It’s my debut!”

“Ah, but don’t they say not to practice when it really matters?”

“Well, that’s crap advice,” you said, and he laughed again. You were surprised at his laugh - at first he’d seemed like the type of person who’d never dare to let a smile sit on his face for a moment too long. But when he did smile, you thought he should never stop.

“But seriously speaking,” he said, “I think you overwork yourself.”

You knew he was right. Madame Choi herself told you often enough, but… “No, I don’t.” The words had no conviction.

“You do,” he insisted. “You’ve already come to this level. I don’t think an hour more or less of practice will make any difference.” Suddenly, he stood up, picking up his coat from the back of the armchair. “Actually, I think we’re done for today.”

You looked at the clock, frowning. “There’s an hour left.”

“I am aware. What were you planning on having for dinner tonight?”

His question made you raise a brow. Normally, you would get home by half past ten, make a bowl of instant ramen - adding an egg if you were patient enough - and fall asleep immediately after, listening to your debut pieces over and over until you did. Yesterday you were later than usual - leftover takeout, still cold from the fridge, was all you’d had. You hadn’t had the patience to wait for the microwave. “Nothing interesting, I guess.” You weren’t sure where he was going with this.

“Do you mind if I take you somewhere, then?” He backtracked slightly at your expression. “It’s not a…I don’t mean anything. I’d simply like to get to know my student better. We only have a week, after all.”

You opened your mouth, ready to protest, then conceded. “Alright. Where?”

“There’s that place across the street,” he said vaguely, slipping on his coat and waiting by the door as you packed up all your things. This felt strange. You barely knew Yixing, had almost hated him the previous day, and now here you were, letting him take you to dinner. The day after you met him.

You were having second thoughts, but you were already at the door, locking it. He was right about there being a small restaurant nestled between a barbershop and a more frequented cafe. You followed, tucking your coat tight around your body as Yixing held the door open for you. Muttering your thanks, you slipped inside and looked around. The interior was warm and dim, the walls panelled in deep red fabric and cherry wood, with latticed wood dividers separating the small tables.

Not a date, you thought, suddenly feeling odd. This place wasn’t what you expected. You glanced towards Yixing. Then again, there was no way you could imagine Yixing going anywhere more crowded. The quiet warmth of this place suited him.

You lingered behind, a little awkwardly, as Yixing exchanged a greeting with the receptionist. Then he led you forward, and you found yourself tucked into a little corner table. It wasn’t as secluded as some of the others, and you could still see the rest of the room.

“Go ahead,” Yixing said, pushing the menu towards you. “Don’t worry about the cost.”

“What? I mean, no, I can’t. I’ll pay my own share.”

“Y/N, I came here to talk to you. Not to argue.” He pushed the menu towards you again. “Pick.”

You cheeks warm, you took the menu and stared down at it instead of at him. You were aware he was watching you. It seemed like you had a sense for that; always able to feel his stare on you.

Once you had given your order and the waiter had slipped away, Yixing settled back in his chair. “What do you do, besides playing?”

You hated that question. Normally, you’d give the straightforward answer - nothing. There was nothing in your life beyond playing, visiting the gym every other day, and studying music in between cooking meals in your cramped apartment kitchen. How would you answer this question to make it look like you were doing something with your life that wasn’t waiting? Waiting for your debut, working towards some kind of unattainable perfection. His brand of perfection.

You couldn’t. He’d see right through you. “Not much,” you said, looking down at the table again. “Music is everything for me, I guess.”

“I see,” he said. Maybe, you thought, he would understand. After all, this was the man who’d dedicated his life to music ever since he was a kid. You wondered for a moment if that had been his own doing, or if circumstance had made it so. You wanted to ask, but kept the question to yourself.

Your food arrived. Yixing leaned forward, above the fine line of steam rising from his bowl. “Tell me, why did you pick the Polonaise in F-sharp minor?”

You eyed him as you thought for a moment. “Why that, specifically, out of all tof them?”

“It’s not a very popular piece. If I were you, I would play it safe with the A-flat major.”

“Madame Choi suggested the same,” you agreed. “But I think the A-flat major is too refined. Too…I don’t know. Structured, straightforward. I prefer the raw dynamics of the F-sharp minor. It’s imposing, menacing almost, especially compared to the E-flat major.”

Yixing nodded. “Good choice. I thought the same.”

“Did you?” You asked, taking a bite of your food, letting a small smile curve your lips.

“Yes,” Yixing said. “The E-flat major itself is softer, more tender. You play it softer than necessary to accentuate that. Why, then, did you choose the E-flat major?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “It’s not a well known piece. Neither is it played very often in debut concerts. I had difficulties with how delicate it was, compared to my usual style. Madame Choi thought it might show my versatility.”

“Versatility,” Yixing chuckled. “Yes, indeed.” He looked satisfied with your answer, so you didn’t say anything else.

At that moment, his phone rang. You looked away, focusing on your dinner as he answered the call. Even so, you couldn’t help but listen in - not that it was hard with him being only a foot away.

“Hello? Yes, it’s me. Yes, I can do that. When? Sunday morning? No, I have somewhere to be on Saturday evening. I won’t be able to make it.”

You looked up.

“No, I can’t. Thank you for the offer. My apologies.” Calm as ever, he set the phone down, raising a brow when he saw your bemused expression.

“You’re staying for my concert?” you asked.

“Is there any reason I wouldn’t?” he replied, almost seeming affronted.

You glanced away, suddenly awkward. “No, I just thought…Madame Choi will be back on Saturday morning. I thought you wouldn’t want to stay past that. Besides, you said…” You trailed off. “Nothing. Thank you, then.”

“What did I say?” Amusement tinted his voice.

“You didn’t…you didn’t seem very enthusiastic about having to listen to me play.” Your face burned, suddenly, and you hesitated. Why? He obviously hadn’t refrained from criticizing you, had he?

“Ah,” he said. “Yes, that. I see why you might be surprised.” He finished his meal, setting the cutlery down delicately. “No worries. I’ll be there.”

You opened your mouth to ask him the question that was lingering in your mind. Why was he - Zhang Yixing, premier concert pianist in the world, the kind of person who, if they showed up to view a recital, would set the entire classical music scene to gossip - why was he here? Why did he agree to teach you? He certainly had some respect for Madame Choi, but coaching a student he’d never met for the one week before their debut concert?

“Will you be having anything else?” His question lurched you out of your thoughts, and you shelved your question away for later - now wasn’t the time.

“No, I’m done,” you said, and frowned. “You don’t have to pay for me, you know.”

“I insist,” he waved your interjection off. “Consider it an apology for yesterday. I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you on your first day with me.”

When you glanced at him, you got the sense that he was going to say something more, though he kept himself perfectly neutral as he looked over the bill. Did that mean he was harsh with all his students, not just you? Oddly, the thought brought you no relief. Was he harsh just because he could be? Because he’d earned his spot at the top?

He was perfectly civil now, though. Almost kind. You’d got him to laugh. It shouldn’t have felt like such a big achievement, but it did.

He left you outside the building. “I’d take you home,” he began. “But that might be too much, and you would definitely refuse me.”

“That’s right,” you said, with a small laugh. “Thank you, though. And thank you for dinner.”

“Like I said, consider it my apology.” He did look contrite. “Don’t practice any more today. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

Your fingertips tingled on cue at the reminder of practice. “Okay,” you said, even though you were planning on going home and practicing some more. Maybe trying out the visualization again. Without Yixing watching you, it might be easier.

“I mean it,” he said. “Enough. You will wear yourself out. Trust me on that.”

You smiled. “All right.”

“Well, then,” he said, nodding. “Good night.”

“Good night, Yixing,” you said, and with another nod he walked off, losing himself in the crowd of the street in an instant.

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maknaes-and-hyungs · 7 years ago

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Anniversary

{Ignore all the Exo’s. His face is just perfect for this reaction so-}

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Group: Idol Producer / EXO

Guest Starring {What do I call this}: Lin Yanjun

Genre: Angst but like only cause of jealousy and Fluff

Note: Ok so I am trying to write this gender neutral which is hard for me. Understand that is only, because I am bad a being vague when it comes to writing but I will try my hardest. Also I love jealousy plots so thank you!~Rin

P.S. I was binge watching Signal so it kind of took me longer then I would have liked to get to your request. Sorry(also watch signal 10/10)

Request: Hello! Can you write me Yixing x reader if you’re taking requests? The reader is Yixing’s s/o and Yixing invites them to idol producer set. What Yixing doesn’t know is that she/he is a huge fan of Lin Yanjun and they fangirl/fanboy over him and Yixing gets jealous? Thanks in advance:)) (I asked a few other than you if you don’t mind, since I’m not sure if they’ll get my request...) Have a nice day/night xx

Today was your anniversary with Yixing and you two had planned months ago to go to the fanciest restaurant you could find. Of course that was before he was asked to be the Nation’s Producer on Idol Producer. You would never ask him to choose over you or his work so you promised you wouldn’t be mad if dinner got postponed due to the show.Due to the importance Yixing held in his hands the dinner ended up getting put off.

“Why?” It was currently five in the morning and your phone had been ringing for the past half hour. Every time the ringer went off you would push your head into your pillow and pray for it to stop. Except when it did it was only for a moment before the mystery person called again. Cursing them out for the hundredth time you finally answered your phone with only that one word.

“Because I’m outside with flowers for you babe and I’ve been here since 4:30. It’s like 20 degrees out so if you could hurry up and get dressed I would love you even more.”

“Get dressed?”

“It’s a surprise.” Since he decided to wake you up so early you found it fit to leave him out in the cold instead of inviting him in while you dressed. He’s been out there for this long so a little bit longer couldn’t hurt, you thought as you slipped into jeans and tee shirt.

You heard him whining through the door, but a soon as you opened it he thrust flowers at you and pulled you to the car that sat in your driveway. Once inside you greeted Yixing’s regular driver who you had come to know over the years. He grunted in his usual manner and you three were off.

“I thought you were too busy for anniversary stuff? What with all of those trainees you have to see to.”

“You know how you have experience in filming shows? Well one of our staff is out sick and we need someone to operate their camera....”Yixing trailed off, but you stared dumbly at him for a few seconds before things clicked. He wanted you to be there to film the show.

“Yixing! I love you so much and I will forever be in your debt.” You jokingly bowed down as much as you could while sitting and he righted you as he tried to hold his laughter.

“I’m so happy to see you excited about filming something again.”

“Yeah.” Feeling guilty you looked out the window. Yixing had no idea that you were actually super excited to see the trainees. He didn’t even know that you followed the show as much as you did.

“I can’t help but feel a bit jealous that one of them is going to steal my precious partner away from me. You may not know them, but some of them are strikingly good looking.” You snorted suddenly at the thought of Yixing ever being jealous. In the three years you two had been together you had never ever experienced it before. Honestly, you doubted he was even capable of the emotion.

Even though you had seen every episode of the show and every behind the scenes clip the set still had you in awe. It wasn’t really all that grand, but you had never been on the set of a show that you had watched as religiously as you watched Idol Producer. Knowing the hardships and joy that occurred here only made things that more glamorous and you couldn’t stop looking around wide eyed and slack jawed.

“Y/N if you look like that when the trainees come in for breakfast they are gonna think somethings wrong with you.” At the mention of the trainees that you idolized you shut your mouth and sat up straight. Currently you were sitting in the cafeteria eating breakfast with your boyfriend as he waited to greet the trainees for the morning. Sure you were happy to get a meal in with him on your anniversary, but in the moment the trainees were more important in your mind.

“Sorry...I just haven’t worked on such a big production in so long.”

“I know that - Oh the trainees are coming in. While I greet them you can go over by the staff and I will come over to explain things.” Yixing took both your trays and ushered you to the side where they sat eating breakfast. You then continued on with you previously awed look as the remaining contestants greeted your boyfriend and got their food.

It wasn’t until a certain trainee came in that you let your fan side show a little. Your top pick, Lin Yanjun. In all his silver haired glory he came in and flashed his dimples at Yixing before going with his fellow Banana trainees to get food. After his entrance you lost all interest in whoever followed and secretly looked at him from where you sat.

“Oh my god Yix. That’s Lin Yanjun!” You whisper yelled to your boyfriend as he came to get you, “The Lin Yanjun.”

You were to busy looking at him all starry eyed to notice that Yixing tensed up at your words. He thought you only watched his clips, but it seemed to him that you only cared for Yanjun. He couldn't help the feelings of jealousy that grew in his chest, but managed to keep them in.

“Come on.” Yixing grumbled out the words as he took your upper arm and pulled you to where your camera was. As you were too busy focusing on Yanjun you failed to notice what was happening with Yixing.

“Ooooo. Is this mine? These cameras are so much nicer then what I usually get to use. I mean I know they all look the same to you, but this is top notch stuff hun.” Seeing your mind finally directed away from Yanjun Yixing sighed in relief although he wasn’t set to be that way for long.

“Hello.” You and Yixing both whipped around to see Yanjun bowing to the both of you, “I noticed we had a new staff member and I just wanted to properly greet you and thank you for doing what your doing.”

“Oh my god... I mean no- of course- yes thank you. Sorry, you’re welcome is what I should’ve said. It’s just that you are my favorite trainee and I love you so much. I’m going to shut up.” Instantly you became a stuttering mess and couldn’t even look up from the camera that you held to properly greet Yanjun who was being super polite.

“Ha. It’s ok and I am greatful for your support. Well then,” Yanjun bowed once more before walking away looking slightly embarrassed by your actions. Yixing stood silently as rage began to boil under his surface. He may have been the sweetest exo member to you, but in this moment he was anything but typical Lay.

“He probably thinks I’m such a weird freak now and will never talk to me again.” Before you could fret even more Yixing grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you forcefully against the open door causing it to slam shut, “Yix what-”

His lip suddenly slammed on yours and before you knew it you were in a passionate and somewhat angry make out session. He kissed you with a fervor you had never before felt from him. It wasn’t long before he was biting at you neck a leaving bruises everywhere.

“You. Will. Never. Talk. To. Or. About. Yanjun. Like. That. Again.” Between each nip and kiss he placed on your neck he growled out his warning.

“Wha- Are you jealous?” You pushed him back and looked at him accusingly. The confidence that he had had but moments ago faded away and he shyly looked to the ground.

“No...”

“Because it’s hot and I think I need to go talk to Yanjunnie!”

“Oh no you don’t.” Let’s just say the turtle neck you suddenly put on didn’t go unnoticed.

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ifreakinglovewritingsomuch · 7 years ago

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REQUESTS

I will write One Shots, Drabbles, preferences/reactions, fake texts conversations/video, ships and series for following Fandoms/Characters/Stars.

KPOP

BTS: Kim Namjoon/ Min Yoongi/ Kim Seokjin/ Jung Hoseok/ Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung/ Park Jimin

EXO: Kim Min Seok/ Kim Jun Myun/ Zhang Yixing/ Byun Baek Hyun/ Kim Jong Dae/ Park Chan Yeol/ Do Kyung Soo/ Kim Jong In/ Oh Se Hun,

BIGBANG: Kwon Ji Yong/ Dong Yong Bae/ Choi Seung-hyun/ Kang Daesung/ Lee Seung Hyun

BLACKPINK: Jennie Kim/ Lalisa Manoban/ Kim Ji Soo/ Park Chae Young

KARD: Matthew Kim/ Kim TaeHyung/ Jeon SoMin/ Jeon JiWoo

GOT7: Im Jae Bum/ Mark Yi En Tuan/ Jackson Wang/ Park Jin Young/ Choi Young Jae/ BamBam/ Kim Yu Gyeom/

STRAY KIDS: Bang Chan/ Jang Jeongin/ Hwang Hyunjin/ Kim Seungmin/ Han Jisung/ Seo Changbin/ Lee Felix/ Kim Woojin/ Lee Minho/

OTHERS: Jay Park/ Wu Yifan/ Lu Han/ Huang Zitao/ Song Min-ho

MONSTA X/ SEVENTEEN/ RED VELVET/ DAY6/ THE ROSE/

TV SHOWS/ MOVIES

Supernatural: Dean Winchester/ Sam Winchester/ Castiel/ Lucifer/ Gabriel/ Balthazar/ Meg/ Charlie/ Kevin/ Michael(Johns vessel)/ John Winchester/ Crowley/ Henry Winchester

Doctor Who: 10th/ 11th/ Clara/ Master/ Captain Jack/

Sherlock BBC: Sherlock/ Moriarty/ John

Star Trek (2009): Kirk/ Bones/ Spock/ Scotty/ Zulu/ Chekov/ Jayla/ Khan

The Originals: Klaus/ Elijah/ Kol/ Rebecca/ Davina/ Macel/ Freya

The Vampire Diaries: Damon/ Stefan/ Enzo/ Bonnie/ Elena/ Alaric/ Kai

Marvel: Captain America/ Tony Stark/ Hawkeye/ Black Widow/ Scarlett Witch/ Peter/Pietro Maximoff/ Magneto(jung)/ Charles Xavier(jung)/ Loki/ Thor/Spiderman/ Harry Osborn/Sam Wilson/ Ant-man/

Riverdale: Archie/ Jughead/ Betty/ Cheryl/ Veronica/ Kevin/ Toni

Gotham: Bruce/ Selina/ Jerome

Arrow: Oliver Queen/ Thea/ Roy Harper/ Felicity Smoak

Star Wars: Han Solo/ Leia/ Jyn/ Cassian

Game of Thrones: Danerys/ Jon/ Rob

KDRAMA (actors): Lee Jong suk/ Ji Soo/ Seo In-guk

(I won't write for the ones that are crossed out, mainly because I am not up to date with the show/movie/fandom or because I feel like I don’t know enough about it right now. If u still want to request, I can try my best but not promise anything.)

I write about the actors and actresses as well.

I write:

>(male/female) character/star x (female/male/gender neutral) reader (If u don’t tell me specifically which gender I will probably write female.)

>any ships (as long it isn’t incest and no crossover ships)

>FLUFF

>smut (ähm…I will try my best, mostly gay smut...)

>angst (maybe not to extreme angst and I don’t like character death.)

>AU/Alternativ Universes (Anything you can think of)

>Crossovers (but no crossover ships)

How to request:

One Shot: Just tell me which character/star x which gender or ship and what should happen.

Drabble: Character/Star/Ship + Number (Drabble list)

Preferences/Reactions: Groupe/Show/Movie + what should happen (example: Exo reacting to their crush confessing their love for them…)

Fake Text Conversation: In form of a video or image. Character/Star/Ship and what it should be about.

Ships: How to request here!

Korean Famous Request Thingy: Read more here

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Thats it I guess if you have more questions feel free to aks me. :)

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imbicuriousyeah · 7 years ago

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masterlist

gifs ❦ moodboards ❦ lockscreens ❦ incorrect quotes ❦ writings (more below the cut)

VIXX

Hongbin

- flower thief (fluff/minor angst, gender-neutral reader)

Leo

- unexpected visitor (fluff/fantasy, witch!reader)

EXO

Yixing

- you’re not my brother? (pure fluff, real world)

- you are more than your productivity (more fluff, college au)

GOT7

Mark

- find me (demigod au, coming soon?)

BTS

Yoongi

- caesura (series, angst, ???)

prologue 1

f(x)

Amber

- loosen up (fluff, bartender!au, marginally connected to the yixing fic)

part 1 part 2

BIGBANG

Jiyong

- princess bride (fencing, fighting, torture, poison, true love, hate, revenge, giants, hunters- chases, escapes, lies, truths, passion, miracles)

#masterlist #kpop masterlist #fic masterlist #fic masterpost #idk what to tag this #i think a lot of this is gender neutral reader?#ill check later i guess #update: she never did

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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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EXO: X.O. (Part Twenty-Three)

Characters: EXO x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: dating sim au, interactive au, horror, angst

Tag list: @fullsun-donghyuck @hyungjunjpg @chanxyeollie @baekwell–tart @mntax @baek-byunies @withoutanyconfidence @exo-chan-kai @squishy-yamdumplings @linophobia @changbinasmr @bartiertae

a/n: lines in italics are what’s in the game!

Previous | Next | X.O. Masterlist

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You didn’t even want to choose an option. All of them made your skin crawl and made you feel absolutely uncomfortable and terrified. But you moved the mouse to the “first poem” option and clicked.

The screen was seemingly back to normal this time, though Sehun had slid into the middle now with Yixing taking his spot.

Sehun: Oh, you liked mine the best? I’m really surprised...

You were kind of surprised, too. Even though the game was all wrong, it seemed like Sehun hardly said much to you. You were surprised his poem was the longest. Then again, that kind of made sense since it said they weren’t good with words.

While the three boys looked normal at first, they changed quickly. It was like a switch was flipped, the room becoming darker while Sehun smirked. Yixing and Minseok beside him started to become glitchy like Jongin had, almost like they were starting to flicker out of the game, too.

Sehun: But since you picked my confession over the other two directly, I suppose we won’t be needing them anymore, will we? Any last words before you disappear?

You hadn’t noticed, but the older boys’ expressions were now sad and almost afraid. They were definitely looks you had never designed for them.

A text box popped up for Yixing, but all it said was “h”. Another came up for Minseok which also only contained one letter. This one was “q”.

And just like that, they vanished out of screen in a blink of an eye.

Sehun gradually started to get closer to the screen, his smirk starting to turn more twisted. You hadn’t even realized you were leaning back and away from the screen until the back of your body was completely pressed up against your chair.

Sehun: Looks like you’ve gotten to the end of the game, _____! And do you know what your prize is for reaching the end?

Whatever it was, you knew you didn’t want it.

The scene behind him began to flicker, as well. Through the glitching and flickers, you could make out a familiar scene that was too hard to place since you only saw it for split seconds at a time. Not to mention it was fuzzy and faded. But you swore you knew that place well.

And then it changed over to the other scene, and it was one that made your heart stop.

The background behind Sehun mimicked your bedroom exactly.

Sehun: You get to be here with me. Forever.

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Hi, hello, I have a few things to explain real quick.

First of all, for anybody wondering, Sehun’s poem was the first (obviously), Yixing’s was the second, and Minseok’s was the third. I wrote the first one kind of thinking of Sehun, and the same for Yixing. Minseok’s, honestly, wasn’t made thinking of him. I already had the idea for that “poem” beforehand and just kind of gave it to him tbh.

Anyway, the actually important thing I want to explain: next part will have the final poll, which is the most important which is why you’ll have two-ish days to complete it. After part twenty-four goes up, I’ll allow y’all to ask questions to my inbox as if you’re talking to Sehun if that makes sense. Basically if you wanted to clarify anything about the game or something. Obviously you can’t ask for answers to beat the game, but that was probably a given. But like questions about the other members, the virus, and stuff that won’t be explained or things I may forget to explain in part twenty-four are absolutely welcome. But I’ll also explain all of this at the end of that part.

But yeah, the next part has the final and most important poll, so I hope y’all have been paying attention and picking up on any clues dropped!! And even though the series isn’t quite over yet, I wanna say thank you for everybody who has read this series, interacted with it, and especially people who have left comments for it. I go through every single reblog just to read the tags as well and I just really appreciate people getting really into it. It means a lot. 💞

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