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part six
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bias/otp/member you find most physically attractive that is not your bias
anon that wanted chenris fluff. umm, am i too late?
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 06:41 am (UTC)(link)http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mem4sqPfxV1rc04yno1_500.jpg
still not over this doppar fanart <3
still not over this doppar fanart <3
i promised happy taoris to balance the sad taoris from earlier so here it is!! it's, uh... actually not terribly fluffy but i hope it satisfies anyway Q__Q
Winter is a season for sharing things that aren’t normally shared, like secrets and blankets, or scarves and dreams. Something about the cold shakes away even the introvert’s tendency towards being reserved and makes people seek out human comfort as the days grow shorter and the temperature drops, and Kris is no exception. So when Zitao comes to him one afternoon and asks, “Do you want to go on a walk with me?” he ends up forgetting the other things he had been planning to do and finds himself agreeing despite himself - he’ll have to make up for whatever he doesn’t get done later, and probably hate himself a little for it as he’s cramming everything in last-minute, but the way that Zitao’s face lights up when he says yes is worth it, he thinks.
They walk without going anywhere in particular - both of them know the city well enough to wander that they don’t have to worry about getting lost, and when they’re bundled up so thoroughly in scarves and hats and heavy parkas they’re not as easily recognizable as they usually are. Sometimes Kris feels like he’s almost forgotten how to relax, but when he is with Zitao, like this, the feeling comes easily. All Zitao has to do is reach over and pull him into another sidestreet with a grin on his face and say, “Let’s see where this path leads to, okay?” and the tension in his muscles that he hadn’t even realized was there melts away. For the first time in weeks he finds himself not thinking about dance routines or recording sessions, and he’s so used to shouldering the responsibility that he’s almost surprised at how light it feels when he lets the burden down from his shoulders, even if only for a few hours.
After a while, they take a turn at an unfamiliar street and find themselves surrounded left and right by vendors at their carts, hawking food loudly and cheerfully. Zitao buys a stick of candied fruit and Kris gets two steamed buns - he cracks a joke about Minseok’s cheeks and Zitao laughs just enough to satisfy his ego. They stop to sit at a bench and take a break, taking their gloves off so that they can eat without fumbling all over their food, and watch people pass them by, the street vendors and their giant steamers and pots and griddles. “It reminds me of being a kid again,” Zitao says, and smiles as he watches a mother buy a skewer of chicken and hand it to her child. “My parents used to buy me breakfast on the street, if we were running late in the mornings.”
In reply, Kris offers him a bite of his steamed bun. “Food’s best when you eat it with others,” he says. Zitao grins and opens his mouth to let Kris feed him, then holds up his candied fruit to do the same in return, and they alternate between feeding themselves and each other until they’ve finished everything they’ve bought and their stomachs are content.
When they’re done, Zitao is about to put his glove but Kris reaches over and grabs his hand before he can - “It’ll be warmer like this,” he insists, even though both of their hands are freezing.
Zitao makes a face and pretends to pout a little, but he folds his hand into Kris’s anyway. “Okay,” he replies. “Let’s go.”
“Where to?” Kris asks.
Zitao shrugs, but Kris had been expecting that, anyway. They pick a direction arbitrarily and start walking again. They still have no destination in mind, but instinctively they seem to move away from places with a lot of people, and the longer they walk the quieter it seems to get.
“You don’t mind, do you?” Zitao asks suddenly, after they’ve been walking for a while. “Coming out with me, I think.”
Kris shakes his head. “I’m having a good time,” he replies. “Really.”
“Good,” Zitao says, and smiles.
As it starts to get dark, they pass by a park - Kris is about to continue on by it, but Zitao pulls lightly at his arm, so Kris lets him lead them past the gates. It’s a small park, and there isn’t anyone around, but the streetlamps are just starting to come on and the way that the frost on the grass reflects the light is beautiful. “Let’s stay here for a while,” Kris says, and Zitao nods.
They find a bench in the center of the park and sit there in a comfortable silence, admiring their surroundings and taking comfort in each others’ presence. The sides of their legs are pressed together, and they’re still holding hands. “You were right,” Zitao says, tone soft. “It is warmer like this.”
Kris doesn’t reply, but he squeezes Zitao’s hand a little, and Zitao smiles. “Thank you for coming with me today,” Zitao tells him.
“No, thank you,” Kris says. He tilts his head slightly, looks left and right to check for people he knows aren’t there, and then asks, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Zitao laughs. “It’s always okay,” he answers, and leans up to meet Kris halfway, eyes closed. It’s a chaste kiss, and their lips are cold, but when they break apart Zitao makes a content little sighing noise that makes Kris inexplicably happy to hear.
They sit there for a while longer, fingers still interlaced, and watch their exhalations turn into misty little clouds of condensation. “Just a few moments more,” Zitao says, even though the sun has almost fully set and their managers back home are probably beginning to worry.
Kris should say no, but instead he closes his eyes and agrees - “Just a few moments more, then.”
Winter is a season for sharing things that aren’t normally shared, like secrets and blankets, or scarves and dreams. Something about the cold shakes away even the introvert’s tendency towards being reserved and makes people seek out human comfort as the days grow shorter and the temperature drops, and Kris is no exception. So when Zitao comes to him one afternoon and asks, “Do you want to go on a walk with me?” he ends up forgetting the other things he had been planning to do and finds himself agreeing despite himself - he’ll have to make up for whatever he doesn’t get done later, and probably hate himself a little for it as he’s cramming everything in last-minute, but the way that Zitao’s face lights up when he says yes is worth it, he thinks.
They walk without going anywhere in particular - both of them know the city well enough to wander that they don’t have to worry about getting lost, and when they’re bundled up so thoroughly in scarves and hats and heavy parkas they’re not as easily recognizable as they usually are. Sometimes Kris feels like he’s almost forgotten how to relax, but when he is with Zitao, like this, the feeling comes easily. All Zitao has to do is reach over and pull him into another sidestreet with a grin on his face and say, “Let’s see where this path leads to, okay?” and the tension in his muscles that he hadn’t even realized was there melts away. For the first time in weeks he finds himself not thinking about dance routines or recording sessions, and he’s so used to shouldering the responsibility that he’s almost surprised at how light it feels when he lets the burden down from his shoulders, even if only for a few hours.
After a while, they take a turn at an unfamiliar street and find themselves surrounded left and right by vendors at their carts, hawking food loudly and cheerfully. Zitao buys a stick of candied fruit and Kris gets two steamed buns - he cracks a joke about Minseok’s cheeks and Zitao laughs just enough to satisfy his ego. They stop to sit at a bench and take a break, taking their gloves off so that they can eat without fumbling all over their food, and watch people pass them by, the street vendors and their giant steamers and pots and griddles. “It reminds me of being a kid again,” Zitao says, and smiles as he watches a mother buy a skewer of chicken and hand it to her child. “My parents used to buy me breakfast on the street, if we were running late in the mornings.”
In reply, Kris offers him a bite of his steamed bun. “Food’s best when you eat it with others,” he says. Zitao grins and opens his mouth to let Kris feed him, then holds up his candied fruit to do the same in return, and they alternate between feeding themselves and each other until they’ve finished everything they’ve bought and their stomachs are content.
When they’re done, Zitao is about to put his glove but Kris reaches over and grabs his hand before he can - “It’ll be warmer like this,” he insists, even though both of their hands are freezing.
Zitao makes a face and pretends to pout a little, but he folds his hand into Kris’s anyway. “Okay,” he replies. “Let’s go.”
“Where to?” Kris asks.
Zitao shrugs, but Kris had been expecting that, anyway. They pick a direction arbitrarily and start walking again. They still have no destination in mind, but instinctively they seem to move away from places with a lot of people, and the longer they walk the quieter it seems to get.
“You don’t mind, do you?” Zitao asks suddenly, after they’ve been walking for a while. “Coming out with me, I think.”
Kris shakes his head. “I’m having a good time,” he replies. “Really.”
“Good,” Zitao says, and smiles.
As it starts to get dark, they pass by a park - Kris is about to continue on by it, but Zitao pulls lightly at his arm, so Kris lets him lead them past the gates. It’s a small park, and there isn’t anyone around, but the streetlamps are just starting to come on and the way that the frost on the grass reflects the light is beautiful. “Let’s stay here for a while,” Kris says, and Zitao nods.
They find a bench in the center of the park and sit there in a comfortable silence, admiring their surroundings and taking comfort in each others’ presence. The sides of their legs are pressed together, and they’re still holding hands. “You were right,” Zitao says, tone soft. “It is warmer like this.”
Kris doesn’t reply, but he squeezes Zitao’s hand a little, and Zitao smiles. “Thank you for coming with me today,” Zitao tells him.
“No, thank you,” Kris says. He tilts his head slightly, looks left and right to check for people he knows aren’t there, and then asks, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Zitao laughs. “It’s always okay,” he answers, and leans up to meet Kris halfway, eyes closed. It’s a chaste kiss, and their lips are cold, but when they break apart Zitao makes a content little sighing noise that makes Kris inexplicably happy to hear.
They sit there for a while longer, fingers still interlaced, and watch their exhalations turn into misty little clouds of condensation. “Just a few moments more,” Zitao says, even though the sun has almost fully set and their managers back home are probably beginning to worry.
Kris should say no, but instead he closes his eyes and agrees - “Just a few moments more, then.”
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hey exomeme leave some fucking prompts
keep the change ya filthy animals
hey exomeme leave some fucking prompts
keep the change ya filthy animals
i hope sehun will start gaining weight soon, i find his body hot (unf his shoulders) but he's literally a stick :/
watching miss universe contestants interview vids and lol miss india is so cute
aaaand now i need miss universe au. any beauty pageant au
aaaand now i need miss universe au. any beauty pageant au
jongina, my prettiest girl ;~; and kristina unf
i'm going to write girls!exo on christmas break \o/
i want to kiss all the qt anons on the forehead n__n
I see how it is, meme. I go away for a few hours and people talk about suho.
pls if you're writing sexswap do not alter their personalities and interests just bc they wake up with """"tits""""
Kristina's legs are perfection, and watching her strut around in four inch pumps while modeling a striped bikini will do wonders to your self confidence. To be fair, almost everyone there has a pair of great legs. Boobs are a different matter, with almost every girl envying Chanyeon's d-cups (there's no way they're natural, Sejoon mutters darkly to her when they're all backstage applying their fifth layer of make-up).
Besides Chanyeon's boobs, the talent is what truly stands out at the pageant this year. Gone are the days of baton-twirling (although Kristina would beg to differ) and in its place are some rather unique ones to say the least. Jongina's ballet routine turned hip-hop was definitely the crowd favorite, although many would argue that Jundaen's angelic voice had half the judges swooning in their seats and the other half ready to propose.
But Luannie doesn't feel phazed at all. She's got her perks too after all. A disarming smile, doe eyes, and the perfectly mannered tone to parrot "world peace" to every interview question thrown at her.
Bring it, Ms.SMerica pagaent. Bring it.
Besides Chanyeon's boobs, the talent is what truly stands out at the pageant this year. Gone are the days of baton-twirling (although Kristina would beg to differ) and in its place are some rather unique ones to say the least. Jongina's ballet routine turned hip-hop was definitely the crowd favorite, although many would argue that Jundaen's angelic voice had half the judges swooning in their seats and the other half ready to propose.
But Luannie doesn't feel phazed at all. She's got her perks too after all. A disarming smile, doe eyes, and the perfectly mannered tone to parrot "world peace" to every interview question thrown at her.
Bring it, Ms.SMerica pagaent. Bring it.
the type of porn you really want for a certain member/otp. be specific~
It's the night before the pageant when Baekhee finds herself stumbling across the whole thirteenth floor in her stilettos, her top riding up her stomach as she moves sloppily. She's drunk from the party held by the sponsors, and despite the competition being held the next day, she still had the guts to ruin her stomach with calorie filled drinks.
1350, she reads with squinting eyes, dragging her perfectly manicured fingers to rap at the door in front of her.
"Hi," she says as soon as the door swings open, Kristina already changed in her lingerie and a facial mask on her face. She smiles coyly, biting her lower lip. "You just disappeared in the party."
Kristina raises an eyebrow. "Baekhee, what are you doing here?"
Baekhee only giggles before stretching her arm forward, grabbing Kristina's neck roughly and welcomes herself in the hotel room. She pushes herself near Kristina, face millimeters away before sealing their lips together for a kiss.
There's a clash of tongues and hard nibbles on their lips, Baekhee trying hard to hold on to Kristina despite the height differences. Her stilettos are long gone abandoned on the floor. After Kristina starts feeling up her boobs under her dress, Baekhee smirks and kicks the door close before anyone else can see them.
When they said to keep your enemies close, Baekhee can only think of this option and how good it must be to have Kristina squirming under her touches.
1350, she reads with squinting eyes, dragging her perfectly manicured fingers to rap at the door in front of her.
"Hi," she says as soon as the door swings open, Kristina already changed in her lingerie and a facial mask on her face. She smiles coyly, biting her lower lip. "You just disappeared in the party."
Kristina raises an eyebrow. "Baekhee, what are you doing here?"
Baekhee only giggles before stretching her arm forward, grabbing Kristina's neck roughly and welcomes herself in the hotel room. She pushes herself near Kristina, face millimeters away before sealing their lips together for a kiss.
There's a clash of tongues and hard nibbles on their lips, Baekhee trying hard to hold on to Kristina despite the height differences. Her stilettos are long gone abandoned on the floor. After Kristina starts feeling up her boobs under her dress, Baekhee smirks and kicks the door close before anyone else can see them.
When they said to keep your enemies close, Baekhee can only think of this option and how good it must be to have Kristina squirming under her touches.
i really want porn where chanyeol can't help getting a little mean
so mostly chantao and kaiyeol
so mostly chantao and kaiyeol
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:12 am (UTC)(link)krismi with bonus duizhang shade towards sehun
sometimes i'm hesitant to say things on meme bc what if i put it in a fic later and people remember
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:18 am (UTC)(link)http://24.media.tumblr.com/b3a300832fd068ff87358d5319e27b2f/tumblr_meympnzTJw1r8i9eqo1_500.jpg
SCREAM LMAO TAO nagl
SCREAM LMAO TAO nagl
so are their schedules empty now until next year (except the gayos) :(?
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 09:06 am (UTC)(link)http://25.media.tumblr.com/6e1add2fa44011bd7156519b920f4b19/tumblr_meyp87wX8J1rxa38fo1_1280.jpg doppar kravitz
https://twitter.com/EXOTAOMAMA/status/279166630062354432/photo/1
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 10:22 am (UTC)(link)are they holding a plushie together?
LOL two year anniversary of layhan's infamous "do your balls hurt" T_____T
you can't talk about xinglu without this
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