exomeme | part two hundred nineteen

i thought i was over it but nope nearly twelve hours later and i'm still not ready for lahm to give up the captain's armband for germany nt :(

at least you have tits

i'm a rectangle with no tits

i'm a rectangle with no tits u_u

i think i have a decent shape torso-wise but my arms are chunky as hell compared to the rest of me

OMG!!! OMG!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if luhan has gold ocean and chanyeol has green ocean what do the others have

*_*

i really liked this, anon

team dage;;

The Kim family slaughters off some questionable cult, saves the passengers of the new and improved Flying Pussyfoot, and wins at life
first part from round 2 here

cw: slight baccano spoilers, language, violence, death (happy ending tho)
theme: mod, can historical multiplier apply to this? the source material and fic is both set in the 1930s
ft: eventual xiuchen, lay, chanyeol
1773w for this part, also warning for anachronisms and stuff

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my body is slender everywhere but i have a tummy and wide ass shoulders. my waist is so tiny in comparison like sehun :[

da yeah im 34-24-34 but short so no modeling for me

i have small boobs and i'm pear shaped but body is pretty unf tbh i got a new vs bikini and it looks so good i never wanna take it off

Minseok maintains that he is not a damsel-in-distress while Kim Jongdae is forced to obey the consigliere’s orders

Summer of 1925, 7 years ago

Jongdae stops in his tracks. It’s not really a good idea but he figures that an overweight jerk with a tendency to hit women and hit the drinks a little too hard wouldn’t be able to catch up to them at this point.

“Chanyeol!”

The boy in question looks back at him. Mop of dark hair and gangly awkward limbs, like he’s still getting used to his new height. “What?”

Jongdae tosses him the wallet, the man’s watch. “Go on ahead and have the watch fixed! I think my hands broke it. I’ll follow you in a second!”

Chanyeol nods. “Suit yourself!” And disappears running into the dark street up ahead.

Jongdae’s hands are still tingling when he backtracks into the narrow alley they passed by. Whether it’s from contact with the metals in the watch or something out of nervousness he isn’t sure himself, but his heart does leap up to his throat when he takes a look again in the alley and confirms what he saw earlier.

Four ganging up one is never a fair situation. Four versus one with four grown men and a kid is like a murder waiting to happen.

Jongdae joins the fray just as the first punch is thrown. He finds that he prefers fighting with adults compared to kids his age these days. Not that he likes getting his face beaten so much, no thanks. But adults with so much more experience fighting can avoid his fists a little better. Better at not being dead in the end too.

They hadn’t expected him so he’s able to make a jump on one. Easy. A quick touch on the guy’s burly neck. Zap. The guy’s down and out for the count.

The others aren’t as quick to go down as he’d thought. As Jongdae collapses on his ass on the ground, head ringing because the tall one with the moustache punched him right in the fucking ears, he wonders why the hell he thought a four versus two is any better.

Tall moustache guy falls on Jongdae’s right, long body curling around the wound on his stomach. Jongdae blinks. Another one slides down on the wall next to him, some glassy patch on his chest. Jongdae looks up and sees the kid, about his age, bruised cheek and bleeding lip, punch the living daylights out of the last one. He’s got a fist made of ice.

“Are you okay?” Jongdae asks in English, voice too high. Then he tries again in Korean because the kid looks like it.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” The kid answers back in Korean too, all crooked smiles like it hurt to move the muscles on his face. He’s got a pretty mouth, for someone with a split lip. “Thanks, by the way. They caught me at a bad time.” He reaches out a hand to help Jongdae up which Jongdae ignores. Jongdae once sent a kid to the hospital just holding his hand like that.

“I’m Kim Minseok.” The kid says, pocketing both his hands instead. It doesn’t seem like he was offended.

Jongdae stands up on his own, brushes off the dirt on his jeans. “Kim Jongdae. What did you do that they’d come after you like that?”

Minseok shakes his head. “Not what I did but who I was related to. Hey, this might help with your problem.” He pulls out something from his back pocket and tosses it in Jongdae’s direction. Heavy thick gloves made of rubber and leather. They look custom made, not to mention expensive.

“I- I can’t.” Jongdae says and Minseok laughs at the expression on Jongdae’s face.

“They’re a nuisance for me anyway. I get weaker over the summer.” Minseok shows him his small pale hands and Jongdae remembers them covered in ice a minute ago.

Jongdae slips his hands into the gloves. They fit. Somewhat. The lining inside is very soft. It’s possible he might be blushing or it’s the summer heat warming up his face. He continues looking down and adjusting the gloves even though there’s nothing to adjust anymore.

Minseok clasps both of his hands, Jongdae almost flinches back. Nothing happens and no one’s dead.

“See? Isn’t it great? It stopped me from freezing off my cousin’s terrier.” Minseok says. Jongdae purposely does not think about Chanyeol possibly offering his defrosting services. Or his own non-existent ones. Okay. Maybe he thinks about it a lot.

“Um, don’t you think our kind should stick together? I have a friend and he’s just like us.” Jongdae wonders why this was so much easier when it was Chanyeol instead of this kid.

“You’re not going to make me wear a costume now, will you?” But there’s laughter in Minseok’s eyes and Jongdae finds himself laughing back.

4:38 pm

Minseok is not laughing now. He’s biting down on his bottom lip the way he does whenever he’s thinking over a problem. Or beating himself up over something.

He stands from the prone body under him, carefully wipes the blood off his knuckles on the guy’s dirty shirt – the guy smells like he’s been hanging out in the freight hold for days without taking a bath, or rolled himself in cat’s piss. Jongdae’s running out of descriptions. But it stands that he isn’t wearing one of those black robes from the cult. He’s normal hired muscle.

“He doesn’t even know who pays him.” Minseok says. Typical, Jongdae thinks.

They take what they can from the passenger car: guns and knives from the thugs’ bodies, more ammo from the cult members lying face down on the floor. Minseok closes the carriage door behind him without bothering to ice anything. Everyone’s dead. There’s nothing to keep safe in there.

“We’re not devil spawn, hyung.” Jongdae reminds him. Just in case. He’s heard a number of insults for them over the years, and this one’s a bit rich coming from a bunch of freaks who believe in human sacrifices and the like.

“We might as well be.” Minseok steps towards the next door, takes out his gun. “On a count of three.” He kicks the freight hold door open.

Jongdae feels his heart jump up to his throat.

5:15 pm

Yixing’s grip tightens on Chanyeol’s coat. The train is moving at a consistent frantic pace and the wind rushing at their backs is not getting any warmer.

Yixing tugs at Chanyeol’s coat again.

“If you do that again we might fall.” Chanyeol warns, taking another step forward, feeling the heavy thud of his step against the metal roof of the train. This is like dancing with two left feet, or three if he includes Yixing’s left foot. One step forward. Breathe in. Breathe out. Another step forward. Slip. Three steps backward to regain his balance.

“Chanyeol, you did the deal with the Gandors right?” Yixing asks. There’s a steadying hand in Chanyeol’s back so he attempts to shuffle forward.

“Yeah, with Minseok-hyung. He let me look at things that go boom. Their grenade launchers were really cool I think.” Hardly the time for shop talk but Chanyeol supposes anything would do as long as he’s distracted from thoughts of falling headfirst into the railroad tracks.

Yixing yanks on his coat again. Harder this time. Chanyeol slips and they fall into a messy heap on the roof.

“Hyung!” Chanyeol shouts and feels something whistling past them overhead. Something exploding.

“Tell me that isn’t one of ours.” Yixing squints in the distance. Chanyeol looks forward and sees another of those black-robed ones. Standing feet apart a couple of train cars away and holding-

“I haven’t even tried one of those yet. Ugh. Now they’ve got the crazies all over it. I’m going to burn the skins off their asses.” Chanyeol says crouching low as another grenade whistles past them.

4:57 pm

“On a count of three.” Minseok kicks the freight hold door open, holding his gun before him, and is met with their stash of handguns, rifles, grenade launchers, and sub-machine guns leveled at their heads.

The tall guy with the sub-machine gun grins at them. He’s wearing a suit. “We almost thought you’d never reach us.” He’s got six cult members by his right side, a couple of thugs, other suited underlings- Too many. Too much for him and Jongdae to deal with all at once.

The thing about freight holds – no windows. Just slats of wood for walls. They’re not meant for carrying people and how the hell this guy managed to smuggle his men plus some hired hands into this hold involves a lot of pre-planning and bullshit. All they’ve got are doors: the big one on the freight hold’s left that slides wide open for passengers’ luggage, for crates, which is no help because it’s shut tight; then there’s one behind him where Jongdae is.

They haven’t been shot yet. These guys are holding fire and Minseok wants to know why.

“You’ve got our weapons.” Minseok finds himself saying, not slacking his grip on his gun. He can almost hear Jongdae’s fist curl and crackle with electricity in the dead silence. “Money from the passengers.”

Tall guy puts down his shooting arm. “I want to talk business.”

Talking is good. Talking wastes time. It means not leading this pack of wolves back to the dining car with all the passengers they’ve managed to keep safe thus far. Talking also means that both of their lives are under this guy’s control and if Minseok has a choice, even if he has to make it out of thin air, he’ll always, always, choose this.

He reaches back a hand to Jongdae, gets a shock from the electricity running from his fingertips and grips his hand for a moment. It’s alright. Minseok’s used to it. This has always been part of Jongdae just as ice is a part of him.

“Hyung,” Jongdae is waiting for orders. Jongdae has a tendency of not following them when he thinks Minseok is being stupid.

“Pass the message.” Minseok says, and doesn’t feel bad when he launches himself back at Jongdae, shuts the door at his surprised face. If Jongdae shouts curses at him he doesn’t hear. There’s a thick layer of ice between them.

The tall guy doesn’t look surprised. Minseok slides his gun back at his hip and finally, finally, the deadly crowd lowers their weapons at him. Most of them at least. The suited guys keep their guns pointing at his head.

“Let’s talk then.”

oh shoot. hope this collapses soon

im just flat. so flat i can't fill a bra :( i need to get those cupless types ig but expensive

i'm 32a and i got it on clearance \o/

da but you are me :( it's harder too bc i have wide shoulders and hips and all the stomach fat

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i don't wanna get dragged lol but here's the one i bought u can imagine me in it ;)

m2 anon unf, i have a really small waist thanks to having to wear a brace for scoliosis when i was younger and my friends are always jelly of my waist size, but the process of getting it really sucked

smaller tits are better anyway lol

sometimes i feel like a little girl still bc they're so small ;; i'm 26 ffs

anooooooooooooooooooooooooon

cries wails sadly at the xiuchen nooooooooooooooo minseok :( you are being stupid :(

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