#exowriter

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Domestic au, husband!Baekhyun, pregnant!Reader, established relationship (obviously), slight angst, fluff, bits of humor (it’s Baek, y’all)

Rated: G

Warnings: husband!Baek’s so sweet you may need to visit your dentist after this

Word Count: ~1.5k finally

Summary: Baekhyun came home to find his pregnant wife crying. He’s ready to do what it takes to make her happy again. And it’s probably not what you think.

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@ilook-soperfectstandinghere14 :  Hi there, I recently had a very horrible day at work where comments kept building (mainly from my boss) and I ended up crying… please could I have a EXO or bts or monsta x mafia scenario with any member/s where this has happened and they comfort the reader please?? Thank you xx

Here you go!! Sorry it took a while. And this was a bit rushed, too, so it isn't proofread or anything. I'm really sorry!

xoxo, 🍪

“I'm home.” Your voice echoed through the large mansion as two men in black held the giant oak doors open for you. You gave them a thanks, before continuing on your way.

His mansion was big; which was understandable. For he was the one and only Chen, one of the senior members in the dangerous mafia group EXO. But you knew better than that. You knew him as Kim Jongdae; not Chen. Despite the ruthless façade with the taunting smirk that never seemed to leave his face, you knew he was human, too. He was just Kim Jongdae, someone who needed to be loved.

Meanwhile, you were a simple person who was happily living their life. But nonetheless, fate had other plans and here you were. The significant other to Jongdae. Being his partner was actually easier than you thought, as Jongdae didn't want to put you in danger. Only his team members, his mansion workers, and bodyguards knew about you. Parties and meetings, you prefer to pass. After all, you have your own job.

“Do you really have to work there? You know I make more money than your one year allowance, right?” Jongdae had once said to you, taunting you with a raised eyebrow. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Jongdae, I'm (l/n) (y/n), not some sort of famous rich person. I wasn't born into this life, hell, I wasn't even made for this life,” you huffed. “I don’t want to depend on you solely, you know. What if you're not here anymore? I need to make money somehow.”

Jongdae frowned, “I'm not going anywhere. And besides, it's not safe. Please, at least let me assign a driver to pick you up.”

“Sure, Jongdae. (y/n) the mere office worker with an average income riding a limousine? Totally not suspicious.”

That was ages ago. Jongdae let you win almost every argument, so he gave in on that one, too - though he did sometimes assign someone to accompany you. Sometimes, though, you wish he didn't. Some days you wished he persisted on you not having to go to work.

Those days were days like today. You had one shitty day at work, starting from staining your favorite jacket with coffee, a broken printer, computer crashed before you saved your file, a short-tempered boss, and you despised every second of it.

Your heels were discarded on the kitchen floors as you reached on the counter to grab a bottle -- something that can take your mind off of this pessimism, at least. It wasn't helping, though. You found yourself still feeling like shit, if not more.

Walking into the living room, you saw one of his henchmen. You asked where Jongdae was. He said that Jongdae had a meeting, and that he'll be back soon. Great, now your mood was basically six feet under.

You felt helpless, like life was unfair. Where was your comfort when you needed it? You let your tear duck flow open and just started bawling in front of the henchmen. He stared at you worriedly, contemplating on what to do as you cried, sniffled and whined. The man got you a box of tissues, and left you to your privacy as you put on some crappy romance movies and sipped (read : chug) on your drink.

Halfway through the first movie, there was a loud slamming of doors and a faint “Where's (y/n)?!” from the front door. The clicking of his expensive shoes on the marble tiles became louder as he stormed in the living room to bestow upon the sight of your puffy eyes and sniffly nose, and popcorn scattered on the carpet. But his eyes, the ones that you longed for so badly, was focused solely on your figure.

“Hey, baby.” Jongdae gave you a soft smile, his first panicked and cold stature melting away as you broke into fits of sobs again. He opened his hands, offering you a hug which you gladly gave into. Sobs wracked your body, vibrating onto Jongdae's warm ones as he caressed your hair softly.

“It’s okay,” Jongdae hushed your cries. “Just tell me what happened.”

And so, you did. For what seemed like hours, you told him everything that has been bothering you, all the while Jongdae just nodded in understanding. He cradled you in his arms, placing his chin on top of your head.

“I want to quit my job,” you admitted. “It sucks.”

Jongdae frowned, “But you’ve worked so hard on it, and you were the one who fought so hard to keep it. Are you sure?”

“I don’t know, Jongdae,” You ran a hand through your unkempt hair. “I honestly don't know.”

“Well, I’m okay with whatever you choose," Jongdae shrugged. “But really, (y/n). Bad days happen to everyone - including you, and me.

“We just have to suck it. It hurts, but at least you have someone to comfort you - just like you do to me,” he ended with a smile. When you look up at him with red eyes, he continued.

“Remember that one time where I broke the vase near the front door because Baekhyun was being a dick?” he hummed, and you let out a giggle. “It wasn’t my fault! He was the one who jeopardized the mission, and Junmyeon blamed me instead. How unfair.” he pouted.

And so the both of you spent the rest of the night drinking out your sorrows as you searched your memories for funny moments, like the time where a passerby thought that Minseok and Jongdae were a gay couple - “We’re not, for Christ’s sake, I wasn’t even  holding his hand!” - and the other time where Sehun had everyone bring him different flavors of bubble tea because he won the bet.

By the end of the night when fatigue kicked in, you were another crying mess - but this time, it was the tears of joy and awe. Jongdae was a bad guy and did illegal stuff for a living, yes, but that doesn’t make his heart any less kind.

You’ve fought. But in moments like this where everything disappears and it’s only Jongdae, his sparkling eyes and boisterous laugh, or his loud whines - you cherished all of them.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hugged him tight, whispering a small thank you. Jongdae seemed to be taken aback by the action and he froze on the spot.

Not long after, though, he wrapped his own arms around your fragile figure and hugged you tightly, nuzzling into your hair.

I heard that for many authors staring at a blank sheet of paper is the worst, so they just lay everything they can out and go from there. I do that too, but laying it out is much easier than finalizing! Even when I decide on the time to sit down and be creative, I can never focus on just one thing (unless there’s a specific urge to write that one story that has me dropping everything else). And then, instead of thinking about something I’m currently working on, my brain goes, ‘Oh, and what if we explore Baek with red hair?’ or ‘Do you remember that photoshoot back in early 2010s when BH looked like a babie?’ And when I go, ‘ Wut [da hell]?’ It continues giddily, ‘So, hear me out...’ (another wip appears)

HEY GUYS!!

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while but didn’t know how to even begin. I’m just going to do it now lol

As some of you might know, I’ve recently started my writing blog on tumblr. Now, I’ve been very productive and I have a lot of stuff going on; adult life also means that I mostly write at night (typing this up at 3:35AM on a Monday, come on), so I usually have a good laugh while editing my stories. Who am I kidding, I do the editing very late (early?) too...

That’s why I really need your help! Like I said, I have a lot of WIPs, so I actually need a few betas to speed up the editing process. I’m usually not one to simply jump into it though, we can chat first, get to know each other and see how we click. There’s no pressure whatsoever, since a lot of my writing (check out the Duality of Baekhyunie!!) requires an open mind 😂

I’ll set out the criteria below but let’s mix it up with a few things about me and my process (I’m sure potential betas would like to know):

- I mostly write for Baekhyun at the moment, other EXO members are very possible too (when I get to that, BBH is overwhelming lol), a lot of my work contains smut, so please be of appropriate age! This is on you, my friends!

- While my English level is pretty decent (or so I hope), I am not a native speaker. I would very much prefer my beta reader to be one (background/ interest in linguistics would be great too, I love to learn from others) but this is not a set-in-stone type of requirement, I don’t want to discriminate. Feel free to contact me in case your English is proficient enough to catch my stupidi- mistakes 😅

- I like to be very hands-on with my writing. You have to be ready to not just check the texts for typos/ misused commas, but also be my fresh pair of eyes. I usually ask betas to help me see what needs more work: which sequence lacks logic, what in the dialogue seems unnatural, are there scenes that need more fleshing out... That sort of thing.

I really enjoy working with betas and I feel like I’ve been great friends and had a lot of fun working on stories with all of my current/ previous ones, so I’d be extremely happy to hear from you on this!! If you’re a seasoned writer who can offer some mentoring I’d be ecstatic as well, I am all about exchanging ideas and inspiration!

Please comment/ DM me to say hi and discuss if you’re interested, or share this with someone you think might be up for this! I appreciate all the help!!

Love 💙💙💙

Hey everyone!!

How are you doing?? I hear winter has been having a party around the world, so I hope you’re all safe!

Now, I didn’t take the mic (the keys- keyboard- you know what I mean) to talk about the weather! I’m here to confirm that I will be posting something new in just a few days for my first writing anniversary (February, 17)!

And in the greatest Baekhyun traditions... The image above is a spoiler lmao

To give you some idea of what’s to come: it’s a oneshot (I’m not signing off on that), it’s pretty emotional and also quite spicy (wrote smut again, get used to that)... I hope you guys are here for it. Let’s have fun!! Can’t wait to share it with you!

Am I the only one who thinks writing is easier than editing?

Let me get this straight... I know what it’s like being unable to lay it out on paper,  entirely impotent. I’ve struggled for (almost?) a decade with what I’m now calling my writer’s coma. It’s not writer’s block when it takes you that long to make a comeback... And I still don’t know what caused it 💔 All I do know, is that it makes you feel like you’ve had your wings clipped. I’ve always had stories and ideas, characters – living, breathing, swirling in my head. Crystallizing that, getting it out into the world is the greatest feeling ever. It’s almost addictive. Right!?

Now, I do realize that my muse (I do call him that, for real) and I are kinda overcompensating for the years of... whatever he was doing [insert a prolonged glare here]. For the past year I haven’t been sleeping or doing much else but write. I wrote during lunch breaks. I wrote as soon as my work laptop was off. I sometimes wrote till 5-6AM on weekdays. I am that crazy writer girl, but you never know if (or when) this magic may run out. And the flow you’re in when you get it going is truly the most amazing and productive experience you can ever have.

Editing is very different for me. If writing is about creativity, editing is about logic, and thinking, and polishing... It’s about stepping out of your creative lair into the reader’s shoes and seeing your work. I don’t know about fellow writers, but it’s so incredibly hard for me to see the big picture... Maybe because I am so in it? I’m in my stories, and my stories are in me. Do you look at your own writing sometimes and go ‘Oh, I should’ve done this instead’ or ‘This phrasing doesn’t work’ or ‘How did I make it so unnatural’... It’s awesome when you have enough support to ask (get asked) and answer those questions before you post the final version 😅 But don’t forget to see and appreciate the things you excelled at. I’ll say it again – thanks a million to my dearest @technicallymilkshakes​ and @baekshoney​ who never fail to emphasize where I did great (apart from the aspects that need more work, I totally have plenty of those hehe).

This rant is actually to say two things. First of all, GOD BLESS beta readers, editors, supportive writer friends and everyone out there who takes the time to read our stories (sometimes multiple times) and soak in them to provide thoughtful comments, detailed feedback or simply the hyping up that we all need to stick with it. You guys are my heroes.

Secondly... Just wanted to whine about the past few days and how I was working on the fic, which I’m going to post for my writing comeback anniversary next week, while (simultaneously) finishing my first mini-series. And before I could be done editing both I jumped straight into writing a drabble for the series. Do writers have their own type of ADHD or something? Maybe it’s just me who’s ready do anything to avoid the 'post-production’ 🤪

Promise I will get those stories out. Someday. Maybe soon. Stay put 😂