little-svt

[little-svt]

Crying crying 💔 I really wish I was able to finish any fic for Boo day but I was so ill this past week with back to back fevers and an ear infection 😭 I’m beginning to feel better but it’s right back to work and I just haven’t had the time ㅠ ㅠ my poor Boo bear I hope he’s feeling better and not sick on his birthday too ~ 🐶🐰🍓

Calling Seungkwan “Daddy” for the first time

FEMME-READER | FLUFF

Age Dreaming vs Age Regression - @littletxt

Wc: 1.7k+

Taglist: @sweetiehyuka @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo

Say it again

A loud buzzing against your desk sent your eyes flying open, your phone screen lighting up with the familiar facial features of your boyfriend of six months. A small smile tugged at your lips through your exhaustion when you picked up your phone, sliding your finger across the screen to answer.

“Hey…”, you drew your lip between your teeth, waiting to hear his smooth, comforting voice after a long day in front of a computer. Noticing the lights had gone out in the office you waved your arms a bit to activate the motion sensors, squinting when the harsh white light invaded your pupils.

“It’s clocking out time, where are you?”, he chuckled, assuming you were probably dozing at the desk again like you did after most double shifts. And really he couldn’t blame you, it was arduous some days. Looking at the tiny numbers in the bottom corner of your monitor, you sighed.

“I’ll be right out, Boo. Love you.”

Packing up your things, you clocked out, bidding farewell to the few stragglers that stayed late like you before taking the elevator to the ground floor. It had become habitual, seeing his sleek, silver Buick on the curb, tinted navy windows lowering as you approached the car. It drew far too much attraction during the day so you supposed you had night shifts to thank for something. Seungkwan had started picking you up from work the past few weeks, ever since your hours had been switched. He liked to say it was an excuse to spend time with you but really, he just didn’t feel safe having you ride the last train home. alone. in the middle of the night. At first you refused, telling him you could handle yourself but this was Seungkwan you were talking to.

“It’s this or I’m hopping on that train with you. Every. Single. Night.”

Basically blackmail but you were thankful you didn’t have to rush anymore to avoid missing the last train. It was a stress reliever for sure. And yea, you were happy to spend time with him as well, both of your schedules never matching up otherwise.

Thighs chilling almost uncomfortably from a sudden zephyr, speckles of goosebumps ran up your legs. The click-clack of your heels on the sidewalk became just a little faster, a bit difficult in a tight, black pencil skirt. Your thin navy blouse wasn’t helping with these cool autumn nights either. Pride had gotten in the way of you grabbing a sweater, wanting to show Seungkwan your blouse since you’d started wearing his favorite color.

“Hi, pretty.”, he grinned, leaning over from the driver’s side, looking at you through the open window as he pushed the passenger door open for you. Landing your bottom on the comfortable seat in the warmth of his car you shut the door and quickly scrambled to put up the window.

“Oh, is it too cold for you, baby boo?”, he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your tights-covered thigh to warm you, “I can turn on the heat-“

“Could you? Just for a moment.”, eagerly you interrupted his offer, wiggling and bouncing in your seat to try to heat up your body. Wordlessly he turned it on and grabbed his hoodie from the back and set it in your lap with a pursed smile. His babygirl was always cold.

“Thank you!”, you pouted gratefully and threw it over your head in an instant, then figuring out through some possibly hazardous gymnastics how to get out of that uncomfortable blouse from the inside.

Letting out a sigh you sat there for a moment, feeling his adoring gaze on you. It wasn’t often he was completely silent, but when he was, his eyes always settled on you. If it weren’t for your fatigue, you’d probably be guilty of the same, his brown turtleneck fitting just right and outlining his pretty jawline below full, glowy cheeks and long fluttering lashes.

“Ahem-“, you covered your mouth with the sleeve of his large, black hoodie before you could get lost in those eyes, “we aren’t moving??”

He didn’t seem to register what you said at first, unmoving, “Uhhhh… I had something else for you.”, thinking for a moment, seemingly forgotten, he looked around the car.

“OH!”.

Reaching and feeling around on the floor behind your seat, his hand reappeared with a stainless steel thermos. Offering it to you, he insisted when you gave him a puzzled look.

“Hot tea, with honey. It’s been getting colder.”, he set it in your hands letting you hug it to your chest, feeling a tiny bit of its heat through the metal. You should have been used to it by now, how thoughtful he was. Keeping you cared for in every possible way.

‘It’s my job, of course’, he’d always throw it off. He was good that way. Just like when you first told him you regressed. Surprisingly, he seemed to know more on the subject than you had. All you knew was the state of your mind, that feeling, the vulnerability you wanted to share with him. But he’d know right from the start exactly what to do.

“Sorry I don’t have any straws. I didn’t think hot liquid and plastic would be a good combo. Using my brain for once, right?”, he joked, remembering your thing for straws, though you might’ve just ended up chewing on them anyways. When you don’t respond, a smile finds it’s way onto his lips, extending his arm to stroke your cheek.

“Everything okay?”

But he knew that spaced out look and that sparkle in your eyes, the way you fisted up the sleeves of the hoodie around the thermos in your hands.

“Uh-huh.”, you blinked, assuring him and opening the thermos to take a sip.

“Good.”, he whispered, half-smiling as he put the car in gear and steadily pulled away from the curb.

After a few more swigs of the warm, soothing liquid, you set it between your thighs and let down your hair, allowing yourself to finally relax. Rubbing his lips as he focused on the road, one hand rested atop the steering wheel, he took glances at you, checking in every so often as you passed under the streetlights. Feeling safe and snug while you looked out the window, observing the burnt orange painted leaves on the few trees that were planted on the desolate streets as you passed. Feeling complacent you rubbed your feet together, fidgeting with the lid of the thermos.

“You look so pretty right now, baby.”, smirking at the instant flush of your cheeks, his hand found yours as the car pulled to a stop at a red traffic light.

“Boo! I look so gross rn.”, you yanked back your hand, praying your makeup was intact enough to hide your blushing but you covered it with an eye roll for good measure.

“So sassy. Just like me, huh?”, he snickered, weighing his foot done on the gas when the light turned green again.

“You? Sassy? Hardly.”, you teased, pretending to scoff.

“Oh, I know! That’s what I’m always telling the guys! I’m an Angel!”, he agreed, making an awful feigning-innocence-face that sends you bursting out with laughter.

“So mean.”, he mumbled, pouting to himself. But you could joke like this, the two of you.

Relaxing the rest of the way home, you hummed to yourself, fiddling with your keychain with one hand, your other finally ending up in his as he drove carefully.

“How you feeling, baby boo?”, he squeezed your hand, lovingly.

Rolling your eyes again, you tried to ignore the way it went straight to your heart. Boo Seungkwan had started calling you his 'Baby Boo' not long after you'd told him about your regression. Turning your body to face him, you leaned your head against the seat to gaze at the soft features of his face.

“Hungry..”

“Hey, don’t say that after staring at my face! I might think you want to eat me.”, frowning dramatically, he found himself at the next stop light. Risking reaching over, he blithely pinched at your ticklish collarbones before taking his foot off the break again and letting the car roll forward.

“Eee no, daddy!”, you squirmed away, retracting your hand and finding it just slipped from you lips. Admittedly, you always let yourself age dream with him, just a little. Especially after a long day, it was all that as keeping you from a meltdown sometimes. But this time you'd let yourself go a little deeper, being closer to regressing than you'd thought.

The car screeched to a stop suddenly in the middle of the empty road, your seatbelt tightening a little on your chest. It wasn't enough to hurt at all but you yelped, startled anyways. Eyes darting around wildly like a frightened baby fawn, you could feel your heart begin to palpitate, hastening inside your chest.

"What did you say??", processing, he stared at the road ahead of him lit by his headlights, eyes wide. Your face had gone pale, sending you deeper into littlespace as you tried to run from your anxiousness. But before you could stutter a quick 'nothing' that you’d hoped would solve all your problems, he turned to you, grabbing your cheeks, pupils blown out as they locked his with yours.

“What if I die?? That’s how cute you are…You made my heart stop!”, hands falling from your cheeks, he enthusiastically took your hand and placed it eagerly against his chest, nearly shouting, “You feel that!? My heart is going BU-BUMP. so hard!!”

“Sorry, Boo.”, feeling insecure, you squinted your eyes tight, trying to force yourself to be big. Sensing you felt a bit uneasy, he relaxed his posture, earnestly hands resting on your plush cheeks again, squishing them softly between his palms.

“Nope! No take backs.”, he shook his head and yours with it, “No refunds. You checked the Daddy card, you can’t take it back.”, though he was being playful, unable to conceal his grin, he was pensive. Surely, he’d pout into infinity if he never got to hear it again. Giving you an apologetic look and his best puppy eyes once your sweet smile greeted his, he expressed that he hadn't meant to get so excited, but part of him had been waiting for an eternity to hear you say it.

“Say it again?”

🧸End: Okay lowkey this wasn’t what I thought I’d be writing next but it just happened 🤭🤭 plotless works end up being my favorite. If you’re not simping for Boo Seungkwan, what are you actually doing with your life?? ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[little-svt]

Makeup wearing | Angst + Comfort

Wc: 2.2k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Celebrity

It felt like the two of you had been waiting for this event for longer than you’d been together. That wasn’t the case of course, but there was nothing more important to Jihoon. More than his career and his relationship with you, than the critical decision to finally go public with you. The announcement of your attendance to the biggest awards show in the Korean entertainment industry had been released to the public just a month before and each day since had passed incredibly slow, anticipation flipping back and forth from excitement to nauseating anxiety and back again. He’d shield your eyes and ears from those spreading hate so you would only be surrounded with the rosy glow of all his fans and friends who supported the two of you wholeheartedly. Anything to lessen the pressure.

It had helped, he had helped. But with the day finally upon you, honestly it hadn’t felt real. A good morning kiss from Jihoon and another before he left for work as usual. But it wasn’t as usual, you both had a big day ahead of you. The pressure still monumental.

“Today’s the day. Still sleepy, baby?” He’d shared a thoughtful smile with you when he stopped by for his final goodbye kiss for the day, your eyes still closed, not quite awake yet.

He’d let you sleep in a little longer, knowing you had a million alarms and the two of you had planned everything down to your eye makeup for this event. It would be okay… everything would be fine. As he collected the rest of his things, closing the door quietly so he wouldn’t wake you, Jihoon’s mind wandered, thinking unwillingly, dolefully of all the support they’d lost. It was worth it, without a doubt. But still, he hadn’t taken even a second to mourn, looking away, scrolling past, putting down his phone as to not expose you or make you any more anxious than you already were. So you’d never have to worry that he might regret his choice for a single second. Jihoon wanted this, to share his world with you, and you with the world. It was time.

Waking up without him was more common than you liked but at the same time, both you and Jihoon liked your ‘You time’. You took your time getting up, stretching and basking in the sun a moment as you open the curtains in your room on your way to the bathroom. Then onto the most important meal of the day, you chopped fruit for your cereal and took your place in front of the television and put on your latest favorite show.

When you finally opened your eyes for the morning, the curtains were shut, leaving the rooms comfortable, dim darkness. Perfect for sleeping until noon, you learned as you picked up your phone, rolling over to find the bedside next to you, made up neatly as usual. Jihoon was a little too good at sneaking out without waking you. But you appreciated it. Sleeping in when you could wasn’t rare, but it was always a treat.

Taking your time, a little before noon you finally rolled out of bed, opening your curtains and standing in the warmth of the rising sun just a little longer before starting your morning routine; brushing your teeth, breakfast, getting dressed for the day. You skipped the last part, settling for a bowl of cereal in front of the television, comfortable in your pajamas.

A few hours later you realized you overestimated how long you would be able to sit in front of the tv and do nothing, finding yourself pulling your hair back and scanning your apartment. Seeing your abandoned bowl on the counter you got to washing dishes first, moving around your kitchen, wiping counters until light clutter here and there lead you through each of the rooms in your home. All tucker out, you crashed again on the sofa, still in your pjs and only an hour and a half burned, 3 to go. A ding from your phone caught your attention.

‘Good morning, beautiful. Did you eat yet?? I’m getting lunch with some of the guys now’ - 🍚 my rice boy 🍚

Smiling to yourself you pushed down the urge to reply snarkily that it was in fact; no longer morning.

‘I had breakfast a few hours ago! Just got done cleaning the entire house 🙈😝 send help I’m actually bored out of my mind’

Pushing send you glanced around again, maybe you’d missed something, but apparently your mind was hellbent not to relax during your only downtime. Not long after, your phone dinged again.

‘Maybe watch a few episodes of that show you’ve been trying to get to? I’ll see you later 🫰’ - 🍚 my rice boy 🍚

You found yourself smiling again at his sign off. Jihoon had come far from his dry texting days, with your help of course. To others it didn’t seem like much but they weren’t there to see the frequent ‘👍’ and ‘yes/no’ to questions that definitely needed elaboration. He always insisted he was more of a phone call type of guy. Somehow this same man was writing and producing award winning albums for an internationally famous KPOP group.

Setting your phone down on the glass coffee table, you swapped it out for the remote again, and began scrolling through Netflix. If you watched the new drama you’d been wanting to finish, you wouldn’t be able to relax or pull yourself away. You mumbled mindlessly to yourself, settling on a show you’d watched more than a couple times now, possibly more than you could count on two hands. It was comforting and while it wasn’t around when you were growing up, it gave you the same nostalgic feeling. While the intro played, you stood to fetch yourself a drink, grabbing your favorite plush before you headed back to the living room to plop on the sofa, baby blue mug in hand just in time for the intro to end.

Curling around your plush, you found yourself stretching out, resting your head on a throw pillow as the second and third episodes rolled around. It was too late when you became conscious of your heavy eyelids and tired body, your eyes already fluttering shut.

Some time later a warm hand shifted on your tummy, big, strong arms squeezing you slightly, just enough to pull you to his body, a safe cocoon around you. When your eyes blinked open, your vision, the room - no - the world was hazy. When had you moved to your bed? And when had Jihoon come home. Thoughts didn’t stick in your mind long, brushed away by the fuzzy, warm feelings surrounding you, coating every touch, sound, even his smell.

“You think too much.” He muttered, lips against your ear, still half asleep. He always seemed to know when you were awake, even if you were completely still.

Your cheeks tingled, your lips stretching into a sleepy smile as you shimmied and twisted to face him.

“Aah, no.”, he complained, eyebrows creasing as he closed his eyes even tighter, feeling quite noncompliant to your decision to wake up, “I can’t even cuddle you??”

“Ehehe.. You can…”, you giggled when he allowed you, even welcomed you rubbing your nose against his, “But you’re gonna be mad..”

Jihoon opened his eyes, looking at you quizzically. His silly expression only making you laugh more.

“I gotta pee!!” you squealed, squirming out of his hold.

Still groggy, he grasped what he could of you, your warmth quickly leaving the moment you shifted from his chest. A series of desperate, complaining ‘no’s repeating as he fought with you and the blankets to keep you in his arms a little longer.

Something so simple..

The front door slammed as Jihoon strode urgently through your apartment, not stopping to remove his shoes as he threw his bag to the floor. His mind hardly registered you rousing from your sleep on the sofa as he passed you to tear through your room, his clothes, and anything in his way so uncharacteristically. Each harsh clatter of clothes hangers or thud of a shoe made your heart jump a little as you rubbed the sleepy from your eyes, anxious and confused. Your hands tightened almost painfully around the soft fabric of your blanket, squeezing and pulling it to your chest as you listened. You still hadn’t collect your thoughts, only anxiously wondering what could have made him so mad.

Not long later he was trudge back to the living room, his stylists could take care of the rest. Just when he thought he couldn’t lose his head anymore, you were still sitting on the sofa, your hair a mess, in your Saturday pajamas.

“Y/n-“, he held his head, turning away from you to take a breath but a quick glance at his watch and he was boiling.

“Why are you..?” Your words wouldn’t come out, your voice trapped in your lungs as your eyes flittered over his composure, nearly trembling with an anger that frightened you, silenced you.

“What do you mean why am I-“, how you could ask that was baffling to him, “Where is your head? We don’t have time.”

Your eyes stung with tears as he stepped toward you, and you could only try not to cry pathetically as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t. He repeated that over and over in his head. There was just no time. Small and insignificant couldn’t begin to describe the feeling you were drowning in, the ache of fear in your heart of the one person who always made you feel safe. You watched him speed around, fetching your clothes, fixing your hair and makeup. Looking right through you.

“Appa mad-“

“Y/n, we cannot do this right now. PLEASE.” He did look at you this time, right into your eyes. But you didn’t recognize this man. And that was all it took.

The makeup he applied streaked down your cheek, one tear, two, and soon your face was a streaky mess. Worse off, he took a step back when he realized his first thought was regret that he hadn’t chosen a waterproof mascara.

“SHIT!” He cursed, not sure at what. Not at you. But all you heard was your Appa yelling and cursing at you.

“I don’t wanna!!” Sobbing, you squirmed out of your dress, plopped onto the bathroom floor and just wailed.

He was on the verge of pulling out his hair, his mind whirring, messy, but the sound of your cry rang clear. None of this mattered at all without you.

“Baby-“ he sighed, softening. But maybe too stubborn or just plain distraught you continued to sob and fret.

“Baby, look at me.”, Jihoon grabbed your face in his hands, he needed you to focus even knowing it would be so hard at a time like this, “Appa is not mad.”

Blinking, tears still dripping from your eyelashes, how could you believe him? He only held your face like this when you got into trouble or when you had serious talks.

“I made Appa late…” your voice shook as you worked your little mind around the situation, each word threatening to turn into a cry and then a wail.

“No, baby.”, he did his best to fruitlessly catch your tears with his thumbs, “Appa made Appa late.”

Your sobs stopped in confusion. Eyes still blurry, you blinked away your tears until you could see him clearly. The confusion only grew seeing a soft smile, a sad look still in his eyes while he looked over your puffy, teary features.

“I got caught up in the studio. Same old story, right? I was thinking about you, about us. This is a big night for us, isn’t it?”

A handful of words could only do so much couldn’t they? But these words were pure and potent, a spell strong enough to calm your mind. They were true, he should have been home with more than enough time to wake you and get ready alongside you tonight. Jihoon continued, slowly working at your hair as he spoke.

“I was writing a song I want you to hear someday. Words and melodies that make me think of you. Once I started recording, I guess time got away from me.” Finished with your hair, he used a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover to clean up your eye makeup.

“That wasn’t fair of Appa, huh? This isn’t your fault, kiddo”, he gave you a kiss before tapping some pink gloss on your pouting lips. To his surprise, you took his hand in both of yours with the sweetest expression, your watery eyes big when you spoke.

“It’s okay, Appa. It’ll be okay.”

He could help but laugh and kiss your head. His lips pressed firmly against the top of your head, eyebrows scrunched together, he hoped you could feel every ounce of love he had for you.

“Okay, baby-”, he held your face between his hands again, serious time had returned, this time much less scary now that you’d calmed down, “Can you be big for Appa, tonight?”

Nodding as he squished your cheeks, you sat up straight speedily, letting him help you get ready for your big evening. The stylist would have to forgive him for being late this time. Everything would be okay as long as he had you.

🧸Endnote: was it worth it being so late? 🙈 I’ve been working on this fic since before Woozi day 💔 I really love it though he always hitting me with the feels 💘 I really wanted to take my time with this as well since it’s such a sensitive area, I wanted to make sure I portrayed how I view our Hoonie the very best I could ㅠ ㅠ somehow it feels a little silly but I wanted to express it in a way that shows him as a caregiver needing you as much as you need him AKA nellie is just a simp 😭💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF

Wc: 365

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

7pm

Shaking off his coat as quietly as possible, Joshua sighed to himself seeing you'd waited up for him again. Or tried to anyways. There was his girl; curled up around your stuffed bunny for warmth on the sofa in his biggest oversized t-shirt... without a blankie. That wouldn't do at all.

He could never find it in his heart to be upset when you stayed up, waiting for him to come home because, really, he understood painfully and completely. Comeback season seemed to be year round or at least that’s how it felt these days, imagining you eating dinner alone or how often he’d find you asleep without him before he could make it home. He missed you too. Finding whatever strength left in his achey, tired limbs he lifted you in his arms and carried you to bed.

No matter how tired he was Joshua couldn’t find it in himself to fall asleep or even turn out the lights, too lost in your beauty, wanting to ingrain your image in his mind. His hand smoothed over your hair gently, more out of habit, again, then once more without thinking. But eventually, unable to find yourself in a deep sleep without your daddy, your eyes fluttered open. How could they not?

“Dada..? Home??” You couldn’t really remember when or where you’d fallen asleep as you took in your surroundings, rubbing your eyes and leaning into the comforting warmth of his hand atop your head.

“I’m sorry, bunny. I didn’t mean to wake you..” the corner of his lips curled softly, part of him happy that he woke you, even missing out on sleep, he’d get to be with you, to see your pretty eyes sparkling up at him.

“Is okay. Sleep now?” Your eyes had already closed again, your lips barely moving as he smiled so tender, his sleepy eyed baby unable to stay awake.

“Yeah. Sleep now.”

His soothing movements didn’t stop for some time – not wanting to disrupt your sleep, or look away as he watched over you adoringly – not until he’d fallen asleep himself. And the next morning, the two of you would find the lamp still on, Joshua still in his work clothes.

🧸Endnote: thinking about his cover of 7pm 🤧 Aaaa we are getting Joshua fic for Shua day before our late Woozi fic ㅠ ㅠ but it’s almost done I swear!! 😭💖 I have also gotten some messages in our ask inbox and I promise I’m not ignoring you guys I just haven’t had an opportunity to properly respond 💔 I really miss writing as an escape but I’ve been so busy lately. I still appreciate all the love we get when we don’t post <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[little-svt]

Admin I drinking too much. I wish that we could just plug our brains in and instantly it writes out the fics that play in your head. This is bs. I wanna refund.

Watched TBOSBAS. Not as good as the book but that book series is my lifeee. I wanna write angsty sad angst :P wanna write cheesy svtxhg aus.

Is this English to you?

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #littlesvt speaks💕

[little-svt]

Guess who has been so busy they weren’t able to finish a fic in time for Woozi Day… our lovely producer Uji please forgive me 🙏 I have a good one in the works but it may be a while. You know I’m looking out for Shua day now too 🫣 I did take a few minutes today to pay tribute to our god of music, my biggest crush 🤭 Happy Birthday Hoonieee 💖🤍🩵🤍 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #littlesvt speaks💕 #woozi soft hours #Woozi day

[little-svt]

Night walks with Junnie night walks with Junnie night walks with Junnie. Aaaaa hoodie Jun remains my fav genre always and I already have two nightwalk style fics of Jun don’t make me do another I don’t even careeee. Raging huihui hours he knows exactly what I wanna seeeee. Is it too much to ask? Too much to ask to drown in one of his comfy hoodies and hold his hand and collect all the stray kitties. Admin I needs to reboot 🤧 this is turning into a JunHao account (as if it wasn’t from the start) 💖💖💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[little-svt]

Hi hi! I hope you’re having a good day!

You’re bathtub time for Hao Day had me so giggly! I love it so much. I can just imagine all the cute toys and different smelling soaps they would have for littles 😭🩷

-vamps

Of course!! Haha I’m getting to this right before I head to sleep at 1:30 am.. Bath time and sniffy soapies. It only gives Hao an even bigger excuse to spoil you and splurge on smelly good things, you following right in his footsteps. He has his shelve of perfumes and you have yours with a million different yummy scented soaps and lotions for after bathtime. Wrapped up in a warm towel, you’d have your own little mini spa days with Bàba 😌 + bath time is such a precious time between caregiver and little. I’m sure all of seventeen would cherish it in their own special ways 💖💖💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[little-svt]

Just wanna repost this since I got quite the request… Especially for ot13? Do you understand that wouldn’t really be possible without specifics even if I wasn’t on hiatus with closed requests? My inbox will always open but for soft thoughts, chatting but for the foreseeable future we won’t be accepting requests 🥹 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

Hii

Can I request dialogue prompt 3 and 4 with minghao please

Thank you

I’m sure it wasn’t intentional but I find this very disrespectful and hurtful 🥹 one of the first things you can see on my account is that requests are closed, then if you glance at my pinned post, I also have there that requests are closed. Please be considerate of our artists and bloggers and make sure to check if their requests or commissions are open before asking. You may be new so I’ll say I have talked in length more than once on why my requests aren’t and won’t be open for some time. I wiill write at my own pace I’m sorry 🥹💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

#littlesvt speaks💕 #littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | ‘Niū Niū’ & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’

Wc: 908

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Back 2 Back

“Should I come in? It looks pretty full.” Minghao laughed as he entered the bathroom where Jun had joined you for bath time. Who was responsible for the mass amounts of bubbles and the empty bottle of bubble bath on the floor would remain a mystery.

“Bàba! Are you gonna come in too?” You asked, pouting with big puppy eyes, the bubble tower Jun had been building on your head nearly flying off as you splashed excitedly in the tub.

Jun suppressed his snickering. Even though Hao knew exactly what you were doing, it didn’t decrease its power at all.

Minghao immediately grumbled and started taking off his clothes, grabbing a towel for when he’d get out. A minute or two wouldn’t hurt. Sinking into the bubbles with a side of water, he was surprised it didn’t spill over the edge, though it tried. You giggled happily and moved to snuggle against him.

“Wahh now Daddy’s cold” Jun complained, making a show of shivering as if 80% of his body wasn't submerged in warm water. He was completely shameless about begging for your attention, always one-upping Hao. Still, you hadn’t seen your Bàba all day. Daddy would survive without you for just a little bit.

“Oh hush.” Hao rolled his eyes, his airy giggle making your heart fluttery and warm. Warmer than the bath or his arms that came snuggly around you as he left a kiss on your nose and smoothing away the bubbles on your head.

“Did he even wash you yet, Niū Niū?” he teased, poking two fingers at your side to make you squeal.

“Hey!” Jun snorted into the water, his body now submerged almost fully, stopping just below his nose as he waited patiently for his Xiǎo gōng zhǔ to return to him.

“Yep! All clean!! Daddy let me shower with him before we got in the bath!”, you nodded, resting your cheek against him as he cupped your face in his hands sweetly.

“Even behind your ears?” Minghao rubbed his nose against yours, eyes crinkled affectionately as he smiled.

Jun grumbled to himself and considered splashing a nice sized wave in Hao’s direction but deemed it wasn’t worth it, you being the casualty.

“All clean! Daddy washes the bestest!” You beamed before bringing one hand over the side of your mouth, whispering not so quietly, “but Bàba dries the bestest”

“Yah! I heard that!!”

You giggled and found yourself in Jun’s arms again, the complaints immediately coming to a halt.

“Okay! Daddy be the yellow ducky and Bàba be the green ducky and I can be the baby ducky. I have to be because it’s pink, see?”

“Yes I see. But you’re always gonna be the baby no matter what, little ducky.” Jun teased and kissed your cheek loudly with a ‘MWAH’.

Both of them took their acting parts very seriously, playing and splashing along with you proudly until the water was cold.

“Look, kitten. Bàba is shivering. He’s not invincible at all.” Jun laughed.

“I never claimed to be!” Hao defended. Why was he defending himself? Who wouldn’t be shivering sitting in cold water?? There was plenty of room to tease your cold-loathing-Bàba, but he wasn’t the one whose teeth were chattering away even being embraced in your Daddy’s warmth.

“I cold too, Daddyyy.” You frowned, shaking and wiggling in place impatiently as Jun stood with a smile. Fetching the towel and opening it wide for you. Anything for you.

“What about me?” Hao pouted, betrayed.

“Get your own.” Jun stuck his tongue out as he squeezed your tight and began drying you off.

“But I got that one.” Hao huffed and flipped the plug for the tub before getting out to fetch another towel. He’d have to dry quick, he was the best dryer after all. But by the time he dried off and began dressing, Jun had you sat on the counter, wrapped in your towel and was already blow drying your hair.

“That’s my job!” Hao insisted and Jun gave him the hair dryer with a grin, only teasing and went to fetch himself some clothes. Though if he had it his way he’d probably never wear clothes.

Once your hair was dry, you half asleep and barely noticing the blaring, cozy air had stopped, Minghao made quick work of winding it up and tucking it away in the cupboard.

“Oh I thought it was movie night, Baōbèi. Bedtime already?” He beamed so fondly, stroking your soft locks before tucking a piece gently behind your ear.

“Huh?” With that your eyes shot open, remembering you had to be the first to the sofa to have first pick.

Hopping off the counter, leaving a giggling Bàba behind, you zoomed out of the bathroom and down the hall to the living room to find your Daddy grinning smugly with the remote in his hand. Before you could pout, he opened his arms wide and pulled you into his lap when you crashed into him, giving you the remote.

“That’s cheating.” Hao plopped down beside you, putting his arm over the back of the sofa as you fumbled with the buttons, “let Bàba do it.”

They liked to play pretend sometimes as if anyone but you would be picking the film. Happy with your choice, once the movie was playing, the three of you became a tangle of limbs under a throw blanket until inevitably you’d fall asleep in their arms

🧸Endnote: ‘Niū Niū’ means little girl & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’ means little princess. You know I’d never miss Hao day!! But you don’t get one without the other hehe (only kidding//sometimes) My JunHao are my whole world ㅠ ㅠ I hope Myungho has a wonderful birthday and Junnie bugs him a lot!! 我爱你!! ALSO THE NEW ALBUM?! Woozi really is a God of Music!! I cannot pick a favorite track (though Back 2 Back is probably taking first) Ofc still on hiatus because now I am so busy and looking back realizing it’s now been over three months. I miss writing I do ㅠ ㅠ 💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt agere #svt fic #agere community #svt soft hours #sfw svt #the8 soft hours #junhui x reader #svt minghao #svt junhui #svt jun #svt scenarios #caregiver!the8 #caregiver!minghao #caregiver!seventeen #caregiver!jun #sfw seventeen #seventeen soft hours #svt fanfic #minghao drabbles #jun imagines #Spotify

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IF YOU ARE NOT OT13 THEN BLOCK ME AND GET OFF MY BLOG!! I will not deal with a single insult to any member especially not over complete bs and your western perversion. Especially if you are implying they end their lives?! What is wrong with you?! Just had to block someone who sent in an anonymous hate message about Jun. I won’t discuss the situation any further on my account and if you don’t like that feel free to unfollow AND BLOCK!! Some of you never liked Jun and it shows.

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #ADMIN IS VERY PISSED

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | “Niū niū”/little girl used

Wc: 765

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Strawberry Moon

“Up, Baby girl!” Jun patted his lap, a gentle smile resting on his lips as he finally sat down for the evening.

When he first got home from work, he was quickly redirected to the bathroom to shower. There was no way your babysitter (s/n) would let his sweat covered self anywhere near you. With a pout he waved at his amused little one as he was pushed down the hall until he walked forward on his own. But after he was clean and dry, he came back to the living room where your sitter was saying goodnight, coat on and ready to leave. Thankfully you were already bathed and in your jammies. One less thing for his tired, achy body to worry about.

“Thank you again, s/n.”

Jun really was thankful. His work was busy work and would be for some time to come. You knew that. Though he loved his work, he wished things were different. Just a little more time with you, he’d never complain about. You both greeted the sitter goodbye before he called you to him, waiting patiently in his chair.

Abandoning your toys and crayons, you grabbed your plushie and crawled into his lap, giggling and squirming around until you were comfortable.

“Comfy, Niū niū?” He sighed happily, not minding whatever kiddie movie played on the television as he patted your bottom softly.

“Nhm!” You nodded snuggling closer, your whole body relaxing just feeling his physical presence and his soothing scent.

“Wait-“ he gasped, sitting you up straight to look you in the eyes “- where’s your paci??”

Forgetful, you couldn’t remember when you’d last had it so you only blinked at him. But your eyes began to shift as you worried, suddenly missing it now that you remembered its existence.

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips together, stroking your head, deep in thought.

“Wah?? What’s this??” His hand drew back from your hair.

As if your pacifier had been hiding there the whole time, he swung it around his finger, prideful after finding it in the bedroom while he was getting dressed.

“Daddy, you found it!! How did you do that??” You took his hand in yours and studied the pacifier around his finger but there was no trick that you could see nor that your little, regressed mind could comprehend.

“Okok. Look at that. Perfect. Have I ever told you that you’re cute?” Jun smiled as he popped it in your mouth, squishing your cheeks with one hand. Only receiving a nose scrunch and a huff of air in response to his silly comments, he grinned and pulled you back to rest on his chest.

Taking a nice deep breath, the upbeat voices, silly sounds and cheerful music coming from the television began to fade into the background. The muscles in his face relaxed as he laid his head against his comfy chair. He could fall asleep right there with you in his arms, his hand patting a gentle rhythm on your back.

“Mmnhh(Daddy)??” You pouted, taking offense at his sleepy demeanor.

“Oh, that’s right. Okay. ‘I love you’ song first.”, He remembered, chuckling breathily as he stood, hoisting you up to carry you in his arms. He kissed your nose before your head rested back on his shoulder and shut the lights off as he walked down the hall towards your bedroom.

“You are my dream~” he nuzzled your cheek, eliciting precious giggles from his baby as he walked you to bed, “~you are my love.”

Shutting the door behind him with his foot, he continued singing, sitting on the edge bed and rocking you gently for a moment before rolling over and pulling you under the covers with him. Once your giggles had settled again and you were comfortable on his chest, he sang again sweetly.

“I love you~”

Reaching to shut off the bedside lamp. He could feel your weight getting heavier against him, a sure sign he wouldn’t be singing much longer.

“wo ai ni … hmmmhmmn…” he began rubbing your back again, his nose in the crook of your neck as you began to drift off completely.

How needed, how complete he felt singing a few lines of a song he’d only sang for some drama, never knowing it would come to hold so much meaning, he hoped you’d never outgrow it. Out of habit he sang a little longer than he needed to, his voice just a mumble now as his lips moved slowly, his eyes falling shut. The sooner he fell asleep the sooner he could see you in his dreams and wake up to your pretty face tomorrow.

🧸Endnote: Jun again (sorry not sorry) Wahhh I know this song is becoming overused and I totally would have used it for the title if I hadn’t already but its Junniieeee and really is my comfort song haha. I still don’t think I’ll be returning to writing regularly for the next few months but I wrote this one for myself and it was pretty complete so I figured I’d post. alsooo I will always miss his dark hair but wah the red looks so good on him and these hoodie pics are my new fav because he looks so comfy and soft ㅠ ㅠ ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt agere #svt fic #agere community #svt soft hours #sfw svt #sfw seventeen #svt junhui #svt jun #caregiver!jun #caregiver!junhui #junhui x reader #junhui fluff #junhui scenarios #junhui drabble #sfw junhui #seventeen agere #caregiver!seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen junhui #seventeen soft hours #junhui soft hours

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FEMME-READER | FLUFF | Size regression

Wc: 2.2k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Run to You

By no means was Jeonghan out of shape or weak. He was known to be able to pull great athletic feats and have seemingly endless energy out of nowhere when the time arose. But most times, his stamina was short and he’d more than often rather be asleep, surviving on too much caffeine from a stream of never ending iced americano and his responsibility to you; his hyper little angel. And, God, did you like to keep him on his toes.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone in looking after you, making sure you got out all your zoomies before bedtime. Every so often, he’d call up his dongsaengs and set up a playdate with a little who was sure to tire you out.

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah. Really… I love my little gremlin but I don't know how you handle yours.”, Jeonghan chuckled into his cell, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leaned back to peek around the corner, making sure you were still where he left you. The only time you seemed to sit still was when you were sitting in front of the television with your favorite snack.

Ending the call with a small smile, he finished getting his bag together, making sure his baby would have anything you could possibly need and some you didn’t for your afternoon at the park. When you were finished eating, he began the long process of chasing you around, yelling after your giggles that were surely insanity, and making sure you were ready in your play clothes. And he still had to figure out how to get ready himself. All the while, running in circles, he reminded himself that the pay off would be well worth it.

“Okay, angel. Up.”, Jeonghan shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder with a huff and held his arms out. He enjoyed this part, trying not to grin at the way your face always lit up.

“Uppies!!”, you giggled, running toward his arms so he could lift you and prop you on his hip with a drawn-out groan as he straightened his back. Thank god it was only you around, he’d have to admit he was getting old.

“We are gonna go get Appa a coffee before we stop at the park. Think you can manage?”, he chuckled, carrying you out the door.

“Uh-huh! Can I hab a strawberry milk again?”, you asked, twirling and curling his soft, black hair around your fingers as he walked you down the hall.

None of his friends could ever understand why Jeonghan constantly ignored their advice. Especially when he so frequently, and annoyingly, one might add, complained about being tired and having a broken back. You were perfectly capable of feeding yourself, walking on your own, drinking from a cup, yet still, Jeonghan wouldn't hear of letting you do a single thing on your own. Sometimes he wondered if he needed you more than you needed him. Couldn’t he just find that in taking care of any of his dongsaengs? No. In fact, he’d rather die. (A joke of course). It was just you. The bond he had with you, the desire to be needed by you, to care for you, couldn’t be replicated in any way. He enjoyed helping you escape, wholeheartedly. You so greatly deserved it.

“You want more sugar? Didn’t Appa let you have cereal for breakfast because you didn’t want eggs?”, he asked, though there was no way he’d say ‘no’ to you. Not in the end anyways.

“I want cereal because Uncle Shuji says Appa cooking is stinky!!” You corrected him quite blatantly with a giggle. Cooking was not one of his many talents, he had to accept that. Still hurt, though.

Sighing with a shake of his head, he put you down in the elevator. After pressing the button for the ground floor, he made sure his wallet was in his pocket, you only wanted to lose that once and Mingyu had lost his enough times for all thirteen of them. Then Jeonghan held his arms out for you again once the elevator door dinged and opened. Not a single smile nor pout for him? So much for ‘your face always lit up’ when he called for you. Maybe he really did need you more than you needed him.

“Can we run to the shop, Appa?”, you asked innocently. Ah, there it was. Your head was always more in space than he could ever imagine it to be. Malicious was not a word in your vocabulary, even when it came to criticisms on his cooking. Your intentions were simple and pure.

Still, frowning at your rejection, Jeonghan looked out the elevator doors, trying to imagine the path to the shop. It was only a couple minutes down the road but he’d likely be chasing after you most of the day anyways.

“How about you save all your energy for Soonyoung-ah, yeah? You little boogers can run your hearts out when we get to the park.”, He prayed for mercy and thankfully, you complied.

With their busy schedules you only got to meet with Soonyoung, sometimes Mingyu, maybe once or twice a month at most. And exactly as he hoped, each time you’d fall asleep not long after he picked you up to carry you home for the evening. You’d be much more docile and cuddly the next couple of days once you’d tired yourself out. The little demon they called Hoshi always managed to be the best outlet for letting out all of your energy.

Jeonghan watched and chatted with you fondly as you pointed out little things during your walk to the park, picking up a rock you deemed was special or spotting a puppy on the streets around you. After stopping for a coffee and that strawberry milk, the two of you made it to your destination fairly quickly. Thankfully, Jihoon always agreed to meet closer to home so Jeonghan wouldn’t have to worry about traveling with you. Though maybe not so lucky for him when dealing with Hoshi.

“Appa~” you complained, sitting on the park bench hand-in-hand in front of the playground “when will Hoonie Soonie get heree??”

“‘Hoonie Soonie’, huh?” Jeonghan logged that one with a snicker before squinting at a Jihoon shaped man in baggy clothes, not that he was dressed much differently, “Oh, there-“

“HORANGHAEEE!!” You squealed, your hand tearing from Jeonghan’s as you ran excitedly across the playground to crash into Hoshi who bounced around with you, more than happy to match, even double your energy. Jeonghan was surprised he was able to dress the kid in two separate articles of clothing. Though it was just a T-shirt and overalls, most of the time it was a battle to get him out of his tiger onesie at all.

The two of you immediately took off in a game of tag while Jihoon found his spot next to Jeonghan, sighing as he leaned back as they watched their little ones, finally able to relax a little now that his little tiger was occupied. But maybe he jinxed himself. An hour full of giggles and squeals later, both you and Hoshi ran up to the bench giggling and covering your mouths.

“Appa…look what I found!” you moved your little hand from behind your back, opening your fist to show a particularly interesting shaped woodchip. After staring at it for a moment, not quite sure how he was meant to react, glancing at Jihoon who had no answer for him, he had no choice but to wing it.

“Wah… can Appa take a closer look? Where’d you find this, Angel? While you were playing by the slide?” Jeonghan smiled a bit too wide, convincing you that you were laying him right into the palm of your hand.

“We found it and this boy tried to-” Hoshi’s mouth was quickly covered by your free hand. Nothing suspicious at all. Jeonghan cracked a genuine smile, his little miss bossy pants.

“Isn’t it cool?? You can have it if you and Hoonie come play with us! But you have to chase us and then we get to chase you!!” You revealed your grand plan. Now how could they say no.

Victoriously, you pulled and tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve, giggling as you urged him to get up quickly. Hoshi already had Jihoon up who was bickering and cursing under his breath, as expected. The only thing that finally freed them from endlessly circling the playground that seemed a bit too small for two grown men was Jihoon’s suggestion to get food. He knew his little rascal would be hungry sooner or later.

“I want bread! Bread! Bread!” Hoshi chanted, bouncing along as the four of you walked back to the bench to fetch your bags.

“What did we talk about? Real food. You can't just eat bread.” Jihoon threw his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand for the pouting tiger.

“Appa, I want bread too.” you whispered into his ear once Jeonghan picked you up and propped you on his hip again.

“Bread it is!” Jeonghan sometimes gave in a little too easily, but once you had your mind set, it was the path of least resistance. Of course insisting you ate something more nutritious before you could have your bread wasn’t totally giving in.

After dining in at a small restaurant nearby and making sure their two little ones had full tummies, Jeonghan and Jihoon were dragged back to the playground where they’d take part in all of your silly games. This time you and Hoshi were wild animals, a tiger and a bunny, the explorers had to catch in order to stop the end of the world. ‘How or why was the world ending’, you ask? They had no idea.

“That one looks like a fishy!” you pointed at the clouds passing overhead as you lay in Jeonghan’s lap.

The four of you had finally taken a rest on the green, more shaded area outside the playground after Jeonghan almost got on his knees to beg you. Cloud watching could be a pretty fun activity too. Especially on a random afternoon with your Appa and a full tummy at the park.

“That one looks like a tiger!!” Hoshi called out once he finished rolling across the grass back to your little group after attempting to do somersaults a safe distance from Jihoon’s head..

“Yah.. you can't call every cloud you see a tiger.” Jihoon lifted his head from the ground to see the cutest little hamster-like pout.

“Can too.” Hoshi grumbled, flopping on top of his Appa with a thud that had both you and Jeonghan cringing as Jihoon groaned.

“Yea that's enough. You obviously have more energy. I'm gonna go chase him around a bit more before it gets late. Comin’?” Jihoon asked Jeonghan while he sat Hoshi up and straightened out his clothes.

“I think we’re still cloud watching, aren't we Angel?” he smiled, brushing your hair out of your face as if he wasn’t begging for mercy telepathically and hoping you could hear him.

“Still watchin’! That one looks like Uncle Cheolie!!” you giggled.

Following your finger Jeonghan laughed to himself when he spotted the oddly shaped cloud, not quite sure how you’d come to that conclusion. Snapping a picture, he’d be sure to tease him about it later.

The breeze was hitting just right, a gentle wind sweeping through his hair as he watched you watching the sky, Hoshi’s laughter and Jihoon’s squabbling, even the hustle and bustle of the city outside was distant and somehow pleasant. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, orange pinks, blues, purple and orange blooming through the fluffs of clouds above. Jeonghan’s eyes closed as he took a long, deep breath, opening them again before he dozed off. Much like the sweet, sleepy thing resting now in his lap.

“Asleep already?” Jihoon laughed, picking up his bag from the ground and adjusting Hoshi who he had on his back.

“Too tired to walk?”

“You’re right. But it works every time.” they grinned.

“Same time next week?” Jeonghan pulled you into his arms and stood up with his things, your head finding its home on his shoulder.

A hopeful sentiment really. It was more likely they wouldn't have another playdate for weeks to come. But they’d enjoy the payoff of this one while they had the chance. Jeonghan, tired and achy limbs and all, would still take the long way home as the light left the sky so he could hold his hyper little angel, asleep in his arms, just a little longer.

🧸Endnote: HAPPY HANNIE DAY!! And happy late bday to me! [1001] Three-year-old size regression validation written for those littles who have deep childhood trauma and need help getting back safely. Also bc if Jeonghan actually tried to pick me up his twig paper mache bones would literally… 😭 wah anyways. I know i'll be very busy for the month of ocotober, i would like to be able to work on and post maybe a short halloween headcanon or drabble with Admin II so keep your eye out for that <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt agere #svt fic #agere community #svt soft hours #sfw svt #Jeonghan day #happy Hannie day #jeonghan fluff #svt jeonghan #caregiver!jeonghan #caregiver!woozi #caregiver!jihoon #little!hoshi #Hoshi #hoshi fluff #svt jihoon #svt scenarios #svt x reader #sfw seventeen #svt drabbles #jeonghan soft hours #jeonghan fic #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #Spotify

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GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | CHEOLIE DAY

Wc: 261

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

00:00

Cheol let out a yawn, rubbing the back of his head as he left his bathroom. He flicked off the light before climbing into his bed, groaning slightly at his aching body. He checked his phone for the time:

11:58

He ran a hand over his face before throwing his phone down onto the bedside table. With a long stretch, he laid back against the plush pillows and closed his eyes.

The sudden sound of his phone caused him to let out an annoyed grunt and he opened his eyes again, squinting at the light from his phone. He grabbed it, his frown soon disappearing when he saw your contact name pop up and he scrambled to answer it. As soon as your face came into view, he broke out in a big smile.

“Hi baby.” He said softly 

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” You whisper-shouted, your plushie squished against your face. You then pulled the phone towards you to give Cheol some over the phone birthday kisses. Cheol chuckled and he checked the time:

00:00

“Thank you baby, you were the first one!” He grinned. You let out an excited giggle and smiled proudly.

“Take that uncle hannie!” You said, sticking your tongue out in the process. Cheol couldn’t help but laugh at your antics and he smiled warmly. He looked back at the screen when you let out a yawn and he pouted. 

“Okay doll. You get some rest and I’ll see you later for some birthday fun?” He asked.

You nodded slowly and smiled.

“Night night daddy.” 

“Night night baby.” 

🧸Endnote: As it’s still the 8th for me… HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOLIE!!!! To our best best pouty leader we all love you and appreciate you and Wahh 🥰🥰🥰🥰 lots and lots of birthday love 🩷🩵💛 ~ 👑🐰💛

Happy Birthday my arch nemesis/j 🤣🤣 we love you Cheolie. Anyways- I wanted to note that we are not officially off hiatus nor resuming the giveaway just yet but Admin II wanted to still post something special for S.Coups Day 🩵🩷 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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Hiatus Announcement

Another hiatus, I know. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone for but it could be a lot longer than in the past. I’m going through a lot in my personal life and I won’t be able to post consistently anymore. It’s too much on me. I also don’t know that I will ever be able to connect with Seventeen the same ever again because of what’s happened. So unfortunately I have to cancel the giveaway and put a hold on anything moving forward. Thank you to everyone who has supported this blog until now. ~ 🐶🐰🍓

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #littlesvt speaks💕

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14 notes?!?? 😭🫠 so sick and twiiiisstttteeeeddddd. Sickantwisted (pay no mind, admin I just throwing a fit) ~ 🐶🐰🍓

FEMME-READER | ANGST+FLUFF | Chinese/Korean phrases

Wc: 2.6k+

Definitions: Shùshu; Father’s younger brother, Bāobèi; baby, Xiao Jiahuo; pet name for a young child, Didi; younger brother, Samchon; Uncle

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

✧˖°Collab w/ 🎬 anon ⋆˙⟡♡

Psycho

It was a rough and early morning start for Jun. Though often he was a morning person, the first to wake up, the first to wake up everyone else, he’d been preparing for this day for weeks. It was starting to take its toll, but that would never stop him. After doing the bare minimum to clean up after dragging himself out of bed, leaving the rest to his stylists, he was ready to shoot a scene for his newest single, Psycho. Tiptoeing carefully through the house, he had tried to be as quiet as possible, as to not wake his little one. He’d had trouble enough putting you down for bed the night before so you needed all the sleep you could get. But similarly to the sharp, tiny creature, you had the ears of an owl. And so, he inevitably felt a tug-tug on the hem of his sweater, a set of sleepy, pleading eyes looking up at him.

“Daddy, don’t go ‘way!!” you begged, bouncing on the balls of your feet, your bottom lip quivering, your eyes tired and weary.

No matter how exhausted you were, you didn’t want your Daddy to go anywhere without you. So he found himself changing you into a matching sweater and leggings and picking you up, along with his belongings, to head off to the film set. But first, you needed to learn some ground rules.

“Okay baby, you can come with Daddy, but you gotta promise you won’t peek because Daddy’s work might be scary for a little one like you, okay?”, he gently bounced you in his arms with a smile, “You can play on Daddy’s phone but no calling ANY of your samchons-“

He eyed you knowingly, noting your giggles with a shake of his head. Always your first instinct when his phone was at finger length.

“-because every single one of them is still sleeping right now. think you can handle that for me?”

You nod your head, albeit disappointed. you wanted to watch your Daddy work, after all. Each time left you awestruck, but you couldn't fathom breaking your daddy’s heart, so you agreed.

“Can call Shùshu Hao when he wake up?” you asked hopefully, playing with the long sleeves of your sweater.

The person you loved the most right after your daddy had to be your Shùshu Hao, and you asked to call him whenever you had your little hands on Jun’s phone. Minghao never minded of course, it was always fun to give Jun a little grief and see his favourite little one.

“You have to send him a message first, to make sure he’s awake. You know how Shùshu Hao likes his sleep. But yes, if he’s awake, you can call him until Daddy’s done .”

Clapping your hands with a satisfied giggle, you lay your head against the crook of his neck letting yourself rest a little more as he carried you down to the waiting car. When you finally arrived, you were a ball of energy. You wanted to see anything and everything, peek at all the equipment and maybe have a staff member show you how the special effects worked to make your Daddy shine during his performance. As much as it pained him, Jun immediately scooped you up before you could go wild.

“Okay!”, he grabbed you in his arms before you could zoom past him, “Not so fast, little one. Didn’t you make a promise to me, baby?”

Kicking at the ground, you crossed your arms over your chest blowing just a little huff from the pout on your lips, “Daddy din’ say no runnin’ ‘round...”

“Well Daddy’s saying it now, no? Can you be a good girl and sit quietly for me? Play a game on my phone, no peeking?”, he couldn't help but coo at your pursed lips, bouncing you lightly on his hip.

Jun had been worried you’d be frightened by what you saw, the set itself was intimidating enough. From his age check with you earlier, you were feeling around three years old, and he knew dealing with a terrified three year old, trying to convince you that he was still your Daddy and not some scary villain would be extremely difficult to say the least.

Sitting you down in a large, comfy chair behind the camera, his heart warmed at the sight of you practically drowning in it.

“Aigoo, Bāobèi,” he purred, pinching your cheeks. “Daddy loves you. Be good, kay? Remember Daddy’s rules.” he gave you a final, small kiss on the nose and placed his noise canceling headphones over your ears, as you eagerly reached for the phone to do whatever it was you liked to do on there.

Not even an hour had passed before the growling of your tummy distracted you from your cat collecting game (one you’d taken over from your Daddy). Jun had rushed you out of the house after you’d changed, only grabbing you a banana before you left. Usually, a foodie himself, he’d make sure you had a full tummy before the two of you went anywhere. But short on time, he’d remembered there’d be food on set for him to feed you when they had their first break. Though you ignored it at first, eventually you lowered the phone, keeping your eyes in your lap like you promised, having a hard think.

Surely your Daddy wouldn't mind if you broke the rules to ask a staff member for food, or even better, your Daddy himself? Food was certainly very important for little babies. So you placed his phone and headphones on your chair and toddled over to where everyone was standing and where Jun was currently filming.

The lighting, the contrasting clothing, it was all harsh on your eyes, your hands rushing to rub them. Though it was a little confusing, It wasn’t your first set so your eyes scanned the faces looking for your favourite one. When you finally found him, you felt a tightness in your throat. The man wearing black and leather looked like your Daddy but not. Dark makeup lined his eyes, his expression shifting drastically, startlingly. Dead, angry, maniacal. The crowd of dancers creeped around in striped shirts following their calculated choreography as they surrounded him. No longer muffled by the headphones, loud music boomed in your ears, and an almost familiar voice sang angry words in a language you’d come to know as Chinese. But it wasn’t sweet or soft or silly like it used to be as it came from his lips.

Never had you seen your Daddy angry before. Surely this couldn’t be him, it couldn’t be your Daddy. Only a scary man who looked like him and had his voice and careful movements sharp and smooth. Quickly the scene before you blurred, confusion spiraling into fear as hot tears filled your eyes.

Before you realized it, your feet were carrying you back to your chair, faster and faster until the headphones were in your hands and over your ears. You let it drink you up again, curling into a tight ball with your eyes closed tightly, trying desperately to keep your tears at bay. So tightly that spots filled your vision in the darkness behind your eyelids but even that was not enough to keep the flashes images from haunting you. Jun - no - not Jun’s villainous face at the front of your mind, an evil smile striking a piercing fear into your heart.

“No.. no..”, you rubbed at your eyes furiously, trying to make it go away, your fists wet with tears.

When the director called for a break, Jun ran over to you eagerly with a shining smile on his face. He was feeling good about the progress they’d made, the vision for Psycho truly coming to life. But his movements slowed when he saw you balled up. You had woken pretty early so it wasn’t a surprise that you may have drifted off.

“Hi, my sweet baby. Daddy’s almost done, Okay? I promise. You feeling sleepy?”, he stood over the chair, cooing softly, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. Though the movement was tiny, his hand froze immediately feeling you flinch away from him.

“Baby?? Hey, what's wrong?”

When you turned, just a little, then a little more until he was clear in front of you, smokey eyeliner and all, immediately you burst into tears. Too excited to see his baby, he hadn’t taken off his makeup or changed out of his clothes, not even to prepare for the next set.

“Sweetie, what's going on?? Why are you crying? Is Daddy’s makeup too scary?”, Jun knelt by your side, his eyes heavy with worry.

“Daddy no Daddy!! Daddy scary!! T-too many people n’ Daddy yelling n’ angry and–” hiding your face in the chair from his frightening appearance, your sobs caught in your throat, little hiccups preluding the most broken, drawn out wail. Jun could swear he heard his heart break right then and there.

“Baby… Oh, my baby girl, please don’t be scared. Daddy’s just pretending, okay?”, he risked moving closer, laying his head against you, “it’s like when Cheolie samchon dressed as a biiiig cherry for Halloween, yea? Do you remember that??

A moment, just a short moment, passed before you nodded quietly against the chair. He lifted his head with a small smile, finally able to rest his hand on your arm.

“Daddy is just pretending to be not Daddy right now! All of it is pretend. There’s no need to be scared, my little one. Daddy is still Daddy, and still loves you so much, yeah?”

Even though you nodded, he could feel you weren’t fully convinced. Rubbing his thumb against you, he had a thought that was sure to cheer his baby up.

“Wanna call your Shùshu Hao? He can tell you all about when he plays pretend too. We can call him over here, yea, baby?”, he offered, feeling you relax a little as you contemplated.

At this, you finally lifted your tear streaked face and nodded for a third time.

“Can I give my baby a kiss?”

Another nod. He maneuvered you around to face him fully, stroking your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. How scared and alone you had felt without him instantly melted away as you clung to him.

Twenty or so minutes later, you were sitting happily on your Shùshu Hao’s lap, munching on a bungeoppang and swinging your legs as you watched a Going Seventeen episode. Hao watched along in between critiquing Jun as he filmed.

“Nice, right?”, Jun mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows as he revealed his third outfit, head-to-toe red leather.

“No no, Jun Ge, you look silly. Xiao jiahuo, doesn’t your daddy look silly?” Minghao’s tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as his finger poked at yours.

“Daddy look like a big st’awbi!” You exclaimed, to which Jun and Hao both giggled.

“Feeling all better now, baby?” Hao asked, shaking you playfully in his lap.

“a lil’.” you mumbled, scrunching up your nose.

“So cutie, what if we go get ice cream? Just baby and Shùshu Hao time?”, he grinned, the shaking reduced to gentle sways back and forth.

“Yah!! Minghao dìdì, I see you plotting with my baby.”, Jun surprised the two of you, appearing out of nowhere to scoop you up in his arms.

“But Daddy, Shùshu gon’ gib me ice c’eam!” you giggle, pinching at your Daddy’s cheeks like he always did to you as he mockingly pouted his ‘sympathies’.

“But Daddy can get you ice cream too. Much better ice cream than your Shùshu ever could.”, most maturely, he stuck his tongue out over your shoulder at Minghao who only smirked in response.

“Xiao jiahuo, your Daddy is being an even bigger baby than you are.” he said, booping your nose.

“Wahh…Bāobèi, say it isn't so!!”Jun gasped dramatically, but you ignored him, as the phone in your hand started speaking.

“Jun hyung?”

“Jihoon samchon!!” you squealed, squirming excitedly in Jun’s grasp.

Jun only sighed but an unmistakable grin still glowed warmly on his face. You really couldn’t resist calling up any of the boys once a phone was in your hands. Jihoon was another of your favorite uncles. Although he was reserved and quiet, he still had the soft spot for you, and you used it every chance you could get.

“Hmm, baby? Why’d you call?” Jihoon held his phone up over his face to see you clearly. He was still lying in bed, barefaced and hair mussed.

“Shùshu and Daddy wan’ go fo’ ice c’eam n I wan’ you to come too.” you pouted. Most of the boys were absolute suckers for your big, pleading eyes, your Daddy being the worst of all.

“Aww, I'd love that. Want me to invite some others too?”, at this you nodded your head excitedly.

“Just don’t invite everyone, you know it’ll be too chaotic.'' Jun took the phone, warning Jihoon lightly, his signature smile still soft in its place.

But really, he was more worried of how you'd feel regressed in front of all thirteen men, but he wouldn't say that in front of you. He couldn’t stand to see anymore tears from his baby. Luckily, Jihoon understood.

“You got it..” he nodded.

“Bye bye, Hoonie samchon!!” you cried out, poking your head back into view of the camera as Jihoon waved a short goodbye before hanging up.

“You're so spoiled by your samchons, but you know that, don’t you?” Jun teased as he lowered you into Minghao’s lap hearing someone call out a one minute warning on set.

“Be a good girl for Shùshu, okay?”

With a giggle you agreed, squeaking just a little when Minghao squeezed you tight.

“I thought i'd die when your Daddy took you away!!” Minghao half whined with a laugh once Jun was safely out of swinging distance.

“Now you’re silly, Shùshu!!”, you shook your head.

Jihoon and the others still hadn’t arrived by the time Jun had finished filming and even took off his makeup so the three of you headed out, ready to call him up again.

“Hoonie’s here!!”, you jumped down from Jun’s arms and ran down the sidewalk, right through the narrow space between Cheol and Joshua and straight into Jihoon’s arms.

“Couldn’t wait another second, huh?”, he laughed, bouncing you on his hip for a second before handing you over to Joshua and Chan and shaking off the lovebug leech he liked to call Hoshi so some of the other guys could greet you while he had a word with your Daddy.

“She handle today alright?”, he asked as they walked to their next destination to get you the very best ice cream, at least within the vicinity.

They’d all talked about Jun’s concept a lot over the past couple months. It was expertly crafted to say the least. But appropriate for a three year old?? Maybe not so much.

“Maybe not the best. But that’s on me. I probably should have left her with you today.”, Jun laughed, giving Minghao a friendly elbow to the arm.

“Are you gonna let her watch the music video when it’s out?”, Jihoon pressed.

You were Jun’s responsibility, and it was ultimately his choice. But the guys cared for you a whole lot.

“Absolutely not.”

The three of them let out a few laughs loud enough to catch your attention again and bring you right back to your Daddy from the silly shenanigans of the other members who were currently acting out some of Jun’s choreography.

“Not while my little baby is little.”, he smiled at you, kissing your cheek with a loud “mwah” once he had you on his hip again, “Right?”

“Right!”, you giggled, having not a single clue what they were talking about but your Daddy was always right (when it was convenient).

🧸Endnote: I had so much fun working on this Collab for my Junnie with our now infamous 🎬 anon!! They want to remain anonymous but that doesn’t mean we can’t hype them up 😏🤭💖 they worked very hard on this so let’s give them some love!! 🥰 would you want to see more collabs in the future? 🫣 ALSO JUST FINDING OUT THAT HAO WAS ACTUALLY ON SET WITH JUN ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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“I just had it!” Seungcheol growled through gritted teeth as he threw the cushion from the sofa to the floor alongside the drawers he had pulled out from the cabinet. He was sure he just had your favourite plushie in his hand. You had trusted him in washing your plushie after you had accidentally spilled some juice onto it and now here he was, tearing his place apart trying to find it. He cursed under his breath each time he looked at a potential hiding spot, only to be met with nothing.

Eventually, after still not being able to locate your precious plushie, Seungcheol sat down on the sofa and let out a sigh as he rubbed his hand over his face. How would he tell you? He didn’t have time to order a new one and even if he did, he couldn’t just leave you on your own without telling you where he was heading to. The image of you crying and pouting brought a slight pain to his chest, and he hung his head in shame, his hands tugging at his hair in annoyance.

“Daddy…?” A small voice pulled him out of his pity party, and he looked up at you. You had insisted on washing yourself up and you stood in the doorway all dressed up in your favourite pyjamas. Your hair was still slightly damp from your shower and your face looked shiny and clean. Seungcheol can’t help the small smile that grows as he looked at your confused face and he held his hand out to beckon you over. Once you waddled over to him, he took your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. He let out a nervous sigh and his smile soon turned back into his infamous pout.

“Baby… I am so, so sorry… I lost your plushie. I had them in my hand and put them down for a second and it’s almost like they got up and walked away because now I can’t find them. I promise you I will keep looking and if I can’t find them at all then daddy will buy you as many plushies as you want just to make it up to you.” He rambled and he finished with a sigh. “I’m sorry for being a bad daddy.” He added. You copied your daddy’s pout and knocked his hands away before throwing yourself at him in a tight hug. Cheol can feel one hand start to play with his hair whilst the other rubbed down his back, you had clearly picked this up from when he comforted you.

“It otay daddy, you not bad.” You said softly, nuzzling your face into his cheek.

“But princess… I lost your favourite plushie.” Cheol pouted more.

“You didn’t mean to ‘nd I lose stuff sometimes, but you don’t get mad.” You said, pulling away from the hug and shrugging your shoulders. Cheol can’t help but smile at your little shrug and he pulled you back into his arms, planting sweet kisses to your cheek.

“I really have the best baby in the world huh?” He asked. You let out a giggle and planted a loud kiss onto his cheek before wiggling out of his arm. Seungcheol watched as you skipped out into the kitchen. He watched you skip off and his smile grew. Sometimes, he really couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He had been panicking so much, thinking you’d be mad or upset with him but was pleasantly surprised at your reaction.

Soft giggles pulled him out of his thoughts, and he tilted his head in confusion. He got up and leaned against the doorway.

“What’s so funny princess?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You look up and point into the fridge.

“(Plushie Name) is in the fridge!” You said before shrieking with laughter. Cheol’s eyes widened at that but he couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

🧸Endnote: Welp it’s been like 50 years since I’ve posted anything on my own sksksk and I had to start again with soft soft cheolie sigh…. I love him so much 🥹🥹🥹 I hope everyone is doing okay, staying safe and healthy and thank you to everyone who supports us and this blog it means the world. ~ 👑🐰💛

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Here to happy cry and brag about the JunHao my precious Admin II sent me 🤭😖🩵🩷🩵💚 so much happies!! ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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