#nine percent scenarios

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Learning a Language (Cai Xukun x  Reader)

Pairing: Cai Xukun x gn!Reader (the request was actually for fem!reader but the gender is never actually mentioned)

Requested?: Yes

Genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint??

Summary: Your boyfriend Xukun finds out you’re learning Chinese and he reassures you and helps with learning.

Word Count: 483 (sorry it’s super short, but I don’t know Xukun too well)

A/N: As I said before, I know it’s extremely short and I hope the person that requested this isn’t disappointed and still like it. -Admin J

For the last few minutes you had been staring at the paper in front of you, it was like all the red markings kept you in a trance. The red color burned itself into your eyes, so bright that it was literally all you could see. You had tried hard, really hard, to study Chinese to surprise your boyfriend Xukun, but somehow the Chinese language didn't seem to be a forte of yours.

You wanted to learn Chinese to be able to be communicate with Kun's family and just to get around better in China, since you and Kun had met in the United States, you still had to get used to living in China. Taking a Chinese class was your first step into your new life with Xukun in China, but somehow it just did not work out the way you wanted it to.

So as you were looking over your latest test you were so concentrated on fixing all your mistakes that you didn't even hear the apartment door open. Your whole body jumped when the arms of your boyfriend wrapped around you, "Xukun, you scared me!"

"Sorry babe." He kissed your cheek before looking at what was in front of you, "Whats that?"  He tried to take the paper in front of you, but you snatched it before he could get a good look at. "Nothing!" "Babe, don't lie to me, if it was nothing you wouldn't try to hide it." With a sigh you held the failed test out to him, tears starting to dwell in your eyes.

"You're learning Chinese?" "Well I'm trying, but I guess I'm too stupid." And that's when you couldn't hold your tears anymore. Xukun pulled you up into a tight embrace, slowly stroking over your hair to calm you down, "You're not stupid, don't say that Y/N! Chinese is an entirely different language than what you're used to, of course it will be hard for you at first. As soon as you get the hang of it, you will be amazing, I know that." He waited a little bit until your sobbing died down.

He leaned out of the hug and placed his warm hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "Also you don't have to do this alone Y/N. If you need help I'm right here. You can ask me for help okay?"

You nodded quickly. Kun's words made you realize there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He was right, learning a new language takes time, so you shouldn't be forcing yourself to hard.

"Can you explain the mistakes to me?" You asked holding out the failed test to him. "Of course." He took the test out of your hand before pulling another chair to the table and sitting down next to you. Somehow learning with Xukun felt a lot easier than doing it alone.

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[mingi-bubu]

dear god i’m in still my xukun brainrot (are we surprised, it’s actually 25/8) but i am also up for some uh angsty stuff i love always love me some >:( until happy ending like just tug at my heart strings pls i like to be hurt and i’m not saying i’m hoping you’ll write something angsty + happy ending with xukun but i am saying that -A.

LIKE THE ONE WITH ZEREN oh my god that was so perfect -A.

dakdsjf;lkadsj 25/8 i- but yes, we all know i love writing angst >:) with a happy ending :P (also the fact that i had to go back and read the zeren thing. 🤡)

this is my first attempt at any type of superhero thing so..  its mainly based off of the copious amounts of batman and miraculous ladybug fics ive been reading lately and the fact i’ve been watching smallville.  kinda like a superhero who gets powers like in ml but living in a place like gotham and trying to live a normal life like clark <3 it is implied that it takes place in the dc universe, or at least in a universe where batman and superman are heroes there

warnings of swearing, allusions to mind control, brief mentions of murder by animal in forest but nothing descriptive, the rabbit spirit is just an ancient lil dude and it says what it says, a nice kiss at the end, and of course as always our yn is they/them <333

---

“This isn’t fair,” you protest, trying to give the box back to your mother.

“This isn’t about fairness,” she says sternly, “it’s about doing what’s right and honorable.”

“I didn’t ask to become the next one in line.”

“I didn’t either.  In fact, I firmly believed that my older brother was better for the job.  But your grandmother didn’t and here we are now.”  She pushed the box back to you, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders.  Her voice grew gentler, “I know that this is difficult.  I am probably the only person in your life right now that can understand how difficult this is.  But you need to pick up the mantle.  Everyday I get older and everyday I can feel that in battle...”  She trails off, her gaze looking through you rather than at you.  “It won’t be long until our enemies, our city’s enemies, figure that out and use it against us.”

“But, but,” you stumble over your words, trying to grasp at any thread to keep you from taking on this great responsibility.  Your fingers tighten around the box, the corners digging in.  “I don’t know anything!  I’m not trained for this!”

“And you aren’t being sent into the field just yet, my love,” your mother reassures, brushing your hair away from your face.  “I can last until you’re out of high school and are trained...  I have to.”

“Ma...”  You steel yourself as well as you can, “Can I have a few days to think about it?  To acclimate myself to the idea?”

You mother presses a kiss to your head, smoothing your hair down.  “Of course.  Training can start after your midterms.”

After she leaves your room, you sit on your bed, setting the box down next to you.  You know your mother will be using it until you’re ready, but she wanted you to get to know what you’ll be working with.  With who you’ll be working with.  Tùzǐ was the spirit that would give you the abilities to do what your mother does.  Enhanced senses, faster healing, the ability to jump higher and further than a normal human.  Tùzǐ is channeled through a bracelet, though once you take full ownership of the role, Tùzǐ can be channeled through whatever wearable item you wish.  According to your family records, your great-grandfather literally had a lucky rabbit’s foot.

---

It’s been several years since that conversation with your mother.  Lù Tù, or Green Rabbit, has now become your role, though a secret one from your civilian friends.  It was hard at first trying to balance your regular life, like academics and friends, with your superhero life, but with your family helping you and supporting you, it did become much easier.  You keep secret your true life, but still you wear the characters for Tùzǐ around your neck, 兔子 proudly there in gold, gleaming almost supernaturally sometimes.  Your friends asked about it once, back when you were still getting to know them.  You claimed it was to do with your zodiac animal, which was true to be fair, and left it at that.  None of them pushed the issue, but sometimes you could feel someone watching you, doubting your story.  And every time you looked for those eyes, you always saw Xukun.

---

Xukun and you met in your second semester of university.  Ironically enough, it was in a class that discussed the existence of superheros throughout the ages.  And while your own city was no walk on the beach, after hearing about Gotham you were certainly glad that Batman and his associates were looking after it.  When it came time to discuss your family, though of course you didn’t say it was, the Green Rabbit is what ended up bringing you and Xukun into each other’s orbits.

Xukun is a journalism student, one that would follow his story to its (sometimes) bitter end.  He is tenacious and his research is well-done.  While your class had been learning about Metropolis, you had joked to him that he was just a younger Clark Kent.  Except, unlike Mr. Kent, Xukun’s focus was not on Superman.  It was on you.

Well.

Superhero-running-over-rooftops-leaping-over-buildings-you.  You, as Green Rabbit, were his Superman.

You were wary at first, for several reasons.  The first being he would look too far, try too much, and find out that you were his hero.  If Tim Drake could do it, Xukun could too.  The second being what if he was another creep who was into Green Rabbit for, uh, less-than family friendly reasons.  And the third was, well... you could see yourself falling in love with him all too easily.  You were, still are when you’re honest with yourself on a rooftop looking over the city, sure that he could become the most important person in your life after your family.  The other two concerns weighed against his favor and helped you not fall for him.  But as you got to know him, because apparently making friends with Chengcheng and Shuxin meant that you made friends with him, you felt your second concern dissolve.  It was obvious that though he idolized the Green Rabbit, he wasn’t into the hero like That.  There was a professional admiration he touted and you were grateful to see that.

But falling in love with him was far too dangerous.  For you and for him.

It’d be nice if your heart knew that, too.

---

Panting, you pushed yourself off of the concrete roof, getting back on your feet and turning to look at your enemy again.  You swipe at the blood trickling from the corner of your mouth where Earthshaker had gotten a lucky hit in.

“Awww,” Earthshaker says, false sweet concern dripping from her voice, “is the widdol bunnie okay?”  The wind on the top of building whipped around you, and you could feel the heat of the spotlights illuminating the peak of the building on your back.

“God, do you ever just shut the fuck up?”  You ask, already knowing the answer.  Earthshaker is one of the lesser villains you deal with in the grand scheme of things, but she is one that knew how to get on your nerves quickly.

She glares at you, the robotic cuffs on her arm sparking.  She raises her arms and starts to move to clack them together and you remember that the both of you are on top of some apartment building.  Earthshaker’s power as a villain was being able to control the ground around her using those cuffs.  You weren’t sure exactly how she was doing it, but you figured it had something to do with static electricity or something similar.  It’d explain the sparking.  You hop a few times in place, psyching yourself up, and run at the villain.  You grab her around the waist and the both of you go tumbling over the edge of the building.  The city lights flicker around the two of you as you fall 80 stories.  Earthshaker is pounding her fists against your back and you struggle to wrap your legs around her enough to free up one hand to grab at your utility belt for a rope.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter, finally grabbing the rope.  You call on the power of Tùzǐ and the rope glows faintly as it shoots out of your hand of its own accord.  You watch it slither away into the lights around you as you struggle to keep your hold on Earthshaker.  You shifted your focus to her and watched as she was futile in her attempts to call the earth to her.  In an ironic twist, it seems, despite the two of you falling fast, you were too far away from the ground for her to make any progress.  You looked at the streetlights getting closer and felt a pang of fear that Tùz- that the rope failed.  You consider the superhuman abilities you had while as the Green Rabbit and decide that even if the rope doesn’t return, you would feel sore in the morning but you wouldn’t break anything.  Even if you turned to take the brunt of the fall off of your enemy.

Just as you decided that, an end of the rope appears from the lights whizzing by and wraps around your waist.  It doesn’t abruptly stop your descent, you think you would break your spine if it did even with the protection of Tùzǐ, but it takes the momentum the two of you built and swings you towards where it was anchored.  You hear Earthshaker shouting insults under you, but with the wind in your ears you aren’t able to make anything out clearly.  Not like you’d really care anyways.  Unfortunately the power of Tùzǐ can only do so much, and you let out several grunts as the two of you tumble onto the roof of the police station.  The two of you are separated in the fall, a loss of which you don’t mourn, and the rope leaves your waist to coil into your hand, shrinking down to a few feet.  The door to the roof opens and several officers file out, fanning out to form a semi-circle around you, guns drawn.

"Uh," you say, "delivery?"

Your ears twitch at the sound of of half a dozen guns cocking, but that’s all that happens.  Chief Zhang steps out of the circle, holstering his weapon, and takes in the situation. You, standing in a half-crouch, rope in hand, and Earthshaker, pushing herself up, jaw clenched while she favors her left arm. The other officers follow his lead and put their guns away as well. Zhang motions towards two of his officers and they come forward, helping Earthshaker up and checking for serious injury before cuffing her hands behind her back.

You raise an eyebrow at the officer holding her by the shoulder, an unspoken question of Earthshaker's right arm. The officer responds, "Ah, nothing more serious than a strain, Rabbit." She motions towards the robotic cuffs, "These probably kept her wrists from breaking completely, what with the several inches of metal there." You nodded and turned your attention back to the Chief.

"Get those cuffs off of her, but place them in evidence after you tag it." He says. The two officers nod and lead your enemy away to the rooftop entrance. You, Zhang, and the remaining officers watch as the three are swallowed by the stairwell lights, the metal door closing firmly behind them. There's a beat of silence before Zhang dismisses the rest of the crowd with a wave of his hand. They follow the unspoken order and soon it's just you and the Chief of Police on the roof of the station.

"Good evening, Chief Zhang," you say politely after a few moments, hating the awkward silence he left hanging between the two of you.

"You know I don't care for surprises, Hare," he says, crossing his arms. In all the time you've known Zhang Yixing, and all the time your mother has, he has never referred to either of you as Green Rabbit. Always Hare. Your mother found it endearing, and she would banter with him. Probably helped that she grew up with him, though he was in the dark about her true identity. You, on the other hand, grate against the refusal to use your proper name. It was too close to Tùzǐ's truth. "Falling onto my precinct with no prior notice..." he trails off and you can feel the disapproval radiating from him.

"It wasn't intentional, Chief," you protest, "it's just where we landed. If I would've been able to send you a text or a pigeon beforehand, trust me, I would have." You can't help the snark in your tone. You were tired. Midterms coming up, stopping Earthshaker from whatever the fuck she was doing with the office building, Xukun was starting to ask questions you didn't want to answer, and now you have the Chief of Police on you about prior notice. As if you can just stop in the middle of a fight and go, "Hey, real quick, I just need to call the Chief of Police and let him know I'll be throwing the both of us onto the roof of his station."

He stares at you, unimpressed. "I understand that you cannot always notify me, " he takes a deep breath as if he was trying to restrain himself, "however, I do recall what powers your predecessor had and she always found a way to let the precinct know that she was on her way. I suggest you consult her and take her response into your repertoire." Be responsible, is what you hear. And with that, he turns abruptly and leaves you alone on the roof, sounds of the city the only thing to break the silence.

---

"Shit," you say, looking down at your notebook and back at the front of the class. You brought the wrong one for today. You prefer to use good, old-fashioned pen, pencil, and paper for taking your notes. Something about the process of actually writing the information helped you retain it better. But, it does have its downsides, such as now, when you look at your notebook full of physics formulas and equations and look at the front of the class where your professor was in the process of getting the video about some civil rights protest documentary properly running.

Xukun looks up from his notebook. "What's up?"

You just let out a frustrated sigh and slide your notebook towards him, breaking into a small smile when he over-exaggerates his response to seeing all of that math and science. "Yeah," you agree, pulling it back to you. "Can I borrow your notes after class? I'll give them back tonight when we meet with Chengs and Xinxin." You bat your eyes, channeling your inner Shuxin.

Xukun agrees, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Anything but your Shuxin impersonation."

You glare at him but drop it a moment later. "Thank you, Kunkun~"

He isn't able to continue your banter as your professor chooses that moment to start class, the lights being turned off as she goes over the information about the video she gave last week. You just stare at the screen, not really taking anything in, as you feel the pain medication you took earlier start to wear off. Like you predicted, nothing was broken or sprained, but damn was there a lot of bruising. To be fair, you did fall 80-something stories onto the hard roof of another building, but still. At least you could cover them with your clothes, most of the bruising on your left side which hit first when you and Earthshaker landed on the police station. Unfortunately, that thought led to you remembering what Zhang said to you that night. All but calling you irresponsible and incompetent. As if you didn't bring a villain to his doorstep.

You blink away from your daze as the lights flick on, confusion grabbing hold of you before you realized you had completely wiled away your class thinking of different ways to mildly inconvenience and annoy the Chief of Police rather than watch the documentary. Xukun stood, his things already packed away, and waited patiently as you grabbed your physics notebook and shoved it in your backpack.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Xukun asks once the two of you are out of the classroom.

"So long as it doesn't involve complex blood rituals," you reply.

"Oh no," he says, playing along, "it's not a complex blood ritual."

You can't keep the smile from your face, all thoughts of connecting Chief Zhang's paperclips together slipping away. "Oh, well then of course I can. What do you need? Newts? Oxtail? The leftmost talon of a hawk born on a new moon?"

"All of the above," his eyes crinkle at the sides, "and for you to hold my backpack while I stop in the bathroom quick."

You give him a look. "Why do you need me to do this?"

You watch as Xukun slowly turned a light shade of pink. "Last time, unbeknownst to me, my backpack kind of, uh, got tangled in the toilet paper and I had about three feet of it dangling behind me until some kind student mentioned it. Unfortunately," he takes a breath, "I was already on the train."

You curl your lips in, trying to keep the laughter at bay, and nodded rapidly. When you were mostly confident you could talk without cackling, you said, "Yeah, no, I understand. I will protect it the way Shuxin protects her coffee."

"That inspires so much confidence," he says flatly, "it's not as if she keeps leaving it everywhere, including at the counter of the coffee shop." Despite his response, he slips off his backpack and hands it to you.

He starts walking away when you remember something. "Oh! The notes from class! Can I just steal them now?"

"Green notebook!" He calls back, still walking down the hall.

You frown. Green notebook? For a history course? Everyone knows green is for science. Red is for maths, yellow is for literature, and blue is for history. You roll your eyes as if to say, "Anyways," before propping his backpack on your knee and opening it. You cringe at the state of his backpack and notebooks, papers and writing implements loose or shoved into other books or notebooks. Journalism majors, you think to yourself as you parse through the mess only to find two green notebooks, one darker than the other. "Cai Xu Kun," you mutter under your breath, before picking the darker one that looks like it has more papers and notes shoved into it. You zip up his backpack and set it on the floor, stepping through the straps so no one could snatch it from you, before swinging your backpack off one shoulder around to the front of you, and put the notebook in, zipping your bag up as well.

Xukun returns soon after you pick his bag off the ground and hang it off one shoulder. "Thanks YN, I appreciate it. You found the notebook aright?" He takes his backpack and puts it on, tilting his head towards the other end of the hall where the doors to the rest of campus are.

"Yeah," you say, "but really, Xukun? Green? Everybody knows that that is the color you use for science classes!" The two of you bicker the rest of the way down the hall until you separate, him to one of his journalism courses and you back to your apartment. You loved only having one class on this day; Xukun being in it was just a plus.

---

You kick off your shoes gently in the entryway and slip on your house slippers before venturing into the rest of your apartment. Tùzǐ appears in a small flash of golden-green light as the spirit leaves your necklace before it's zipping off to the kitchen. You watch it leave and hear the telltale sound of a head of lettuce turning into a meal. You continue walking to your room and unsling your backpack from your shoulders, letting its own momentum carry it to the leg of your desk. You flip through the stack of notebooks that are in the top corner of your desk until you find the proper, blue, notebook and sit down. You putz around a bit, not really wanting to copy the notes but knowing you have to so you can do work for other classes.

"Alright," you say to yourself, getting Xukun's notebook out of your bag, "time to decipher his handwriting." You flip open your notebook to a clean page and set Xukun's on top, just until you find the notes from today. You open the cover and find a messily sketched rabbit, almost like he was trying to draw one from memory. You roll your eyes at it. Nerd, you think affectionately. Even if you were concerned about him finding out the truth, you did appreciate how much he seemed to value your hero self. You flip through a few more pages, looking in the top corner for a today's date, not really taking anything in until you find a page with a newspaper clipping carefully glued to it. You stare at it, a sudden chill entering the room as the Green Rabbit stares back at you, arm up in greeting to the news media.

NEW RABBIT HOPS ONTO THE SCENE reads the headline. And what's worse is that you remember this day perfectly. Your first official day taking over for your mother. The article was written by journalist Tsai Jolin, the Lois Lane to your mother's Clark Kent. Jolin was one of the few people outside the family who knew the truth, and only because she and your mother have known each other since they were 12. The interview was specifically geared towards the hope and excitement you were to portray to the citizens. It reassured them, your mother had said before you left the house that day, that they are able to trust the new Lù Tù, that the person filling the shoes is just as ready, just as eager to protect the city as the previous holder was.

You were grateful to Jolin, having already arranged the questions and answers that you were going to give a few weeks before your official debut. She had told you that the reason she became a journalist was to help keep your mother's identity secret and that she would do her damnedest to do the same for you.

But... why did Xukun have this article carefully clipped out and pasted into his notebook for this random history course? Unless... You feel every muscle in you tense as the realization hits you. You grabbed the wrong notebook.

You flip back to the first page, reading desperately over the entry. It wasn't anything life-changing, really. Just a few paragraphs about how Lù Tù had saved the then-Chief of Police, Chief Li. He was in charge of the precinct for half of your mother's run as Green Rabbit before Zhang was promoted. You vaguely remember the incident, but having grown up listening to your family's exploits, you were mostly desensitized to it all. Xukun, apparently, decided that that rescue was what launched his passion into journalism if his writings were anything to go by.

You start to feel sick as you flip past your debut, a few dozen pages, until you come to the date that you first met Xukun. Your memory of this event was different to his, of course. You are two different people. However, you were reluctant as hell to make any friends past Chengcheng, his sister Bingbing, and Shuxin. You recall being standoffish and cold, not really answering or paying attention to him besides when you had to.

His recollection was different. Chengcheng had pulled me aside as I was leaving Professor Wang's office hours. He said he finally coerced his and Shuxin's friend into meeting more people and that I was the least worrisome of the rest of his friends. Shuxin and their friend were waiting for us in the small courtyard with the fountain. Their friend looked like they wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here.

"This is YN!" Shuxin had cheerfully introduced, reaching out behind her and pulling YN fowards. YN glanced up at me and then away again. It was obvious that Chengcheng and Shuxin only told them what was happening seconds before Chengcheng went in to get me. I offered my hand politely and YN ignored it until Shuxin elbowed them none-to-gently to respond. They shifted their weight as they uncrossed their arms, one reaching out to meet mine, the other tucked around their torso. It was almost as if they were holding on to bruised ribs or something. Our mutual friends led us to the dessert cafe that was a short walk from the courtyard and I watched YN out of the corner of my eye. It looked like - no - not looked like, they definitely were favoring one side over the other. Had something happened on the way here? I looked back over to Chengcheng and Shuxin but they didn't seem concerned at all, so it must not have happened earlier today...

Perhaps YN was involved in martial arts and was sore from a missed block from practice? When I inquired about if they took any martial arts courses once we had gotten to the cafe, ordered, and sat down, YN tensed for a quick moment, barely a blink of an eye, before nodding. They muttered something about practice the night before and Shuxin took over the conversation, elaborate stories about YN from high school. Apparently, Shuxin and YN had become friends because YN had knocked out one of the jocks who had been harassing her for a date. YN had heard enough after Shuxin refused the guy for "the tenth time, I swear it! He just never got the hint. Well, never got the hint, that is, until YN came along! My warrior in pleated argyle."

The corner of YN's mouth ticked up at Shuxin's antics. I could see the long standing friendship between them. Chengcheng, and his sister Bingbing I learned, entered the picture soon after that. Chengcheng had seen what went down and immediately went up to YN begging them to teach him what they just did so that he can protect his older sister if she ever needed it. Bingbing fit right in with Shuxin and YN; serious enough in personality that suited YN, but she had enough passion for drama and the arts to compliment Shuxin. Chengcheng joked that he was just there to get them coffee and sweets whenever the four of them were together. YN shook their head, glaring slightly at him, but he waved it off. Shuxin started to tell me about how Chengcheng was the perfect mix of relaxed and stressed out to compliment any of them at whatever emotional state they were in. She didn't say it, but it was implied that he was the glue that held their little group together.

Shuxin didn't distract me from my observation of YN, though. A good journalist never loses focus of their story. There was something different about YN... I just need to figure out what.

-

You finish reading his recollection, barely breathing, and you slowly realize that you are holding on to the notebook so tightly your knuckles are white. "Tùzǐ!" You call out. When no response from the rabbit spirit comes, you call out again, more desperately. "Tùzǐ! Tùzǐ, we have a problem!"

There's a beat of silence before a semi-transparent golden rabbit leaps out of the wall and lands on your desk, becoming more opaque. "What is the issue, YN?"

You set the notebook down, forcibly uncurling your fingers from it. "He knows."

"There is no possibility of him knowing," the spirit dismissed. Its nose twitched.

You flipped ahead another dozen pages, quickly skimming down the page, before turning back to the rabbit. "No, Tùzǐ, he knows."

The spirit stands up on its hind legs, crossing its paws behind its back as it reads the page you pointed at.

YN showed up to breakfast with us late today. Green Rabbit was fighting late into the early morning hours. I know because I watched and documented the fight. Green Rabbit was fighting some animatronic octopus creature in the Bay, trying to keep it from destroying the dam and flooding the lower parts of the city. A man, who I can only imagine is a mad engineer, was in a spider-like robotic structure, perched on one of the towers of the bridge, watching the fight. I couldn't make out much of what he was saying, but there was something about 'the rebirth of the few will salvage the whole'??? I don't know. Honestly, I was more concerned about the fight itself rather than the creator of the octopus automaton. I crept closer, keeping myself hidden from the view of anyone involved in the fight, and saw as Green Rabbit took down the octopus, a jagged piece of metal from it cut across the hero's face. An uneven line going from the temple to the chin, curving from where Green Rabbit jerked away in what I can only imagine was intense pain.

The hero somehow managed to pull most of the creature onto shore and took out from the tool belt some sort of... stick? Again, I was too far away to make out any clear view of what Green Rabbit was holding, but I did see how the stick transformed into a welder's torch, the bright blue fire sparking as it reached the wet metal of the dam. I don't think that Green Rabbit intends for that to fix the damage done, but I'm sure it would hold overnight. Long enough for the repair crew to be able to fix the dam up properly.

YN looked drained as they sat down with us, only holding a black coffee and a banana for their breakfast. Shuxin and Chengcheng were too far away to see, as they were sitting opposite me and YN, but I could see the cut from the fight underneath the makeup YN used to hide it. I assume that YN has some sort of advanced healing ability given that only the deepest parts of the cut on their cheek seemed to still be in the process of scarring. There was virtually no other evidence that could point more strongly at YN being Green Rabbit. When Chengcheng inquired as to why YN was late, they just said that they had some plumbing issues that morning. The city shut off the water until the dam was fixed. Chengcheng nodded in sympathy before flipping his phone around and showing Ms. Tsai's newest article about the battle last night.

On the opposite page, there was once again an article that was carefully clipped out and pasted on.

COMMOTION IN THE OCEAN: GREEN RABBIT VS. THE MAD ENGINEER A picture of the now-defunct octopus robot surrounded by police tape and officers was under it. You remember how Jolin and your mother both called you as soon as the paper hit the streets, asking if you were okay, asking about the dam-age (haha, get it? Jolin had asked you), asked if anyone was hurt. Yes, you were okay. Just a few cuts and bruises from where the suit didn't cover your skin. The dam-age was momentarily fixed, at least enough to last overnight before the crew came in and repaired her properly. You didn't think anyone had been there, the bridge having been under repair for some weeks and the people living by the Bay were far enough back from the battle that the most they got would've been slightly flooded yards and decks. But, reading over Xukun's notebook, you found you were wrong. And wrong in the worst way possible.

"Tùzǐ, what do we do?" You asked, looking at the spirit as it sat on its haunches having finished reading the entry.

"This..." Tùzǐ pauses. "This is not an ideal situation. Had this been in the time of your great-grandfather, I merely would have enchanted him, sent him into the wilderness to be devoured by whichever carnivore was hungriest and closest." You gag slightly at that. You realize that being an ancient warrior spirit changes perspective, but you didn't need to hear the details of said perspective. "However, if I were to do that now, there would be a media frenzy surrounding his disappearance and death. Too many questions would be asked and I highly doubt that your mother and her friend would be unaware of it being my doing." You appreciate that the spirit leaves you out of its plotting.

"I suppose," Tùzǐ continues, "that I could do some sort of memory alteration to this Xukun. But it comes at the risk of him forgetting everything associated with the Green Rabbit."

"So he wouldn't only forget me as Green Rabbit," you picked up the thread Tùzǐ had started, "but also since he knows it's me, he would forget me as myself along with Shuxin and Chengcheng."

"Yes," Tùzǐ says, seemingly proud of you following its train of thought. "Furthermore, an alteration of that magnitude may end up worse in the long run, for if he remembers, the memories wouldn't trickle in in a vague dream or sense of already knowing someone. The memories wouldn't come back conveniently."

"The chances of him remembering might be small," you say slowly, trying to predict what would happen in this situation, "but the sudden influx of the missing parts of his memory, of himself..."

"Yes, it would likely drive him mad to say the least." Tùzǐ confirmed. "Worse is he tells someone the truth about you."

Tùzǐ falls silent, holding back what it wants to say. But you already know. "Worst is that he comes after me. Worst is that he becomes my next villain."

---

Suffice to say, you beg off dinner that night, claiming your parents and Jolin were taking you out for dinner. A sudden change to be sure, you said, but it isn't often that your parents and you are able to just go out for dinner anymore. What with your running around at night, a masked vigilante is what you don't say.

Shuxin's text was classic her, dramatic but understanding. Chengcheng took it in stride and told you to tell your parents that he and Bingbing say hello. Xukun... He didn't say anything. You assume that by now he figured out that you have the wrong notebook. That you know he knows the truth about you. That he knows about the unending series of lies that you've been living since you turned 17.

The dinner with your parents and Jolin, though, that was a truth. It's sort of hard to get out of a dinner with the three people who know about your secret life after the warrior spirit that gives you superpowers tells them someone else knows about the family legacy. Which leads to you and your parents sitting in Jolin's living room in her penthouse in the nice part of the city, your parents both looking grave as Tùzǐ tells them what happened.

The notebook, opened to that fateful octopus article, sits open on the low table in front of you. You've tucked yourself into the corner of the couch, a heavy quilt over you. Your parents sit on a loveseat angled towards you and Jolin is in a plush chair that she had pulled over to the couch to offer support. Her hand was resting halfway between your wrist and elbow, thumb stroking methodically over the skin, trying to keep your panic at bay.

"You realize what we have to do," your father says after Tùzǐ finishes speaking.

"Unfortunately, YN and I have already dismissed the idea of sending him into the forest to be devoured by the creatures that live within," Tùzǐ says with the utmost resignation.

Your parents look at the spirit, faces in differing stages of disbelief. "No," your mother says, voice pitching unevenly, "no that was not an idea that was on the table."

Tùzǐ hops back over towards you and you swear that you hear it mutter, "It was for your grandfather."

"No, what I was going to say," your father picks up the conversation from where he started it, "was that YN can no longer be in any contact with this boy. It's too dangerous for the both of them."

"Ba," you protest despite knowing he's right.

"But how long until it falls apart?" Your mother says. "It took him only three months to figure out YN's identity. If we separate them from him, have them cut off all contact? That involves turning away the Fan siblings and Shuxin. They're all too interconnected now."

"And," Jolin chimes in, voice as soothing as she can make it, "who's to say he still doesn't pursue the story? From what we've read in this journal and from what YN has said about him in the past, this Cai Xukun is a tenacious journalist in the making. His name is already been thrown around in the lower rings at my paper. Professors are recommending him for internships there." She sighs, her thumb coming to a stop and letting her now-still hand ground you. "If he gets access to the resources that we have, the connections that we know, he'll find YN. Regardless of if they want to be found."

"So then what do we do?" You ask, voice rising from stress. "Give him back the notebook and pretend nothing happened? Tell him that he was wrong about it all? Make him think he can't trust his own instinct? His own journalistic integrity?"

"There is another option," Jolin floats out, voice sing-songy. "We could always bring him into the fold."

You and your parents all burst into disagreement.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm not putting him in danger!"

Jolin tsk-ed, her eyes coming to rest on your mother. "A word?" She says pointedly towards her. Your mother closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before exhaling and standing up to follow her best friend out of the living room. Tùzǐ follows behind them after a glance from your mother.

After they leave, your father comes over and sits next to you. "You know that suggestion I made wasn't meant to hurt you," he says, holding out his hand.

You place yours into it and he covers it with his other hand, holding your hand between his like it was a precious pearl. "I know," you say, voice quiet. "But it still hurt."

"You like him," your father states. There's no judgement in his tone and you look up at him from where your were picking at a loose thread on the quilt.

"Yeah, of course I do," you agree, "he's one of my closest friends."

"No," your father says, a small, endearing smile appearing on his face. "You like him. That's why you were so upset at the thought of not being able to talk to him anymore."

"I... How did you know?"

"Oh my sweet child, you are so similar to your mother in so many ways. But you are similar to me when it comes to the people we have feelings for." He lets go of your hand and puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you willingly into a strong embrace. "We both have the subtlety of a clowder of cats in a salmon factory."

You let out a snort and bury yourself more into your father's side. The two of you sit there in companionable silence. "I don't want to hurt him." You whisper, your throat tight. A few tears make themselves known and your father just presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know you don't, YN, I know."

---

By the time your mother and Jolin return to the living room, both you and your father have fallen asleep.

Your mother lets out a fond sigh. "Can't take them anywhere, can I?"

Jolin smiles before running a hand through your hair, gently bringing you back to the waking world. You look up at her, squinting despite the low light from the small lamps in the room. You nudge your father awake, and he wakes up with a start, looking around for a moment before he realizes where he is.

"So we've come to a decision," your mother says, sitting down next to your father. Jolin nods and sits down in the plush chair she was in earlier. "We are going to bring him into the fold."

You and your father share a shocked look with each other before gaping at the two women. "Are, are you sure?" You ask your mother, sitting up straighter.

"Oh, not immediately," Jolin says. "I'm going to approve his internship, but he's going to be working with me in my office. I'm going to gauge how much he knows and how dedicated he is to keeping it a secret. If he's not, well, Tùzǐ has a plan in place for that unfortunate situation." The rabbit, sitting on the table on the notebook, nods.

"You guys," you say, throat getting all tight again from emotion. You take a few calming breaths. "Thank you."

"We talked about it, and Jolin isn't going to be a journalist forever, and it has been helpful having someone who has certain connections when working on a case." Your mother reaches around your father for you. You wriggle slightly under your father's arm until you're able to meet her hand. "We are so proud of you, regardless of what happens next."

"I appreciate that," you say. The five of you sit in a wonderful silence for a few minutes before a thought strikes you.

"What do I tell Shuxin, Chengcheng, and Bingbing?"

---

Despite having the okay from your family, you are still hesitant to be around Xukun. Something felt different for you and you've been avoiding him pretty much since that night. It's one thing, you muse, chewing on the straw for your smoothie, to think he might know. It's probably the plausible deniability of it all. Not on his side, but on mine. If I don't believe he knows the truth, than I can simply ignore any clues about it. Though, that is what led me here I suppose. You stand up and leave the smoothie shop, heading towards the subway.

Twenty minutes later, you're at Xukun's apartment, your knuckles hovering inches from his door. You stare at your hand telling it in your mind to hit the stupid wood and let him know you're out here. Tùzǐ gets fed up with your lack of action and appears from your necklace. It hops down the length of your arm before using its paws to rap against the door, before turning and jumping back into your necklace. The characters shine unnaturally for a moment before fading as you hear footsteps approaching.

"YN," Xukun says, obviously surprised. His hair is messy and he has his glasses on, huge circles that take up a good portion of his face. He's dressed the way people are dressed when they aren't expecting anyone except maybe the takeout person to visit. He has on a hoodie with a design on it that's since faded almost completely and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. His slippers make a slight noise against the tile of the entry way as he moves aside to let you in.

"Xukun," you greet, matching his tone. To be honest, you didn't think that he was going to answer, much less let you in after the way you've been ducking his calls and avoiding him in class the past week and a half. Shuxin and Chengcheng decided that they were going to stay out of it and hung out with you both separately. You feel like you can't bear the things he could say. "It's, um, bit a been," you stumble over your words. "I mean, it's been a bit." Tùzǐ, I am politely asking for you to kill me now, you say silently in your head, cringing as you change from your sneakers into a pair of house slippers. You hear laughter and you know it's not coming from Xukun. You ignore the lack of solidarity from your partner in justice and follow Xukun into his apartment.

The two of you are awkward, acting as if you haven't been at his place before. And, to be fair, you guess you haven't. At least, not with the full knowledge that he knows that you know that he knows about you. He guides you to the small living room and sits down in a chair. You sit down across from him and pull out his notebook from your backpack. "I think that this, uh, this belongs to you." You try for a joke but it falls flat.

"Yeah..." he replies. You nod awkwardly, setting the notebook down on the table. Silence hangs between you like a fruit fly by a bowl of strawberries, annoying and refuses to leave. After several false starts at conversation, Xukun finally says, "So I guess you know now... you know, that I know?"

"Are you asking me if I know that you know that I know that you know or are you telling me that you know that I know that you know that I know?" You feel the tension in the room dissipate with your question.

You watch as Xukun mouths the question you asked, eyes focused somewhere random as he tries to work out what the question was. "I'm telling you that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know."

"This is the most nonsensical conversation we've ever had," you say after you unintentionally do exactly what he did with your question, figuring out what he said.

"That is not true." For the first time since you got to his place, he cracks a smile. "The most nonsensical conversation we had was about whether or not Batman would own a weinermobile and if he did, would he call it the Bat-weinermobile or would he call it-"

You cut him off. "He wouldn't call it anything because the only one in Gotham who would be caught in that is Oracle or Nightwing."

Xukun rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Pushing up his glasses, he says, "You're wrong about this and you've always been wrong about this."

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"R2? Like, D2?"

"Hey, that's the worst thing you've done actually."

You stick your tongue out at him and your eye falls on the notebook, reminding you why you were here, and you sober up instantly. "I read the notebook," you say. "Well, not all of it, but... I read enough."

"Ah," he says, his demeanor changing as well. "What did you think?" He asks carefully.

"You have a great future ahead of you as a journalist," you answer truthfully, but avoiding the question. "The stories were well-written."

"Thanks." A pause. "But how do you feel about knowing that I'm right?"

"Right about what?" You fervently hope in that moment that he's going to say something completely out of left field, like maybe that he believes the Earth is flat or that Freud was right.

"That you're Lù Tù, you're Green Rabbit."

"Why can't you be the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent?"

"So you are Green Rabbit! Because Clark Kent is Superman. Glasses are the dumbest disguise ever." Xukun says, pusing his glasses up again.

"Ah," you say. "That I can neither confirm nor deny." You give him a small smirk, one side of your lips quirking up. Your phone vibrates in a three-beat staccato. Something requiring Green Rabbit has happened. You glance at your phone and see that Jolin sent you a picture of another automaton. This time, you roll your eyes internally, it's a wolf. "I have to go," you say, standing up.

Xukun frowns, but stands up regardless to escort you out, ever the gentleman. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you reassure, putting your sneakers back on. "Just have a furry little problem on my side of town."

"Okay..." he trails off, unconvinced. "Are we good?"

You turn around and take him in, his shoulders hunched slightly as he leans towards you, his fists in the pocket of his hoodie. His hair falling into his eyes just right, his lips slightly red like he'd been biting them in worry while your back was turned.

Fuck it, you think. You put your hands on his shoulders, stepping into his personal space, and you feel like the distinction between you and your hero persona isn't so stark as you say, "If I wanted to kiss you right now, would you be okay with it?"

You are close enough to see how smudged the edges of the lenses of his glasses are and as such, you can also hear how his breath stutters and watch his eyes widen slightly. "Ye-yeah," he breathes out.

"Good," you say before leaning up into him and pressing your lips to his. There's absolutely no motion on his end for a few seconds, enough time to make you start to regret your impulse and pull away, when his hands come out of his pocket.

One goes to cup your face gently, angling you to make the kiss smoother. The other hovers uncertainly by your hips and you roll your eyes, thank goodness they're closed, before grabbing his hand and putting it firmly on your hip. Having been given consent, his fingers immediately slide into the belt loop of your jeans and he uses it to tug you closer. The hand you used to guide him to your hip slides up his arm, over his shoulder, and settles in his hair. The hand that was on his shoulder in the beginning makes its way down slowly, reaching the hem of his hoodie and toying with it a bit, fingers dipping underneath it to tease lightly at the skin beneath.

He makes a noise of approval as he turns the two of you, pushing you towards the wall, and you let your hand fully slip under his hoodie, feeling blindly at his torso. He starts to trail his lips from yours, making his way down your jawline to the side of your neck as he searches for the spot that he knows will make you gasp when your phone vibrates in two more three-beat staccatos. The situation has escalated.

"Kun," you gasp out, tugging slightly on his hair, trying to put some distance between you.

"Yeah?" He mumbles against your neck, clearly enjoying the hair pulling part of this moment.

"I gotta-" you cut yourself off as he bites down on a spot near where your neck and shoulder meets before soothing it with his tongue. "Babe, I gotta go. S'm'thin' important's come up. Babe.."

He finally pulls away as your hands reach his shoulders again. He goes willingly but reluctantly. "YN," he says, his voice a little breathy. His face is flushed. His lips are definitely red from being kissed and doing the kissing, and his pupils are a bit blown out. An image you desperately don't want to leave.

But your duty to the city and its citizens comes first. "I'll come back when I'm done, I promise. I swear," you ramble, eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips. "By the gods I swear I'll be back when I'm done."

"Complex blood ritual happening?" He jokes, smile growing on his face.

"Very complex," you agree, fighting the urge to kiss his smile. "I gotta leave now or else, y'know? Timing is everything with these sorts of things."

"Yeah," he says absently, still looking dazed. "Just," he pauses, pushing his glasses up again, "just one more thing."

"What's that?"

He kisses you again. A shorter one, a sweeter one, than before. "Good luck with the complex blood ritual." He bites his lip as he steps away from you, letting you leave the wall. You thank Tùzǐ silently for the power it gives you to walk and not have your knees give out on you.

"I'll let you know how it goes," you say, opening the door.

"Good," he says back, standing in the doorway until you disappear down the stairwell. He closes the door and walks back into the living room just in time to see his favorite superhero leap into action.

#cpop scenarios #xukun scenarios #cai xukun scenarios #nine percent scenarios #anon a #i wrote this in a burst of creative energy that started around midnight and took me to almost four thirty in the am #i am going to be so dead in class and at work today but fuck it was so worth it #this is the first thing i've completed in months oh my god #anyways yn is badass and i love this little universe i created and yes i also believe dc is better than the other guy #also idc if the kiss scene feels like it came out of left field or whatever aldkfs;ldkj #in this house we love to think about kissing a nerdy journalist au xukun while you're the superhero he's writing about thank you goodnight #green rabbit au #jae.works #jae.mail

[peanutpinet]

Masterlist

Hi Everyone! Welcome to my blog! You can call me Vinet! I currently write for NCT (U, 127, DREAM, WayV). However, I do not right mxm or smut as I am not comfortable in writing them! I hope that you enjoy the stories that I write!

I, unfortunately, do not have any schedule when it comes to posting so I just post whenever I feel like it. If anyone has any requests for NCT fics, please go ahead and send them in! I'd really like to write about other members but don't always have the inspiration! Hope to talk to you all more 💚💕

This is a masterlist of fanfics/one-shots I've done

Nine Percent

NCT (OT23 as of writing this)

Figure Skating (The Skaters) - Requests Closed

High & Low Universe

No Regret - Tsukasa x Fem Reader x Yuta (slight)

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[baka-writings]

ꨄ︎ᑕ-ᑭOᑭ ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇᒪIՏTꨄ︎

❤️ - sᴍᴜᴛ

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🌸 - ғʟᴜғғ

🐾 - ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ/ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ

✨ - sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ sᴍᴜᴛ

ʏᴏᴜ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ 🐾🌸

ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ sᴇxɪʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ❤️

ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ? [ǫɪɴ ғᴇɴ]❤️

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ!

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ!

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[my9percent]

drabble 51 with ziyi, please? thank you xx

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 

“You really shouldn’t be here,” you mumbled. Although your words were rejecting, your heart was bursting in joy to see him. It was difficult to smile under  your oxygen mask but your hand was already reaching out to touch him. 

“I’m your husband. It’s my job. We made vows to be with one another in sickness and in health, and right now, you’re sick.” 

You let out a tiny sigh. “Ziyi, this isn’t any other sickness.”

But he was stubborn. His glove-clad hands reached for yours and even though he had on a mask, you could see the warm smile he was giving you. “Yes, but no virus is going to keep me from taking care of you.”

“Can’t take care of me if you fall sick yourself.”

When the global pandemic hit, you had thought yourself invincible. There was no way someone as young and healthy as you would fall sick. You practiced social distancing, wore protective gear, and yet, somehow, the symptoms showed one by one until one day you were so weak, getting out of bed felt like the worst thing you could ever do to yourself. 

For the first few days, you stayed in bed and felt yourself wasting away. Your lungs were on fire and you shook when you even tried to sit up. It was sheer willpower that made you drink the protein shakes you had as meals every day.

Your mother found you barely breathing in bed and she spent a whole day scrubbing down your house, washing you, and making sure you had food within reach. The oxygen machine Ziyi ordered came and she helped you get on it, watching over you daily as you found yourself relaxing a little due to the help.

But through it all, you were adamant that your husband did not come home. He was in a separate city for business. “It’s for the best. This entire city is practically on lock down. You coming back here would only put you in danger.” And he listened to you for the first week. 

Now, he was in front of you, slipping on a protective poncho and changing the wet cloth on your forehead. “Your fever seems to have gone down quite a bit. Are you hungry?”

Your eyes were brimming with tears as you shook your head. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

Ziyi smiled softly. The crests under his eyes welled up slightly. He ran the back of his gloved hand over your cheek. “Of course. Even if I were to get sick, being able to be here and take care of you is worth it.”

And day in, day out, he was there. When he let out tiny coughs, your entire body would seize in fear but he would just wave your concerns away. “Just an itch in my throat.” You watched him carefully but in the next two weeks, he seemed to be fine. Under his care, you were slowly getting better. The oxygen machine was placed to the side while you slept, no longer needed. 

When you were finally able to stand and walk about, he took you out to the balcony. You took in a deep breath, relieved to find that your lungs welcomed the cool air without pain. You turned to him and slipped your arms around his waist.

“Thank you.”

During these trying times, I hope everyone stays safe and remember to stay home still! Please take care of yourselves and those around you. 

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[dearlinong]

promposal ; cai xukun

(a/n: hello! so this is my first scenario after coming back on this account and it’s gonna be a xukun one! i’ve just been getting some xukun feels bc i really miss him with the nine percent boys :( and seeing him on youth with you as a pd really made me so happy and want nine percent to have a reunion once youth with you ends bc let’s face it iqiyi treated nine percent like shit. okay enough rambling. i hope you enjoy this scenario as much as i did!)

genre: fluff

requested: nope

it’s currenty prom season in your high school

almost all of your friends were being asked out to prom

of promposing to thier crushes

but sadly no one was asking you out to prom yet

so you told your friends how you felt so insecure about yourself that no one wanted to become your prom date

and they were all like

“NOOO DON’T THINK THAT”

“yeah she’s right!”

“y/n don’t think that no one likes you just because you don’t have a prom date yet! we’re here and we love you so much!”

i mean

they’re right

so you brush that shit off your mind and just went to your lunch table with your other friends

sitting there was zhengting, ziyi, yanjun and xukun

speaking of xukun

you and xukun have this kind of thing where you like him and he likes you as well but you two just aren’t ready to tell each other

does that make sense ???

AND YOU KNOW FOR A FACT

that all your friends know too

they’re all basically pushing both of you to confess to one another

but again

yall are just not ready for that shit

so okay back to eating lunch

you heard your friends say something to zhengting which made him laugh

you wanted to ask what was up but you were too invested in drinking your chocolate milk

it was then you heard yanjun say out loud for you to EXTRA hear it

“HEY XUKUN HAVE YOU ASKED ANYONE TO BE YOUR PROM DATE YET?”

UGH YOU WANTED TO HEADLOCK HIM ON THE SPOT HE WAS SO OBVIOUS

“uhm, i dont know why your have to shout, but no i haven’t asked anyone yet.”

he then looked at you after saying that

EVERYONE IN THAT TABLE WENT BEZERK

but internally tho

you blushed so hard people would think that someone slapped you

FF TO 3 DAYS LATER

the school bell rang signaling that it was time to go home

you were already ready to go home but your friends keep on making banters

you just seriously just want to go home

“oh no! i left my headband in the gym! lets go back and get it.”

NOOOO PLS YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE

“can’t we do it tomorrow?” :((

“NOO Y/N! THAT’S MY FAVORITE!”

“UGHHHH FINE! but after that can we just please go home already”

“yeah sure thing”

next thing you know they’re running as fast as they can to the gym

as you were walking towards the gym you hear faint music from the inside

hmm maybe the cheerleading team decided to practice today

but to your surprise when the gym doors opened

candles were scattered all over the floor

and rose petals too

you see ziyi, zhengting and yanjun holding a bouquet your favorite flowers

they all slowly went towards you and gave you the flowers

you wanted to smack all of them but your hands were full

so they got away this time

at this point you knew what was happening

and you are LITERALLY blush so hard

you then see xukun enter the gym from the back door holding a sign that says

“hey! i like you too, so will you go out with me to prom with me?”

before you could even answer yes to him you laughed at the fact that he had to erase go out with me and write go to prom with me instead kanfkjsnskjf

anyways after laughing for a good 10 seconds you finally answer him

“of course, i would love to go to prom with you.”

all of our friends were a mess when they heard it and almost knocked out all the candles on the floor

xukun then smiled at you pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead

you could not be any more happy than this

“oh and btw i would also love to go out with you.” you said smiling

which made xukun smile so much

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[vermemesol]

Fan Cheng Cheng & Actress!Reader

Pairing : Fan Cheng Cheng x Actress!Reader

Genre : Fluff

so you’re an actress and you’re also very good friends with Fan Bing Bing

you’ve worked together a lot so automatically you become good friends

one of the days, after work, she invites you to go visit her brother

who is also working on a drama :D

you’ve heard a lot about her brother 

not just from her because you’ve also watched idol producer

you’re also a fan of both Nine Percent and NEXT

Bing Bing knew that you were a fan, that’s why she decided to ask if you were interested in going with her

when both of you arrive at the set, Cheng Cheng sees you two and immediately runs towards you two

“Cheng, this is Y/N, my co-actress.” she introduces you to her brother

oh shit, the moment he saw you it was as if he saw an angel sent from above

you shake hands

kind of awkward first meeting situation

then he’s called back to set to continue where they left off

you two stand around to watch for a bit before going to Cheng Chengs dressing room to wait for him instead

the initial plan was to wait for Cheng Cheng together until he finished filming

BUT Bing Bing was called back to set because something happened

and she told you to continue waiting here because she didn’t want Cheng Cheng to come back and see that no one is waiting for him

you tried??? to insist on going back with her??? but she insisted??? you stay???

so you do wait 

it’s really awkward tho??? you’re in the dressing room of someone that you don’t know well??? someone you’re a fan of???

it’s like a fan sneaking into their favourite idols dressing room

that does not seem like a very good first impression

soon enough you hear the door click open and you look up to see, of course, Cheng Cheng

“Uh... Where’s my sister?” 

you explain to him what happened

and he’s like “Oh... Okay...” 

G r e a t

the awkwardness increases

“Sooo, do you want to go get coffee or something?” you ask 

he looks at you like ‘Are you asking me out or ???’

“I mean, I don’t think your sister is gonna come back anytime soon and just staying here is... boring.” you add

‘Oh, so not a date.’ he thinks to himself 

HAH, LOOK AT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU, A DATE HE THOUGHT

a n y w a y s

you two head to a cafe nearby

grab a cup of coffee

a slice of cake maybe

and once again the awkwardness begins because you’re both just sipping on coffee and looking at your phones

geez, how can people who work in the same entertainment path be so socially awkward???

he looks around and sees that on your phone was a Nine Percent pop grip

he chuckles very slightly but you heard it and looked at him 

and he looks away as if nothing happened

okay then, you continue to look at your phone

and he continues to stare at you

you can literally feel him staring at you??? like boy, stop it, it’s kind of weird

“You like Nine Percent?” he finally decides to ask you

you look up at him 

“How’d you know?” you ask and he points to the back of your phone and you check to see what it was

“Oh... well that’s embarrassing.” you laugh awkwardly

he was actually really happy that you knew him not just because of his sister

he also wanted to know if he was your bias :D

“Who’s your favourite tho?” he asks out of curiousity

“I’m not allowed to like anyone other than Kun Kun apparently.” you say

in his head, he’s like ‘Wait what???’ I’m sure you (reader) are confused too because I forgot to mention YOUR BROTHER IS KUN KUN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

that’s how you got into Idol Producer and Nine Percent BTW :D

“Oh, uh, I’m his sister.” you explain 

“Oh. OH.” he finally realizes that all the times that your brother has talked about his stupid sister, it was you 

“He did say that I’m allowed to meet Nong Nong tho.” you add

“Did you ever meet him tho?”

“Maybe?” you reply

“Wait, so you’ve been to our concerts and stuff?” he asks again

“Of course I have. But I meet up with my brother in private because he doesn’t want me to meet you guys.” it was at this moment you knew, you had to do something

“Wait, can I take a selife with you?” you ask

“I want to show it to my brother.” and so you did

oh boy, did Kun want to come and smack Cheng Cheng when he saw the selfie you sent 

“What did he say???” Cheng asked 

“He said he’s gonna kick your butt.” you showed him the text

this is also when Cheng Cheng realizes that he can take this chance to ask for your number or something

“Can you send that to me? The selfie. I’m not gonna post it or anything, just for keeps.” he smiled

you know what this boy is up to, so you comply, giving him your number :D

cONGRATS, WHEN’S THE WEDDING???

from then on, you guys became really close and all

lots of cafe dates 

okay maybe you two ended up being more than just friends 

and Kun is still going to kick his butt for dating you

you two make such a cute couple tho

BONUS TEXT :

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Masterlist

#fan chengcheng #idol producer #idol producer imagines #idol producer scenarios #nine percent imagines #ninepercent imagines #nine percent scenarios #nex #next #nex7 imagines #next imagine #nex7 scenarios #next scenarios #actress #actor #idol #x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #scenarios #adam fan #chengcheng #yuehua next #fan chengcheng imagine

[artistaes]

works in progress

no clue when i’ll finish but here are some pieces i’m currently working on! titles might be renamed but we’ll see how i feel by the time i finish writing these LOL my mind is really scattered so feel free to dm me suggestions about which ones you want to read first

last updated: december 1, 2020

even after all this time

↳ college!au + ex-lovers!au | mark lee x reader | romance + angst | @1.1k

slow dancing in a burning room

↳ college!au | lee taeyong x player!reader | romance + slowburn + angst | @1.2k

something borrowed

↳ ex-lovers!au | min yoongi x weddingplanner!reader | romance + angst | @0.7k

portrait of an artist

↳ idol!verse + ex-lovers!au | wang linkai x artist!reader (ft. wang ziyi) | romance + angst | @0.6k

heartbreak couture

↳ idol!verse | fan chengcheng x designer!reader | romance + slowburn + angst | @0.3k

a run in with the devil

↳ college!au + enemies-to-lovers!au | lin yanjun x tutor!reader | romance + slowburn + angst | @0.3k

so this is love

↳ college!au | chen linong x delinquent!reader | romance + slowburn + angst | @0.7k

the calling of lost souls

↳ idol!verse | cai xukun x director!reader | romance + hurt/comfort | @0.3k

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct scenarios #wayv #superm #nct dream #nine percent #nine percent scenarios #bts #bts scenarios #mark lee #wang linkai #fan chengcheng #lee taeyong #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #chen linong #cai xukun #zhu zhengting #wang ziyi #lee donghyuck #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #huang minghao #lin yanjun #you zhangjing #jung jaehyun

[nananaptime]

Hiii may I request a kissing chengcheng bullet-like scenario?

Kisses with Chengcheng

Sorry, it took so long but I hope it was worth the wait.

Hope you like it!

MasterlistRules

Kisses with Chengcheng was to be expected every time you were in the same room together

alone, of course

cuz Chengcheng might not be shy most of the time

but kiss him in front of his members and he will crumble in an instant

Alone however

He can’t not kiss you

He prefers kisses on the lips

That’s the easiest way to fluster you

And he lives for that

But he has his soft moments as well

Kisses on the forehead are very common

Mostly due to his height

So it’s the easiest way to kiss you without having to bend down too much

Kisses on the cheek are less common

But they happen

Especially when you’ve done something he’s proud of or makes him happy

When holding hands he will certainly kiss them at one point as least

But that only happens when he’s extra soft 

And most likely sleepy or groggy as well

He’ll basically be playing around with the hand he’s holding and eventually press some kisses over it as well

Chengcheng is a very affectionate boy

As soon as you walk in the door he will have engulfed you in a hug

Causing giggles to fall from your lips at his need for affection

Pulling back he won’t hesitate to put his lips to yours

These types of kisses

The ones which are used as a greeting

Are happy and hard

Like

He’ll be so excited to see you

That he’ll literally smash your lips together while smiling

Causing a slight clash of your teeth

He won’t mind though

As long as he’s able to kiss you he’s fine

He’ll be holding your face while pressing small, energetic kisses to your lips

And soon you’ll be laughing too hard to be able to accept any more of them

He’ll also won’t be able to let you leave without giving him a kiss first

Be it in the morning when you need to get to work

Or in the evening when you need to maintain your own apartment

He will pout and whine until you kiss him goodbye

Unlike his greeting kisses 

These will be soft

And slightly intoxicating

His hands will once again cradle your face

However, in a softer hold than before

You’ll barely be able to feel his lips touch yours 

That’s how softly he would kiss you

One kiss won’t be enough

He’ll press at least three of them to your lips

Each one firmer than the other

But not firm enough to be enough for you

Which is why when the time came

You didn’t want to leave

You wanted to keep kissing him

Showing him how much you loved him

But sadly

You needed to go

That’s part of why the greeting kisses are so energetic

The kisses in between though

Are somewhat a mix of the previously mentioned

They will be long

Not as hard as the first ones 

But firm nonetheless 

These kisses will mostly occur when you’re cuddling

He’ll be laying down while exchanging these kisses

With you on top of him

And holding your face slightly

One of his hands might travel down to your waist though

During this time he will leave your lips and press some loving kisses to your cheeks as well

before returning to your lips

And pressing you closer to him than before

Now feeling his heartbeat through his shirt

It causes the moment to feel even more precious

He won’t stop kissing you until you’ve felt all of his love 

Which he will do everything he can to convey in his kisses

But if someone were to walk in

Say it be Zhengting or Minghao

He will throw you off of him like you were made of lava

Then he’ll laugh at your shocked face

Before making sure you’re okay

Like I said in the beginning

You need to expect his kisses all the time

You’re cooking?

Kiss on the cheek

You’re watching television?

All of a sudden his face is in the way and his lips on yours in a quick peck

Reading a book?

He’ll lift your face and kiss you on the forehead

That’s his love language basically

Kisses

And hugs tbh

But that’s for another time

#nex7 #nine percent #cpop #nex7 scenarios #nine percent scenarios #cpop scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #scenarios #chengcheng #fan chengcheng #nines #music #nananaptime

[t0th3nin3s]

The Damned | M

NEX7- Fan Chengcheng

M- Mafia theme/ language , violence & some smut

Chapter. One

The ambiance felt different. You felt secluded from the rest of the world, it was a burning sensation that which grew slowly from your neck going all over your body. The DJ continued to play music, loudly enough to drown out anyone’s thoughts, while the bar spoon fed you alcohol by the second. It was a numbing experience that made you almost blind to the man who had been eyeing you for hours.

He sat in his vip corner. Hidden. Away from the world as his large henchmen crowded the entrance to his safe haven, rejecting anyone who approached. But his eyes carried a heavy substance which crawled through your veins into your mind and made you gasp. It was inevitable. He was glorious. Beautiful beyond belief. A god , what a man would once call those of a perfect species. His eyes stayed hooded, demanding your attention the longer you watched. His lips, smirked up slyly. Almost having such an evil essence to it , you felt goosebumps come alive. Maybe it was in the sudden realization that you were single and ready for what the world threw at you, that you didn’t mind his eyes. But you certainly did mind the fact that he looked young, much younger than yourself.

“If I were you, I’d keep my eyes off of that one. He’s trouble.” Your friend, Yuqi, suddenly whispers, bringing you back to reality as you both sat by the bar. You were on your third champagne glass and you could help but feel a little hot the longer the strange man glared your way.

“Who is he?” You suddenly asked, meeting his gaze once more. You could see him take a sip of his drink and signal for one of his men to approach, quickly whispering soemthing to him.

“Trouble. That’s all you need to know, trust me, you won’t be here long to figure out what he’s about. Now, come on, drink up ... happy birthday!” Yuqi grins widely, bringing up her drink for a toast. It was your birthday, a couple more years and you would be hitting the big 3-0. It was shocking really. You never thought you would be finally experiencing life so late but here you are, in a beautiful bar in Hong Kong with one of your best friends.

You never thought a beautiful stranger would catch your attention. It was odd, really , you’ve been single for a while, been working hard to achieve your life long dream of starting up a graphic designer company, you never knew it would actually take off. Being a complete success. You always thought that maybe , just maybe , your wealth and fortune would come at a younger age. But as mother always said, you can never assume what isn’t planned yet ... and here you are, years later enjoying what you’ve always wanted to do- travel.

“I’m sorry , we didn’t order this.” You hear your friend speak as you finish your glass. In front of you was a full bottle of the most expensive champagne chilling in ice. The bartender speaks to your friend , his mandarin seeming almost recognizable the more he spoke. But he was talking too fast and the music was so loud , you weren’t able to fully understand. It wasn’t till the bartender left when you saw the annoyance on your friends face. Something was up.

“I guess this is for you .... but we’re not going to drink it. We’re leaving.”

It was all so sudden, the way your friend gripped your arm and began guiding you towards the exit in such a quick pace , you weren’t prepared to bump into a crowd of shoulders. Your arm soon became free, making you come to a halt , in the middle of the crowd. You felt small. Alone. Lost. But that didn’t last long, once you felt a large presence behind you, a sudden warmth grew within your soul as you felt an arm snake around your waist. The long thick fingers seemed to touch the bit of exposed skin around your hip with a feathery touch.

Turning quickly , your head shot up. Meeting two large honey eyes and a slick smile glaring down at you. This man. The one you were admiring from afar , was now in front of you- holding you. The ground beneath your feet seemed to disappear as you clumsily sway and trip to the side. Clutching onto his suit jacket, you fall more into him , just as his strong arms take you in. Making it seem like it was only you and him , alone in the bar. The music seemed to become a blaring ringing then silence as you continued to stare deep into his beautiful eyes. His body was large, proportions bigger than ever. But something in the back of your heart made you smile, because you finally felt safe.

“You’re not from around here, huh?” His deep voice wakes you on a gasp. Unaware of the noise you made, he grins some more. You nod.

“What’s your name?” He goes on, questioning your appearance but at the same time , your soul seemed to leave your body. Your stomach was up in knots the longer he watched you , awaiting the answer but you were unable to form words. Your mouth was parched , running dry as his eyes dared watch the way your tongue poked out. You weren’t able to function properly.

“You’re a cute little thing , did you not like the champagne I got you?” His question threw you off , bringing you back to reality. He was the mysterious admirer? The man from the vip section , who was now watching you, like as if he was examining every little thing you did. Gaining some power, you took a deep breath.

“Sorry, but I shouldn’t be talking to you, I have to go.” You said. The quiver in your tone was obvious, too obvious as it made the tall stranger smile down at you. Something about his aura made it almost impossible to walk away, but a voice in the back of your head kept screaming to leave. Yet, a tight grip around your waist told you otherwise. Your eyes enlarged , glancing down as he held you closer.

“You have to go because you want too or because someone is making you?” He was teasing you now, his grin seeming almost too snobby for your liking. Gently, you pulled away and he fortunately, didn’t fight it. Letting his arm fall from your frame. He stood taller , both hands in his suit pants pockets , seeming like a boss you didn’t wish to anger. But as you conjured up some excuse to leave, your arm was once again yanked back as your friend came back for you. Her eyes took the strange man in, from his expensive shoes up to the slight swoop of his hair. She was disgusted , to say the least but it was finally time to take a deep breathe that wasn’t laced with him.

“Mr. Fan, sorry for disturbing but we were leaving.” She said calmly, but she couldn’t hide the sudden fear behind her tone. What the hell is going on? Who is this guy? And why did she pick up formalities? You were confused , but too quick were you being rushed out - again. Looking back at the gorgeous cocky stranger who winked your way.

Your heart fluttered then stopped.

“Jesus Christ , I told you to stray from him. He is bad news y/n!” Yuqi hissed, haling a taxi. Your emotions were inevitable, he was gorgeous, mysterious and intimidating but something about his wild eyes and sly smile made you see a different side. You were opposed from asking further questions till you were both at your place. She was staying the night since she lived on the other side of town, and you were okay with that. But, you were still curious.

“Yuqi, who was that man?” You felt brave as she took a deep breath, already annoyed by the question. But she didn’t argue.

“That boy, is Fan Chengcheng. Son and future heir to the Fan Mob.” Her words seem to resonate deep within you. No wonder he was bad news .. he was trouble.

“A mobster?” You say under your breath, still concerned.

“Yeah. His family is powerful as fuck. They basically own most of Beijing and the southeast side of China, Ah don’t even get me started on their connects. They have people in South Korea, Vietnam and Taiwan. They are dangerous.” She said casually, but it was easy to hear her disgust in the mob and the Fan family, yet your thoughts ran back to him.

His cocky attitude and that smile that made you fall right into him. But Yuqi was right .. he’s trouble.

“Just be careful next time we go out , he has a tendency of always getting what he wants. Gah, I hate young guys like him.” Once again, she hollers, completely drained from the conversation. Annoyance clear in her tone as she rushes to the bathroom to remove her makeup.

But he did have a gorgeous smile..

Surprised in your thoughts , you shake your head. You can’t possibly be thinking of him now. Not after countless warnings from your friend and now knowing his work occupancy, that was even worse.

Too old for drama. You don’t need it and you don’t want it.

————————

.back at the bar.

“What’s up with you and foreigners?” His right hand man jokes, filling up Chengcheng’s glass with a dark liquor. The young mobster grins , sipping the chill alcohol slowly, enjoying the burn as he tastes the citrus goodness.

“They tend to be very adventurous and at times ... really dumb. What can I say, I like them easy.” He replies on a chuckle , clinking glasses with his men as the night continues.

And while you sleep away the hazy night ... he plots. Because whatever Chengcheng wants - Chengcheng gets!

#admin ms #fan chengcheng #fan chengcheng fanfic #nex7 chengcheng #nine percent chengcheng #nex7 fanfiction #nex7 fanfic #nex7 imagines #nine percent fanfic #nine percent scenarios #idol producer #fan chengcheng imagines #fan chengcheng scenarios #nex7 cpop #idol producer chengcheng #chengcheng fanfic #chengcheng scenarios #chengcheng imagines #chengcheng smut #chengcheng fluff #chengcheng angst

[coldimplord]

Spilled Coffee - Chapter 12

Author’s Note: 

Hello again.. 

Yes, it’s been almost one and a half year.

Yes, it’s been a long time. 

And yes, there is still more. 

Please enjoy.

Sincerely, 

Lu & Jess ♥ 

~Masterlist~

#idol producer #idol producer imagines #idol producer texts #idol producer fanfic #NINE PERCENT #nine percent scenarios #nine percent imagines #nine percent fanfic #nine percent texts #fan chengcheng #wang ziyi #cai xukun #Zhu Zhengting #justin #huang minghao #lin yanjun #ding zeren #fan chengcheng imagine #fanfiction #social media au #imagines #texts

[mingi-bubu]

melancholy, n. - a depression of spirits

for my lovely anon a who isn’t feeling the best rn <3

loosely tied to the xuniverse, discussions/allusions to mental illness, specifically depression, no explicit mentions of anything but just a feeling of emptiness and melancholy laced throughout.  if you or a loved one is experiencing symptoms of depression, please, if you are able to, talk to your doctor or a counselor.  my askbox is also open if you ever need to talk to someone.  <333

the day had been long, almost feeling never-ending as you drifted from class to class, professors droning on through the speakers of your laptop.  the day had started nicely enough, blue skies filled with puffy clouds and your favorite music on as you went around campus looking for a nice spot to listen to your lectures in.  but somewhere the day took a turn.  you can’t pinpoint the exact moment you felt everything drain out of you and left you a husk of a person but you knew it was going to stick around the rest of the day, maybe into the next depending.

and so here you were now, after forcing yourself to shower with the hope that you would feel better, curled on the couch under your jacket because you didn’t have the energy to grab the blanket that had been tossed on the chair off to the side the other night.  you stare blankly at the wall, watching but not processing as the shadows stretched as the sun moved on in its cycle.  you don’t remember the last time you blinked, but when you finally, consciously do your eyes burn and quickly start watering to fix the dryness.  the once bright walls, blinding from the sunlight, have faded to a dull grey, orange blurs from where the street lights shone in, occasional whites and reds from passing cars.   usually at this time of night, you would have already started on your homework from class or a side project that you were doing in your free time.  maybe you would have done the dishes as well, the monotony of the soap and water against the metal and porcelain allowing you to think about other things, perhaps new ideas for a dish or for an art piece.

as it was, you don’t even fully register your door code being pinned in and the sounds of the door opening and closing.  you vaguely hear someone taking off their shoes and setting them to the side, the sound of slippers being slid on, and footsteps carrying closer to where you lay in the living room.  you hear them stop at the couch, right next to the arm where your head was pressed against, and the smell of xukun’s cologne fills your senses.

he leans over, his hair falling into the edges of your vision, but you can’t find it in yourself to move your eyes upwards to meet his.

“my love?” he asks quietly, concern lacing itself in every word.

you take a deep, almost shuddering, breath.

“do you want anything?” xukun’s voice was so soft, making your heart ache more.

you say nothing.

after a few breaths, he straightens up and tucks some loose strands of hair behind your ear, running his fingers through your hair for a moment.

he leaves and comes back with a blanket from your bed, one that your grandmother had gifted to you before you moved to the campus area.  he gently drapes it over you after he took your jacket off of you, tucking you into the blanket and almost putting you into a cocoon.  he leaves again and you hear your jacket being hung up.  he does not come back into the living room.  you slowly feel your body being warmed up, a welcome sensation after how little the jacket did to help.

he walks into the kitchen.  you know this because when the kitchen light flicks on, you can see it on the wall, the wide horizontal bar that spans half of the living room wall.  in the kitchen, you hear him putting away your clean dishes, cabinets opening and closing, ice trays being filled up and put into the freezer.  it goes quiet again before you hear the sounds of running water and dishes being moved around in the sink.

this isn’t the first time this has happened to you, a deep melancholy settling into your bones and turning everything slow and hazy.   this also isn’t the first time xukun has come to visit you while you are in this state.  the first time it happened, he was much more concerned.  to the point, even, where you just muttered for him to call esther or xiaotang.  they explained what was happening with you and he vowed in the future to be there for you when these moods struck again.  you don’t know how he found out about your depressive state today, but you know later, when everything doesn’t feel so muffled, that you will appreciate the fact he came.

the sounds in the kitchen stop and the light flicks off, leaving you once again in the grey-orange state from before.  he comes back into the living room after a few minutes, clad in matching pajamas that zhengting had given to you both as a joke one christmas.  he stops in front of the couch and crouches down, trying to meet your eye.  “can i hold you?”  he asks despite knowing he won’t get a response.  he knows by now that you aren’t altogether here but you had reassured him in the past that his presence was helpful, made you feel grounded.  he just asks out of habit.

he stands up and sits by where your feet were before leaning down and fitting himself behind you, bringing the blanket up and over himself as well.  he tangles his legs with yours and gently pulls your hair out of the way before sliding his arm under you.  settling your hair back, he wraps his other arm around you, pulling you close.  you soak in the warmth from his body, feeling it seep into your bones, and it gives you enough energy to turn around and tuck yourself under his chin.  he fixes the blanket before resuming his position, this time carding his fingers through your hair and rubbing your back.

you don’t know when you started crying, perhaps it was when you consciously blinked what felt like ages ago.  but he pulls away slightly, cupping one side of your face and uses his thumb to wipe away the falling tears.  your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt and you push yourself back into his neck.  he acquiesces, curling himself around you as if he could protect you from whatever it was that was hurting you.  unfortunately, he isn’t able to protect from all that much.  this was an internal battle that you were used to fighting on your own.

“but it doesn’t have to be that way,” he reminded you once.  “you have me and esther and xiaotang and all of our friends.  we are more than willing to be there for you when you need us.”  he took your hand and forced you to look him in the eye.  “i am more than willing to be there for you when you need me.”

and he kept his promise.  and you treasure him for it.  eventually, your tears subsided.  soft hiccuping and the damp spot on the collar of his shirt the only evidences that you had cried at all.

he tilts his head down, speaking into your hairline, lips brushing against your skin.  “i may not know what you are dealing with, my love, but you have me, heart and soul, no matter what.  i will always be here when you want me.  i will always be here when you need me.”  he presses a kiss there, the spot where his lips rested, before once more tucking you under his chin.  his entire body squeezed you in a hug, one second, two seconds, three, before he relaxed again, your limbs still entwined together.

you open your mouth barely, just enough to breathe out, “thank you, kunkun.”  sleep soon overtakes you, your body finally reeling from the drain of the day.  it was a peaceful way to fall asleep, however, despite how the rest of the day had gone.  surrounded by xukun, the familiar smell of your laundry detergent mixed with his cologne, his hand rubbing your back, the weight of his body next to you as you both laid there under the blanket.

#anon a #xukun scenarios #cai xukun scenarios #nine percent scenarios #cpop scenarios #jae.writes

[peanutpinet]

Nine Percent Masterlist

Scenarios/Blurbs

Escape Room with 9%

Scenarios based on their pics #1

Scenarios based on their pics #2

If they saw someone being harassed

Scenarios for @nine._.percent

3rd year anniversary scenario

Nine Percent part of the mafia

Per Members

Cai Xukun

Cai Xukun as a yandere in my dream

Justin Huang

My Dork (fluff)

Lin Yanjun

Lin Yanjun as a secret agent part 1

Lin Yanjun as a secret agent part 2

Lin Yanjun as a mentor

Zhu Zhengting

Crossing the ocean (angst + fluff)

#nine percent #nine percent scenarios #nine percent imagines #9% #9% scenarios #9% imagines #cai xukun #chen linong #fan chengcheng #justin huang #huang minghao #lin yanjun #zhu zhengting #wang ziyi #xiao gui #wang linkai #you zhangjing

[9percentaus]

Humpty Dumpty (Epilogue)

[A/N: and that’s it! Thanks to everyone who enjoyed this story :’) with that, I bid you all adieu, until next time.]

#nine percent #idol producer scenarios #nine percent scenarios #idol producer #wang ziyi #humpty dumpty

[my9percent]

50&29 with lin yanjun

50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”29. “Come over here and make me.”

“I don’t really know why you’re hesitating,” you commented as you pulled your latex gloves over your hands and stared at your boyfriend and lab partner. That Yanjun was scared of frogs was a known fact but the frog was dead, preserved and placed on a tray for him to dissect and control. “The frog,” you rolled your eyes at his whimper and shudder, “is long gone.”

“Yeah but the essence of frog is still there.”

“Essence of frog?” You looked around and saw that all your other less squeamish classmates had already cut the frog open and was carefully cutting through the muscle to admire the frog’s strong abdominal muscles.

“It still looks like a frog,” he mumbled. He was rubbing his hands nervously and peering over cautiously. 

You watched him for another moment before deciding that at this rate, the period would be over and you would still have an intact frog. “Forget it. I’ll do it.”

“Wait! No, I can’t have you do all the work.”

You already had the scalpel in your hand and bent over the frog as you shot back, “So get over here.”

“Come over here and make me.” 

You squinted at him. “Okay. If you come help me, you can give me a kiss.”

“We’re in public,” Yanjun pretended to look aghast. But you could already see it working. His eyes lit up and he was now inching closer.

“You know you want it, sweetheart.” You smiled sweetly at him as you carefully peeled away the skin and revealed the well-defined stomach muscles of your frog. “Wow, this frog has a better six-pack than you do.”

He was already next to you and you giggled when he gave the frog a disdainful look. “Oh please. Don’t tell me you’d rather be kissing the frog instead.”

“Who knows, maybe he’ll turn into a prince.”

“He’s dead.” By now Yanjun was snapping on his gloves and putting his goggles over his head, looking quite determined to get a knife into the specimen. 

“Don’t tell me you’re actually getting jealous over a frog that you are supposed to be dissecting.”

“No. I’m just getting ready to dissect. Now excuse me, please put the frog down. I have some abs to cut up.”

You chuckled but moved away to give Yanjun space. You saw him take a deep breath only to choke as the formaldehyde went up his airway. Using your forearm, you carefully patted him on the back.

“Easy there. I can’t have my actual prince choking and dying over a biology lab class, can I?” 

“Shush and give me the kiss now. I just made an incision. You should be proud of me.”

And because he did look like a five year old who had just conquered his biggest fear, and because he really was too cute for you to say no to, you tiptoed and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek. “Now get to his abdominal cavity and we’ll talk about a kiss on the lips.”

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[dearlinong]

by your side ; wang ziyi

[hi ! is it okay if i request a scenario where wang ziyi is a mentor for a show you are in and its the final stage and you narrowly miss debuting with the rest of the group. he comforts you but everyone knows you both have a crush on each other? mentor au i guess,,, from a mentor or a lover?? im not sure where i was going with this, sorry if its a bit weird... thank you so much !!]

(a/n: girl holy shit i forgot that i had this in my draft and didn’t finish it wtf. i literally forgot how to do this ;-;. so.. uhm... I MISS YOU GUYS LIKE SO MUCH!! hope you guys are staying safe and staying inside your homes. i’m just clearing off all my requests and once i’m done i can continue making requests again :>. so yeah, pls tell me how guys have been doing in my ask box! so there hope you enjoy this one <3)

genre: angst plus floof

requested: YUP!! omg 2 years in the making kjnKJNAJKDNSKAJDN and sorry if it was all over the place :<

you were currently competing in the 2nd season of idol producer

and you were one of the top competitors

you’ve ben voted as top 1 for multiple times now

and not only was it because of your talent

but you think that it was also because of your friendship with ziyi (which is is bad guys lol vote contestants bc of their talent okay)

yes, you’re friends with the very famous wang ziyi

who was also one of the rap mentors in the said show

actually you two go way back

you two have been friends even before he got into simply joy music

you two were trainees for a company called faded ent

and you two were supposed to debut as a co-ed group

so you two would practice all day and all night just to perfect the dances, singing and rap you had to do

and even after those long and tiring practices you two still had time to hang out with each other

you gotta admit, those were the times that you started developing a crush on him

so when the day he told you that he was leaving the company it was basically your own personal apocalypse

not only did you lose ziyi

but you lost your chance to debut which was on the tip of your fingers at that time

so you tried your luck this time by asking your company to let you join the new season of idol producer

and to your surprise you were doing better than what you expected

as the weeks go by, you and ziyi have been catching up on each other’s lives

but only when you and him have overlapping free time which is a 5 minute break once every week, so that’s not a lot of time

and because of your closeness with him, people have been saying that he has this massive crush on you, which you totally ignored and didn’t believe

and if they were true you’d still ignore it because you were here to compete and debut, not to find love

it was currently the last week in idol producer

while all of the other trainees were fast asleep

you in particular could not sleep for some unknown reason

and what better way to tire yourself than to practice some more

so you got up and walked towards the practice rooms

you first checked if all the staffs were gone, and when they were all gone you entered the room and started practicing the dance routine for the upcoming final episode as you were still in need of some practice

20 minutes into your practicing and you hear some footsteps walking towards the practice rooms, specifically the practice room that you were in

behind the piano was a good place to hide, so you did

as the person entered the room you peeped your hear out so you could have a look at who it was

you were surprised to see that it was ziyi who entered

you were wondering why he was still in the dorms as all the mentors were supposed to be out with the other mentors

so you went out of your hiding spot

ziyi jumped in surprise as he saw you come out

“y/n? why are you here?” he asked 

“i was just practicing, but i’ll head out now, bye.” you said while rushing to head out of the room

but then he caught your wrist which made you stop

“hey, can’t you stay for a while. i really want to spend more time with you. please stay.” he said while smiling softly

you really couldn’t say ‘no’ to a guy like ziyi, so you agreed to stay with him

“so how’ve you been these past few weeks?”

“pretty good actually, but this week in particular was really draining for me and the other trainees.”

you two then eventually became comfortable with each other, like the good ol’ days

after a while you checked the clock to look at what time it was, it was almost 1 in the morning and you had to wake up early to teach the other trainees the dance for the final stage

“hey it’s getting late, better get going now.” you were about to stand up but then ziyi got your hands which stopped you from doing so

“thank you for staying with me y/n, i really miss spending time with you. i hope we can do this more often.” after saying that last word he was leaning in and getting closer to your face

he then pressed his lips to yours

you wanted to savor the moment, but a part of you says that what you’re doing is wrong

so you quickly parted with his lips and stood up

“i’m sorry ziyi, t-this just isn’t right. i have a future ahead of me, and so do you. i don’t want this to be the reason for us to fail in the future. goodbye.” after you bowed you left without even turning back

for the whole week you only thought about that moment

there were times when you couldn’t even sleep just because it was in your head

the day of the final episode has come and you’ve prepared for it since before you entered this show even

okay so this is the part where i transition from 2018 to 2020 bc im a dumb bitch and forgot to finish the au back in 2018

ok back 2 the fic

bc you already know that anything can happen during the span of these 3+ hours

the last time you checked you were still the reigning #1

and because of that you were really anxious about everything that’s gonna happen

before everything starts you guys practiced for the last time and got your last messages from the trainers

and while they were leaving ziyi handed you a small note which made all 20 trainees go BONKERS

“YIEE I KNEW THAT HE LIKED YOU!”

“I KNOW HE’S MY BIAS BUT WHAT THE HECK YOU TWO WOULD BE CUTE TOGETHER”

you became so flustered after all of them started teasing you

“YAH! Y’ALL STOP! if you guys don’t stop i won’t share my remaining facial cleanser!”

deadass everybody went silent JASNXANSDJ

and while everyone was leaving the hall you stayed behind so that you could read the note he gave you in private

it read

“i know what i did a few days ago really surprised you which made you say those words. but i know in my heart that what happened to us was right, but since you asked for it, fine i won’t bother you for now. just remember that i love you and i’m always supporting you, jiayou! with love, ziyi”

ff to the live show

the whole live show was a blur to you because you were too nervous for the final ranking

you were center for your team tho!

everyone AND I MEAN EVERYONE SCREAMED WHEN YOU WERE INTRODUCED AS CENTER

BC HELLO

YOU WERE PERFECT TO BE THE CENTER

ANYWAYS NOW ONTO THE MOMENT WE HAVE ALL BEEN DREADING

THE

FINAL

RANKING

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN

you saw some of the people you hoped to be in the final group got called and you couldn’t be happier

but sadly some of them weren’t

it’s now time to call on the prospected 1st and 2nd ranks

your anxiety levels are OFF THE CHARTS NOW as you haven’t been called yet

you were hoping to all the gods that you would turn out to be the 1st pick

or even 2nd place

but to everyones horror

your face wasn’t shown on the LED screen

which means you weren’t gonna be selected as the 1st or 2nd rank

you heard both people from the audience and from your fellow trainees a collective

“WHAT!?!?!?!?”

at this point you didn’t know what to do anymore

you felt numbness in your body

you can’t cry yet because there is still hope for the 9th place

and then it hit you

‘OH YEAH’

‘9TH PLACE’

so again with all the praying to every god thing

and then

BOOM

the 4 faces were shown on the LED screen

and luckily you were there

the PD then one by one started to announce the trainees on the screens ranks

for 12th place

it wasn’t you

for 11th place it wasn’t you either

this is it you were either in or out

you and the other trainee held hands just to relieve you both from the pressure

and then

the PD finally says the ranking

“the 9th pick is...”

“yuehua entertainment’s xi jiamo!”

that was it

all your hard work

gone

of course you were so happy for your fellow trainee

but you still have to think of yourself as well

you were then asked to give a final message

you were still in shock and didn’t know what to say yet

but you stood there and just said anything that came across your brain

“ohh, honestly i’m just so very thankful to everyone who supported me through this journey. and for every single trainee that has given me nothing but love i hope i can repay you guys some day. let’s all remember that this is not the end of our journey rather it is a stepping stone for us in order to succeed in the future. and to our dear mentors”

the audience and the trainees went wild

EVEN SOME OF THE OTHER MENTORS TOO

“i’m just very thankful that we had the opportunity to be guided by all of you, and we promise to always keep in mind everything you taught us. once again thank you for letting me stand on this stage. i will never forget this experience. thank you everyone” and then you bowed for a very long time

after the whole program all of the trainees went to the stage to congratulate the final group

but almost all of them went to you

the trainees started to flock your area and shower you with nothing but love and support

you even heard the crowd chant your name

which made you cry even more

“YAAAH! Y/N JIE I OVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE REMEMBER THAT!”

“Y/N JIE I’M SORRY FOR TAKING YOUR SPOT!” jiamo said to you

so you had to tell her that its not her fault and she should think that way

if she thinks that way again you told her that you would be so disappointed

the staff now asked everyone to vacate the stage and go backstage

little did you know

ziyi was there waiting for you

you didn’t want to talk to him yet but the trainees insisted that you do

so they left for you two to have some privacy

once you two were alone there was nothing but silence

but he went in for a hug

which you really needed right now

a hug from one of the people that you love the most

while you two were hugging ziyi said something to you

“i know this is a really hard time for you and i just want you to know that i’ll always be by your side from now on. i’ve lost you the first time now i will never let you go”

YOU CRIED EVEN MORE BECAUSE OF THAT

you just wanted to be in his arms forever

and for now

you do stay in it

#WANG ZIYI #wang ziyi bullet point #wang ziyi scenarios #wang ziyi imagines #nine percent #nine percent scenarios #nine percent scenario #nine percent imagines #idol producer #idol producer scenarios #idol producer scenario #IDOL PRODUCER IMAGINES