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blossomille · 1 year

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WayV Winter Special Mini Album

〖Bingsu〗 : Album Detail (Special Ver.)

#wayv #nct #ten lee #yanyang #liu yangyang #qian kun #kun #winwin #xiaojun #hendery

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maychenglighting · 2 years

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what-if-nct · 11 months

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Kun: Why do you play Cardi B everytime the cats fight?

Yangyang: For the atmosphere.

Xiaojun: I already gave you twenty for the ticket just let me sit.

Hendery: Sir, sir you paid for general admission I'd need an extra ten for front row.

Kun: Are you selling tickets to the cat's fight?

Hendery: There's big bucks in cat boxing.

Ten: *wearing a bikini and holding a round two sign*

Kun: I should of went on that space expedition I was invited to from NASA but no I have a family that needs me.

Winwin: How much do you want to bet? Louis usually wins but Levi's new and I see the fire in him.

Kun: I missed my Harvard graduation for this?!

#Yangyang #liu yanyang #ten lee #Xiaojun #kun #Hendery #Winwin #nct incorrect quotes #nct #nct incorrect texts #wayv #wayv incorrect texts #wayv incorrect quotes

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veliseraptor · 2 years

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this world is gonna break your heart | The Untamed

CHAPTER ONE

Summary:

Jiang Yanli survives.

But she survives alone.

Now, a widow with no living family except for her baby, living in Jinlintai, Jiang Yanli makes the decision that she has to be able to protect her son. And since her orthodox cultivation has always been weak, she has to find another method. In the process, she also finds an unexpected tutor and an even more unexpected friend.

Notes:

I have been working on this fic for altogether too long and here it finally is! In all its 34.4k glory. The whole fic is finished; I'll be posting the chapters once a week for the next five weeks on Tuesdays. I had fun with this one; I hope you do too.

Thank you, thank you to the many people who contributed to making this beast possible, with brainstorming help, suggestions for tweaks, and generally just listening to me complain about it. In particular thank you to @silvysartfulness for giving a half-finished draft a readthrough and telling me what it needed, and to @ameliarating for editing. And thank you in advance to all of you! readers and commenters and kudos leavers. You're lovely people and I love hearing from you.

#a wild fic appeared #jiang yanli #xue yang #is there...a pairing tag for them #probably but idk what it is #it does occur to me that one could go with 'yanyang' if one wanted #the sad queer cultivators show #the untamed fanfic #and now off i scuttle #xueli

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suhnshinehaos · 2 years

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take a chance : a crush culture bonus update !

synopsis : a flashback to when renjun and yn first met, and the night they won the student council elections. genre/s : university + student council au, fluff wc : 1.6k

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“remember when you said you were thinking of running for council next year?”

renjun raised a brow at yangyang’s enthusiasm, slightly startled in the way he practically slid into the seat next to his. the university library was always quiet in the late afternoons as most students either went home or out with their friends. but of course, an afternoon of complete silence couldn’t be on renjun’s itinerary. not with the friends he had.

the corner of his mouth raised upwards to form the slightest of smirks, a teasing tone coating his words, “keep it down, are you trying to get kicked out again?”

“first of all, it was hyuck that got kicked out, not me.” yangyang lets out an offended scoff before turning his attention to the librarian, “and i would never get kicked out because miss jung loves me.”

renjun’s features crumpled into one of disgust as his friend proceeded to wink and wave at the librarian with the toothiest grin imaginable. he rolled his eyes before hitting the back of yangyang’s head, “stop it. she’s 40 and married.”

“geez, always so violent renjun. i was just kidding.” yanyang mutters with a pout, rubbing the spot that renjun had hit, “wait, what was i talking about?”

he sighed, “me wanting to run for council next year? what about it?”

“right!” yangyang’s eyes lit up, his voice growing louder and brighter, “you said that you couldn’t imagine me, hyuck, or taro as your vp right? well, i just found you the perfect running mate.”

renjun’s brows knitted together as he tilts his head to the side, “who?”

yangyang gestured to a figure hiding behind one of the bookshelves, but their attention was seemingly too engrossed with the book that they were holding, unable to recognize the exaggerated gestures that he was making. yangyang groaned and stood from his seat, making his way to where they were and practically dragging them by the wrist to renjun’s table.

they smiled as soon as yangyang lets go, “yang if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so, oh- is this the person you were talking about?”

renjun took this as his cue to stand and introduce himself, taking a step to the side so he could directly be in front of the unfamiliar figure : you. he reached a hand out for you to shake, “huang ren- oh!”

he could barely even process the next sequence of events : you taking the hand he had extended and pulling his body towards you before engulfing him in a hug. renjun’s eyes grow wide, looking to yangyang with panic clearly evident in his features.

yangyang chuckles and shakes his head, “that’s yn. oh yeah, they’re a hugger.”

“i can see that.” renjun mumbles, giving you a couple of awkward pats on the back before pulling away, “do you just go around hugging every person you meet?”

“only the ones i find cute.” you winked, laughing at the completely awestruck look on renjun’s face from the boldness of your words.

there’s a light pink tint that spreads across his cheeks, the slightest tugs on his heartstrings at the compliment, one that could only last a couple of seconds. he turned his attention back to yangyang, “are you sure about this?”

yangyang slings an arm around his shoulders before using the other to gesture to you, “dude, yn’s great! they’re my partner for a project in one of my electives and i’m telling you… they’re smart and they’re responsible-”

“i already have council experience from when i was in high school, my academic record is squeaky clean, no violations or anything!” you cut yangyang off, taking a step towards him, “take a chance on me, promise you won’t regret it.”

and perhaps it was the way you were so confident, so sure of yourself that made him believe it too. or maybe it was the way you smiled just a little too wide for his liking, or the way your eyes lit up with a strange sort of hopefulness, or the way your voice could barely contain your excitement. had yangyang brought him anyone else, he would have asked more questions. but there you were, eager and willing and contagiously bright, that he couldn’t help but push any and all rational thought to the back of his mind.

“fine.”

the night has long ended, the celebration that occurred a couple hours prior had left everyone without energy. several boxes of pizza, complete with various bottles and cans of alcohol littered the wooden floors of renjun’s apartment. if it were any other day, he would have scolded them for messing up his place. but he could make an exception for tonight.

as he stepped around the sprawled out bodies of yangyang, haechan, and jeno, or sneaked a glance at shotaro and jaemin passed out on the couch, he couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread across his features. he took one last look at his friends before pushing the door that lead to the balcony.

the cold, fresh air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of his apartment walls. taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, the events of the past few hours still unable to sink in.

“getting some air?”

he hears your voice against the distant traffic of cars passing by, or the wind blowing between the leaves of the trees that lined the concrete streets. it’s quieter than he’s used to, but familiar nonetheless in the months that he’d gotten to know you.

“thought you already left.”

“i did, but i forgot my jacket.” you replied, raising a hand to show him the jacket you were holding, “already kicking me ou-”

you tried to stop the yawn that moved past your lips, unfortunately to no avail as it swallowed up the rest of the words that you were about to speak. renjun couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head, still able to figure out what you were trying to say.

“on the contrary, you can take the guest room if you want. it’s late and if that yawn’s any indication, you’re tired.”

you raised a brow, “and leave our friends in the living room?”

“eh- i didn’t tell them to sleep there.” renjun shrugged his shoulders, “that’s their fault.”

“ooh you’re evil… is that the proper way to act, mr. president?”

renjun leans on the balcony railing, looking up at the sky with a small sigh, “president… don’t think i’ll get used to that.”

“well, you’ve only been president for a couple of hours so i don’t blame you for not being used to it yet… how are you feeling?”

your question is filled with nothing but concern, and your gaze was soft enough that he found himself looking away. he’s unsure if anyone had ever looked at him in the way that you did, even the people who have claimed to like him.

it’s silent, but not uncomfortable. you don’t press the question further, waiting for him to take his time to respond instead.

“nervous, i guess.” his voice is uncharacteristically shaky. the months of campaigning had finally come crashing down on him, exhaustion creeping into each and every part of his system, “scared that i won’t live up to what everyone expects.”

“you will.”

you say it without a single beat of hesitation, surprising him.

“how are you so sure?”

you shrugged your shoulders, a small smile forming on your lips, “if the past few months taught me anything it’s that you’re smart, and you’re resourceful, and you’re hardworking.. and i know you’ll try your hardest. so i don’t doubt you one bit.”

maybe the late hours bring some sort of sentimentality, at least enough for the funniest of feelings begin to creep in his chest. but before he could even question what that feeling was, your voice once again breaks through the chilling night air.

“not to mention, you’re like- really hot.”

you said it so casually, with a quick wink and the widest grin he had ever seen, that he couldn’t help the loud laughter that came tumbling out of his lips.

and you stood there, watching as he threw his head back in laughter from the suddenness of your compliment. in that moment, you knew you’d do anything to keep that sight ingrained in your memory.

“one,” he began after the laughter had died down after a few seconds, “that has nothing to do with me being a good council president. two, fake flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

you gently nudged his side with your own, “who said i was being fake?”

“what am i going to do with you?” renjun rolled his eyes, already quite accustomed to your flirting, a hint of smile beginning to play on his face.

“you better figure it out soon because, as of couple of hours ago, i’m officially your partner.”

he practically choked on air, “w-what?”

“you’re the president, i’m the vp! we’re partners.” you let the silence drag out for a few seconds before turning to him with a teasing smirk, “what did you think i meant?”

“you’re impossible, yn.”

his mind flashes back to when you had first met him,

and just like that he felt like he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff : just far enough for a sense of comfort, close enough to see the where he’d land if he fell. it’s terrifying how the slightest of breezes could make him falter and sway, wishing he could just stay rooted on the ground beneath his feet.

“take a chance on me, promise you won’t regret it.”

he’s unsure if there will come a time that he’d take those steps off the edge. but if he does, renjun genuinely hopes that he won’t regret anything.

from reese, with love <3 a little break from the angst with a fluffy renyn flashback hehe we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled pain in the next update >:) thank you so much for reading !! as always- id love to know what you think :)) hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :))

#🦋 — crush culture!#nct dream x reader #nct x reader #renjun x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream smau #nct dream series #nct dream scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct smau #nct series #nct scenarios #renjun imagines #renjun fluff #renjun smau

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idols-in-sweatpants · 5 months

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If you don't mind, could you possibly do who you this I the smallest to biggest in WayV?

Sure, smallest to biggest goes;

Yanyang -> Ten -> Winwin -> Kun -> Xiaojun -> Hendery

[tbh Winwin and Kun could be interchangeable here] [ If Lucas was still apart of WayV he would be in the biggest spot but I won’t get into that on here ]

Once again! This is just my opinion! If you think differently than this then that’s completely okay!! (This is based less on what I’ve seen and more on opinion seeing all I haven’t seen / posted much wayv content).

#wayv #dick sizing list #anon #answered

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blossomille · 1 year

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WayV Winter Special Mini Album

〖Bingsu〗 : Album Detail (Special Ver.)

#wayv #ten lee #yanyang #liu yangyang #qian kun #hendery #xiaojun #winwin

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maychenglighting · 2 years

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Beautiful weather perfect for loading #Yanyang lighting #SKD/CKD for LED bulb lamps #DOB 2 years guarantee https://www.instagram.com/p/CiZDGiXPYI2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#yanyang #skd #dob

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fengshenjunlang · 1 year

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The egg of a Purple Spider actually said,

"What kind of thing is Jiang Fengmian! Let our heroic and tough lady marry Wen Ruohan! Strong People sees the same view!"

But...

If it were canon MDZS:

Yu Ziyuan: Wen Ruohan! You actually favor that far away collateral branch Wen Qing and gave her a status comparable to our son Wen Cheng!? Are you going to change the mistress of QishanWen?!

Yu Ziyuan: heh. Or I'm afraid this Wen Qing is Sect Leader Wen's illegitimate daughter like what other said outside, right?

Yu Ziyuan: Wen Ruohan! Why do you ignore Wen Yanli and Wen Cheng!? Look properly, These are your children! Just from which gutter is this Zhao Zhuliu come from, for you to bestow him the surname Wen?! Or do you want to give the position of heir of QishanWen sect to someone else?!

"............."

Wen Ruohan: Drag this shrew to Yanyang Palace and pull her tongue. QishanWen Sect has no need of a woman who dare to bark like a mad dog in front of its Patriarch.

Yes.

Do you think Wen Ruohan would actually let his wife refuse to use the title Madam Wen and insisting to being called as Madam Yu?

Do you think Wen Ruohan would love to be scolded and yelled at when he just want to promote some good seedling in his sect?

Some people really are deep in the dream and refuse to see reality.

The reality is, your favorite Wen Ruohan would kill Yu Ziyuan with her weird temper she has.

Don't expect any fluffy romantic love that kind of changing the tyrant to pamper the heroine

#mdzs #wen ruohan #yu ziyuan #purple spider and her eggs' daydreams #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jiang fengmian

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xolilith · 2 years

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jessi, voce poderia fazer um threesome com os tenyang x leitora pfvr? uma coisa cheia de elogios e carinhos por parte do ten e mais degradação por parte do yang. ❣️

Eu preciso sempre te relembrar de como eu odeio meninas impacientes como você, não é? - TenYang

n/a: primeira vez escrevendo com esses kaksksk espero que vc goste <3

Boa leitura!

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– Conta pro Ten o que você ficou fazendo hoje.

A voz de YangYang ressoa irritada contra sua orelha. E é um pouco difícil fazer o que ele pede uma vez que os dedos do tal fazem uma massagem vagarosa e firme entre suas pernas. Você se aconchega-se mais contra o torso magro do chinês, suspira baixinho de olhos fechados.

Entretanto a demora da resposta implica uma punição: recebe um tapa sobre o clitóris, impaciente. Sobressalta-se, gemendo baixinho, movendo a cabeça até quase esconder a lateral do rosto corado no pescoço do homem.

– Não exija tanto dela. – Ten diz, compassivo, ao Liu. Ele inclina-se, na poltrona onde está sentado observando, apoia os cotovelos nos joelhos. Um sorriso repuxa nos lábios do Lee. – Fala pro papai, princesinha. O que você fez que deixou o Yang tão irritado?

Entreabre os olhos nublados. Revesa entre Yangyang e Ten, antes da voz baixinha confessar.

– Mandei algumas fotos enquanto ele estava no trabalho.

– E como essas fotos eram?

A resposta demora um pouco a vir, sente vontade de rir, por isso comprime os lábios. Sabia o quanto YangYang deveria ter ficado pertubado com as fotos que enviou.

– Nuas? – Soa como uma pergunta, a qual arranca um risadinha de escárnio do Liu.

– Nuas, não é? — Reitera, sarcástico. – Essa pirralha passou a tarde me mandando fotos dessa bucetinha toda molhada. Imagina se alguém tivesse visto o quanto você é uma desesperada, hm? Que nem mesmo espera seus homens chegaram em casa pra agir como uma puta?

Após a sentença, seu corpo é manejado sem nenhum cuidado, mas você não reclama da falta de jeito. Sente vontade de sorrir satisfeita com a pose anormal de Yanyang. De como ele a deita de barriga para baixo, a mão arrebita seu quadril e ele se põe de uma vez em você.

Um gemido engasgado fica preso na sua garganta. Aquela sensação cheia e ardente faz você contrair o abdômen e as pernas.

– Eu preciso sempre te relembrar de como eu odeio meninas impacientes como você, não é? – Rosna, irascível, contra sua orelha.

Uma das mãos choca-se com a lateral da sua coxa, queima, arranca um chorinho da sua garganta pela violência empregada. O quadril bate contra você impiedoso, constante. Ele eleva mais o próprio tronco, estende o braço e coloca uma das mãos sobre sua cabeça, faz pressão contra o colchão.

Franze as sobrancelhas com o aperto gostoso que você exerce em volta do pau dele. A extensão tesa, lateja cheia antes de gozar dentro. Te deixa ensopadinha, expulsando o líquido esbranquiçado.

Deita ao seu lado, ofegante.

Você move a cabeça, arqueja. Sente-se ainda carente por não ter chegado ao ápice. Porém o vislumbre de Ten com os olhos presos no seu rosto te conforta. O tailandês exibe os dentes, sorrindo para você antes de chamá-la com a mão.

Caminha um tando trôpega até o colo de Ten. A braguilha da calça social é aberta e o sexo molhado no topo enche seus olhos.

– Quer?

Assente.

– Primeiro pede desculpa pro Yang pela malcriação.

Move a cabeça e exibe o melhor beicinho arrependido que consegue. Baixa a voz, doce.

– Desculpa, Yang... eu prometo não fazer mais.

– Muito bem... – Ten graceja. Larga um beijinho sobre seus lábios. – Agora minha princesinha pode ter meu pau.

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#nctzen #nct imagines #nct smut #kpop smut #wayv imagines #wayv ten #wayv yangyang #liu yangyang #ten lee

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