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nex7ism-blog · 6 years

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3AM Adventures — Chengcheng

request: can i request a fan chengcheng fluff? like going on dates or watching movies :)

genre: fluff, comedy ? idk fcc is a meme

pairing: fan chengcheng x reader

word count: 836

It was nearly 3 AM when your phone started buzzing. Thankfully, you weren’t asleep yet. You paused the show that was on and checked your phone to see texts from your boyfriend.

[2 new messages from cheng 💕]

2:43 am - i’m starving let’s go get mcdonald’s

2:47 am - hEY i know you’re awake don’t ignore mee ;(

You giggled lightly, asking to call him. Without even replying, your phone started to ring. You answered with a smile on your face.

“I’m so hungry,” he says first thing. “And how am I supposed to fix that?” You ask him jokingly. “C’mon,” he begged. “Throw on some sweats, I’ll come pick you up, and we can go hit up the dollar menu!”

You thought for a moment. “It’s 3 am, Cheng,” you explained. “Which is why McDonald’s is the best because they’re open all the time!” You laughed, shaking your head. “Fine,” you finally agreed. Chengcheng started to cheer and you heard a thump on the other side of the phone.

“Cheng? You good?” You asked, trying not to smile at what sounded like him falling off his bed.

“Uh,” he replied. “Yeah! I’m fine. Totally didn’t just fall off my bed just now. That definitely was NOT me.” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing loudly at him trying to cover it all up.

“Uh-huh,” you said. “Hurry and come get me, lover boy.”

About 10 minutes later, you received a text from Chengcheng letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your things and quickly made your way to his car.

Chengcheng was leaning against his car when you saw him. You ran towards him as he opened his arms. You crashed into his embrace, squeezing him slightly as you hugged him. He was just like a teddybear, so warm and comforting.

You released from the hug and you looked up at him. “Hey babe,” he smiled. “Hi,” you replied quietly. He stepped back and opened your door for you, “For you, your highness.” You slapped his arm giggling before stepping into the car.

He ran to the other side, hopping in himself. “Bro, I am so excited. I’ve been craving some nuggets,” he exclaimed beginning to drive. “Did you just bro-zone me?” You asked teasingly. He laughed loudly, looking over at you momentarily. “How can you even bro-zone your soulmate?” He asked.

Your face turned red as you scoffed, looking out of the window. “You’re lame,” you smiled. “But you love me,” he responded quickly. “Correction, I love your car,” you joked. He fake gasped, holding his hand to his heart feigning pain.

“I can’t believe this!” He shouted. You laughed as he began to go on about how much he cares for you and how heartbroken he is. “Shut up!” You said loudly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

He stopped talking and turned red. “I love you,” you smiled. “I love you too,” he said lowly.

Pulling into the McDonald’s, you weren’t shocked to find it almost empty. “Wow,” you heard from beside you. “It’s like something from a scary movie, oOoOoO,” Chengcheng started imitating ghost sounds. “Be quiet!” You giggle, hitting him once again.

You both walked in the fast food restaurant and made your way to the counter. “Be careful, y/n,” Chengcheng said. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes. “You might meet the ghost of Ronald McDonald.”

You rolled your eyes, looking away from your boyfriend. “Too bad I’m already dating him,” you said. “Are you saying I’m a clown?” He asked. “Maybe, or maybe I’m saying with red hair you and Ronald could be mistaken for brothers.” Chengcheng gasped and hugged you from behind.

“You don’t mean it,” he murmured. You smiled and stepped away from his embrace to order. After ordering, you both took your food and sat at a table to eat. You received subtle flares from workers as you laughed too loudly at times.

You loved this. You loved Chengcheng and how he always made you laugh. You loved how funny and sweet he was. To you, Chengcheng was the most perfect boy in the world. Minus Zhang Yixing. Duh.

You were glad your relationship was fun like this. You were glad that you didn’t have to go to fancy restaurants or big trips in order to have fun. Your relationship was the best. You were happy and very much in love.

These thoughts ran through your head as you watched Chengcheng eat. He caught your gaze in the middle of taking a bite of his nugget, stopping and staring back. “Is there something on my face?” He asked. You chuckled. If only he knew.

“Chengcheng,” you said softly. “Yeah?” He asked. “I love you,” you said. His cheeks tinted pink and the corners of his lips lifted. “I love you more,” he replied, his hand reaching across the table and lacing his fingers with yours.

“Thanks, bro,” you said. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“So now YOU’RE bro-zoning ME?!”

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a/n: idk i’m not rly proud of this i tried to make it funny but cute at the same time sksnksdn i hope you guys like it ^__^

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yanyan-chen · 6 years

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COLLEGE AUーDING ZEREN pt.1

•have you seen this boy dance??

•because WOW

•did i fall for him the second he started dancing???? yes

•ok on with the story

•zeren has been dancing for as long as he could remember,,

•boy was probably dancing in his mother’s womb lol

•whenever he heard music, his body couldn’t help but move along to the beats no matter where he was. like he’d tap his feet,, or bop his head,, or do little arm movements,,,sometimes he forgets about his surroundings,,,,like once,,, he was at a cafe w his friends right

•and he started grooving to the song,,,and as the song went on, his movements got wider,,,and then his elbow hit quanzhe’s drink

•let’s just say that zeren spent almost the entire day trying to remove the stain from the poor kid’s shirt

•only to have to spend $30 buying a new shirt

•and have quanzhe swear that he’ll never sit next to zeren again

•anyways,,

•he’s been in various dance competitions and either won first or second place, never anything less

•dancing was something that meant a lot to him. whenever he was stressed or overwhelmed, he would dance to relax his mind

•so when he got to college, he obviously chose to be a dance major

•he even became one of the leaders of the university’s dance team and always performed at festivals

•dance team also consisted of zhengting, jieqiong, and chengxiao

•so speaking of the dance team

•they were holding auditions soon to recruit two more members to fill in for the members that just graduated

•guess who decided to try out!!!

•if you guessed that it was you

•ding ding ding zeren you’re correct

•dancing was also something that you loved ever since you were a kid

•you loved how dancing allowed you to freely express yourself through all sorts of movements and there were no restrictions on what you had to do

•contrary to your life

•your parents expected you to become a doctor or just anything in the medical field. nothing else was allowed. they always disregarded your dreams and forced you to live the way they wanted you to. they’re always comparing you to their friends’ children too. like “so-and-so got accepted to one of the top universities. why aren’t you putting in more effort to be like him?” “so-and-so got all 100s on her report card, why aren’t you putting in more effort to be like her?”

•”why aren’t you putting in more effort to” was a phrase that you constantly heard throughout your life. they were never satisfied with your accomplishments. whenever you get high 90s on anything, they ask why didn’t you get 100s. they always say you don’t put in enough effort or you’re doing things half-heartedly when you really work as hard, if not harder, than the highest achievers. even when you get academic awards, they say “that’s how it should be”

•all you want is for them to acknowledge your achievements even if it’s just ONCE

•so when you got to college, you decided to go to one that was far from your home

•it also so happened to be the one your best friend, chengcheng, was going to, so you were more than content. you chose to be a pharmaceutical sciences major to satisfy your parents’ wish, but chose to try out for the dance team so you had something you were interested in in college. you wanted to join in your first year of college, but it was full ///:

•but not anymore !!

•so! onto auditions

•it was set to be in the afternoon exactly a week after the first semester began, and chengcheng went with you for support, but also because another good friend of his would be there

•you sat in one of the seats as you waited for your turn, and everyone was really talented so you were lowkey Shook™ and wanted to run away bc there’s no way that you can win against them?? but chengcheng wouldn’t let you

•when it was finally your turn, you were like !!!! the whole time you walked onto the stage. it’s not like you lacked confidence or anything, you were just nervous........cause y’kno......one of the judges was none other than THE ding zeren

•you’ve always watched him dance at festivals and you admired him a lot. not only did he have good as hECK looks, but he was such a skilled dancer

•but hey, you weren’t the only one admiring him. bc at one of the festivals, he was walking around w the dance team when he noticed you at your group’s stand selling snacks and his heart skipped a beat bc ?? you’re so beautiful ??? who are you ??? and before he could go to you, zzt pulled him away saying that they needed to prepare to perform soon. so today, he was determined to find out who you are and talk to you. but then he looked at your application form and was surprised bc ?? a pharmaceutical major?? joining the dance team???? everyone that auditioned so far were dance majors or fine arts majors. so as cute as you were, he was ready to complain to ting about how they’re gonna waste their time by watching your performance bc he really wasn’t expecting you to know how to dance, but no he froze the second you started moving. you were so graceful ??? and you controlled all of your movements so well. you hit every beat of the song and you gained more confidence as you danced

•soon, it was over and zeren over here was like :O

•so were all the other dance team members tbh

•cause, as yixing would’ve said, you had the balance

•they all unanimously agreed to recruit you

•after a couple more people performed, the dance members got together to choose the last person to join. then, zhengting came up on the stage. “thank you to all of you for showing your interest in joining our dance team!! you all are very talented, but sadly, we can only choose two members” he proceeded to give a little speech about how they shouldn’t give up even if they aren’t selected and that they should try again next time. when he finally announced the names, you were on the edge of your seat with your hand tightly holding chengcheng’s. “the first member we are accepting is.......zhou yanchen!” the auditorium erupted in applauds, and it took a few minutes for it to die down. “and the last member is....” you could only vaguely hear your name bc chengcheng immediately started screaming and jumped out of his seat. “I TOLD YOU THAT YOU’D MAKE IT I’M SO PROUD OF YOU” he’s such a precious kid i love him. lots of people were applauding for you too. you were still in shock when chengcheng shook you and nodded his head towards the stage, indicating you were supposed to be going up. you quickly stood up and nearly tripped as you made your way to the stage. you and yanchen bowed to the audience and judges before thanking them. the whole time, zeren couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he was awestruck by your talent and on top of that, you were gorgeous bro

•after auditions, chengcheng ran up onto the stage where you still stood, talking to yanchen. you saw him running up and expected him to go to you,, but nope he turned the opposite way and went up to zeren

•was he the friend that chengcheng was talking about??? THE ding zeren is friends with your idiot chengcheng?????? you were frozen as you stood there, staring at chengcheng and zeren speaking

•you only snapped out of it when zhengting came and started to tell you and yanchen more details about practice

•fast forward to a week later

•spring was coming !!! meaning that the spring festival was coming soon!! fun activities !!! cool performances !!!! gOoD fOoD !!!!!!!!

•so it’s been a decent amount of time since you were accepted, so you became fairly close with all of the members, especially yanchen and chengxiao. you and zeren only had small talk every now and then about the choreography, when practices were, or something stupid that chengcheng did recently

•anw back to the festival! the committee in charge of getting the festival ready decided bring back the romance concept. cause y’kno like flowers, love blossoms during the spring. i’m so poetic

•for the acts, you guys decided to send three groups to perform a medley of couple dances

•the pairings were chengxiao and zhengting, jieqiong and yanchen, and............you and zeren

•you were surprised when zhengting announced the pairings.........bc omg you were gonna dance with ding zeren..........to a couple song !!!!!!!!

•zhengting said the names were randomly chosen but he’s a liar he lowkey thought you two would look cute together but he totally wasn’t planning on telling anyone that. zeren was hoping you’d be his partner too tbh so the boy was thrilled to hear his name being called with yours. he’d been wanting to get to know you more but he never knew what to say or was too shy. but he managed to muster up the courage to ask if you were free that weekend to come up with a choreography

•you were super excited bro

•but had to come off chill so you were like oh,,,, yeah sure

•but on the inside you were screaming with joy

•when the weekend came, zeren knocked on your door. taking a deep breath, you checked your reflection in the mirror quickly before opening the door. you smiled and greeted him as he greeted you back, flashing a grin that exposed his dimples. your heart almost jumped out of your chest because wow he’s so adorable and good-looking??? he was dressed in sweatpants and a normal t-shirt.......but still....how can someone look so good???? you probably looked like a bum

•that’s not what zeren thought though. he thought you looked pretty with your hair tied up, a couple of loose strands framing your face. his gaze went down to your lips and noticed the shade of lipstick you applied was slightly lighter than what you usually had on before they quickly went back up to your eyes. neither of you realized you were just staring at each other until your roommate coughed, making you both flustered before zeren spoke up

•”oh, uh, ready to go?”

•“yeah! let’s go”

•so you both headed over to the practice room. it was kind of an awkward walk bc neither of you knew what to say nor have you been alone together. but halfway there, zeren decided to ask you something he’s been curious about

•“so...how come you’re not a dance major?”

•”ah...my parents didn’t want me to choose that. they wanted me to have a medical profession. it’s fine though, as long as they’re happy.”

•he noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as you said the last sentence, so he chose not to question you further. upon arriving at the practice room, you guys jumped right into it. first, you needed to choose a song. you and zeren looked through a list of songs prepared by ting and didn’t take long to settle with say you won’t let go by james arthur. as you listened to the song, your bodies flowed with the melody. but since this is a love song...........you had to be fairly intimate......and the thing is....... you were both flustered messes. you were either tripping over your own feet or you stepped onto each other’s feet. but overall, you guys were doing well, like you got most of what you needed down. so, you decided to call it a day and head back to your dorm rooms. as you were going back, you debated whether you should ask zeren to join you for dinner since it was already 7pm, but before you opened your mouth, zeren invited you to go to a restaurant with him. the restaurant that he took you to was relatively small and close to campus. as soon as you walked in, you were greeted by a warm aroma of freshly cooked noodles. an elderly woman, whom you assumed was the owner, cheerfully welcomed you in and led you to a table. she took your orders and before she left, she commented that this was the first time zeren came in with a girl and not his rowdy friends, causing zeren to groan and usher her to go away. she only smiled innocently before disappearing into the kitchen. shortly after, she came out with two bowls of noodles

•and it was love at first sight because they looked SO GOOD and after you finished drooling over the food, you tasted it and the taste was even better than its appearance like omg where has this restaurant been all my life. and as you ate your food, zeren started to ask you questions like “when did you start to dance?” and “why do you like to dance?” and once you gave your answers, he’d share his own answers before you asked him some questions

•and this went back and forth until both your bowls were empty. you could feel yourself opening up more with each question and the same thing goes for zeren. zeren hasn’t been able to feel this comfortable around someone that he wasn’t close to before. he really enjoyed being in your company and wished he had talked to you sooner afterwards, he walked you to your dorm before going to his own

•during the next couple of days, you and zeren spent more time together in the practice room (and quickly finished the choreo) and inevitably grew closer. as that happened, you started to notice that you’d see him around campus more often. one morning, you walked by his lecture room and saw him standing outside. you asked him why he didn’t go in and he answered that his teacher was late so he just waited outside. this continued every morning though like you’d see him just standing there on his phone or looking through a notebook, and when you walked by he’d always greet you with a smile and ask if you slept well or make some kind of small talk

•and you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t your favorite way to start your mornings

•he gave you coffee once saying that they messed up his order so he got another coffee for free but for some reason the “messed up” coffee was exactly how you liked your coffee so you were like ???

•other times, you’d pass by him on campus and he’d always wave enthusiastically with both hands no matter how far he was from you and honestly that’s just the cutest thing ever. or he would end the conversation with whoever he was talking to and then run over to you and ask where you were going next and he’d walk with you to your next class

•one morning, you walked by zeren’s class and didn’t see him. you thought that he must’ve just overslept, so you continued to your class. but afterwards, you still didn’t see him at the usual spots that he’d be hanging around, so you decided to call him, but he didn’t pick up. when you saw one of his friends walk by, you asked if he’s seen zeren but he said he hasn’t seen him since yesterday afternoon. worried, you decided to head over to his dorm to see if he was there. as you were walking to his dorm, it started to rain. you cursed under your breath as you began to run to the dormitory, but you still ended up getting soaked. upon arriving, you walked down the hallway, unsure which room was his. probably should’ve thought of that before coming but anw. as you continued down the hall, chengcheng came out of one of the rooms and saw you. “HEY, IT’S Y/N! wait, are you okay? you might catch a cold like that”

•”i’m fine! don’t worry. have you seen zeren? i haven’t seen him all morning and he wasn’t picking up my calls so i wanted to check if he was okay”

•”have you checked the library? he was having trouble sleeping last night so he went there”

•”oh, i’ll go there now. thanks” and you turned to leave but then started sneezing continuously. chengcheng took off his hoodie and threw it over your head

•”put that on. you’re already getting sick” and you thanked him again before pulling it over your head and going to the library. chengcheng just watched you leave and sighed. “they obviously like each other but they’re too dumb to realize it”

•when you got to the library, you went all around it but couldn’t find him. as you were leaving, you bumped into zhengting. you asked if he’s seen zeren, and he replied that zeren just woke up and is heading over to his class now. you were relieved to hear that he was okay, but now you were concerned about yourself because you were shivering and constantly sneezing. zhengting offered to take you to the infirmary or get some medicine for you bc he’s an angel but you declined and said that you should head to class now. anyways after all your classes were over, you went over to the practice room to rehearse. zeren came slightly later than the planned time, and you noticed that he wasn’t his usual upbeat self. like he greeted you half-heartedly and there was just a negative aura surrounding him. and you would’ve tried to cheer him up but you honestly had no stamina left like you really should’ve taken some medicine before coming

•and because of your lack of stamina, you began getting frustrated because you were constantly half a beat off. you could tell zeren was feeling frustrated too but he was trying to hold it in. but as soon as you stepped on his foot for the third time that day, he couldn’t control it anymore. “what’s wrong with you? why aren’t you putting any effort into this? is it because it’s not your major so you don’t care?” you would’ve been fine if he had only said the last sentence. but no his first sentences hit you hard, because memories of all the times that your parents said that to you came rushing back. you immediately grabbed your things and rushed out of the practice room, leaving zeren there alone. his frustration dissipated when he saw the upset expression on your face as you left. he let out a sigh as he went to the back of the room and sat down, leaning against the wall. not too long after you left, chengcheng came running in looking for you

•”where’s y/n??”

•“oh...she just left. why?”

•“i have some medicine for her cold. she was running all over the place looking for you even though it was pouring outside”

•and that’s when it hit him. you got sick while you were worrying about him, and yet you were trying your best to practice

•and he even yelled at you. feeling guilty, he grabbed the medicine from chengcheng and ran out of the practice room

•chengcheng just froze there and stared at his hand

•like bro what just happened

•zeren ran out of the performing arts building but then stopped. where could you have gone?? he contemplated calling you but he doubted you’d pick up. then, he remembered about the place you’d always go to when something upset you

•the rooftop

•the boy nearly flew up the stairs at the speed that he was running at. when he opened the door, he found you sitting with your back against the wall, one earbud in your ear, and your eyes closed. he took in a deep breath as he slowly approached you. you were slightly startled when you felt something nudge you, but relaxed when you saw it was zeren. “uh...hey. here’s your medicine”

•“oh, thanks”

•you were quiet as he explained, slowly starting to feel bad for storming out on him after how badly his day was going. you forgave him, saying that you understood why he acted that way after all that he went through before explaining exactly why you were upset by what he said. he listened attentively as you talked about your parents and all the expectations they had for you, and how they always dismissed it when you met those expectations, and how they were never supportive of you. he apologized again before pulling you into a hug, mumbling how he never meant to hurt you like that, or at all for that matter. you were surprised at first, but quickly returned the hug. zeren decided that there was no way that you could practice in this condition, so he took you back to your dorm. he came back not too long after leaving and brought you a bowl of noodle soup. you expected him to leave afterwards because you were more than thankful that he was that thoughtful, but no he invited himself in saying “my mom said that you should never leave a sick person alone so here i am. let’s watch a movie”

•and that’s how your roommate walked in to a sleeping you and zeren wrapped in a blanket and snuggling on the couch with hercules still playing and an empty bowl on the table

•she def took pictures for future references, and you were both embarrassed messes when she woke you up

•a couple days before the festival, you were completely well again and the three groups practiced together. everything went smoothly and you were all satisfied with how it went. on d-day, you were slightly nervous because this was the first time that you would be performing in front of such a hUGE crowd. but everyone in the dance team especially zeren reassured you that you would do great. after watching a couple of the performances, it was finally your group’s turn. the performance went so much better than you expected. like as soon as you stepped onto the stage, your nervousness melted away. the crowd loved the performance too like they were cheering louder than they did for the other ones

•so yeah!! spring fest performance was a big success, and zeren decided to ask you to go to disney to celebrate with him

•and of course you agreed

•and yanchen overheard him inviting you and he was like wow we used to be best buddies how could u leave me out

•unofficial date at disney!

part two

#ding zeren scenario #ding zeren au #ding zeren imagine #zeren scenario #zeren au #zeren imagine #idol producer scenario #idol producer au #nex7 #yuehua nex7 #idol producer #nex7 au #nex7 scenario

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forzhengting · 4 years

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201226 · hengdian getting off work · © 汨泺旧巷

#omg.... zhengting spy au ??#zhu zhengting #nex7 #nine percent #zztupdates #so i tried posting this like idk 20 min ago but tumblr was down but here we are now i love zhengting

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princekunge · 4 years

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YueHua Next Weibo Update with Ding Zeren 200825

这个浪漫的七夕，@Dzr_丁泽仁西装革履举手投足展绅士风度，与你们浪漫相约央视七夕新媒体直播节目《最美是今夕》，稍后直播见！

#ding zeren #zeren #nex7 #fav:zeren #ceo au vibes

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seungbo-today · 4 years

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I.. feel a lot

#justin #justin huang #huang minghao #my son #???#omg its the royal au #the masquerade part #nex7 #next #yuehua #yuehua next #insp2

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baobeejun · 4 years

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A big thank you to @princekunge for creating the royal au! [wenjun.]

if u haven’t read it u should!!!! big fan. it’s better than this art

#didn't think I'll ever post this but here we are #wenjun #bi wenjun #nex7 #royal au #wth was going thru my mind when I was doing this #pls b u r y this #I should work on background skills............#and colouring skill.........#fan art of a fan fic #cannot say it's my fav piece

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joonskisses · 5 years

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fan chengcheng, a cruel but warm-hearted goblin and protector of souls has been roaming the earth sorrowfully for thousands of years, can only end his suffering once he meets his human soulmate.

enter justin huang, a troubled boy cursed with the ability to see spirits and dead beings. with fate bringing them together, is this the start or end of their suffering?

warnings & etc: major character death (nothing to bad..), language, soulmate & lowkey sugar daddy au, side zhengkun

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daydreamer-au · 6 years

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Zhengting being a mom of NEX7 and NINE PERCENT

Zhu Zhengting can act like a child and he always needs attention of his members, but there are 20 moments when Zhengting was a supportive and caring mom for these boys.

1. Minghao has the habit of shaking his leg while he sits. Every time Zhengting sits next to him and notice this, he puts his hand on his knee to stop it.

2. Linkai and Minghao wanted to climb the stairs and jump off it together, but as soon as Zhengting saw it, he immediately came to stop them, because it could be dangerous.

3. When Xinchun came to the company, Zhengting was the first to speak to him. Xinchun also said that Zhengting had taught him a lot and helped to overcome many problems.

4. Minghao was leaning on Chengcheng but Zhengting told him to sit properly, because they were filming.

5. When the airport was too crowded, Zhengting tried to cover Justin from the fans who wanted to touch him.

6. Zhengting was picking up the ping pong balls and bottles off the stage floor and put them to the side. Zhengting said he should pick it so members don't step on it later.

7. Zhengting did Zeren and Wenjun’s make-up during Idol Producer.

8. Zhengting runs to cover Justin's exposed skin, because he's still underage and it was a live broadcast.

9. Zhengting tried to cover ChengCheng, when he had problems with the zipper on his jeans. There were a lot of fans, so Zhengting did not want these pictures to appear on Weibo and ChengCheng was embarrassed.

10. First Zhengting wanted to fix the banner of the TV channel, which Justin was holding incorrectly. However, after this, Justin's choker fell and Zhengting immediately picked it up, pretending that nothing had happened.

11. Baby Yanjun wanted to play with a magic wand, but they already had to go to the other members, so Zhengting had to drag him from the shop-window.

12. Zhengting noticed that Wenjun's wet hair covered his glasses, and walked over to take them aside.

13. Zhengting stopped ChengCheng from beating Linong with a plush unicorn.

14. Linkai was afraid to ride on a roller coaster, because it's too high. Zhengting heard this and immediately began to reassure him and say that Linkai had nothing to fear.

15. Wenjun and Zhengting had a photoshoot and they stood on high stones. When they were done and both turned to go down, Zhengting first tried to straighten Wenjun's shoulders (because he was always slouching). Then he very gently held him, so that Wenjun could safely descend to the bridge.

16. Zhengting noticed that Yanjun shows the sign of the NINE PERCENT with the wrong hand, and instantly corrected it so that the members could take a picture.

17. Okay, this is one of the best moments, because Zhengting behaves exactly like any mom. He literally called Justin his full name and told him not to force him to repeat it three times.

18. Zhengting was feeding Xukun right from his hand.

19. After the event Wenjun wanted to return to the hotel on one car, but Zhengting dragged him along with him to another car.

20. Let's end with the most precious moment that breaks the heart every time. In the final episode of the Idol Producer, all nine members of the band were announced and Wenjun took the 10th place. He did not cry until the Yuehuas ran up to him to comfort him. Look at how crying Zhengting very tightly embraces Wenjun to calm him and support.

So yeah, Zhu Zhengting is a wonderful and considerate person who always cares about his members.

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winwinjohnnyneedsmorelines · 4 years

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Hi!

so, this will be long *cough*

i’m new to tumblr, and decided to make one account since i love those fanfic stories here. and, um. Yeah, i’ll make stories too

you can call me ‘babygirl’ or whatever cute name.

i’ll write to :

- NCT ( 127, U, dream, wayv )

- GOT7

- X1

- Seventeen

- Nine percent

- NEX7

- Stray kids

anyway, you can request to those. I hope you enjoy my page somehow~

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29th of April 2020

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threeopossumsinacoat · 4 years

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Zhengting

(part of Head is Spinning)

Roles: graduate student!Zhengting x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: explicit language, public sexual encounters, derogatory terms (but you shut that shit down)

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Zhengting was a graduate student. He had been a TA for one of your art history classes last year. You didn’t sleep with him at the time--you have some principles--but the two of you eye fucked each other all semester long. You hooked up a few times in the spring when he wasn’t in charge of your grades anymore, and once over the summer, too. You aren't surprised to find him in the library on a Tuesday night. Well, it would be more accurate to say he finds you. He came looking for a book for his thesis when he saw you typing away on your laptop. There were rarely people in this section of the stacks because there weren’t many art majors who spent a whole lot of time in the library, and it was a pretty remote corner. Zhengting continues on his way to find his book after he sees you, but he circles back around after, like it’s a coincidence.

“Hey, Y/n,” you hear muffled over the sound of the instrumental music coming from your ear buds. He’s standing in front of you, across the table and your eyes follow all the way up from his hips to his thin, angular face, his light brown hair curls over his forehead. You pull one earbud out.

“Oh, hey, Zhengting,” you smile.

"Did that kid Justin get it touch with you?" he asks, standing with the book he picked up in one hand and his other hand in his pocket.

"Yeah," you say with a laugh.

He catches the look in your eye when you think about Justin on your couch. "Oh, no, you didn't ruin him did you?" he asks, his head turning to the side.

"No! I didn't. We just...made out a little bit," you admit.

"Y/n!" he says loudly in mock indignation.

"Shh! Zhengting!” you hiss, wanting him to not yell your name in the library. “It was just a little bit." You blush.

"You're such a whore for artists." He shakes his head at you.

“Oh, please. Centuries of male artists having their way with as many women as they wanted, but I’m not allowed to love men. To admire and appreciate their bodies?” you scoff.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You mind if I sit?"

"Sure,” you shrug.

There’s plenty of room at this table for both of you, but you’re surprised when, of the three empty chairs, he chooses to sit in the one to your left. You slide some of your stuff over a few inches to give him some space. He settles and opens his book like he’s going to read it, but he has no such intention. He pretends for long enough for you to go back to writing your paper. It takes you a minute to get your train of thought back and refocus on impressionism, but you get there.

After you’ve written a couple of sentences, you feel Zhengting’s warm hand on your thigh just above your knee. You look down at it, his pale broad hand sitting in stark contrast to the thin black leggings you’re wearing under a red cotton dress. You’re not quite sure what you should do. Zhengting likes to play. It’s like that game you used to play in high school where someone would put their hand on your thigh and slowly inched upward to test you until you said it was too much. That’s exactly what Zhengting is doing now. He wants to see if you’ll tell him to stop and when. You should definitely tell him to stop, but you don’t want to. You want to see just how far he’ll take it. Is he bluffing? Would he really try to touch you in the library? Will you let him?

He hasn’t moved his hand yet, not up, down or away. It’s just sitting there and after looking at his long fingers for a second you look back up at your computer screen without looking in his direction, playing along with his little sexual game of chicken. You hear him huff a laugh through the smile that must be plastered across his face, and now you’re pretending to read, too. He slides his hand a couple of inches up your leg, and your eyes involuntarily flick downward before coming up again without acknowledging him in any other way, but you know he’s looking at your face. Since he hasn’t been able to get to you yet he continues his journey toward the top of your thigh, pushing your dress up. He’s moving very slowly and gives your flesh a squeeze when he reaches your thickest part. His strong fingers knead into you, causing your heat to clench around nothing.

You clear your throat and look at him finally. “Can I help you?” you snark.

“I’m just wondering if I can help you,” he responds.

“How would you help me?” You’re dying to know.

“Well, you said you and Justin only made out last night. Knowing you, I’d guess that got you all high and tense. I bet you could use a little release.” His eyes have grown dark and his fingers have slipped from your inner thigh to your core, giving you just enough pressure to let you know he’s there.

“What makes you think I didn’t take care of myself?” you smirk.

He shrugs. “I was just checking,” he says, pulling his hand away.

You grab his wrist and look him in the eyes. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish, Zhu.”

His eyebrow twitches as his smile grows. He leans closer to you and returns his hand to cup your mound.

“Get back to work,” he says, jerking his chin toward your laptop. You twist your face up in a smile as you turn your face forward again, returning your hands to a typing position. He places his fingers flat over your covered opening, having to make some space for his hand between your closed thighs. You hear him gasp quietly when he bends his middle finger to graze your slit.

“You aren’t wearing underwear, are you?” he asks in a quiet, sultry voice.

You giggle. “Nope.” You desperately need to do laundry, but you’ve been too lazy and not had the time.

“You slut,” he teases.

You turn to him seriously. “Don’t call me a slut.”

“Oh, honey. I love it,” he assures you, but you’re not kidding. You can’t stand that word. You stare him down. “Fine, got it. You are a very naughty girl, though. Coming to the library with no panties, like you wanted me to touch you,” he smirks.

You turn back to your screen, as if you’re no longer interested in the firm strokes he’s giving you, but you’re not telling him to stop and you both know you don’t want him to. He can feel your heat and as he works over you he can feel your slick leaking out to wet your crotch.

“Oh, honey. I am going to ruin these leggings,” he mutters. You say nothing as he rubs circles around your most sensitive part. You’d been doing a pretty good job of acting unbothered up until that point, but now your hips jump in your seat. He feels the pulse of your clenching and drives his fingers down again, pushing your leggings into your folds as he goes. He’s enjoying the way you’re drenching your pants for him and he pushes harder, pressing into your yearning entrance. Your mouth falls open and your tongue sneaks out to wet your lips. Your leggings are old, getting threadbare, and Zhengting has just discovered the beginning of a hole in your crotch. He can feel your juice on his finger tip and he stops his movement for a moment before he digs his finger into the small hole, widening it.

“Oh my god,” he breaths, and you’re both a little lost in the headiness of this sudden turn. Zhengting’s finger is against your swollen flesh and all you can think of is having more. He seems to be thinking the same thing as he scoots his chair an inch or two closer to you. He pushes his finger deeper inside the hole, feeling your folds now. He dips his finger into your essence and sighs. Zhengting remembers loving the taste of you, and he’s wishing you weren’t in the library anymore. He’s considering throwing you on the table in front of him and making a meal of you.

“I’ll buy you new leggings,” he says just before he tears the hole wider, making your mouth drop open. He probes his finger inside of you, but can’t get very far with the angle you're sitting at. Without a word you slump in your chair a little, pushing your hips forward, and spread your knees apart so he can squeeze his finger inside of you, both of you sighing.

“Fuck. Have I ever told you how much I like your pussy?” he breathes in your ear, causing you to let your head fall back. He has actually, every time you two are together like this, but you’re not tired of hearing it.

“So fucking tight and wet,” he moans softly as he pushes another finger inside of you all the way up to your sweet spot and dragging the pads of his fingers back down against your wall. There are no words in your head to respond. You’re trying so hard not to make any sound at all as you grip your chair. He pulls his fingers back out to rub firm circles over your clit.

“Fuck, Zhengting,” you hiss, surprised how fast you’re rocketing toward your peak.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” he laughs, as if he’s not. “You love me getting you off in the library, you dirty girl,” he breathes.

You bite your lips between your teeth trying desperately to hold in your cries of pleasure as the tension builds in your stomach. You hear the ding of the elevator behind you and freeze, but he doesn’t stop.

Zhengting’s lips are against your ear. “You better come before they do,” he commands while he moves his fingers harder and faster against you. You hear footsteps coming in your direction and close your eyes tight.

“Fuck,” you gasp when you hit your climax.

Normally Zhengting would tease you through your shudders, driving you crazy, but he doesn’t wait to withdraw his fingers. You fall forward, burying your head in your arms on the table while he licks you off his fingers. He wipes his saliva on your leggings and you can only laugh because he already promised to replace them. The person who got off the elevator walks by you none the wiser.

“Oh my god,” you sigh happily, leaning back in your chair. You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead for the thin layer of sweat.

Zhengting laughs, too. “Can I drive you home?” he offers.

“Can you? You’d better. I’m not walking across campus to my apartment with my leggings ripped open,” you tell him quietly.

He shrugs. “The breeze might be refreshing.” You both laugh again. You gather your things and wait impatiently, squeezing your legs together, while he checks out his book at the circulation desk. Your dress is definitely covering you, but you still feel vulnerable.

He walks you out to his car and opens the door for you, which would seem gentlemanly if you didn’t know that it was because the automatic locks on his old beat up car don’t work, and if he hadn’t just fingered you in public.

“Your place or mine?” he asks as he starts the car.

You scoff. “Oh, so you think you should get off now, too?” you say in a tone that makes it clear he won’t.

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he laughs. He navigates easily to your apartment from memory. “Well, that was fun,” he says as he parks in front of your building.

“Yeah, let’s do it again sometime,” you grin and wink, knowing you will. You open the door and step out, holding down the back of your dress with your hand. “Oh, and don’t forget you owe me leggings!” you turn back to say before closing the door on his laughter.

#zhu zhengting #NEX7 au #NEX7 smut #NEX7 imagine

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nex7ism-blog · 6 years

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requests are open ♡

hi i’m not sure what to write rn so pls send in requests!!! i’m kinda new still to writing butttt i’ll do my best ^_^

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- nine percent

- oner

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yanjuniverse · 6 years

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The Way We Fell - Fan Chengcheng

[a/n: i’ll get around to writing all of this for nine percent one day] / masterlist

[cxk, cln, fcc, hmh, lyj, zzt, wzy, wlk, yzj]

God, what had you done in your past life to deserve him?

Fan Chengcheng, the music that name brought to your ears.

He was another kind of human. The two of you always bickered right down each other’s throats until Zhengting and Wenjun would try to separate you two. But, it never lasted long as you squirmed from their grips and back into each others’ arms, a heap on the floor laughing, pinching, giggling and happy.

You’re not sure how the two of you had met or when. You just knew that there were too many mutual friends that you shared with him.

And maybe it’s just his personality but you always thought that Fan Chengcheng was a definite grade A asshole. Even more so, the earliest memory you have with him ended with you throwing a drink in his face and stalking out of whatever bar Zeren had dragged you out to. And yet, despite being blinded by a shot of vodka to the eyes, he still stumbled out of the bar and gripped your wrist, dragging your screaming body to come back in so Zeren could take you home. “If you ended up dead or something, it would be my fault. Now stop being a bitch and wait for your babysitter.”

To this day, he refuses to get drunk around you. The two of you have had too many arguments and fights that he’s afraid you might actually stab him or something.

That’s why the one time he does get drunk around you, he’s flushed red with blood to find out the two of you had kissed rather than killed each other.

“At least the sexual tension is resolved,” Justin shrugs, whining when Chengcheng smacks his back. “Hey! That’s not nice!” he pouts. Chengcheng rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room to see you still asleep on his bed.

He flips the sheets and watches you tumble to the floor. He curses at you, yells a bit, gently shoves your arm then pins you to the floor and kisses you into oblivion.

Xinchun says he saw it coming as he collects a fat wad of money from the kitchen counter. He smiles and splits it with Quanzhe, inhaling the scent of the fresh dollar bills obnoxiously. Chengcheng curses them all as giggles fall from his gege’s mouths, his younger brothers biting back their smiles.

Yet, despite the fact that you make Chengcheng want to rip his hair out, he finds himself missing you a little too much when you’re away. It doesn’t take long before a dresser becomes half of his closet. He doesn’t mind. It means more time to spend teasing you.

You two still tease each other often. Sometimes, the lengths you two go to leaves the younger ones with wavering eyes. But in the end, Fan Chengcheng was an asshole but at least he was your asshole and to him, you were just as much.

He liked it. After growing up the way he did, he was happy to find someone to be real with him. He liked how you told him his shirt was ugly or that the way he did his hair looked like he just rolled out of bed (and not even the good kind). He liked when you told him he was getting too cocky. He liked when you pointed out all of his bad qualities.

Zhengting and Wenjun quietly watch him change over the next year. They watch him become a better version of himself because of you. He’s more grounded now. It makes everyone smile when they find the two of you swaying quietly in the kitchen to some song he was playing from his phone. They like how brightly his eyes shine now. They like you. You have his back in a way none of them could ever. He listens to you. He opens up to you. He loves you.

It takes him a while to admit it. You guys have dated for more than a year already. After a late night conversation with Zeren, he gets the younger one to admit his feelings. Chengcheng finds himself breaking out into a grin as he tests the new like out on his tongue. “I love you, YN,” he repeats to himself as Zeren chuckles.

He thinks that maybe he should tell you in some extravagant way. Maybe he’ll set up a whole dinner complete with lights and candles and your favorite dish that he’ll make himself. Maybe he’ll set out balloons and streamers and write you a song.

But when you come home today and bring home his favorite food without asking if he’s hungry, he just stares at you. He watches you move around him. He watches you catch up on his favorite show while the two of you eat. He lets you pull him into the shower and smiles as you kiss him in all of his favorite places. He sees that you’ve changed your shampoo too into his favorite scent and you belt out the words to his favorite song.

The two of you are laying int he darkness, your back pressed flush to him as his hand sneaks it’s way under your shirt. The two of you fall into a fit of giggles and grunts.

When you finish, he carefully cleans you up before settling back next to you again, a dazed look on your face.

“I love you,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

And he doesn’t think he’s ever heard words sweeter than this.

You guys share another trip around the sun. It’s hard for Chengcheng sometimes. He doesn’t like bickering as much as he used to and it annoys him when you smack him with a pillow during every argument. But he wants to be with you. He pieces you back together after every fight and pins you against the floor until your lips are bruised and swollen.

He knows you find it hard sometimes too. With him being away for tours and all, having to keep this relationship a secret, not being able to go out on proper dates. But you survive it because at the end of the day, Chengcheng is yours and you are his.

You guys are pushing into two and a half years when he tells you that the company wants him to start fake dating one of the other girls. He watches your face break and hears the pieces of your heart crumble to the floor. You want to yell at his company. You want to ask why he couldn’t go public with you but he could go public with her. And he explains it as bluntly as you would.

“She’s famous. You’re not.”

You frown and let him hold you as you cry. He promises that she’ll be nothing more than a coworker and that this is for the benefit of the band. It’s show business and this happens more times than you may think.

When your hot tears finally run dry, he pins you down once more and fills you up, promising that it will always be you.

The fake dating starts a month later. The two of them have to pretend that they’re sneaking around for a while which means more nights than not, Chengcheng will slip into bed at an ungodly hour.

The news articles slowly start to pop up and before you know it, the company comfirms the relationship. NEX7 becomes the trending topic on all social media platforms for the next week.

Chengcheng realizes that since he has to spend a lot more time with her, he might as well get to know her.

She’s nothing like you, he notes. The exact opposite actually. She never tried to pick fights with him. She was nice and pretty funny too. He always had a good time when the two of them hung out.

You find yourself crying at all the pictures they post together on social media. They look like an actual couple. Justin finds you a mess on the kitchen floor and tries his best to comfort you the best he can but it doesn’t work because in the end, Justin is Justin. He’s not Chengcheng. Chengcheng is out at some fancy dinner with her and you’re trapped in this house with nothing to stare at except the pictures on the wall.

But the little one still tries his best as he pulls some ice cream from the freezer. He goes on a whole rant about how the girl seems a little sketchy and that he and Quanzhe have mutually agreed that you’re the better one of the two. When you ask about what the others think, he explains that they’ve already brought it up to their managers that they don’t want her around here. Chengcheng can go to her place but she can’t come here. They all love you too much for that to happen.

Justin makes you laugh and shares some stories with you before he takes your hand and brings you to the living room. He calls Zeren and Xinchun down and the four of you watch movie after movie until you finally drift to sleep.

You only wake up to someone laying on top of you an try to hold back your tears when you realize he doesn’t smell like himself. He smells like her.

Chengcheng spends less time with you and more time with her now a days. Sometimes, when you cut the corner of the halls too fast, you can hear Zhengting scolding someone on the phone. You want to ask who he’s speaking with but he tells you that it’s no one every time.

You’re growing tired of this. You rant over the phone to Ziyi, someone you had grown close to when Chengcheng still hung around his former Nine Percent members. He tells you that if you want to get away, he’ll come get you and you can stay with him and Xukun for a while. You tell him there’s no need just as a tipsy Chengcheng walks through the door. You hang up, get Chengcheng cleaned up and then try your best to ignore the red bruise that taunts you as you lay on his chest to rest.

It starts to head south after you bring it up to Chengcheng. He says it was from you but it most definitely wasn’t from you. You two scream at each other, arguing and throwing things around the room until Wenjun and Zhengting come and pull you apart. You two don’t look for each other after that.

You endure this sort of thing for another month until one day, Ziyi unexpectedly calls you. It’s almost three in the morning and he tells you that Xukun had a dream about you and wants him to check up on you. You end up falling to the floor sobbing. Ziyi and Xukun arrive the next day unannounced and pack your things for you. Chengcheng watches blankly from the door and you’re not sure what breaks you more: the fact that he doesn’t try to stop you from leaving or the fact that it’s his members begging not to go.

“She’s good for you,” you tell him as he stands in front of the house. “You and I...we had a good run.”

“But I still love you,” his voice cracks.

You shake your head. “It’s impossible to love two people at once.”

Quanzhe and Justin are on their knees sobbing, begging you not to go. “Who will take care of us? Who will take care of Chengcheng?” they ask you.

You tell them that they will find a way. That traces of you will slowly become a faint memory. Wenjun, Zeren, Zhengting and Xinchun quietly wipe their tears. They won’t stop you. They know you’ve been suffering for far too long.

As Xukun opens the door for you, Justin screams at Chengcheng. “How could you?!” he yells, punching him pathetically in the chest. “The one person who rode it out for you through thick and thin! And you’re just going to let them go like this?!”

Chengcheng stares at the little one as Zhengting ushers him away. He’s still screaming at the top of his lungs for you to stay. And you almost do. But Xukun reminds you that you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you to live here so miserably. You’ve lost weight, you’re pale. Being with Chengcheng had literally made you sick. He and Ziyi want whats best for you.

Right before Xukun can shut the door, Chengcheng catches it. They exhange a look before Xukun mutters that they have a flight to catch and slides into the front seat.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“That’s just life, isn’t it?” you smile sadly. He nods, resting his forehead against yours and sighing.

“What an honor it was to fall in love with you,” he says. “To have been able to become the person I am today because of you.”

“Don’t break her heart the way you did mine,” you tell him. He nods, opening his eyes to look at you. “Take care of yourself, Fan Chengcheng.”

He leans forward, lips centimeters away from yours. You wait for the impact to come but it never does. He pulls away, wiping a tear from the side of his eyes and nods again. He shuts the door and leaves back into the house without one spare look. The others quietly wave, watching you from the steps.

You go two months without contact to any of them.

You like staying with Xukun and Ziyi. Since retiring from the limelight because they wanted to be together, you realized that maybe, if Chengcheng really loved you the way he said he did, he’d choose the same path as them.

They feed you well and get you a job at a local animal shelter down the street from their house. The three of you adopt a small dog and Ziyi says they should name it Zhangjing when the boy comes to visit.

Life keeps on moving. The sun still rises. The moon still falls. And you realize that maybe, you had put too much effort into your relationship with Chengcheng. Or maybe you noticed that he didn’t put enough in. You slowly forget about the days at the NEX7 house though members do take the time to check up on you. Hell, Justin even came to stay with you for two weeks when he finally had a break.

He tells you quietly that Chengcheng is engaged now. He asks if you want to come to the wedding but tells you that you don’t have to for obvious reasons. You tell him that your job won’t allow you to take such time off. He tells you two days isn’t a lot and says it’s okay to say that it still hurts to look at Chengcheng. You smile at how smart he is, at how much he’s grown. You two fall asleep on the couch to a movie marathon after gobbling down a whole tub of ice cream together.

The day of the wedding comes and goes and life still goes on. The moon is still falling. The sun is still rising.

You eventually move out of Ziyi and Xukun’s home. Your apartment is about a ten minute walk from them and it’s nice and cozy. You hang pictures of Ziyi, Xukun, even Justin has a small frame that sits on your bedside table.

After a month of living there, you check your mail and flip through it. There’s the usual junk and bills but one thing catches your eyes. You leave it sitting on your counter for a month.

Since moving into your apartment, you have met with someone new. His name is Yanchen and he’s sweeter than candy. He kisses you gently and never raises his voice. He takes you around town and shows you the bookstore he works in.

You find yourself wanting to tell him you love him the night you remember the envelope that sits on your counter. After chugging half a bottle of wine, you open it up. The words blur together but you know it’s from him.

He says he’s lived a life full of regrets and that you, you will never be one of them. He tells you he’s getting married soon and doesn’t expect you to be there. He tells you that he probably won’t even send this out in time but he hopes that one day, it’ll get to you. He still thinks about you, if you’re well or healthy. He hopes that you still don’t carry around the same hate for him. He says he understands why you left him. He was very undeserving of you. You probably saw the way Ziyi and Xukun left fame and wondered why he couldn’t too. He wants you to find someone who will always put you first the way you did for him. He rambles on and on for two pages before signing off “yours, and forever yours, Xixi.”

The way you had fallen for Chengcheng may had been too fast. You learned that much from him. With Yanchen, you’ll put your feelings before his and express your likes and dislikes in a calmer manner. You hope that the way you fall for Yanchen will be different from the way you fell with Chengcheng.

And it was.

So, on your wedding night, you write back to Chengcheng.

You explain why you never reached an invitation out to him and how Justin said that you have a kid running around now. You hope he’s happy and that he’s putting himself first. You hope he remembers to breathe and that the world will still turn so he shouldn’t get upset over little things anymore. You ramble for only a paragraph before writing one last thing.

“I hope that you can give all of yourself to her. Loving two people is impossible, Fan Chengcheng. Give her your all the way you never did for me. Fall in love with her the way I’ve fallen for Yanchen. Only then, will you be able to write me back without tear stained sheets. Until then, farewell. -Yanchen’s and forever Yanchen’s, YN”

He doesn’t write you back.

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princekunge · 5 years

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Prince!Zeren AU

A birthday post for myself (lol) | Length: 2,174 words | Masterlist

You were new to the palace

Having only been hired a month before you were still learning the ins and outs, the dos and don’ts of palace life

However despite being new to the palace…there were some thing things you had learned very quickly

Like you knew that Prince Zeren was always up by sunrise to begin training with Guard!Justin and Guard!Chengcheng

That Guard!Justin spent most of his time on guard duty figuring out ways to antagonize Royal Adviser!Wenjun and Tailor!Zhengting instead of actually doing his job.

That Kitchen Boy!Quanzhe was more than willing to sneak you some extra food now and again to send to your mother in the village

And that Royal Adviser!Wenjun was a stickler for the rules.

But most of all you learned that everyone loved Prince Zeren.

Everyone.

Maybe it was the fact that he always made time to greet the staff as they walked past, greeting them with a bow and a smile that showed off his famous dimple

Or maybe it was how diligent he was in his studies and training, always the first to rise and the last to sleep

So far in your time at the palace you had never encountered Prince Zeren.

It wasn’t that you were going out of your way to avoid him

No, in fact you were rather hoping to meet him.

The closest you had gotten was seeing him across the courtyard training with Guard!Chengcheng as you were on your way to bring Tailor!Zhengting his washed linens

and hearing his voice echo through the hallways as he spoke with Royal Adviser!Wenjun about political affairs

Your paths never seemed to cross ….almost as if fate was keeping you apart

Or perhaps fate was simply waiting

Because when you finally did cross paths with Prince Zeren nothing was ever the same

Guard!Justin had finished his duties for the day, and had taken it upon himself to follow you around the palace

He had discovered that antagonizing you was just as fun as messing with Tailor!Zhengting and Royal Adviser!Wenjun...and that he got in a lot less trouble for it

Today he was bombarding you with questions, playfully shoving you, and tugging on your hair as you tried to work

You were completely annoyed

It wasn’t that you disliked Guard!Justin

Normally you took his pestering in stride, and enjoyed his teasing nature

But today everything was going wrong.

You had tripped carrying the Prince’s freshly washed bed sheets, dropping them in the mud forcing you to take them to be washed again while getting yelled at by the head maid.

You had been further yelled at in the kitchens for running late to breakfast and they wouldn’t listen to you when you tried to explain it was because visiting Prince!Xinchun had asked you to show him to the stables.

And finally one of Tailor!Zhengting’s orders of fabric didn’t arrive as expected and so he had been in a terrible mood all afternoon, unfortunately taking some of it out on you

So when Guard!Justin knocked into you as you were rounding a corner, pushing you into someone coming from the opposite direction, knocking you both to the floor, you broke down.

“Huang Minghao! I’ve had enough of your teasing today can’t you just leave me alone!” You cried.

Guard!Justin froze in surprise at your outburst and quickly backed away as the figure you had run into waved him off.

You felt a hand softly touch your shoulder. “Are you all right?” A concerned voice asked.

You drew your knees up to your chest and buried your head in your arms to try and hide your tears “No, everything is going wrong today...I wouldn’t be surprised if the prince himself fired me today...”

“Now why would I do that?” The voice asked.

You looked up in shock to see Prince Zeren sitting beside you on the ground giving you a soft smile.

“Your highness!” You gasped wiping your tears from your face and scrambling to stand up, only to trip over your feet and fall down again.

“Please..calm down...it’s ok” Zeren assured you before standing up and extending a hand towards your sitting figure

Hesitantly you took his hand and allowed him to help you off the ground, feeling as if you were floating in a dream.

“What’s your name?” He asked once you were both standing. He had let go of your hand once you were on your feet, but your hand still felt like it was on fire from the contact.

The Prince had helped YOU, the prince had held your hand! The thought of it all was scandalous

It finally registered that he had asked you a question and you quickly gave him your name, hoping that he wasn’t asking so that he could report you.

But the Prince just smiled at you, showing off that famous dimple, and you felt your heart melt

“I’m sorry to hear that today is going so poorly, but I promise I’m not going to fire you. We just met after all...hopefully tomorrow will be better”

“Y-your highness please forgive me I d-didn’t...”

Prince Zeren held up his hand and you fell silent

“No need to apologize. It was an accident and besides...I finally got to meet you”

Zeren winked at you and you flushed bright red, confused by what he meant.

“Now you’ll have to excuse me. Wenjun wants to discuss with Prince Xinchun and myself some trade opportunities and I’d hate for him to scold me again for being late.”

The Prince bowed before walking away leaving you slightly dazed, alone in the hallway

After that day you began to see Prince Zeren everywhere.

He would greet you as he walked with Royal Adviser!Wenjun, who would look at you confused because while the Prince always took time to greet his staff during the day, you were the only one he ever greeted by name.

While he trained he would give you a mischievous smile and a wink before showing off a particularly difficult flourish, beating Guard!Chengcheng or Guard!Justin at their spar

You would pass each other as he was leaving his room at sunrise and he would always pause to give you a sleepy smile and a soft “good morning,” his hair still slightly a mess.

Those were always your favorite moments

The other staff began to whisper among themselves wondering if something was going on between the two of you. The maids would look at you in jealousy, and the older staff would scoff at the impropriety.

Eventually even Tailor!Zhengting had heard and asked you about it.

“Is there something going on between you and Prince Zeren?”

He asked as you delivered his linens one morning.

You sputtered, “No, of course not that would be ridiculous!” You exclaimed, but Zhengting just gave you a look

And you really couldn’t blame him

You noticed that the Prince treated you differently than the rest of the staff

It was hard NOT to notice

He gave you extra attention, called you by name, and went out of his way to see you every day

But you couldn’t understand why

It wasn’t until Guard!Chengcheng showed up to your door with a shit-eating grin holding a bouquet or flowers that you began to understand

“For you” He grinned

You blinked in surprise at the large display of flowers, all a multitude of colors and types

“Who are they from?” You asked dumbly

Guard!Chengcheng rolled his eyes “From the Prince of course, he said he didn’t know which was your favorite so he requested as many as possible be sent to you”

“He...he told you to deliver them to me?” You replied almost in disbelief

That shit-eating grin appeared again “Nope, I volunteered. Wanted to see your face when I told you and it was every bit as hilarious as I thought it would be.”

From that day on you began to become even more aware of Prince Zeren’s presence

His quiet greetings, mischievous smiles, almost as if you two were sharing a secret

One morning, as the sun began to rise, Prince Zeren came and found you among the quiet halls of the palace

“Did you like the flowers I sent you?”

You jumped, almost dropping the basket you were carrying, surprised to hear his voice

“Your highness” You bowed trying to hid the blush that was rising to your cheeks “The flowers were beautiful” You replied

Prince Zeren smiled, showing his dimple, obviously pleased with himself

“I’m glad to hear that.... which was your favorite?” He inquired leaning in closer to you.

It was impossible to hide your blush at this point “Um...I don’t know they were all so beautiful...”

“Hmmm well I’ll just have to keep sending them so you can decide” He replied. “....I’m afraid I have to get to my morning training now,” He said almost sadly

He grabbed a hold of your hand and brought it to his lips.“I hope I can see you again today.” He confessed his breath ghosting across the top of your hand, before kissing it softly

He gave you another smile before walking away down the hall.

Your basket and duties were now completely forgotten as you held your hand close to your chest, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart

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Pairing: Zhu Zhengting x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut; Roommate!ZZT

Word Count: 837

Warning(s): Explicit Content; Swearing

A/N: I’m putting this all under the cut so like if you’re: (a) under 18 and/or (b) are in any way uncomfortable with sexual stuff, then please don’t click on the ‘keep reading.’

When Zhengting returns from his classes earlier than he usually does because the second-half lectures got cancelled, he doesn’t expect the first sound he hears when he enters to be the sound of your half-moaning, half-screaming his name. When he walks towards your room and finds your door ajar, he doesn’t expect to find you in bed, wearing nothing but a shirt which has been pushed up to make it easy for you to finger yourself under your underwear. Logically speaking, it was a valid enough reason for him to be transfixed at your door, his cheeks burning and his breath faster than usual.

It doesn’t help either that you’re so into it– so unaware of your surroundings, your face flushed, your hair all over the place as moan again, pressing your clitoris which makes your hips buck forward. One of your hands massages your breast, haphazardly, pressing your nipple which makes you gasp. It’s all too much for Zhengting to witness– which would explain the boner he has. He should not be witnessing this– he shouldn’t even be aware of this but he can’t bring himself to look away; he can’t help but wonder if you’d still be as loud if those were his fingers. Fuck, if it was his tongue instead.

“I could make you go louder.” You sit up at the words, hands pulling away at the speed of light and your cheeks turning crimson at the realization. “Zhengting,” you breathe out, making him raise an eyebrow. “You weren’t supposed to be back so soon.”

He chuckles lowly and you can’t help but find it hot– whether it was in the heat of the moment or because it wasn’t usually that he sounded so patronizing, you decide was a riddle for another time. “Did you have fun imagining the things you’d want me to do to you?”

“I- that’s not what I was thinking about,” you try, looking away. “I wasn’t thinking about you.”

“Definitely not, you were moaning my name for something else entirely,” he retorts, walking closer to the bed. “Don’t lie to yourself– or to me, for that matter sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches at how close he is, his hand so achingly close to your core. He notices how your gaze shifts from his face to his hands and then to the space between your legs and he smirks, his own eyes darkening with lust. “Maybe if you admit the truth, I’ll give you what you really want,” he whispers, leaning so close to your ear that his lips brush against them– the sensation makes you ache with desire.

“Zhengting please,” you whine, incapable of giving up the offer. “I’ll do anything– just please.”

“Please what?” his voice is teasing to the point it is taunting.

“Fuck me, please,” you whimper, almost moaning when his hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck me like I was imagining it,” you plead, watching his hand inch closer.

It seems to satisfy him enough because he wastes no time in palming your core over your underwear once the words have slipped out of your mouth– massaging the area, kneading it so gently that it almost makes you cry with overstimulation. “Have you cum yet?” he asks, lowly and you shake your head in response.

“I was–” you stop mid-sentence as Zhengting presses his palm against your gland. “Zh-zhengting fuck,” you rasp, your voice shaking as you realize that he’s slipped his hand under your pant. Your legs clench together, hips bucking forward at the feeling, forcing him to use his other hand to pry them apart.

“Oh no, baby,” he shakes his head. “You don’t get to do that now.” His fingers rub against your core and you can feel your knees weaken at the sensation. “You’re soaked,” he comments, pressing his fingers gently against your clit, making you moan and lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so swollen,” he continues, tugging slightly at your lips before he rubs his fingers against them, “I can feel my fingers soaked.” It makes you shudder, letting out a sigh against his shoulder.

“Why don’t you cum now, baby?” he whispers, this time nipping gently at the top of your ear as he presses your core between two fingers. This time when your hips jut forward– your core pressing against the back of his fingers, his name falling out in a cry from your lips– he lets you do as you please. Even when you fall back on your pillow after the release.

“Fuck,” is all you can say, as he pulls away slightly, letting you spread your legs. “Fuck.”

“Maybe next time, sweetheart,” he responds, stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket, his voice amused. “That was enough fun for now– even if you didn’t last nearly long enough– maybe you should get some sleep.” With that, he walks out of your room, closing the door behind him.

You consider worrying about how your relationship with your roommate may be potentially ruined to awkwardness after this event but can’t bother with the tiredness of being overstimulated– thanks to both your wanton ways and the fingers of the aforementioned roommate– finally taking over you, making you give into a deep nap.

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