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linkeai · 6 years ago

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hockey boy → fan chengcheng ( nex7 / nine percent ) → summary: you know you should take your own advice and stay away from the hockey boys, but when he gives you that smile how can you say no? → warning(s): female reader, swearing, mentions of bullying (?), idk like nudes nd other messed up high school stuff, → genre: hockey! au, fluff, bulletpoints → word count: 4,338

it’s not that there’s anything wrong with hockey players okay

usually, it’s a given that the boys who play on the hockey teams are irritatingly gorgeous for whatever reason

and there’s nothing like seeing the whole pack of them walk down the corridor in their jerseys, sporting flashy smiles and perfectly gelled hair

but that was all they really had going for them

they were pretty, sure - but hockey is a smelly sport!

not only that, but there’s also the stereotype that boys with pretty faces use them to do ugly things

and as far you were concerned, that’s exactly what the hockey boys at your school did

they were known for throwing expensive parties, getting an eyebrow-raising amount of instagram likes and snatching up all the pretty girls in the school

the thing was, once they got the girls, they never kept them around for long

they had this system - like a kill count

but instead of counting how many enemies they could take out on a video game, they counted how many girls they’d slept with

it was a pretty gross practice

sure, they were known for their pretty faces and their crazy parties

but they were also known for the group chats where they exchanged nude pictures girls had sent them - which regularly ended up with the whole school and probably more seeing the naked body of a poor girl who trusted a hockey player.

you were not going to be one of those girls.

you promised yourself when you went into high school that you would avoid the hockey players like the black plague. you had no time for their games.

it didn’t really matter anyway, it turned out, because you were never one of the girls they were after

until fan chengcheng

fan chengcheng was a winger on the team - with a bright smile and brown hair pushed back off his face

he was also ridiculously rich and when the hockey team was throwing a party, chengcheng was their man

he was one of the quieter ones though - when you overheard the boys talking about their gross little hobbies during class, he was always quiet with his face forward listening to the lesson

but you still rolled your eyes when he sent you the selfie you posted on your snapchat story with “ur cute lol wyd?”

yeah.. no thanks

and that was only the beginning

it had been incredibly awkward because he sat right next to you at the bench in biology - so close you were practically on top of him given the slight overcrowding of the AP class.

and when you went into the class the next day, you almost tripped over your own feet when he shot you a blinding grin from where he was already sitting in his designated seat, wearing the stupid red jersey with his chin propped on his hand

it really didn’t help that he was so attractive.

you mustered an awkward smile back as you took your seat beside him and started preparing for class

you almost stabbed yourself with your pencil when he swiveled his body to face you and said, “how come you didn’t answer me yesterday? that hurt my feelings, y’know.”

you swallowed, glancing over at him and seeing the pout on his lips and the sly look in his eyes.

and all you could think was, “guess i’ll die!”

“i, uh, forgot,” you chuckled weakly, opening your notebook and clicking your pencil.

he hummed, the tone suggesting that he didn’t believe you.

you were hoping the weird creatures in the jars lined up on the shelves would spring to life and eat you alive to save you from this situation.

he leaned forward slightly over the bench, forcing you to look at his face. when you did, you were startled into silence at how close he was.

“you’ll answer me next time, though, right?”

“uh.. yeah.”

dammit, y/n.

“cool!” he chirped, turning in his seat and flipping open his own notebook as the lesson started

somehow, you knew he was very serious about “next time.”

very soon after, you would found out that he most definitely was.

every day for the next week, he would somehow find you wherever you were and try to start a conversation with you

one day, you were in the art room during lunchtime finishing up a project when the quiet room was flooded with noise. looking up from your painting, you shrank into your seat as several boys from the hockey team traipsed around and crowded around a table where two other players sat finishing their projects quietly.

amongst them, one face you had been actively avoiding throughout the day

but you couldn’t look away as he looked up from his friends and started looking around the room like he was looking for someone.

was he looking for you?

you supposed he was, because when he saw you sinking deeper into your chair with a grimace on your face, he broke out into a grin.

he said something quickly to his friends and you winced as they all looked up, smiling wolfishly in your direction before looking away

oh god, why you?

chengcheng padded over across the room and chose the seat adjacent to you, completely disregarding the other girl who you didn’t know but usually sat with gawking at him in complete and utter confusion

“hey, y/n.” he greeted, turning the seat around and sitting with his arms folded over the back.

“hi,” you grumbled, trying to pretend like you weren’t flustered by both the situation and how devastatingly attractive he looked sitting in that position.

“woah, you’re really good at that!” he said loudly, shifting so he could get a better look at your painting.

you smiled, genuinely as you looked down at your painting of a park. it was coming along pretty good.

“thank you,” you said, not missing the gleam of determination in his eyes when you finally smiled at him.

“so, i have a proposal.” he says, clearing throat and looking at you seriously.

you raise an eyebrow, avoiding his face and touching up the shading on your painted lake. “okay..”

“go on a date with me.”

and just like that, there's a snake in the water.

you must have looked about as surprised as you felt because he laughed nervously, eyes avoiding yours.

“wait,” you said, setting down your paintbrush. “wait, like, really?”

he laid his head down on his folded arms, looking up at you like a puppy dog.

“yeah, really. i like you.”

“like me,” you sputtered before you could stop yourself. “why on earth do you like me?”

his head came back up and he tilted it slightly in confusion. “well I don’t know, y/n, why is the sky blue?” he said sarcastically. “I just like you. I think you’re cool.”

cool, you retorted inwardly. he thinks you’re cool

“and i also think you’re really pretty - and i like how you kind of keep to yourself, and also how you don’t seem at all interested in me.”

you blushed as red as the red paint all over the side of your hand - god, he was too smooth.

“when?” you conceded before you could stop yourself.

he smiled happily, and you watched, almost disturbed as his face glowed pink and he started mumbling and fidgeting in his pocket.

“um - uh, i mean, i’m free on like, wednesday?? it’s friday now right - hold on, why don’t you give me your um, number, i hate messaging on snapchat.”

you watched, amazed as he removed his phone from his pocket and dropped it on the floor with a muttered swear. he wiped his palms on his jeans before unlocking it and handing it to you with a nervous smile.

where did the confident hockey boy go?

you put your number in his phone and handed it back to him, watching as he fiddled with it for a second before sliding it back in his pocket.

“it’s supposed to rain on monday and i have practice on tuesday, so is wednesday good for you?” he asked, drumming his fingers on the table.

“wednesday is good for me,” you affirmed, stilled awed by the rich, handsome hockey player fan chengcheng actually blushing because of you - it was like you were in some weird alternate universe

his friends called out to him and seconds later the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch

he stood from his chair, already turning to leave when he looked back over his shoulder at you “so wednesday! how does skating sound?”

he was already walking away when you called back, “i can’t skate!”

halfway out the door, he just grinned and shouted “i’ll teach you!” before disappearing out into the noisy hallway after his rowdy friends

as he disappeared you slumped all the way down in your chair in defeat, closing your eyes before the girl next to you spoke to you for the first time.

“giiiiirllllll…….”

and that pretty much summed it up.

later on, you told your friends and they clowned you endlessly for agreeing to a date with a hockey player and breaking your own #1 rule of high school dating

somehow, you had a feeling you were going to be proven wrong by him, but a part of you still nagged that he was going to fuck you over

still, you couldn’t help but grin every time your phone dinged with another message from him or he sent you another snapchat of his face

from where you were standing, you had already fucked yourself over.

over the weekend and the two days leading up to your date, you texted him pretty much nonstop. he answered really fast, even telling you once on tuesday that he had to go practice because he was getting yelled at for texting you so much.

you were kind of confused - were you just falling for the trap? is that what these boys did? made you feel like they were different then broke your heart and added you to the kill count?

you couldn’t seem to ease the pit in your stomach as you waited for him to pick you up wednesday evening.

you had a pair of old white skates in your hand and you were dressed nice and warm for the winter - the skates were your mothers, and luckily they fit you well enough even though you had no idea how to tie them properly or, even more pressing, how to fucking skate.

chengcheng arrived in his beloved black truck, hopping out and jogging up to your door. you watched in amazement as he greeted your parents with a bright grin and a promise that he’d have you home before it was too late

your heart was beating painfully hard as you followed him down the driveway and got into the passenger side when he opened the door for you.

you saw the sheepish smile on his face as he closed the door after you and jogged around to sit in the driver's seat.

he got in and turned on the heater, rubbing his hands together and turning on the radio.

you were expecting the ride to wherever he was taking you to be awkward as hell, but chengcheng was full of surprises as always and launched into a detailed, passionate story about how one of his “dickhead friends” had hit him in the back with their stick the day before at practice and then something about his sister

you kind of missed the last part, mostly because of your heart falling out of your ass when he pulled up to a pond instead of a rink.

you were panicking inside as he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached around to grab his skates from the backseat.

he stopped to look at you before he got out, confused by you sitting frozen in the passenger's seat

“y/n?”

“right,” you said quickly, clearing your throat and unbuckling your seatbelt. “yeah, just hate the cold.”

he chuckled and you laughed nervously to mask the crippling fear that was overcoming you

you got out of the car and followed him to the wharf, slightly trembling as you stared at the few other people skating around on the frozen pond.

it was just starting to get dark, the sky was blue and everything looked sort of magical, but it was hard to feel the vibe when you were 100% sure you were going to drown

chengcheng sat down on a bench and took off his boots, slipping on his bulky hockey skates and tying them up with ease. you sat down beside him and awkwardly tried to mimic his movements.

he was finished quickly and looked around while you fumbled with your skates. you didn’t want to ask for help even though you desperately needed it

eventually, you sighed loudly and caught chengcheng’s attention, who immediately laughed when he saw the predicament you were in.

“you’re so cute,” he cooed and got up from the bench, kneeling in the snow in front of you. “here, let me help you.”

you bit your cheek as he propped your foot up on his knee and undid the mess you made and started tying them properly.

you were hoping the red on your cheeks could be played off as frostbite.

he finished quickly and smiled up at you, extending a hand and helping you onto your feet.

you clung onto his arm, relying on him to keep you from falling as you tried to walk with the skates on in the stupid snow.

as you neared the pond, your heart started to beat faster and you realized just how much you really, really didn’t wanna go on the ice

unconsciously, your once timid hold on chengcheng’s arm turned into a death grip and he stopped walking, turning his head to look at you.

“are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

you nodded meekly, swallowing the lump in your throat. you were so sure that you were going to fall in even though logic said you’d be fine

“no you’re not,” he frowned. “you’re scared. hold on.”

he brushed snow off a large rock beside you and sat you down on it, kneeling down so he could be at your level

you blushed bright red - to other people around, you looked like a scared toddler being consoled.

“it’s okay,” he reassured you sweetly, patting your leg. “is it the pond? did i tie the skates too tight? it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

you shook your head, looking down at the white skates on your feet.

“what is it, y/n? do you want me to take you home? is everything okay?”

he sounded so genuinely concerned that it hardened the lump in your throat. “no,” you said quickly. “no, i just…”

you took a deep breath, trying to talk over the embarrassment. “the ice.. it won’t.. it won’t break, right?”

chengcheng breathed a soft laugh, gripping your gloved hand in his. he was really warm despite the cold.

“y/n, i promise the ice won’t break.” he said gently. the hand not holding yours came up with his pinky extended. “pinky promise.”

you chuckled, locking your pinky with his.

he was still smiling, and you felt your heart tug at how cute he looked all bundled up with rosy cheeks from the cold.

“okay.. but chengcheng, i really can’t skate, like at all.”

he laughed again, pulling you up from the rock and continuing toward the ice. “it’s okay, i’ll help you.”

you sighed, steeling your nerves as he stepped out onto the ice with a scrape and turned back to you. he reached up and with two hands on your waist, lifted you over the snowy ridge and onto the pond.

you held your breath, gripping onto his arms when your feet were on the ice, sliding on the slippery surface beneath you and feeling entirely out of your element.

“it’s okay,” he reminded you quickly, steadying you and holding onto your hands instead of your sides. “see, it’s alright!”

you grimaced at him, feeling slightly sick at the idea of a few layers of meltable ice separating you from a cold, watery death

chengcheng chuckled

“come on,” he chided, skating backward and taking you with him. you hissed as you started gliding after him, holding onto his hands so tight it was a wonder he wasn’t complaining

“stop looking down,” he scolded you and you quickly looked up from where you were eyeballing the ice beneath your feet. when you met his eyes, he grinned that grin you’d become so well acquainted with. “that’s better. hi.”

you laughed, moving your feet slightly and accidentally skating a little to close to him. he quickly skated backward, avoiding the collision. “that’s good,” he commented, a nervous edge to his voice. “move your feet like you’re walking.”

he sounded so sure of himself that you trusted him enough to do as you were told, staring at his checkered scarf instead of your feet and taking baby steps forward.

“there you go!” he cheered, even though you weren’t really moving at all. he continued skating backward slowly with his hands in yours, reassuring you it was okay to take bigger steps

over the course of the next hour, he tirelessly encouraged you and taught you how to skate until you were moving forward in time with him moving backward.

“you’ve got it! watch -“ he let go of your hands suddenly and you screeched something that was a cross between his name and a swear, losing your balance due to the surprise and stumbling forward and crashing into him.

he caught you, stumbling slightly with a sharp scrape of his skates on the ice. he quickly stood you upright and steadied you. before he could say anything, you delivered a powerful punch to his arm that was mostly protected by his heavy coat

“ow!” he cried through his laughter, keeling over and laughing a loud, dumb laugh while still holding onto you with an arm wound around your waist.

“dickhead!” you bit, though you were laughing too.

he stood up and wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his laughter dissolving into giggling.

“sorry,” he apologized cutely. “that was so cute.”

“if i could skate away from you, i would.” you told him, faking anger and turning away to hide the smile on your face.

he chuckled, and your eyes widened in surprise as his other arm wound around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest and placing his chin on your shoulder. “too bad you can’t,” he cooed against your ear.

feeling the hot blush dissipate all the cold from your body, you shrugged him off and pulled away, still holding onto his hand. the two of you giggled giddily and you felt a whole new batch of butterflies set loose in your stomach.

you skated around for another twenty minutes before you both returned to the bench and he removed your skates and then his. the two of you sat there for a while in the twilight, talking about a variety of different things.

you were struck by how pretty the pond looked at night - a few kids still skated around on its surface, their laughter filling the silence. everything was some magical shade of blue, and the lampposts spread around the pond shed warm amber light on the snowy trails that weaved around it. you stared at the skate marks in the ice and smiled, knowing that two sets of them were belonging to you and chengcheng

eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. something had been nagging at you all night, and in a moment of both bitterness and sudden insecurity, you said something before you could stop yourself.

“so, do you take all the girls here?”

chengcheng didn’t laugh. he was quiet for a long moment that forced you to look over at him. he was frowning, eyebrows drawn together as he scowled at the pond. sensing your eyes on him, he looked over. you swallowed thickly when you saw the playful glint in his eyes had vanished and was replaced by anger.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked coldly. he knew what you were hinting it and it appeared you had struck a cord.

“sorry,” you tried to laugh it off but it ended up sounding very forced. “i just.. i just thought..”

“you just thought i was another fuckboy hockey player.” he finished bitterly, looking away from you and back at the pond.

“chengcheng,” you said cautiously. you really hadn’t meant to make him angry.

“no, i get it, y/n.” he sighed, kicking his skate absently where it rested at his feet, “you know what my friends are like, right? so you figured i must just be another one of them.”

“yeah,” you admitted in a small voice. “yeah i guess i did.”

he laughed humourlessly, but you could see that you’d hurt his feelings. “do you still think that way about me? you do, right?”

he turned his face to look at you again and you nibbled on your bottom lip, examining his eyes. they were filled with hurt.

“no,” you said honestly. “no, i don’t.”

his eyes softened a little, but the air was still tight with tension.

“no,” he said, a little bit softer. “i don’t take all the girls here. there are no other girls.”

you pursed your lips, turning back to the pond and watching the kids skate around.

“why me, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. may as well get all the questions out on the table, you thought.

“i told you,” he said. “you’re special. i just like you.”

you smiled down at your feet. that was enough - it made sense. you felt the same way about him. there was just something about him that was special.

“i like you, too.” you said. “i’m sorry for assuming things. i trust you.”

you felt him looking at you and turned your head, feeling your heart jump at the soft eyes and smile staring back at you, no traces of the previous anger.

“it’s okay,” he forgave you. “i’m sorry for not making myself clear from the beginning.”

you fell into comfortable silence for another moment before chengcheng spoke again.

“um, i really wanna kiss you but i don’t know how that would look on my part.”

you laughed loudly, staring on in disbelief at the sheepish look on his face. how could you have ever thought such a sweet boy was just another asshole?

“i think a kiss is okay,” you said quietly, turning slightly to face him. your heart was racing faster now than it had been when you were on the ice, seeing the soft glazed look in his eyes as well as the nervous smile.

without another word, he pressed a gloved hand to the nape of your neck and brought your face closer to his, pausing for a second to look in your eyes before he closed the last tiny bit of distance and kissed you.

his lips were warm despite the bitter cold, though they were a little chapped. it made the kiss even better for some reason, and you found yourself chasing him when he pulled away.

he kissed you again, shortly and sweetly before he pulled away. even in the dark, you could tell that red flush on his face was from a little more than the cold.

from there, the two of you clambered back into his truck and laughed the whole way home. when you finally arrived outside your house, you were hesitant to leave.

he got out and came around to let you out and walk you to your door.

standing on the porch, he scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes before, sheepishly, he spoke.

“so.. do you think i could, like, take out again another time?”

you smiled, nodding your head quickly. “i think i’d like that very much,” you responded softly, still not wanting to leave and let the night come to an end.

he bit his lips like it would hide the goofy grin spreading across his face. he failed, and you both laughed nervously before his cold, gloveless hands took hold of your face and he kissed you one last time.

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you watched on as he went down over the porch steps, still looking over his shoulder. you couldn’t wait to see him again already and he was still right in front of you.

“goodnight, chengcheng.”

you watched him walk back to his car and get back in the driver's side, starting the engine and giving you a wave before he pulled away. you watched his truck disappear, grinning like an idiot the whole time, standing on your porch in the cold winter night.

maybe hockey players weren’t so bad after all.

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nananaptime · 6 years ago

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NEX7 Masterlist

Please read the rules before requesting

Reactions -

Scenarios - Universe’s will (Zhengting fluff, soulmate AU)

MTL - Date a Korean person

Headcanons - Kisses with Chengcheng

Fanart -

#nex7 #nex7 masterlist #nex7 reactions #nex7 scenarios #nex7 mtl #nex7 headcanons #nex7 fanart

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poppingpopper1997 · 5 years ago

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Homophobic, Rasist Boomer be like:

Oh it’s those gay ass Korean/Chinese/Japanese mens again

Me be like: okay boomer so what if they’re gay, they’re still more attractive than you’ll ever be

#wayv #kpop #nct #bts #stray kids #sf9 #nine percent #nex7 #jo1 #x1 #the boyz #exo #monstax #kpop reactions #txt #got7 #1the9 #winner #astro #ateez #ab6ix #oneus #seventeen #cix #day6 #nflying

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lovelypercent · 6 years ago

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Boyfriend!NPC [Mini HC]

Request Open!

Cai Xukun

so many stay at home dates

he prefers more of a private relationship

10/10 loves to hear you complain about anything

he also spends the night at your place almost every night

xukun always likes to spoil you with unnecessary things,,

like clothes, skin care, or literally anything he thought was cool

xukun also has very busy schedules so he would spend lots of his time sending you cute video calls during the day about where he is

Chen Linong

oh linong would be such a shy boyfriend

he would only show affection in private but

he never hesitated to show how proud he was to be your boyfriend

always adding in “hi im y/ns boyfriend” anywhere he goes

nongnong would still be pretty shy even if you both were in private

not wanting to rush with anything but some days that shyness of his doesnt exist

cuddles >>> anything

nong loves to snuggle and be his dorky self with you

Fan Chengcheng

cheng would be more in the middle with private an public

he loved going out but he liked to be on the couch just as much

so either way he wins with whatever you decide

cheng would be a foody bf,, always taking you to new places to try new things with him

he also is very embarrassing when youre out in public

”Y/N!!! Y/NN!! LOOK AT THIS”

making everyone to turn and look at your boyfriend who is freaking out about the dumbest little thing

Justin

oh justin is def more on the public side

since hes young,, he takes lots of pride in actually having someone to date

he would post SO MANY cheesy couple pics

honestly probably use the threat of breaking up when hes losing an argument

but also the type to crawl in your room with half an oreo for an apology

justin wouldn’t show it but he would often worry if he was a good boyfriend or not

which means he showers you in expensive gifts and date which aint bad

but he would need your reassurance on your feelings very often

he works hard so he is always down for a snuggle sesh while watching a movie hes 10/10 gonna fall asleep too

Lin Yanjun

the king of publicity

he would bring you up in everything he was doing

posting a little tooooo many dumb couple pics with cheesy captions

“Oh yeah,, Y/N said,,” or smth like “Yeah, my s/o is so...”

everyone is saying your goals and theyre not wrong

also a mega jealous boy but

yanjun is legit ur #1 hypeman

insecure wont exist around him since he makes you feel like a king/queen in everything you do

even if he is dead tired in the middle of the night, you call him with even a hint of sadness in your voice

his energy is replenished and ready to shower you with love

Zhu Zhengting

you guys are practically a married couple

both of you know each others little habits and make everything works so smoothly

except for when they don’t

when they dont it gets a little messy and stressful probably taking multiple breaks from each other

but you both find your way back to each other

zheng loves to do daily things with you like cooking, face mask, cleaning the house, laundry, etc.

he is surprisingly private,,, he liked to tell you his feelings to just you rather than to everyone even though he wears his heart on his sleeves

ting would also tell you often on his feelings because he just appreciates you so much

Wang Ziyi

ziyi is the most private when it comes to your relationship

it takes him MONTHS for him to even tell the group that he is dating someone

much more time to actually introduce you

zi spoils you,,, a lot

he gets you whatever you want and whatever he thinks you would like

he loves to your smile and surprising you with gifts was something he genuinely liked to do

even tho you tell he doesnt have to every time he does

he loved to show you anything he was working on,, whether

yi liked to get your opinion so he could make his music into smth you and others would enjoy

homedawg would be so in love w his s/o,, its so cute

Xiao Gui

ohh he would be such a goofy boyfriend

he would love to hype you up on social media

sometimes getting you super annoyed but then it turns into smth you can laugh about later on

he also spent almost spends all his time with you

he jokes a lot with you around others but he is very open on his emotions when youre alone

he is a pretty jealous bf

he is certain that everyone is attempting to steal you away

so he doesn’t like to go out in public too much

but he cant put his feelings aside for you if he needs to

he also writes so many love songs for you but is way to embarrassed to release any of them

You Zhangjing

oh jing would be so fun

he would love to ravel with you and eat with you

jing is definitely is the ideal boyfriend

he loved to hang with your friends and loved having you around his

zhangjing liked his private moments at time,,

he is very cuddly and loved to heart-to-hearts

jing keeps a teddy bear he stole from you,, so he can always feel like your around

such a cute bf,,, he probably complains about alot of things but he doesn’t want anything to change

he would also be into doing very cringey things like match outfits or tag things with your ship name and-

#nine percent reactions #nine percent scenarios #nine percent fanfic #nine percent one shot #nine percent texts #nine percent #nex7 #nex7 fan chengcheng #nex7 justin #nex7 zhengting #ariana.writing

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winwinjohnnyneedsmorelines · 5 years ago

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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~

nice to meet you, and,

bye!

-yourbabygirl.

29th of April 2020

#new #writers on tumblr #fanfic #nct #got7 #seventeen #ninepercent #yuehua next #nex7 #scenario #stories #au #oot #reaction #mtl

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byunhaarmy · 6 years ago

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Bi Wenjun as Your Boyfriend

But trust me he's the biggest dork ever

First of all he's a dork

Like he may look cold hearted and all

Loves his yoyo more than anything

That includes you

This dude never dated in high school due to being obsessed with yoyo and badminton

That says a lot

So you're his first love kinda

This is how you guys met:

You're a mentor in Idol producer

Specifically a vocal one

So you got to spend more time with the vocals

You didn't feel anything at first when you saw him

Cause you're not suppose to fall in love with the trainee's?

You still did lol

Plus Wenjun kinda gave up on appearance half way through the show

Iqiyi is a snake

Just stating facts

Continuing with the story

You weren't attracted to him at first

But then he started to sing

And oh boy

You thought you heard an actual angel

“Hi Y/L/N Laoshi, I'm Bi Wenjun.”

Not gonna lie you had to raise your head in order to even see his face

You were silent for a while after he finished

Admiring his beauty

But he thought he didn't do a good job and was kinda scared

“Um, Y/L/N Laoshi? ”

You realize your misbehavior and apologize right away

“Sorry sorry I was just lost in your voice, it was beautiful Wenjun, you did a nice job!”

The other trainee's clapped for him

He was blushing a little bit

You were his idol

And hearing you approve him just makes him so so so happy

He was literally jumping around in the dorms

Shaking Quanzhe and telling him about what happened today

Cute

Insert Jackson Wang

Jump to ep 12 era

He didn't get in

:,(

DO YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING????

This boy deserves so much better

And that's what you think too

After the show you came to him

He was all happy and cheering for the ones that got in

Untill he saw you

And then he just frowns

Slowly walks towards you

“I'm sorry I let you down……you must be disappointed……”

10th place wasn't bad

It was good

But still, you were sad

Wenjun was your favorite trainee and you did have a lot of hope for him

If you said you weren't disappointed that would be lying

But you weren't disappointed at him

You were disappointed in yourself for not training him hard enough

He saw your sad face and just started to tear up

You quickly pulled him into a warm hug

That's when he realizes that he doesn't just like you as an idol or as a teacher

He likes you

And so did you

You realized that you no longer see Wenjun as one of your students any more

But as a man

You guys started dating right after Idol producer ended

And also told your fans right away

They've been shipping you guys for the longest time so they were happy

The Yuehua boys all loved you

Zhengting can finally take a break from being mom now that he has you

You come over to see the yuehua boys and Chrngxiao every now and then

Wenjun just has the biggest smile on when he sees you

Is a bit shy in the beginning

But goes full on clingy after a month

Doesn't care if the members are around

Will give you kisses when he wants to

Will hug you when he feels like it

No one can stop him

Once you guys had a make out session in the practice room

A wild Justin appears outta nowhere

“Ewwwwwwww get a room.”

“Stop sucking each other's faces.”

“Couples are disgusting.”

And Wenjun's just like

“Nah you're just jealous cause you don't have a girlfriend.”

Wich is true

Justin crying inside

Brings you to nice restaurants

Even though you guys will probably get noticed by fans

But that's okay

All in all he's a great boyfriend

Takes good care of you and is the sweetest person in the world

He loves you very very much

And you guys will live happily ever after

Have a bunch of kids

And grow old together

The End.

#idol producer #idol producer reaction #idol producer scenario #bi wenjun #nex7 #yuehua nex7 #nex7 imagines #cpop #cpop imagines

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ahgasetay · 5 years ago

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nex7 m.list

Imagines

Zhengting

Wenjun

Xinchun

Zeren

Chengcheng

i don’t mean to hurt you

Quanzhe

Justin

Reactions

another member is touchy with s.o

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xxdreaminadream · 5 years ago

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send requests!!

i’m actually bored and i do not get along with one of my roommates so please send requests! i accept everything from fluff to angst to smut!!

i write for day6, exo, got7, nex7, nine percent, nct (all units), seventeen, shinee and stray kids (everyone minus jeongin ig and probably not seungmin too)!

it can be reactions, actual imagines, preferences, ideas u want me to write about.......

PLEASE 🥺

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nex7things · 6 years ago

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to love a psychopath → bi wenjun

genre; angst

prompt; this

warning(s); vague mentions of blood, death i dont even know if these count as warnings but

summary; for months, you’ve been holding onto a frail hope that bi wenjun would learn to love, & a little part of it wanted it to be you.

you were never a likeable person.

you go to school with red eyes and messy hair and never really bring your books for class

you sat alone during lunch, away from all who thought your antisocial mindset were contagious & weird

you don’t speak up in class, you don’t ask for the homework, you don’t have much presence except for when they need an errand runner

you work part-time at underground pubs & bars, for the pay was much higher than a minor’s minimum wage

there was a rumor going around the school, something along the lines of the a-star student bi wenjun stabbing his father’s boss dead

many brushed it off saying it was impossible for him to have time to plot a murder during finals season, but little did they know, it was all true

you were there

& you were the very reason for that undesirable label to his name.

it started on a night at the bar you work at, you served drinks to the rooms of customers

one room contained a professional-looking man, who you later discovered was his father’s boss, & bi wenjun himself

you didn’t really mind the man inappropriately groping you whilst you served the drinks, you were quite used to drunkards & their habits

it was only until the man started kissing you & trying to unzip your dress, in the midst of you resisting it, that you heard a glass bottle shatter

then another, then the man falling behind, with a fresh new slit right below his shoulder blades

behind him stood bi wenjun, a hand full of blood from cuts of glass shards,

& another with a knife clasped tight in it

he killed him,

right through the heart.

& looked completely unfazed by it

“i didn’t mean to... i, um, didn’t really have a choice.”

“doesn’t, doesn’t that hurt?” you asked, pointing to his hand, glass still intact

“are you...scared of me?”

his gaze is a careful one as he repeats, “you’re...not scared?”

“of this whole thing? of course i’m a little overwhelmed. but of you? no, i’m afraid not.”

“and why...not?”

“you saved my life, bi wenjun. i wouldn’t have stayed a virgin if it weren’t for you.”

you patched up his wounds, cleaned the blood off of him & the room, handed him a change of clothes from the storage room

you hailed a cab for him to return home, before you do the same,

and the body...well, it’s chucked away into a wardrobe in the farthest room on the left

neither of you wish to speak of that night

but you would be lying if you were to say you never wish to see him again

so for days, you waited for him in the morning to hand him an extra set of breakfast you bought just for him

“why do you always wait for me? just go ahead.”

for weeks, you stuck by his side, willing to be a listening ear despite his cold shoulder

“why are you doing this, is this some kind of sick game? a bet?”

“what, no! i just thought...you know, you needed a friend, because you look lonely —“

“i don’t need your fucking pity, y/n.”

for months, you’ve been holding onto a false hope that, if you were to keep this up, bi wenjun would eventually open up his heart to you,

“i just wanted to get to know you!”

“is that so? well, what if i told you i choke my puppy on its leash before i go to bed at night? what if i told you...i have a knife collection sharpened exclusively for the checklist of people i wish to kill?”

“i-i don’t —“

a false hope that, if you were to try hard enough, he would eventually start to smile at the sight of you

“just because i’ve killed for you, y/n,...doesn’t mean i’d die for you.”

a false hope that he would eventually start to love you

”so leave me alone, would you?”

but you refused.

you decide to ask him out over a phone call one day, hoping it would at least put an end to your chasing, if not your pain

because you know, you know feelings would only grow if it were to be kept safe within yourself

you wished for him to reject you in the most brutal & embarrassing way possible,

but instead, he agreed

and so, he stopped telling you to fuck off & to mind your own business

he started accepting your little acts of kindness

but your talks with him remained entirely one-sided, you spilling your entire life story to him & him not even faking an ounce of curiosity

your hugs consisted of you pulling him close & him barely wrapping his arms around you

your kisses were mostly initiated by you, with fireworks exploding in you but only a mere spark in him

you put up with his never-presence & his never-coming calls

you put up with him never initiating skinship, only because he never refuses it when you do it first

you put up with his sociopathic behavior, because once upon a time, you were just like him

you put up with bi wenjun, because you thought you had it in you to make him happy

oh, how wrong you were

if you learnt anything at all from dating bi wenjun, it was that to love a psychopath was really a simple task,

all you’d have to do is to accept that they will never really love you back.

#i actually researched on this #bi wenjun #bi wenjun imagines #nex7 #nex7 imagines #yuehua #idol producer #nex7 reactions #nex7 scenarios

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linkeai · 6 years ago

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stuffed puppy → fan chengcheng ( nex7 / nine percent ) → summary: in which chengcheng has a bone to pick with ‘puppy’, the stuffed puppy who always seems to be getting in his way. → genre: the gooiest, cheesiest fluff → word count: 1,051

Fan Chengcheng doesn’t hate stuffed puppies.

He hates yours in particular - your little stuffed puppy called ‘puppy’ (what a stupid name, in the first place) who is always in the way of whatever Chengcheng wants to do.

Many times have the two of you been curled up on the couch watching a movie when Chengcheng feels that sudden softness in his heart, a side effect of becoming all too aware of your warmth at his side. He’ll turn his head, already smiling as he anticipates the kiss he’ll deliver to your unsuspecting lips when - there it is - the stupid dog toy, cuddled in your arms and pressed against your face.

Every single time, he can’t help but let his heart melt at the sight of you cuddling the toy and the annoyance trickles out of him. He could never be mad at you - the dog, on the other hand, he most certainly can be mad at.

He’ll go to hug you and the puppy is in your arms - and really, what is he going to do? He’s not sure when, but somewhere along the line, he swears you like the stupid stuffed animal more than you like him.

He finds it hard to admit, though, that the puppy isn’t the real problem.

Chengcheng had never thought of himself as shy. He thought he was very cool, actually. A smooth-talking man. There was something about you, though, that made him very un-cool. Maybe it was the stars in your eyes or the way your smile lit up the room, but you made his head spin with all kinds of grossly sappy thoughts and it made it hard to think, speak and act clearly.

So every time he wants to ask you for a kiss or for you to come a little closer so he can hold you and he sees how irritatingly adorable you look cuddling the stuffed animal in your arms, he freezes. His cheeks get all hot and his heart feels heavy and the words just don’t come out.

Chengcheng, though, can’t admit that he’s just starstruck by the little things you do. So starstruck, in fact, that you reduce him from a smooth-talking cool guy to a dumb teenager who can barely string sentences together.

So poor puppy gets the brunt of the blame.

Until one day, Chengcheng has absolutely, most definitely had enough of being second to a stuffed puppy with a stupid name.

It’s not that he’s jealous of the dog, okay. Of course not. It’s an inanimate object. When the two of you are sitting on the couch watching movies again and he sees the way you bury your face in it and hug it close, however, he starts to think otherwise. Why can’t you hug him close instead? What does the stuffed puppy have that he, your boyfriend, doesn’t?

He finds he isn’t too sure how to ask you those questions.

He feels like he might be too cool to ask his girlfriend to cuddle him - but you look so comfy and adorable that he’s getting a little bit desperate. Maybe he’s getting a little bit bitter, too.

“Y/N,” he bites so suddenly you almost jump. “Why do you love that stuffed animal so much?”

At first, you are confused. After that passes, you’re embarrassed.

“I don’t know,” you say defensively. “Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know,” he says just as defensively. “I’m just wondering why you always have it with you.”

You look down at the puppy in your arms. You don’t really carry it around all the time on purpose, it’s just always around and you love it so much.

“Why does it matter?” You ask him. As you look over with accusatory eyes, you take notice of the stance Chengcheng is in - his arms crossed over his chest, hood pulled over his messy hair, frown on his face. You feel your heart seize and fight the urge to smile.

“He’s in my way!” He protests, loosening his tightly crossed arms to point at the puppy. You revert from defensive right back to confused. “How is a stuffed animal in your way? He’s tiny?”

Chengcheng gives an exasperated sigh and it takes you a very short moment to realize what is going on - if it isn’t the way he crosses his arms a little tighter and ducks his head down, averting his eyes from yours, it’s the way his cheeks light up with a blush.

“Cheng,” you drawl teasingly, a cheshire grin forming on your face. “Are you jealous of a stuffed animal?”

He furrows his brows. “No!” He retorts, shifting slightly. “That’s just stupid.”

You cover your mouth but he still hears the short laugh that falls from your lips and gives you a look just short of annoyance. “What,” he whines.

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. “You are so cute.”

He grows even redder, and you revel in the joy of watching ‘cool guy fan chengcheng’ crumble like a cookie beneath the weight of your one compliment.

“Just put the puppy away,” he surrenders with a sigh. “I want you to cuddle me instead.”

You can tell the words hurt to get out, but your face spreads into a grin and you don’t care, putting the puppy aside and launching forward into your boyfriend’s arms, letting him catch you with a soft ‘oof’.

You settle on his lap, your arms tight around his neck and give him a squeeze, pressing your cheek to the side of his face through the hoodie. He breathes a contented laugh, arms curling around your waist and hugging you back just as tightly with his face buried in your neck.

You pull back for a moment, slip your hands into the sides of the hood and hold his cheeks in your hand. “You’re the only puppy I need,” you coo just to embarrass him and feel your heart swell with glee when his face gets hot beneath your fingers.

You kiss the pout right off his lips and the two of you settle back down on the couch wrapped up in each other's arms. As you turn back to the movie, Chengcheng can’t help but shoot a smug smile at the puppy lying abandoned on the floor.

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