#cai xukun scenario

[lily-blue]

It’s always a delight to CU

☆ characters: shop assistant!xukun & customer!you ☆ genre: meet-cute, strangers to lovers au ☆ request: 18. from this prompt list ☆ summary: you have the perfect height for Xukun to help you reach the upper shelf and he is positively smug about it ☆ words: 1,6k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥ and that lovely anon who asked about the possibility of a future xukun fic a couple of months ago ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois

You had started to get suspicious when even your favorite snacks had been put on the upper shelf in your go-to convenient store that was located barely five minutes from the company where you did your internship for your masters degree. You knew basic marketing; in fact, you had taken numerous classes in the past few years regarding fruitful and failed marketing strategies all around Asia, Europe, and the United States. Thus, no one could have convinced you that putting the season’s most popular candy bars anywhere else but the middle shelves was normal. Especially because they had been pretty much in your eyeline up until you had started to stock up on them for your lunch breaks.

However, you obviously couldn’t have called anyone out on your inconvenience without any evidence; you had to go into full detective-mode to figure out what was really going on. Were you paranoid or your gut feeling was telling the truth and someone was messing with you?

During the next one and a half months, you checked where certain products were placed before and after you started purchasing them regularly, whether any of them changed place depending on what time of the day you visited the store, and kept track of the employees, too, just in case it was a personal vendetta against you. You honestly doubted you had ever met these part-timers outside of the shop - there were four of them in total, all of them close to you in age -, but one could have never known for sure, plus you could be a bit grumpy when you were starving, so it could have easily been about an apology you owed one of them. If that had been the case, you would have done it without hesitation. After all, you were aware you weren’t alway in the right.

The puzzle pieces came together slowly, but on a sunny day, after a long day at the company, one look at your favorite Oreos on the upper self brought you enlightenment. You looked at the shop assistant from above your shoulder, let out a tired sigh, then stood on your tiptoes to grab a package. You were so ready to call him out on his bullshit once you stood in front of the counter.

‘I’ll get it for you. The classic ones, right?’ A deep voice asked, and your shoulders tensed as you took a step away from the self on instinct. You weren’t really afraid, but this was the first time someone stood behind your back to help you out; thus, it took you off guard.

You looked up at the boy who already had a package of classic Oreos in his hands. Although, as soon as you realized that he was the shop assistant you were rightfully suspicious of, you shook your head.

‘Thanks, but I can get them myself,’ you insisted, totally disregarding the snack in his hands to prove a point. It didn’t matter that you could hardly touch the price tags on the edge of the upper shelf with your fingertips in your high heels, or that standing on your tiptoes barely gave you another centimeter. You had to show him that he had picked on the wrong person.

‘It didn’t seem so from there,’ he pointed at the counter with a smug smile, urging you to turn towards him with your entire body and poke his chest a few times with your index finger in order to intimidate him.

But that would have been childish. Therefore, you put your hands on your hips instead and narrowed your eyes.

‘Well, I got them just fine the other day when Jungha was behind the counter,’ you showed him one of your most mocking smiles, not backing down from the challenge when instead of apologizing, he started a staring contest.

You didn’t like the clear amusement on his face. It irked you, and made you more certain that you had done nothing to him that should have triggered his vendetta. He was either doing this to gain your attention or he was a weirdo who liked watching other people suffer. With your luck, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been the latter.

‘Doesn’t it go against some kind of store policy or what not when an employee plays tricks on the customers?’ You broke the silence before he could have thought he had won. It might have been stupid of you, especially if he had been a creep like you suspected, but you wanted to show him that you weren’t easy to play with.

You could have always shopped at another store if things had gone south this time, right? Not to mention that you had a can of pepper spray in your tote bag. Worst case scenario, the book you were currently reading weighed almost half a kilo. You could have slapped him with your hard copy of Game of Thrones and run if he had tried anything funny. 

‘Dunno,’ he answered with a nonchalant shrug, not making any attempt at decreasing the distance between you two. You wondered whether your thoughts were written on your face. Did you look afraid of him? Because you weren’t afraid! He was just a bit too tall, and he had chosen the worst way to initiate a conversation with you when he had sneaked up on you. ‘But if it did, it should depend on what kind of tricks. Don’t you agree?’

You mimicked his nonchalance and shrugged. He didn’t look too muscular, but you obviously couldn’t have told for sure when he was wearing a shapeless uniform. Plus, you weren’t too strong, either.

‘Maybe,’ you retorted with confidence, earning a genuine-looking smile from him with your answer. You counted to one, two, three, then decided to call him out on his actions now that you were having an actual conversation. ‘Or maybe you should stop misplacing my favorite snacks when you’re bored.’

The boy scoffed, but it didn’t sound annoyed or irritated. If anything, his reaction reminded you of your roommate, Yuqi, and how she clowned you whenever you forgot to buy instant noodles or certain veggies when she had a concrete recipe in mind for the weekend.

‘Please, it’s not like it’s illegal to put products on the upper shelves. It doesn’t hurt you in any way. And the faces you make when you act like you’re tall enough are cute,’ he reasoned, his logic flawed on many levels.

‘I’m tall enough!’ You spat, feeling a little stupid a second later when you realized that he had a point. But still, you weren’t acting anyhow. Because even when it took you some time, you always managed on your own. High shelves couldn’t beat you. 

‘Nah, you’re short. Get over it!’ He waved you off like you were a child who still lived in her own fantasy world. His endeared chuckles made you pout, then you pouted a bit more since you had proved him right once again without meaning to. ‘Oh, come on! I’d miss your pouty face. It’s adorable.’

You would have liked to think that you were unaffected when it came to sweet talkers like him - Xukun, as his nametag suggested -, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer the softer his smile became. You cleared your throat to steal a moment for yourself before you opened your sealed lips for a coherent comeback.

‘Aren’t you too old to flirt like a kindergartener?’ You asked with one of your hands still on your hip, head slightly tilted and slim eyebrow raised high.

‘Maybe I mistook you for one the first time and it stuck with me,’ he teased, rendering you speechless despite the flames his retort ignited in you. You wanted to tell him off so badly, but on the other hand, you couldn’t change the fact that his chin could have grazed the top of your head if he had taken two steps forwards.

You understood exaggeration. You didn’t have a stick up your ass that made you fight over mere semantics. Still, you groaned as lacking a better idea, you took the package of classic Oreos out of his hand.

‘Leave my Oreos on the third shelf and I’ll consider giving you my number next time,’ you claimed with enough confidence to not stutter despite your heart beating in your throat. So what if you had misread the signs and he wasn’t actually flirting? It wasn’t that you needed to shop in this particular store all the time just because it was located at the perfect spot, five minutes from your workplace and one from the subway line that took you home.

You threw the snack into your shopping basket, then walked past the boy to show him you wouldn’t wait for his answer desperately if he was only joking around. 

The corner of your lips twitched in amusement when he jogged after you.

‘Deal!’

It would have been a lie to say you weren’t a tad bit doubtful when you left the store, but the next time you visited the shop, the Oreos were on the third shelf; thus, you took your time to introduce yourself at the counter. Although you left that day without giving him your number, Xukun didn’t push you, nor did he break his promise, calling you out on doing so first. Instead, he appreciated your attempts at getting to know him and reciprocated your fun facts about your life with his own.

It took you almost a month to fulfill your part of the bargain, but you eventually did give him your kkt ID. After all, he needed to be able to contact you before your first date in that amusement park you had chosen together.

(Because yes, no matter what he said, you were tall enough to ride roller coasters.)

the end.

[multiphandomunnies]

Misc. groups

After school

Reactions

How they are with first gf

Nana

Gf! Nana

Astro

Rocky

Long night

Clc

Reactions

Fem! Crush coming out

4 minute

Reactions

S.o is a scorpio

Kard

Reactions

Soulmate au

Highlight

Yoseop

Jealousy is poison

Vixx

Reactions

S.o using chopsticks for the first time

Winner

Scenarios

Jealous winner

Mino

Not enough?

2ne1

Reactions

S.o is a Scorpio

S.o is a leo

Nine percent

Reactions

Making s.o feel better

They pass out during practice and you find out

Stood up by crush

Cai Xukun

Let’s meet in the garden

Sonamoo

Reactions

Gf kisses them first

Hearing their s.o’s morning voice

Crush has the same patronus as them

Cuddling with their s.o for the first time

d.ana

girlfriend d.ana

A.C.E

Reactions

S.o is clumsy

Bf wearing feminine clothes

S.o falls asleep on their lap

Matilda

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S.o shows up at fan meet

B1A4

Reactions

Gf bites their neck

Crush lays their head on their lap

Scenarios

How B1A4 would kiss

How they are on dates

Gugudan

Sejeong

Newly weds

BTOB

Minhyuk

Bf! Minhyuk

Ilhoon

Almost family

Weki Meki

Doyeon

Gf! Doyeon

Sei

Single mom Au

Itzy

Reactions

Bf throwing them over their shoulder

AOA

Jimin

Soulmate au

Wjsn

Exy

Pottery

Madly in love

Bona

Gf! Bona

Big bang

Reactions

S.o has a different religion

Scenarios

As types of jealous

Imagines

Loving boyfriend

[yuhenglesbian]

Nine Percent Reacting to Your Depression

Pairing: Nine Percent x Reader (multiple scenarios)

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Nine Percent reacting to you confessing about your depression

Genre: Reactions; Bullet Point Scenario

Trigger Warning: Depression; Mentions of Self-Harm; Mentions of Self-Esteem Issues

Word Count:  (total)

A/N: I’m only sticking to the confession and how they come to that point in this. The thing with depression is that there’s a lot of ways in which it plays out– depending on the individual and the type of depression (bipolar depression, for instance is different than unipolar depression in it’s symptoms). Also this feels mildly ooc for the members because honestly, I don’t know how China views depression and other such disorders so I don’t know how much they’d know about it. 

Idk what you’re facing, dear anon who dropped this request but I hope you’re okay. If you need someone to talk to, always feel free to drop in. Love you and I’m sorry about delaying this so much.

Anon, this is so many years late, idek if you're still on tumblr but ah. This spiralled me into an episode of my own and then life got extremely busy. Here's what little I'd written until then, unedited mostly. I hope you're here with us still. Love you.

Cai Xukun:

Xukun found out when found you crying with the medication in your hands because you were too tired of all the medications and still having to deal with “this shit” as you described it to him. It wasn’t easy for you to tell him about it because you didn’t want to burden him with your problems when he was already dealing with so much– what with being the leader and center of Nine Percent and the lawsuit with his old company and crazy fans.

“Just because I have problems doesn’t mean I can’t listen to yours,” he told you when you tried to explain to him how you didn’t want to burden him. “You always listen to me, Y/N so it’s the least I can do.”

Before you knew it he was hugging you, patting your head,  cooing gently because unbeknownst to you, you’d started crying at his words. Once you’d stopped crying, you told him everything– explaining everything slowly and as you best could.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth. “I know that doesn’t make things okay,” he continued, “and that there’s probably nothing I can do to make things okay. The only thing I can do is promise you that I’ll always be there if you want me around– even if I’m not physically there, I’ll always be there.”

Chen Linong:

Linong has always known– even if he didn’t know the exact words, he’s noticed and he tries his best to cheer you up when he notices that you’re in one of your blue moods.

It’s on the day that he finds you crying over your books because you feel so worthless and drained that he asks you why– “why are you crying, Y/N?”

It’s a simple question but he’s sitting next to you, his eyes full of concern and worry at how the person he loves is falling apart. “Why do you love me, Nongnong?” you ask him instead of asking, tears falling as you meet his eyes. “You could do so much better than my sad, pitiful ass. Why do you even love me when you deserve way better.”

The question shocks him and his worry hits the roof– this is a side he’s never seen, not with him in particular anyway. He knows you have bad days and days when things are hard but this– this is new, you’ve never doubted his love for you or your relationship before. “Because I do,” he tells you. “Why would you ask me something so sad– you know how much you mean to me, Y/N.”

“Because I am sad, Nongnong,” you say, wiping away tears, “and I feel like I’m always sad.”

He pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back gently. “Why?” he asks.

That’s when you explain to him– how you were diagnosed with clinical depression, the symptoms, how there’s nothing to make things better because “it’s all in my head for real because my head is a messed up place” and all the medication you need to take. He listens– not interrupting you even once as you explain things the best you can.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, quietly once you’re done. You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that they won’t but he cuts you off before you can. “I know they don’t seem like they will be– or maybe I don’t know enough about it to feel the way you do– but Y/N, you have to believe. Maybe they won’t permanently be okay but they’ll be better than how they are right now– you’ll feel better than you are now. Maybe it’ll take ages to even get to that point, but I’ll be here throughout the way. Even when things are hard, even when they’re good. I’ll always be here for you. So you don’t have to deal with this alone ever again, I promise, okay?”

Fan Chengcheng:

Fan Chengcheng knows depression– maybe not first hand– but he knows it because he’s seen too many of his sister’s famous friends deal with it. He’s read about it because no one would tell him and he’s felt himself relating to some of the symptoms on some days. So he knows depression.

He also knows you– he’s known you for a long, long time and the world would be damned if he can’t tell something is wrong with the person he’s loved for years. He’ll also be damned if he can’t recognise some of the symptoms he’s read about.

So when he drops the question to you– extremely casually, as if he was asking you about the weather– he’s hoping that it’s only his overactive thoughts and that you’re not actually going through it. The question and the casual tone shock you enough to ask how he knows, indirectly confessing.

His eyebrows furrow with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” he asks you, his voice more serious than it had been just moments ago.

“There’s nothing to tell, Cheng,” you say, sighing. “You can’t do anything about it, can you?” you add, and he bites back whatever he was going to say.

“I know I can’t,” he concedes after a few minutes, “but at least I could have been there for you rather than you dealing with all of it alone– I’ve seen so many people deal with it, I know it isn’t easy for you and I’d want to be there for you no matter how bad things get. So please, Y/N, let me be there for you.”

Huang Minghao/Justin:

Minghao is worried– it’s been a week since you’ve showed even the slightest interest in anything he’s been saying– all you offer him anymore are indulgent, polite smiles and he’s slightly hurt and very worried because while he’s used to being treated like a child by everyone but he’s never had you treat him in this manner.

So when you smile at him and politely refuse to join him for a round of Counterstrike, it’s the final straw before he blows up.

“Just what is your problem!?” he asks, hotly. “Why are you of all people treating me like a child? Are you tired of me? Do you want me gone?”

The outburst leaves both of you silent and when you look up at him, he’s crying. “Hao,” you say softly, guilt seeping through you– you never wanted to hurt him.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, petulantly as he sits down on the seat in front of yours. “I’m mad at you. That nickname is a cheat.”

His childishness makes you smile your real smile for the first in the week. “Hao,” you try again, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this at all.”

He turns to look at you, frowning slightly. “Then why’d you do it?” he asks. “Is everything okay?” he prompts when you don’t answer.

“Not really,” you reply honestly after a few minutes. “Everything isn’t alright.”

Minghao doesn’t respond, waiting patiently for an explanation that he knows he’s almost gotten out of you. You sigh, bracing yourself before you tell him about your depression and everything that comes with it– the lack of motivation to do anything and the constant feeling of loneliness and hopelessness that have been weighing you down all week among other symptoms that come and go as they please. He listens patiently, interrupting only when he needs an explanation for something.

There’s silence once you’re done as he processes things. “I’m sorry,” he says, after a few minutes have passed. “I didn’t know at all. I really thought you’d grown tired of me.”

You smile sadly and hug him. “I’d never be tired of you, Hao,” you tell him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I was so caught up with myself, I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”

He pulls away, frowning. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” he says. “You didn’t ask to go through all this and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I promise I’ll be a more reliable person for you from now so that you don’t have to feel like you’re fighting this alone ever again.”

Lin Yanjun:

When Yanjun walks in, your apartment is a mess and you’re nowhere in sight. It’s surprising because you usually keep everything organised– you love keeping things in place and making sure everything got done on time; it was something he’d always admired about you. He steps over the massive pile of shoes and crumpled paper near the door and invites himself inside deciding that something has happened and whatever it is, it is a pretty big deal to make such a slob of you.

He finds you curled up on the bean bag in the living room in front of an open television– which he switches off promptly, rolling his eyes part amazed at how good you are at falling asleep anywhere, anytime. You turn in your sleep, facing up and Yanjun notices the tear stains on your face. He frowns, his concern cementing.

“Y/N,” he whispers, shaking you gently.

You wake up almost immediately and he smiles. “Hey, sweetie,” he says, leaning closer and planting a kiss on your cheek, making you smile even though you’re tearing up at the gentleness with which he treats you.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him, when he wordlessly wipes a tear away. “I’m a mess today,” you add, laughing half-heartedly.

“A hot mess,” he smirks playfully even as he pulls you into a comforting hug, his careful and concerned gestures making you cry even more. “What happened, baby?” he asks, when you don’t stop crying even at the greasiness of his pick up line. Something was definitely not right if you didn’t even tell him to stop using greasy pick up lines.

You sigh, wiping your eyes– a little too roughly for Yanjun’s comfort. “I hate this,” you tell him. “I hate how I am– how I’m feeling.”

Yanjun raises an eyebrow wordlessly, waiting for you to elaborate. “I hate being so fucking sad all the time,” you say, evidently angry. “I hate not having enough motivation to do anything. I hate crying all the time. I can’t even remember the last time I ate something which wasn’t ice cream from the freezer. I hate being depressed,” you go on, angry tears beginning to fall.

Yanjun instinctively hugs you, burying your face in his chest as he gently strokes your hair. “I hate it so much, Yanjun,” you say between sobs.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he coos, rocking you gently. “I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much and that I’m never there.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you mumble into his chest. “I know I’m sad and pathetic but please don’t leave. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m not leaving, Y/N,” he replies, kissing the top of your head and tightening the hug he has you in. “I’m never leaving. I love you and that means I’m here for your good and your bad, okay? I’ll always be here, baby.”  

Zhu Zhengting:

Telling Zhengting isn’t hard. On the contrary, it’s probably the easiest thing you’ve done this week– it’s also the only decision you’re proud to have made. You’re not a believer of “our love can fix everything wrong” because it’s not true but when Zhengting pulls you close wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair– you let yourself believe that love can fix everything for a brief moment.

You’ve always known you were drawn to Zhengting partly because he was so caring: looking out for everyone around him came so naturally to him, you both resented and admired it. When he had extended that care to you, inevitably making you a part of his close-knit world, you’d fallen hard and fast– both thankful and flattered for the tender, careful manners with which he treated you.

It’s one of the few things you admit to him when you explain that you hadn’t meant to scare him when he comes over to your apartment– breathless and adamant, asking for an explanation for why you’ve drawn progressively away from him all month. It scares you a little, both the thought of losing him and the thought of him caring so much.

“Please tell me if you’re okay,” he pleads. “If it was something I did– just tell me. Please.”

It breaks you to hear how tired he sounds– how scared he sounds and your tears fall of their own accord after a month of running dry. They only fall faster when Zhengting pulls you into a hug, concern evident in his voice as he repeatedly asks you if you’re okay. “I’m sorry,” is all you can muster through the tears.

He sits with you, waiting patiently for you to stop crying and then making sure you’re hydrated as he makes an off-hand comment about all the takeout boxes in your kitchen. And then he waits some more as you explain everything you’ve felt over the past month– the repetitive thoughts telling you that you’re worthless, to give in and finally let go; the anxiety of not being wanted and of not being good enough and by the end of it, you’re crying again.

“I was so scared, Ting,”  you admit between sobs that make his heart wrench in pain for you. All he can do is pull you into a hug because he doesn’t want to make unfaithful promises of things getting better when the future has always been so uncertain.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles, burying his nose in your hair. “I’m so sorry. I’m here now, okay? I’ll be here now– you don’t have do this alone anymore.”

Wang Linkai/Xiao Gui:

Telling Linkai is simple– explaining to him is even simpler. It surprises you for a little while when he listens to you quietly as you explain to him why you’ve been avoiding everyone and everything but the surprise soon gives way to realisation when you remember how much time he has spent around Xingjie and who he is as an artist.

“You could have told me sooner,” is all he tells you, however before he leaves almost as soon as you’re done explaining.

Linkai can’t lie to your face and he certainly can’t lie about two important things: He can’t tell you that you’ll necessarily be okay because he’s going to be there for you from here on out– that’s in the future and he can’t guarantee the future no matter how much he wants to. He also can’t lie and tell you that he isn’t hurt because he is. He’s hurt and angry that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him sooner even though he understands why you couldn’t have.

So he leaves.  He aware that leaving without any explanations is the last thing he should do but he needs a walk to clear his head and sort his thoughts. All he can hope is that you don’t take his leaving in the wrong way and wait for a little while until he can find the right words to tell you.

It’s past midnight when he returns to your apartment, only to find you in the living room curled up on your couch cuddling with the cat he swears is your actual boyfriend. “Y/N,” he calls out, making you turn towards the door.

“Kaikai?” you stutter, your eyes glazing over with relief– you’d been so sure he was gone for good. You want to say something else but he crosses the room to pulls you into a hug– the type that he reserves only for really emotional events. “I love you,” he tells you.

Those are the only words he tells you for the rest of the night. He only hopes you can understand everything he wants to say but can only act on. He can’t do anything for you– he can’t make you empty promises like they do in movies because he knows only too well how unpredictable the future is and he can’t make you okay– but he can stay for as long as you need him. He hopes that his sincerity can reach you when he holds you closer as you fall asleep in his arms.

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

I know I’ve said it before and I’m sure nobody is interested but if you would like me to write you a commissioned fanfic or scenario or silly text post I will. Right now in fact. I need more money even though I have a new job but my bank account is sinking.

If ANYONE is interested send me a message with the name of an idol and the type (fluff or smut depending on my opinion of the idol). I can try writing for girl idols and groups of both genders but it will take a little longer since I haven’t done that before. Please give me a chance, we’d both be getting something out of it. I’ll even do crack smut like the Cai Xukun one I wrote for @emeraldbabygirl

[mingi-bubu]

Hey could you explain the tagging system thing you mentioned in the post? I'm confused about the w/e or x member scenario

Of course! Sorry for the late reply; I spent a majority of the day driving from one state to another 😅

I use a lot of screenshots so this post got p long, hence the read more~

(Screenshot of the tags I wrote in this post for reference)

So basically one of the ways tumblr's tagging system works is that if you mention a name or phrase in a post or in the tags, it will show up when you search that name or tag.

For example, I really like the band COIN. I really love their song "Never Change". On tumblr, if I go into the search section and type in "coin never change", there are two different ways to search.

The part I outlined is like using quotations in a search on your web browser of choice. It looks for that specific phrase or set of words.

This is what comes up if you choose the outlined option. Because no one has used that exact phrase in a tag, "coin never change", there are no posts that are available. Tumblr tries to help out and gives you options just in case you've misspelled something.

The non-outlined option is where tumblr takes you if you just hit enter after typing in what you want to search for. This is where my comments come into play. If I just search that phrase, I see this:

I highlighted the words that are seen in my search phrase. Because my search and these posts had those words in common, these posts come up.

I did another search, this time using "coin band" because I already know that I'll find posts about the band this way. This was just to highlight my earlier examples, but much shorter. A tl;dr version essentially.

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My using "w/e" was just a shorthand for saying "whatever". "x member" was just a placeholder for a name of whichever idol.

Part of my main point in the tags was that writers don't have to use an idol's name or full name when tagging out of fear it won't show up in the tags. If someone were to just put "lee taeyong scenarios" in the tags, the post would appear in the general search for "taeyong" or "lee taeyong" by virtue of his name being mentioned.

If someone wanted to look up the specific tag for taeyong scenarios, then the most ideal way of getting to that is by using the outlined search option pictured above.

The other part of my point was that because of the "just mention it and it will show up" way that tagging works, writers do not need to tag every single member for a scenario or fanfic they have made. The ideal way to tag would be to put the most relevant tags there and let tumblr's search function do its job.

Ex: I write a cute little fluff piece about taeyong. I would tag it with #taeyong scenarios, #lee taeyong scenarios, #nct scenarios, #nct 127 scenarios, #taeyong fluff, #nct 127 fluff

These six tags are enough to ensure that the lil fluff I wrote would appear in any searches for taeyong, nct, or nct 127.

The same applies for fanfic. One wouldn't need to include every single person involved in the story. Tagging for the group, the most important relationships to the main character with whichever members, and the name of the OC would be enough.

In my green rabbit au, if I were to have given YN an actual name, I would tag it differently to how it is now. For this, we'll call them Char Li (lol). I would tag any fanfic I make for this au like this: #cpop fanfic, #green rabbit au, #cai xukun fanfic, #oc: char li, #superhero au

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I know that this is a lot of post ! I apologize if I confused you more. I just really got into talking about it because the tagging system has had a lot of weird specificities in the past, and not all of the posts that are going around about the tags are up-to-date anymore.

If you have any more questions, or just want to chat, please feel free to swing by again! I can sort-of promise that my answer won't be this long again heh 😅

[dearlinong]

promposal ; cai xukun

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

genre: fluff

requested: nope

it’s currenty prom season in your high school

almost all of your friends were being asked out to prom

of promposing to thier crushes

but sadly no one was asking you out to prom yet

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

and they were all like

“NOOO DON’T THINK THAT”

“yeah she’s right!”

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

i mean

they’re right

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

sitting there was zhengting, ziyi, yanjun and xukun

speaking of xukun

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

does that make sense ???

AND YOU KNOW FOR A FACT

that all your friends know too

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

but again

yall are just not ready for that shit

so okay back to eating lunch

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

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

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

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

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

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

he then looked at you after saying that

EVERYONE IN THAT TABLE WENT BEZERK

but internally tho

you blushed so hard people would think that someone slapped you

FF TO 3 DAYS LATER

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

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

you just seriously just want to go home

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

NOOOO PLS YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE

“can’t we do it tomorrow?” :((

“NOO Y/N! THAT’S MY FAVORITE!”

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

“yeah sure thing”

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

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

hmm maybe the cheerleading team decided to practice today

but to your surprise when the gym doors opened

candles were scattered all over the floor

and rose petals too

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

they all slowly went towards you and gave you the flowers

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

so they got away this time

at this point you knew what was happening

and you are LITERALLY blush so hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you could not be any more happy than this

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

which made xukun smile so much

[babyyeddazhao-blog]

Cai Xukun Imagine

Basketball player! Cai Xukun x basketball player! Reader

You were a basketball player on your hirls basketball team and you were the shooter, and you were good at it

Meanwhile Cai Xukun the basketball player of the boys basketball team on your campus and he same as you were the shooter, his teammates know he has a big fat crush on his bestfriend which is you, and your teammates know you also have a bigfat crush on Xukun

The boys' basketball team were practicing for the upcoming game this weekend and since Xukun knows that you will watch him that's where he plans on confessing to you

After practicing Xukun met up with you on your guys' usual spot when he saw you he smiled and you smiled back

"Hey smurf" Xukun said and you rolled your eyes at his nickname for you "Hey Giant" you said and you hugged him

"Hows practice??" You asked as you both ordered your usual order "oh you know the usual no classes for the whole day how's studying??" He teased you "Ughh you know i don't like math" you said and layed your head on his shoulder, and you didn't see his face bu he knows that he is a blushing mess roght now, "Hey (Y/n) let's make a deal" he said as you both started eating, "What is it?? If it's about money that shut up i'm not up for it" you said and Xukun rolled his eyes, "if you aced your test, i'll go on a date with you, and if you fail you'll have to go on a date with me" he said and smirked you hid your face in his shoulder as you are flustered "No answers now you just have to answer me on the match deal??" He said and you nodded shyly head still in his shoulder as he chuckled and patted your hair

THE BASKETBALL MATCH

Today's the day of Xukun's basketball match and you have been studying your ass off just so he can date you, you wore your crop top and some ripped jeans you put your hair into braids but only the sides only

As you were approaching the court you were getting excited.

And as planned Your Uni won and Xukun had a surprise for you, he grabbed a microphone and said "To my bestfriend (Y/F/N) i love you but not as a friend so will you go out with me??" He asked and you smiled and yelled a yes

Dating Xukun:

So remember that deal?? Yeah since you aced it you both started dating officially and everyone knows about this the second you said Yes to him, and your guys' biggest fanboys are Justin and Chengcheng

And you going to their match and then going to your match and cheering you on

And Ziyi is lowkey jealous and so is yanjun, but you didn't hear it from me and you both sleep like a baby like Zhengting still treat you both like a baby his big babies, and sometimes having childish fights like which cartoon is better Spongebob or Mr. Bean (Honestly me and my friends)

The boys are tired of it Honestly

But all in all you both are the cutest couple

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

9 Percent “You spend a lot of time with another member”

Ask:  hello ~ Could I request a reaction for nine percent members when the get jealous because you spend too much time with another member?thanks❤P.S: I really like your blog, I always read it when I get home and I never dared to write to you but you need to know that you have a little friend here. You make my day better 💕

You Zhangjing:

Lin Yanjun was one of Zhangjing’s best friends, but Zhangjing was insecure about things. Especially when he saw you hanging out Yanjun more and more. Yanjun was tall, handsome, funny in his own special way and Zhangjing was jealous. 

Pulling you to the side, you could tell something was bothering him. “I like that you and Yanjun get along. But don’t fall for him. Please.” He said and you paused for a moment, not expecting that. “I didn’t realise I was spending so much time with him.” You said and grabbed his hand. “Don’t worry. You’re the only one for me.” 

Lin yanjun:

Yanjun never liked admitting his insecurities, he had a hard time doing it with his members and you. So when you were spending an awful lot of time with Zhengting he didn’t want to mention it too much. But you could tell by the way he was treating you when Zhengting was around the both of you, he was upset.

“You have been moody all day. What is wrong?” You asked him frustrated, when you two were alone. “You and Zehngting are always together. I’m your boyfriend you know.” He snapped and left the room. He would need time to think before resolving this. 

Zhu Zhengting:

He felt crazy being jealous of a 16 year old. Zhengting new full and well that you spent time with Justin because you cared for him like a little brother. It wasn’t the way you treated Justin that made him jealous, it was the time you spent with him. 

“I baby Justin too, but I still make time to see you and spend time with you.” Zhengting said as Justin left the room. You hadn’t realised you were coddling the kid so much. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll coddle you instead.” 

Wang Ziyi:

Ziyi liked to consider himself very calm and relaxed when it came to you. He wasn’t insecure and he trusted you. But seeing you spend your time with Xukun made him hurt a little. Especially hearing your laugh from the other side of the room as he teased you. He wasn’t worried about Xukun making a move on you or vice versa, but he just didn’t understand why you were spending your time with Xukun while you could hang out with him. 

“Ziyi, join us.” You beckoned for your boyfriend to sit with you and Xukun. Wrapping your arms around him as he sat, Ziyi realised he had nothing to worry about and that he enjoyed the fact that you two were friends. 

Cai Xukun:

He was being ridiculous, he realised that himself. There was nothing weird about your friendship with Ziyi and he knew that. But the protective boyfriend in him was saying otherwise and he just wanted your attention. Even Ziyi noticed Xukun acting odd because of that. 

“You should go spend some time with your boyfriend. We’ll hang out later.” Ziyi said and watched you walk over to Xukun. You ran your figners through your boyfriend’s hair as he pouted. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled and he smiled. “It’s okay.” 

Xiao Gui/Wang Linkai:

Linkai got jealous, easily. You should have figured he wouldn’t enjoy you hanging out with Chengcheng all the time. But you didn’t put two and two together after you went out to eat with Chengcheng for the 3rd time that week. When you got back to the dorm, Linkai was visibly pissed and Chengcheng slipped past so you two could hash it out. 

“Again, really?” He said and you looked at him. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, I just want you to spend time with me.” Linkai said and grabbed your hand gently. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll pay attention to you more and go out with you more and take care of you more.” You said and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “That was all I wanted.” 

Fan Chengcheng:

Linkai was such a good friend to you, naturally you wanted to spend time with him. Chengcheng didn’t have problem with it at first. But before he even noticed himself, he was watching you two with a sour face and clearly irritated. You had just kicked Linkai’s ass and the male was sulking as you did your winners dance. 

“Stop looking so sour.” Zhengting said and Chengcheng huffed. “I’m not looking sour.” Chengcheng mumbled and Zhengting laughed. “Yeah sure.” Zhengting said and joined you and Linkai on the couch. 

Chen Linong:

The smile on his face when he realised how well you got along with his other members was uncanny. But that smile slowly faded when he took note of how much time you were spending with Zhangjing. Linong was so positive when it came to you, he hated feeling so shitty about it. 

Zhangjing was teaching you how to hit high notes, something Linong hadn’t fully mastered yet. But he couldn’t help but feel jealousy every time you two laughed. Linong sat next to you and tucked his face into your neck as you sang. You were having fun and he could push his jealous feelings aside for you, easily. “You sound pretty good.” 

Justin/Minghao:

(I’ll add a different photo when I get home the gifs wouldn’t load in the train)

Minghao didn’t get jealous. Or so he thought, no one expected confident little Minghao to get jealous over his members and you. But Linong was handling you with extreme care and treating you the way a best friend did. 

Minghao thought for a brief moment that you saw Linong as more than a friend but he realised he was wrong when you came over to him. “You don’t mind me hanging out with Linong do you?” You asked and the boy shook his head. “No I don’t mind. Just remember you love me.” 

[chxseungyoun]

Xukun ♡ 》 Cold Heart, Warm Smile

Pairing: A career endangered! Xukun x Contented! Reader

Genre: Celebrity Life, Romance.

Maybe everyone would remember Xukun as that one trainee who rised beyond ranks when he joined Idol Producer and even earned him the center position.

Apart that, he managed to own his own recording label at a young age. It felt like he could have everything in the world during that time.

However, some stars were always meant to lose their shine and he had been one of those.

How did it happen? He could not recall but now there were no more promotions, no more calls. Nothing. All he had were memories and his cold heart.

Some people said he loss the passion that he used to have. How it flamed in fires then died than to dust. He became an alcoholic as he tried to cope with his experiences through wine then vodka when he could not afford his tastes anymore.

He spent most or his time at the local cafe where it was inexpensive and where newspapers were allowed to be borrowed. He had to try and get a job which could help him sustain a living.

You always saw him. You were a fan of him and you almost couldn't believe how your idol was sitting at the cafe you worked at.

You watched as a few people would recognize him but most of the customers didn't. You heard the news how he lost his fire and you did notice how when he was alone, he looked so cold and isolated but when someone showed interest in him, he would give one of his warmest smiles.

Or so you assumed.

It was his idol smile...probably not even his real smile.

Who was Cai Xukun and what really happened to him?

You would always deliver him his drinks but never did you once had a conversation. He had been drowning himself in the news section which never made him look up at who delivers his drinks.

You noticed how he was looking at the job postings and wanted to recommend the opening for the cafe but was hesitant to.

You overheard his call one time and it seem like he was desperate for a job considering his landlord was demanding for his rent.

So you tried to man up and tell him about the opening.

At first he gave this judgemental look but then one of those idol smiles. Next thing you knew, he was now your fellow employee.

Maybe you were just observant but he seem to have changed his look the day he started working. It was almost like he never was cai xukun. He wanted to be referred to as August.

That was the first time he heard your name as well since you were assigned to train him.

It was quite difficult since it was like...he had never worked this way at all.

"Do you need help?" You often asked and he would dismiss it and say he was fully capable of learning it on his own.

You were really nice to him but you could not say the same for him.

"I don't get why I need to be trained by someone who isn't that skilled either." You heard him talk over the phone.

Yeah, you made mistakes of your own but at least you never complained about them.

"Well, excuse me for knowing how to be a regular citizen, mr. Celebrity. Oh, that's right...you're not anymore."

Maybe you would regret it the next day. But you were so offended by what he said that you could not care about him.

The next day had been awkward considering how you both kind of made a mistake.

But you did not want to back down. You knew you were not someone to looked down on, not even from your own idol.

You two were minding your own business until a rather difficult customer came.

This customer had always been flirting with you whenever you were at work and Xukun had always noticed how you shifted uncomfortably whenever this certain customer came.

He was a very disrespectful man and he always commented about your body and even if you were not someone to let that happen, you were always scared to speak up around him.

However, the unexpected happened. Xukun pushed you aside and decided to take the customer's order. "Will you be purchasing anything?"

"I wanted to talk to her, not you." The cocky tone in the man's voice made Xukun raise a brow.

"If you aren't ordering, then you can just leave."

"How rude of you, call your manager." The arrogant man demanded and Xukun just smirked at him.

"Do you see those?" Xukun pointed to all the cameras at each corner of the cafe. "Those can contribute to a court case when we file for harrassment and also I had been recording you for a while now." He pointed to his breast pocket which had his phone in it.

"I...I'm never coming back h-here!" Then the man rushed out.

"Thank you..." was all you can mumble and you watched him give you a side glance before proceeding back to work.

Today was a long day so you two got off your shifts a little later than usual.

You were waiting by the bus stop when you saw Xukun stand right next to you.

It was silent...and a little awkward too.

Until you heard him sigh, "Hey."

You looked at him and waited for him to talk.

"I'm sorry for being rude the other day. I crossed the line and...I'm sorry for seeming like I only cared about myself." He said as he looked away.

He may have avoided eye contact but he seemed sincere.

"It's alright. I'm sorry for what I said too...I shouldn't have..."

"It's fine. What you said was true anyway. I'm losing what I used to be so..." he gave this strange smile. A smile you haven't seen from him even if you were a fan. It seemed pained but it also seemed warm.

"I know I'm not in the place to...but maybe it's time for you to find your new self...your present self?"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

You smiled softly and snapped your fingers. "I have a few ideas. Would you be okay with that?"

"Are you going to show me how to live my life?"

"That sounds kind of bad..."

"No. I'm willing to." He nodded and exchanged numbers with you.

You spent the next couple of days going to different places after work.

To the park.

To the museum.

To the carnival.

To the mini book club.

To the karaoke.

Everywhere you had fun in. Xukun seems to have been enjoying himself too. Maybe these were a few places he couldn't go to when he was still a celebrity since everything seems foreign to him.

He offered to take you home as a thank you for the rest of the day. "Hey."

"Hey." You repeated as you laughed.

"Do you wanna go on a date sometimes?" He asked which made you abruptly stop from walking.

"What? Do you mean it?" You blinked repeatedly and stared up at him.

"You got me knowing more about things but not much about you...so yeah?"

It was strange but you two did ended up dating.

It was not as awkward as you thought to be.

Or how it was when you two first met.

Even he knew that his once cold heart was slowly thawing out the more he spent time with you.

Maybe he did lose a lot from his past but having to know you and everything else he was missing out on, that was the real win.

[xukunstellation]

Wide Awake || Cai Xukun

Title: Wide Awake

Pairing: Reader x Xukun

Genre: Soulmate!AU + fluff

Word Count: 1862 words

Summary: It’s hard to be awake when everything you’ve ever wanted exists in your dreams.

A/N: You can’t tell right now but I’m internally screaming because my favorite au?? with my favorite boy in the whole world?? I’m having heart problems. Bless the anon who requested this. I went a little heavy on this, so everything is under the cut! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I loved writing it!

The first time you dreamed about him was when you were 14.

You can still recall every vivid detail of the dream with accuracy. It started off hazy and dark as if someone was holding a blindfold over your eyes. There was a low hum lingering in the air. You didn’t know where you were, but you had a feeling that you were alone. However, oddly enough, you didn’t feel scared. Instead, you felt completely calm like you were meant to be there.

Slowly, a light emerged among the darkness. The light started from the center of your vision before completely engulfing you and lighting up the entire room. For a few seconds, you were blinded by the intensity of it all. As you struggled to adjust your eyes, the light dimmed down to a soft warm glow. Although there was light, it was still extremely hazy. 

But then you saw it. The shadow of silhouette standing a good distance away from you.

Due to your foggy vision, you couldn’t make out any distinct features of the silhouette. Judging by the shadow’s height and body structure, you guessed that it was a boy approximately the same age as you. When you tried to take a step closer to the boy, your body refused to move. Your feet felt like heavy weights were forcing them down by some unknown force. You tried to use your voice instead and shouted towards the boy, but nothing came out of your mouth. 

His back was completely facing you, so you couldn’t tell what he looked like face to face. Just as he was beginning to turn around, the light surrounding you began to dim and the world turned black, taking the image of the boy with it.

Then, you woke up.

You didn’t understand what just happened. There are times where you did dream in your sleep, but you’ve never had quite a dream like that. There was something different about this one. Something you couldn’t put your finger to. But most importantly...

Who was that boy?

When you went to talk to your mother about it, all she did was give you a knowing smile. “You were most likely dreaming about your soulmate,” she stated.

“My soulmate?” you repeated in confusion.

She nodded and explained to you, “Everyone is destined to be with a soulmate. When you reach a certain age, you start to have what we call soulmate dreams, giving you little hints here and there about what your soulmate is like. The dreams start off vague at first. The closer you get to meeting your soulmate, the stronger the dreams become.”

“I have a soulmate,” you murmured to yourself in wonder.

After that initial dream, you’ve never been more excited for sleep. You spent every night praying that you’ll catch glimpses of your soulmate again, knowing that each dream would get you one step closer to knowing who he was. 

Unfortunately, the dreams were a lot harder to come by than you thought. According to your mother, there was no way to guess when soulmate dreams would occur. They were completely random. Sometimes it would take weeks, months and sometimes even years although that was very rare. Whenever you did dream, you constantly woke up in a state of disappoint when your soulmate wasn’t a part of it. Over time, you eventually gave up on waiting for the dreams to happen and slowly forgetting about the mystery boy altogether.

It wasn’t until a year later when you dreamed about him again.

This time around, you weren’t surrounded by darkness anymore. Instead, everything was left in that same warm glow you remembered. You still had the same crappy vision in the last dream, so that was annoying. You tried to shift your body to see if you could move this time. Nope, not even an inch. Couldn’t even wiggle your fingers.

“That’s annoying,” you grumbled under your breath.

Startled at the sound of your voice, you gasped loudly. You could actually speak and hear yourself. That was new. You felt excitement bubble in your chest. Did this mean you could hear your soulmate? And would he be able to hear you?

The light of the room began to shift as different colors began to emerge and transform the room. You found yourself standing in the corner of what you guessed was a practice room judging by the sound of hard and quick footsteps on a wooden floor moving along to the slow r&b track being played out loud by a nearby speaker. You thought you might be seeing mirrors lining the wall but your poor vision wasn’t too sure.

The one thing you were certain about, however, was the male figure dancing in the center of the room. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, though you faintly remember your mother saying something along the lines of your soulmate not being able to interact with you at first. Instead, he looked completely entranced by the melody playing through the room. Even through the haziness, you could tell he was an extremely skilled dancer, moving his body with precision.

However, your jaw nearly dropped the moment he started rapping. The words slipped smoothly through his lips without missing a single beat. His voice was only something you could describe as the feeling of wrapping yourself in a thick blanket on a cold winter day, warm and comforting. It was the type of voice you could imagine reminding you that everything would be okay. This voice belonged to none other than your soulmate and you felt your heart accelerate at that fact.

To your disappointment, the colors faded back to black and you found yourself awake once more. Sitting up in bed, you held your hands to your heart, feeling it beat erratically against your chest. You smiled softly to yourself at the fact that you could still clearly hear his voice echoing in your mind. 

From that point on, the soulmate dreams started to occur more frequently. They usually occurred every few months or so over the course of the next few years. You eventually developed the ability to move in them as well. With each dream, you found yourself learning (and falling) for your soulmate. You’ve learned that he was extremely talented and hardworking. Many of your dreams consisted of him either dancing or singing/rapping to some form of music. He liked to play basketball and was the star player of his team. He also had a fear of heights (you almost had a heart attack one dream when he was riding a roller coaster by himself as a dare and guess who was in the empty seat next to him?).

Despite learning so much about him throughout these dreams, you still have yet to learn his name. For some reason, every time you should have heard his name, you would hear it sound completely distorted. Although you can make out his general figure, your vision never got better so you were still unable to make out his distinct features. But you didn’t need perfect vision to know that we was incredibly handsome. Another thing is that you were never able to touch him, only being able to be near him. You assumed you still  haven’t gotten to the point where he could interact with you yet.

You were having another soulmate dream, but something about this time seemed... different. It was hard to explain. You were standing in the same familiar warm lighting as you normally did, but you couldn’t spot your soulmate. Something inside you urged you to take a step forward. This was followed by another step until you were fully walking. To where? You didn’t know, so you let whatever force that was leading you guide you.

A hand grabbed yours from behind, effectively stopping you in your tracks. Your breathing hitched from the action and you felt nerves rise in your chest. Feeling your heart beat echo in your ears, you slowly turned around. Little by little, your vision began to clear until finally, you were faced with (quite literally) the man of your dreams.

Soft brown eyes looked at you with nothing but wonder and adoration. Lacing your fingers together with his, you couldn’t help but think his hand molded perfectly with yours. You laughed breathlessly in disbelief, sharing the gleeful grin he was giving you.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he admitted shyly, his eyes crinkling up into crescent moons.

“That’s funny. I was going to say the same thing about you,” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning pink at his words.

He hummed, pleased with your words. His thumb grazed the back of your hand gently. “I’m speechless. For years, I’ve rehearsed everything I would say to you once I got the chance to talk to you. Now that you’re in front of me, I can’t seem to remember,” he explained. A little pout rested on his lips which made him look absolutely adorable to you.

You smiled, swinging your interlocked hands lightly. “That’s alright. You have all the time in the world when we ‘meet’,” you said, reminding him that you were both still dreaming.

“When do you think we’ll see each other again?” he asked. 

The familiar sight of the light surrounding you beginning to dim out again was brought to both of your attention, signalling that you were about to wake up. You should have felt sad that this short dream was coming to an end. Instead, you felt nothing but hope, hope that you’ll be one step closer to being with your soulmate in the real world.

“Soon,” you thoughtfully answered, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

When you woke up, the day carried on like it always did. You got ready and went to attend your classes. When that was over, you felt compelled to take a trip to a nearby park you used to go to as a kid. It reminded you of a soulmate dream you had a few years ago of your soulmate playing with his friends. Heading over to the empty swing set, you situated yourself on one of the two seats. Gently, you rocked yourself back and forth, staring at your lap as you did so.

“Do you mind if I join you?” That voice.

Digging your heels into the ground to hastily stop the swing, you whipped your head up to see the handsome face you’ve already imprinted into your mind. The dark haired male laughed delicately at you in amusement at your shocked face. You couldn’t believe it. 

When it clicked in your head that your soulmate was indeed standing in front of you, you threw yourself at him and tackled him to the ground. He let out a small ‘oof’ at the impact but caught you nonetheless, simply letting you lay on top of him as you hugged him.

“Hello there, soulmate. I’m Xukun. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Xukun introduced himself with a chuckle.

“Hi, soulmate. I’m (y/n),” you grinned, burying your face into his chest. “Are you sure I’m not still dreaming?”

“Oh, I’m sure. You’re wide awake, babygirl/boy.”

[ilynong]

peach | cai xukun

You’ve been leaving cute notes in Cai Xukun’s locker for a while, and sooner or later, he’s gonna find out.

high school au

for anon: “May I request a reversed secret admirer AU where the reader leaves cute things in Cai Xukun's locker (sticky notes of encouragement, candy, a pencil since he keeps losing them in class, etc etc). Then, one day she gets caught as she's leaving another thing for him?”

ok so you had a really big crush on xukun !!

like how could u not?

the most popular guy at your school

he’s good @ basketball, he dances, he raps, he sings

like damn cai xukun a whole ass man

so anyways

your friends are always encouraging you to confess

but youre kinda shy abt it,,,

like he’s so perfect

and you’re you???

so instead of full-on confessing

one day you decide to leave him a little note in his locker

you knew that the basketball team had a big game coming up

and the note said ‘good luck on the game !! you got this <3 ~ peach’

your locker is down the hall from xukun’s

so you’re hiding behind your locker when he gets to his with his friends

huang justin is saying something loudly when xukun opens his locker + the note flutters to the floor

and justin goes to pick it up, but xukun beats him to it 

he looks down at the note with this super small, shy smile before tucking it into his pocket and glancing around

the two of you make eye contact for a moment before you turn bright red and duck back behind your locker

and xukun smiles to himself again before turning to his friends

and you’re dying

anyways

you had only planned on sending that one note

but then you see him get a low score on a math test and tbh he looks like he’s gonna start crying in class but he puts on a ‘i don’t care face’

so you leave another encouraging note !!

and one more turns into three more

and soon you’re leaving him notes in his locker nearly every week

you notice that he’s always losing his pencil in class

so you slip a pencil in through the vent of his locker

(you almost break it lmao)

occasionally you slip a little piece of candy in with the note

of course his friends start noticing

“ge, who keeps giving you these notes? a secret admirer?”

xukun just smiles to himself and puts the note in his pocket

so one day you’re going to put the note in xukun’s locker during lunch like you usually do

when you hear someone cough

you spin around, holding the note behind your back

and you almost die bc cai xukun is standing there with this little smirk

“hey, (y/n),” he says casually, getting closer to you

“x-xukun!” you manage to squeak out

your cheeks are bright red omg

“i was just, um, going to my locker?”

xukun chuckled at that

“(y/n), i know that you’re “peach”

all you can think is “fuck i’ve been discovered”

“i actually have a note for peach”

xukun sends you a grin as he holds out his own sticky note

you take it awkwardly

and you’re pretty sure your palms are sweaty af

(arms heavy/mom’s spaghetti)

‘peach-- I like you♡ - apple”

and you look up at xukun in shock because what??

is??

happening??

(also apple whO TF LMAO BOI)

and when you see that cai xukun is looking at the floor and BLUSHING

you’re even more confused because when is cai xukun BLUSHING?

(it turns out that you make him blush a lot)

(like when he got your first note)

(that night, he pulled the note out of his pocket and turned bright red, jumping on his bed and squealing bc he’s had a crush on you for AGES and you were just so !! cute !!! leaving him notes n shit !!!)

“y-you like me?”

xukun smiles sheepishly at you, rubbing the back of his neck

“to be honest, i’ve liked you for a while, (y/n),” xukun confessed, cheeks still pink, “but i kinda thought that you didn’t really like me, or care, since you didn’t really pay attention to the basketball team or the people at school.”

you gape at xukun, brain still spinning

“so, um, i dunno, maybe you’d want to, um, date me?”

you’re still gaping at xukun, but now more at the fact that he was actually unsure if you’d date him or not

“cai xukun,” you began in disbelief, “i have been leaving you notes for two months now, and you think i wouldn’t date you?”

xukun laughed at that, cheeks reddening even more

“here, give me your phone,” you held your hand out

you found it amusing that THE cai xukun was such a dork in situations like these

you quickly entered your number into his contacts, smiling to yourself 

as xukun took his phone back, he smiled down at the contacts, glancing back up at you

“Peach♡?”

you smiled back at him as the bell rang for the end of lunch

“you already know”

what is an ending idk her

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Learning a Language (Cai Xukun x  Reader)

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

Requested?: Yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lily-blue]

I need a doctor

☆ characters: best friend!xukun & you ☆ genre: friends to lovers, fluff ☆ request: F40. from this prompt list ☆ summary: You have a fever, but neither you or Xukun can tell whether it’s due to the cold or you’re just lovesick. (Psst! It’s obviously because of the cold.) ☆ words: 1,2k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​ ♥

A responsible part of you knew that you should have canceled on your best friend when he had asked you about your traditional Saturday lunch slash movie date in the beginning of the week, but when it came to Cai Xukun, your feelings always overpowered your brain. Therefore, regardless of your body yearning for nothing more than endless hours of sleep, when your alarm woke you from your dreams on the first day of the awaited weekend, you willed yourself and resisted the urge to turn it off and fall back on your comfortable pillows just for the sake of five more minutes. Because everyone who knew you was aware that you either got out of bed for the first alarm or an hour later. There was no in-between.

Hair falling onto your shoulders in presentable waves and freezing limbs seeking warmth in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants, this was how you found yourself on the couch with Xukun a few hours later despite your cold. You told yourself that with a light touch of foundation on your skin he wouldn’t notice how pale your face was ever since you had run from the bus stop to your apartment in the heavy rain two days ago and that you could always blame your lack of appetite on how invested you were in the movie. You told yourself that until you smiled and joined in the usual conversations, it would be fine. And for a while, it seemed that you would be able to survive the day without getting caught.

However, this weekend it was your friend’s turn to choose the movie and he managed to pick one with the most cliché friends to lovers plot of history which made it extremely difficult for you to not be hyper aware of his closeness on the couch. All of a sudden, those insecurities the two protagonists needed to deal with became your own insecurities and by the time you noticed that Xukun was stealing side glances at you the whole time during their confessions, it was too late. The smug grin on his face was evident and you felt too hot to think.

Maybe, it could have been avoided if you had pulled the curtains together before the movie had started, but last time you had eaten snacks in the dark with Xukun, there had been melted chocolate patches on your blankets hence neither of you had wanted to risk anything similar. However, cleaning up after a mess like that didn’t sound such a drag anymore when your best friend blurted out the most ridiculous question ever as soon as he turned towards you with his entire body.

‘Are you blushing?’ he asked and your eyes widened in shock when your gaze fell on his lips. He was smirking. He was a hundred percent sure that you were flustered and yet, he chose to throw you under the bus while he was enjoying himself at the cost of your sanity.

‘What? I… no!’ You denied vehemently, but the harder you tried, the less believable you sounded and you were painfully aware of it. Hence, during your long years of friendship with Xukun, you had never wanted the ground to swallow you up at whole more desperately than you did now which was ridiculous because he had already seen you stumble over your words in the middle of an oral exam and faint in front of the entire class before the teacher could have graded your performance.

‘Yeah sure, so those cheesy lines have nothing to do with the col…’ he reached towards you cheekily and while you wanted to avoid his touch badly, it was quite impossible with a decent amount of snacks in your lap.

‘Xukun, please! Stop before the bowl falls again,’ you tried to warn him, but he didn’t listen and soon, he cupped your cheeks with his hands. Staring deep into his chocolate brown orbs, you froze like a deer caught in headlights and for a second, you could have sworn that he did the same. But then he furrowed his brows and the spell broke.

‘Hey, why are you so hot?’ He asked and this time, it was your turn to act confused. Had your crush just called you hot as if you hadn’t looked like a couch potato in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants? Had Xukun really just… ‘Are you sick? Why are you so hot?’ He repeated the question when you refused to answer, pressing his lips to your forehead to check whether you had a fever or not.

You tried to tell the boy that you were fine, but it was as though an invisible switch had been turned on inside of his head. He insisted on bringing you some medicine from the pharmacy two corners from your apartment right after you finished the remaining six minutes of the movie and cooking you some ginger garlic soup despite his awful history with your stove. He even tucked you in bed once you were well fed, not caring about the mess on the couch or in the kitchen, but sticking by your side with a wet cloth in his hands.

It didn’t take long for the medicine to kick in. You felt dizzy and lightheaded under the pile of blankets rather soon, a drowsy smile hiding in the corner of your mouth. You were swinging from consciousness to unconsciousness, unable to tell dreamland from reality as you held a  hand out for your best friend and touched his wrist with your fingertips. He felt so unreal. His undivided attention felt so unreal.

‘Stop being so sweet. My heart can’t take it,’ you mumbled under your nose, whiny, however the complaint was too weak to be taken seriously. At least, Xukun didn’t do so when he leaned above you and changed the lukewarm, damp cloth on your forehead to a colder one. ‘I wish you would have never seen me like this. I’m a mess,’ you kept going with a sad twitch of your lips that churned the boy’s heart.

‘A pretty mess,’ he reassured you and to emphasize his words, he fondled your flushed cheek with his thumb before he pulled his hand back and let it fall into his lap.

‘No. And now, there’s no way you’ll ever fall in love with me,’ you reasoned, still thinking that his attention and tenderness was too good to be real hence it wasn’t. The Cai Xukun you knew would have teased the hell out of you if you had confessed your feelings for him in such a lame way. It wouldn’t have mattered that you were sick.

‘What?’ 

‘Go away,’ you whined and pushed him with your hand weakly because the confused look on his face irritated you a lot. Dream Xukun irritated you a lot. Hence, without any further ado, you pursed your dry lips and turned your back to him, hiding under the blankets and falling asleep for real not a minute later.

And while there were hardly a handful of things Xukun wouldn’t have done for you, he didn’t go away. How could he have done so? That one person he treasured the most in the world had just told him that she wanted him to fall for her. He had to be right by your side when you got better so that he could tell you that you had nothing to worry about. He had already fallen for you a long time ago.

the end.

[mingi-bubu]

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

---

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

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

Well.

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh," you say, "delivery?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and your parents all burst into disagreement.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm not putting him in danger!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I... How did you know?"

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"R2? Like, D2?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

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

[peanutpinet]

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[princekunge]

[2:38 pm] “I’m home!” You hollered into the apartment, kicking off your shoes before traveling down the hallway to your bedroom. You found your boyfriend right where you left him, laying on your bed scrolling though his phone. “Cai Xukun I was gone for over an hour! Have you not moved at all?” You chastised standing over him with your hands on your hips. 

“Mm does rolling from laying on my stomach to laying on my back count as moving?” He jokingly asked, causing you to roll your eyes and hit him on the arm. “Ow! OK OK, I’m moving!” He whined sitting up on the bed. “Oh hey, what did you get from the store?” He asked noticing the bags you had brought into the room with you. 

You hummed as you looked over at the bags in question. “Oh just some new shirts and some flavored chapsticks.” You shared. 

“What flavor?” Xukun asked, trying to peak in the bag. You quickly moved it so he couldn’t see. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you try and guess?” You said holding the bag behind your back. You were feeling a bit cheeky today, although with Xukun you always felt cheeky. He was easy to tease. 

He pouted, a face he knew you could never resist, “But how am I supposed to guess? Can’t I have a hint? Or maybe...maybe a taste?” He said his pout turning into a mischievous smile.

“A taste? You want to eat my new chapstick?” You questioned raising your eyebrows at him. 

Xukun rolled his eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to where he was sitting on the bed. “Nope. I want you to put on the chapstick and let. me. have. a. taste.” He said emphasizing each word with a kiss on your lips. 

He looked at you earnestly as you bit your bottom lip, that did sound like a fun idea, besides you liked kissing Xukun and getting him all riled up. “Well...ok...but you have to close your eyes when I put it on so you don’t cheat.” You insisted, which he promptly obeyed. 

You dug around the bag wondering which flavor to start out with, finally deciding on cherry. You applied a generous coat to your lips before snapping the cap back in place and throwing it back in the bag. “Alright... ready?” You asked. 

“Oh absolutely.” Xukun smirked. 

His smirk quickly fell away as your lips made contact with his. His mouth pushed against yours, eager and hungry. Xukun had always been a distracting kisser. After a few moments of kissing you quickly pulled back, not wanting to get too carried away, it was only the first flavor after all. “Well?” You asked, trying to pretend you weren’t very affected. 

“Hmm...” Xukun seemed to think about it, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip agonizingly slow. An action you watched with rapt attention. “Well, I’m not sure. I think I need another taste.” He shrugged.

You sighed, trying to act like you weren’t as eager as he was to try again, and leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. You felt his tongue swipe over your bottom lip and felt his hands move from your waist to your hair, tugging slightly at your scalp. If Xukun had acted hungry before, now he was starving; chasing after your lips like he hadn’t tasted them in years. It was utterly devastating. This kiss lasted much longer and when you finally came up for air you discovered you had been pulled down to sit in his lap, your chest pressed up against his. “Um... uh...” words escaped you as you tried to ask him about the flavor. 

“Sorry, I still can’t tell.” Xukun said innocently, but the twinkle in his eyes was far too mischievous to be innocent. He pulled you in for the next kiss and soon all thoughts of chapstick left your mind as he pulled you on top of him, falling back on the bed.