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mokitariau · 2 years

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one last summerㅣseventeen.

“greece, my heart is yours”.

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one last summer masterlist.

#yuta nakamoto #yuta #yuta nct #nct #social media au #yuta social media au #yuta imagine #yuta scenario #yuta fanfiction

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phoxphenex · 2 months

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hiii can I request 127 reactions when you’re obsessed with your bias from another male grp and you’re both NON-Idols ( if you haven’t got any requests already yet ) please 💕 hehe thank youuu

obsessing over your bias to non-idol 127

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2jisungs · 28 days

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT — P.JS

SYNOPSIS; in which Debonair Institute’s popular and bubbly girl Kang Heejin finds herself attracted to shy nerd Park Jisung.

GENRE; smau + written, fluff, humor, s2l, college au, non-idol au

CW; cursing, mentions of drugs, kys jokes [ more tbd ]

SALMA’S NOTES; the impulsive thoughts took over. anyway i’m excited for this!! pls like + rblog for the algorithm <3

TAGLIST; @mellowdyverse [ status : open, send an ask / comment to be added. ]

PROFILES; bimbo club | jisung protection group

CHAPTERS; O1, O2, O3, O4, O4.5, O5, O6, O7, O8, O9, 1O [ more tba ]

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00127am · 5 months

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"come to my next show. i'll make you a fan, baby,"

@ shangri-la as the lead singer of viva la vida nine, you have little interest in anything other than your band and stealing the attention of the crowd from any other competitors. until you watch rival lead singer of pantera, nakamoto yuta, preform. cocky, charismatic, cavalier nakamoto yuta. the same nakamoto yuta who you cannot stand (him and the way he makes your knees feel weak). after that, you're much more interested in stealing his attention (though you'd rather die than admit it).

@ information [🚬] lead singer! yuta nakamoto & afab! lead singer! reader genre smau, fluff, comedy, uni au, band au, enemies to lovers, crush at first sight, mutual pining, nana references warnings dark humor (kys jokes), sexual humor/innuendos, cursing, use / consumption of cigarettes status updates every tuesday and saturday @ 9AM ⤷ taglist always open!

@ masterlist @ ♡♡♡♡ @ soundtrack

follow others like this! discographies. vlv9 ✮ pantera profiles. the black stones (real) ✮ yuta dni

user shangri-la's posts C01. please welcome pantera to the stage! C02. the devil is real and his name is yuta nakamoto C03. solos to impress (isn't that how the saying goes?) C04. give it up for viva la vida nine! ✮ new years special C05. asking for an encore C06. coming soon! C07. coming soon!

🧾 © 00127am 2024

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mingkist · 1 year

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my friends as cakes! | nct 127 ver.

this is inspired by this! from @bluehwale, i found the fic so cute and funny so i decided to make an nct ver (for each units) i hope you like it!!

p. taglist: @italiekim @youngestdelacour @alanniys @dogsongy @mingiholic @miriamxsworld

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hrts4hae · 1 year

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nct 127 as instagram notes (these are just for fun and they may not be accurate lol this is just how i imagine them 🤷‍♀️)

#nct au #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct #nct taeyong #nct johnny #nct taeil #nct yuta #nct doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct jungwoo #nct mark #nct haechan #nct social au #nct social media au #nct texts #nct scenarios

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yunho-1999 · 1 year

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Chapter thirty — You knew?!

< prev. | masterlist | next >

❥ taglist: @i2gyus @grassbutneo @bbymin23 @flowerbin131 @itsyaapollochild @n0whereg1rl @catscoffeeandkpop @neo-teenkidz @samsemsame @hibuki-chan @lilacdreams-00 @moon-mumu-moon @poemzcheng @beomslonghair @scoups-of-sugar @ferchwe @dziewoja07 @resceluwu @mini45000 @fallinghardforyoumylove @holdinbacksecrets @jinsoul-gf @jonggdae @loudtoadspyuniversity @hellok1ttycake @000rpheus @ruinmeliuyangyang @ghostfacefricker6969 @jayeonnature @taestrwbrry @apolloxxivmin @purenjuniverse @wookyeoms @nctasdfghj @crowleymorningstar

couldn't tag: @le-chenle @sunshinelixie-lee @eboyjuni @kimjngws @valentineyunh0 @youngestdelacour @pinkynana @jaehyunieloml @luxebeautystyle @starcherrymin @yagetintoit @kiyokoism @hyucupid @woni-e @jenos-dreamie @spiderrenjunfics @anya-writes-stuff

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jjaeemazing · 1 year

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films | nct dream

genre : fluff, comedy, angst (?), friends-strangers-friends, social media au

sypnosis : where you accidentally posted that one picture of the two member of 'DREAM' in your main account.

<<< | 21th chapter | >>>

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writtenbymkl · 2 years

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♡ part 9 ➢ marks cute ??

﹂genre; fakedating!au, college!au, smau, fluff, crack, angst

﹂synopsis; your friends think you’ve never dated anyone but you obviously don’t want them to be right so you say the first person you see in your class, huang renjun.

a/n: hi…. so i went a really long break to catch up with school and everything 😭 i couldnt handle working on this 2 days a week when i was already trying to balance school and working everyday :( but now im back !! and im gonna be updating once a week this whole summer trying to see what days will fit for me to update! i hope you guys enjoy this new chapter :3 let me know if you wanna be a part of the taglist <3

taglist; @acaisahi , @radiorenjun , @juune04 , @staysstrays , @hibuki-chan , @purenjuniverse , @scoups-of-sugar , @soobin-chois , @smolpeyy , @runawayreki , @sthinqsz , @dandelionxgal , @unclassifiedwhore , @vantxx95 , @toshioshijima , @injunification

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mokitariau · 1 year

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one last summerㅣ21ter.

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you choose yuta and the both of you leave in his car.

one last summer masterlist.

#yuta #yuta social media au #yuta nakamoto #yuta nct #yuta texts #nct social media au

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phoxphenex · 5 months

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Ohaiiiii can I request 127s response to you texting "i lost my bed, can i sleep in yours?"

“𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀?” 𝟭𝟮𝟳 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗦

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2jisungs · 28 days

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT - CHAP. O1

SALMA’S NOTES; chapter 1 is out neow 😱😱 this is my first smau but i tried my best loll

MASTERLIST - NEXT

[ TAGGING; @mellowdyverse ]

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct smau #nct social au #nct social media au #nct jaemin #nct mark lee #nct jaehyun #nct yuta #nct mark #nct johnny #nct na jaemin #nct jeong jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun

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hyuckilworld · 1 year

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nct 127 ☕️ soft launching you on instagram

nct 127 x implied female reader

cw: n/a

after a few months of dating, your boyfriend gets the okay to post you on instagram. your only request is that he covers your face, and he obliges. the response is overwhelmingly positive!

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00127am · 4 months

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SETLIST FOUR : give it up for viva la vida nine!

THURSDAY, AMP 08:00PM

Ten nudges your shoulder, a cheshire grin plastered against his lips as he signs hello to you, tilting his head to get a better look at the scowl on your face. The delight he takes in his constant teasing is nearly palpable, visible in the soft squint of his eyes and the lopsided quirk of his dimples. His hair falls over his eyes in thin strands, blonde bangs long enough to skim the bridge of his nose. His roots are growing in, dark brown hair burning at his scalp and slipping underneath the brighter blonde that frames his face with a doting curve. Blue colored contacts blink back at you but they do little to mask the teasing lit in his eyes.

“You really kicking me out?” His voice is still muffled, even with his cherry lips pressed up against your ear (sure to leave a vivid mark of his lipstick) and you find yourself biting back the hint of a smile. He can sense it too and you feel his lips curve into a broader smile, hot breath sticking to the curves of your ear and forcing a movement in your earrings.

“Keep it up and maybe I will,” you try your best to sound annoyed but there's too much affection in your voice to mistake the statement as anything with veracity.

Your response makes your bandmate hum, a low, baritone sound that mixes in too closely with the tuning of Johnny’s bass guitar for you to differentiate them. His fingers momentarily intertwine with yours, giving you a quick squeeze, before he’s raising his hands. Ten’s always had pretty hands, long fingers coated in tarnished gold rings and fingernails painted a vibrant color that always matches your own in some way or another. And when he signs with those pretty hands, he’s fluid and elegant. He signs the way he dances, each motion seamlessly flowing into one another to the extent in which you’re unsure of where one starts and the other ends.

The way he signs Yuta’s name is clunky, unused and unpracticed. The signs are choppy, each syllable pronounced with a harsh movement of his hand. He didn’t have to sign it, you didn’t need any other indication that he was about to preform than the shift of the curtain and the whine of the mic. And unlike Ten’s signage of his name, Yuta is anything but clumsy and unappealing to the eye.

If you heard the words that Ten was speaking against your ear and signing in front of you, you didn’t acknowledge them. So utterly captivated with the rival lead singer just a few hundred feet away that everything else has faded out with the sharp ring in your ears and the blur of your peripheral. Everything but him.

“You sure you don’t like him?”

09:35PM

“What are you so focused on?”

Johnny’s voice is just short of amusement, volume fluctuating with the strum of a few here and there cords from the band currently on stage--hooking up their instruments with the familiar squeal and whine of feedback. The question is directed to the lead singer who’s currently comfortably relaxed against the back bar of the venue, elbows digging into the wood paneling and head tossed ever-so-slightly back. His lips are pulling into a smug look of satisfaction, an expression otherwise unnoticeable if not for the benefit of knowing Yuta for so many years. There’s a cigarette held in between slim fingers and metal rings, unlit and crumpled as the blonde unconsciously toys with it as if he has forgotten it’s there in the first place. Not many things can make Yuta forget about a smoke. Not many people. In fact, his bandmate struggles to think of just one.

And in classic, expected fashion: Yuta declines the privilege of a reply. But it doesn’t take long for Johnny to follow the line of his vision. Sliding over tousled hair and through crowds of groupies. Past the small security detail on the left and just before the barricade of the stage. Straight towards you. He grins, the full extent of his entertainment showing on his face as clear as day. Even though Yuta wasn’t looking, he could feel it. It’s enough to cause the smallest twitch in his eye as he readies himself for the inevitable, taunting comment.

“Oh, I see,” he nudges the blondes shoulder, “Lead singer of Viva La Vida Nine,”

If anything were to get his acknowledgement in this conversation, it would certainly be the topic of recognizing you. Or, misidentifying you. Yuta turns partially, brows set in a downward line and lips pulled into a pout. Expression scrunched and eyes narrowed as he finally dignifies Johnny with a response.

“What? No,”

Johnny returns Yuta’s puzzled countenance with one of his own, raising his brow as his tongue pushes against the bottom row of his teeth. He swallows, looking to his bandmate and then to you, and then Yuta, again, and then back to you. He blinks a few times before raising a thin hand, knuckles a soft red and veins catching on the dim orange hues of the bar. Johnny gestures in your direction, finger perfectly poised at the back of your head. “So you’re not staring at her,”

And Yuta follows like a moth to a flame, eyes slipping against the flesh of the older man’s finger, skimming his nail, before meeting the forty-five degree angle of your jaw. He looks longer than necessary, a few seconds of a lingering glance which Johnny notes with a miniscule upwards dart in the corner of his lips (one that if Yuta had noticed he would have returned with a scowl). The confusion of the situation allows for leeway in an honest admission, words slipping out without a single thought on the matter. A confession met without penance. “Yeah, I am,”

“Right. Yn. The lead singer of Viva La Vida Nine,”

“No,” Yuta’s fully turned now, shooting Johnny an incredulous look that matches his tone, “That’s my fan,”

The emphasis on ‘my’ doesn’t fall on deaf ears. Nor does the conscious (or unconscious) decision to use it. You’re not ours, not Pantera’s, but Yuta’s. And based on his tone, Yuta’s alone. Knowing you (or at least the stories about you), Johnny doesn’t think that would be a sentiment that you would find particularly endearing. He meets his bandmate’s gaze with an equally perplexed one, tone in disbelief and perhaps the slightest hint of vexation that is mellowed over by the amused lit to his words. “Your fan? Don’t tell me she’s the one who you’re all lovey dovey for,”

“I’m not lovey dovey,” it’s the wrong denial provided as Yuta waves him off lazily, rolling his eyes, “It’s just interest. Can’t I be interested in one of my fans?”

My. Again.

“Not when your supposed fan is the lead singer of our rival band,”

And with those words being said (for what feels like the millionth time), Johnny swears he can hear the slightest snap in Yuta’s patience, a sharp sound that’s as clear as the strings on his bass. “She’s not the lead singer of Viva La Vida Nine. I met her after our last gig, I watched her the whole set. I’m telling you she’s-”

“Yn of Viva La Vida Nine,”

Your voice is entangled with the audible whine of the mic on stage, pulling Yuta’s attention with a harsh tug and the whisk of his eyes back to the center of the bar. He turned so quickly, so urgently that Johnny swears he got whiplash. An idea that bubbles laughter in the back of his throat, a sound that Yuta has all but cut out. There’s no bandmate, there’s no cheering crowd, no clink of the bottles at the bar, there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, but you.

Yuta Nakamoto considers himself to be a rather practical man. He’s never worshiped anything. Never fallen into the thinly veiled trap of complete and utter obsession. He’s not an addict, not someone who is constantly chasing the adrenaline of a high. He sticks to what’s in front of him, what he’s good at, what can make a crowd scream or earn him a few more bucks then the last song did. He has never faltered with any desire. Any compulsion. Craving. Yuta Nakamoto is a practical man through and through.

But, oh god, it’s taking all he has not to fall to his knees and worship you.