#chengcheng fluff

[nongbabe]

ChengCheng Boyfriend Material

Requested: yep by my dude @eriines ♡ I feel like I cranked this request out p fast so I'm p content right now

The ideal meme boyfriend

There will be several occassions where he will make you laugh until you cry and he wont even be doing it on purpose

Food buddies

If you really really wanna have a taste of something he ordered he might share with you if hes feeling extra affectionate

But actually hes more likely to just order another serving of it so then you're both happy

Trying at least 1 new restaurant a week or at least a new dish every week when you went out

Takeout and board game dates

If you guys weren't trying out new restaurants you would be getting take out

Lol your fav place would have your orders memorized

Laying on the ground together all sprawled out after eating all of that take out

"I think my stomach is going to explode"

"You say that everytime we get takeout ChengCheng"

"But this time I ate an extra bowl of rice"

"Mmmm"

Sometimes you guys would fall asleep on the floor together

And eventually you'd probs get tangled in each others limbs as you flopped around on the floor

Ya know resting and digesting

And while hes a meme hed also really soft?

Like sometimes when you guys are laying in the floor after eating too much

You'll be asleep and he'll just kinda roll over and brush your hair out of your eyes

And maybe kiss your forehead

And kinda stare and chuckle to himself before falling into a food coma as well

Wow how cute I love

Sending ugly selfies back and forth all day long if you guys are ever apart

He either has a photo of you making a deep face or both of you making derp faces as his lockscresn

If you ever complain and are like "but I look uglyyyy"

"And it makes me laughhh"

And you'd smack him

But hed make up for it by saying something cute like "this way no one can think abt stealing you from me if they happen to see my phone"

But you'd still probs kinda hit him again anyway

wow what a babe

You'd do face masks together all the time

And you would try and make each other laugh

Hed cross his eyes at you and do weird dances and make weird voices

Hed usually win and you'd laugh first

But every now and again you'd pull out your A game

Whoever won tho would always get and earful from the other abt you "ruining" their mask and how they're gonna get wrinkles because of it now

It was always cute play fighting tho

And you'd end up lazing around together letting the ordeal go as soon as the masks came off and watch a movie together or something

It'd be cute

And v cuddly

Even if he complained abt his arm falling asleep

More than half the time his arm is actually fine tho he just likes to complain and give you a hard time

But you'd be like deal with it

Nd he would bc ur cute and he likes to cuddle with the cute u

He likes it a lot

Also I feel like hed be a really gentle kisser?

Like he loves giving you little kiss that are really gentle and not quite as short as a peck but not long either

And if he were in an extra good mood like during the lat morning like 10 to 11 ish and he wasnt hungry (well not super hungry by is probs always a little hungry)

I just feel like hed extra soft during those times idk why

Hed be like a bit more giggly and smiley and still memey but more smiley and

Hed just look at you with so much love

And whenever hed briefly kiss you hed pull away super slowly and then press your forehead together and smile softly

"What was that for Cheng?"

"I just really love you is all"

.

WOW IM SOFT

Imma stop it here so I can try and stay loyal to my babe nongnong omg

[vermemesol]

College! AU | Nine Percent - Fan Cheng Cheng

Pairing : Fan Cheng Cheng x Fem!Reader | Chen Li Nong x Fem!Reader | Justin Huang x Fem!Reader

Genre : College!AU, Fluff

Note : I’m not sure if the first part made any sense, but okay. I seriously suck at this, wow. I’M SO SORRY I KEEP HURTING NONG NONG, I PROMISE I’LL GIVE HIM A HAPPY ENDING OKAY.

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“Welcome to The Nest!” you and the rest of the staff greeted as the bell hanging in front of the door rang. As you look up from the cash register that you were checking, you see that the customer that just came in was Cheng Cheng.

“Oh, Cheng Cheng. You came alone?” he nods as answer, which was odd because he usually talks a lot. Like, on a normal day, he would come in and start asking you stuff or telling you about his day. “Have a seat, I’ll bring you your food asap.” you told him, knowing what he orders all the time.

.....

As you serve up his food and drink, you notice that he was kind of just staring blankly at the table in front of him. “Cheng?” you called out to him. No response. “Hello? Earth to Cheng Cheng?” you waved your hand in front of his face. He jolted up a bit. “Something wrong?” you allow yourself to sit down in the empty seat across him.

“Just... stressed.” he sighs. 

“From school?” he nods at your question.

Cheng Cheng majored in acting. He tells you about how he got a bad grade last time and the comment that the teacher left for him was ‘Learn from your sister.’. He also minored in singing, which also wasn’t going well. You knew exactly how he felt, considering the fact that you too had an older sibling. You share your past experience with him.

Your older brother who was born ten years earlier than you, that’s already like, a major head start, but Cheng Cheng had an even larger gap with his sister. It was always difficult for you to get along with you brother because of the age gap and the fact that he was way smarter than you. Your brother had always been doing well in his academics, but you never did. You were more of an artsy person, you liked art, music and anything of the sort. 

Your family hadn’t constantly been comparing you to your brother, but you always did that to yourself. At the same time, you were proud to have a brother like that. You brag about your brother to everyone instead of making yourself feel bad about having a sibling like him. If he could work hard to get to where he is today, you surely can do the same, it’s just a different path with different obstacles.

“So... I have to brag about my sister who is already famous?” he asks.

“No, you dummy. What I meant was, your sister could make it this far because she’s talented, but she also worked hard for it. Even if you lack talent in the same stuff as her, just try and prove that you can do better in your own way. The harder you work, the luckier you are.” you say again.

“I see... Also, I never knew you had a brother.” he says.

“He’s working in Australia now. Doesn’t get to come home often. I miss him sometimes.” you tell him. “By the way, you performing at the talent show next week?” you ask.

“No, why?” 

“Nong Nong asked me to go watch him perform but I don’t wanna go alone. Come with me?” 

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A week goes by and it’s the day of the talent show. You are already inside the auditorium and when you see Cheng Cheng, you wave at him frantically, letting him know where you were.

“I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Well, I’m here now.” he grins. 

.....

It’s Nong’s turn to perform and he sings Nv Hai. The entire time, gaze only on you. Cheng Cheng noticed this and decides to do something about it. 

“Y/N... I don’t feel so well...” he says, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He describes everything he’s feeling right now, headache, feeling dizzy, wanting to puke etc. So you bring him to the infirmary in the middle of Nong’s performance and yes, Nong sees you two leaving the auditorium. He also sees that Cheng has his arm on your shoulder as you two leave.

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Cheng Cheng is laying on the bed in the infirmary while you look around for some medicine that may be able to help him. “Found it!” you read the label on the medicine container as you walk towards the bed that he was laying on. “Here, this might be able to help.” you hand him the pill. He stares at you for a while, the light coming from the sunset shining on you. It just seemed so perfect. You seemed so perfect. He couldn’t help but grab your wrist and pull you towards him. 

You dropped the pill and the container as he pulled you in. You didn’t dare look at him since you two were literally centimeters apart, but he was definitely still looking at you. At first his gaze was on your face, but it slowly shifted to the tiny gem hanging from your neck. Yes, it was the necklace that he had gifted you for your birthday. “Uh... Cheng?” you call him softly. 

He finally comes to his senses, and let’s go of your wrist. “I’m feeling better now.” he says, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed, towards the opposite side of which you were standing at. His back now facing you. You feel the awkward atmosphere rise as you didn’t know what to say either.

Suddenly, he stands up, turns around and starts laughing. “My acting isn’t too bad after all huh?” he grins widely at you. You were probably blushing a little from what happened earlier but he can’t see anyways considering how dark it was starting to get. At this point you didn’t know which part was the acting. Was it the ‘I’m don’t feel so well’, the part where he pulled you in, or his smile right now? Was it everything?  

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Ever since that day, it has always been the tiniest bit awkward when you two are hanging out, with or without the others. You try to forget about it, but the reoccurring dreams about it are not helping. Not gonna lie, you were starting to develop feelings for him too, but the fact that you didn’t know if it was just an act kept you from ever wanting to confess. 

Other than Cheng Cheng, another person being a little awkward was Nong Nong. You couldn’t stand it anymore and decided that you should ask him about it. So you ask him to head to the courtyard with you while you were all having lunch together. To be honest, all the boys had the same thought at that moment, ‘What’s going on?’. And out of all the eight other boys, only Cheng Cheng decides to go after you two, which made the rest of the boys confirm their suspicions about Cheng Cheng liking you.

.....

“Something wrong?” Nong Nong asked you.

“That’s my line. What’s up Nong? You’ve been acting this was since the talent show.” 

“You and Cheng Cheng have been acting weird too, so why are you interrogating me?” he sounded pissed, which was a side that you’d never seen. You stayed silent, kind of afraid of what he might say next. You had a good idea on where this was going, but you weren’t sure.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.” he sighs. “It’s just... I like you a lot Y/N. And when I saw you and Cheng together at the talent show, it hurt me a lot.” 

‘Shit.’ you thought. 

This was exactly the kind of choice you never expected you’d have to make. You knew the answer in your heart but you didn’t want to wreck the friendship that all of you had and you also didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry. I like Cheng Cheng a lot. Don’t tell him though. I don’t want to ruin what any of us have with each other right now.” you tell him. When you look at him, he’s smiling but at the same time he looks so pained. “It’s okay, I understand.” he says.

It broke your heart. Seeing how Li Nong is right now compared to how he used to be. “I know it’s hard... But please promise me that we can all still be good friends.” you stretch a hand out in a pinky promise gesture. “Promise.” he finishes the pinky promise. 

From a distance away, Cheng Cheng was watching you two but he couldn’t hear anything since it was too far. He assumed that he didn’t have a chance anymore and fled the scene, going home early that day.

When you and Li Nong returned to the cafeteria, you asked the rest of the guys where Cheng Cheng went. They told you he left after the two of you. No one knew where he went.

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(First & second text are Y/N POV, Y/N calls Justin Ming Hao, no judging ok, third text Justin POV in case you get confused at first)

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When you arrived at school in the morning with Justin, you saw Cheng Cheng waiting for you at at the gates. This boy never got to school that early in his entire life. He walked towards you two and grabbed your wrist. “I’ll take care of her from now on.” Cheng Cheng said to Justin before running off with you.

“This is what it feels like to have your heart broken huh?” Justin watched as you two left.

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“Wait! Cheng! You’re running too fast!!!” you exclaimed.

He finally stops when you two reach the courtyard. You’re panting and your face is red from both running and embarrassment because of the conversation hours before. You feel his hand on your shoulder. When you look up, he’s grinning so widely at you. 

You two finally sit down on the bench and start talking.

“Care to explain?” you ask. He holds one of your hands, inching closer to you. And you close your eyes tight. You feel a pair of soft lips peck your forehead instead.

“I like you too.” he says.

You can’t believe it but it’s true, you liked him and he liked you. 

- END - 

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[shining-red-diamond]

(11:23PM) ChengCheng was having the time of his life: late night snacking, joking around with his members, and having Y/N sitting next to him. The camper they were in had a small dining table, so they took advantage of it to have time to visit with each other while on the road.

Typically, all of them would be too tired to talk this late at night, but the day had been full of exciting events that it left everyone in such high energy. However, Y/N was getting sleepy pretty quickly. She kept adjusting herself in her seat to try to stay awake, but it was to no avail.

While Xiao Gui was telling a story, ChengCheng noticed Y/N’s body language. He made eye contact with her and motioned for her to come closer to him. She sat up and leaned towards him, and he pulled her in to chest as his arms snaked around her waist.

Kissing her head, he whispered, “Sleep, angel.”

[aeri101]

nine percent // lin yanjun // white moodboard

boyfriend yanjun

[linkeai]

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

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

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

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

but that was all they really had going for them

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

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

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

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

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

they had this system - like a kill count

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

it was a pretty gross practice

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

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

you were not going to be one of those girls.

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

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

until fan chengcheng

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

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

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

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

yeah.. no thanks

and that was only the beginning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“uh.. yeah.”

dammit, y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

was he looking for you?

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

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

oh god, why you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“go on a date with me.”

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

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

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

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

“yeah, really. i like you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

where did the confident hockey boy go?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“giiiiirllllll…….”

and that pretty much summed it up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you chuckled, locking your pinky with his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

chengcheng chuckled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so, do you take all the girls here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“goodnight, chengcheng.”

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

maybe hockey players weren’t so bad after all.

[wenkexingsfanwkx]

Soft Hands

Prompt: "Your hands are so soft I'm must protect them."

Pairing: Fan Chengcheng x Reader

The snow was bringing up the feeling of ice but the feeling of being with your boyfriend just gets rid of the cold. Walking side by side with each other brought peace in each other's hearts.

Both of you wrapped in bunch of clothing. The scarfs right up to your noses, nuzzling yourselves in the warmth of it.

Winter was your favorite season because even if you both got sick, you could always cuddle with each other which brought warmth and happiness.

Once in a while Chengcheng would grab your hand but you would get distracted by the beauty of the nature and pull out the intertwined hands to point out things of your interest.

Whenever you would point out something weird his eyes would crinkle into your favorite and cutest eye smile and would release the familiar laugh. Like once you saw a clump of snow and said it looked like him because it resembled a puppy.

When you said that he became the drama queen he his and acted all offended. You just rolled your eyes at him and threw some snow at him.

Turning at the corner, you spotted a bakery and the aroma made you feel all fuzzy inside. Both of you went in and had some hot chocolate and some freshly baked chocolate bread. After eating it up you could finally feel the coldness go away but you both had to head back home and left the bakery, satisfied.

You wanted to just stand and look at the snow but at the rate the snow was falling, it was sure if that if you wouldn't hurry up the snow would collect up to your door and you wouldn't be able to enter the house.

While you both were walking, once again, Chengcheng grabbed your hands in his. "Why do you keep grabbing my hand when you know I will take them out?", you ask.

"Your hands are so soft. I must protect them.", he replies giving a cheeky smile.

[lovelypercent]

Cuddling with Fan Chengcheng

[A/N] Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Request are open! NO GIFS BELONG TO ME!

[Request] Hello!!! I was wondering if you could do a v v v fluffy scenario with chengcheng? Something like Sunday morning cuddles together and it’s just filled with lil kisses and soft whispers convos etc etc? Just super lovey dovey kinda thingy? Thank you! I love ur other works too btw!! 🧡🧡🧡cheng

cheng lives for cuddles

cuddling with cheng doesn’t end with 20 minutes,, nonono,,

cuddling goes on for hours,, 2 hours minimum

he is 120% the little spoon

he loves to rest his on your should while hugging your stomach

he would complain and be so soft when hes cuddling

cheng would just find your warmth and scent so comforting

l o v e s  when you play with his hair

yet don’t worry when you have a bad day he is the ultimate big spoon

he practically swallows you in love and warmth

he would you hold him close to his chest 

cheng loved to hear you vent

he would get angry on your behalf and literally start cursing about whoever wronged you 

cuddling always ends with him falling asleep

not because he got bored but he just felt at ease and so safe

[yuhenglesbian]

Galaxies & Stardust

Link to part one (of sorts) 

Pairing: Fan Chengcheng x Female Reader 

Requested: Nope. I’ve been wanting to write a sequel to Sky Full of Stars for a while. 

Genre: Fluff; Hinted Smut

Word Count: 2,204

A/N: This took me so long to post because things kept on coming up constantly rip. It’s not exactly a sequel because both the fics are pretty individual of each other unless you want context for a couple of things. Also, this was pretty gender neutral until boobs became a factor *sigh*. 

If there was one thing you would never get tired of– that you’d pick over and above everything in your life– it was Fan Chengcheng. It was the way he was created of constellations and lone stars and the way he made you feel like you were covered in stardust every time he touched you. Sometimes when you’d pull away from each other– flushed and breathless, lips glistening and moist, you were tempted to check for galaxies that you swore formed across your skin everywhere he touched you. His touches were always languid and lazy– flowing gently over you every time you made out but they never failed to make you feel as if sparks were forming under the skin where his fingers rested, ready to set you on fire if they got out of hand but for now, only making you feel as if he’d imprinted on you the very galaxies you swore he was made of.

Those feelings amplified exponentially the first time you ever made love to each other– made love because you couldn’t bear to call it anything else. Everywhere he touched you, you could feel a starburst happening. Countless new stars being born and dying over and over until you couldn’t hold back your orgasm any longer. When he held you later that night, both of you still panting slightly from the activity and told you in soft whispers against your neck of how much he loved you, you swore that you were on the edge of becoming one with a newborn galaxy.

In the morning after, you notice the love bites trailing down your neck– bruising your skin in hues of purple and red. He kisses them gently, still half asleep even as he wraps his arms around your waist while you make breakfast and apologises for how visible they are. You turn around and kiss that beauty mark on his jaw and tell him that you wished he’d paint you in those colours all over and giggle when he blushes.

***

Fan Chengcheng is sure he is in love with you– with the little things about you. With how you always make him breakfast when you stay over; with how easily you smile and how the sun couldn’t ever compare to your radiance when you do. He’s in love with the breathless, flushed you who pulls him in for another kiss almost as soon as you’ve pulled away. He’s in love with the you who’s made of sweet moans and gasping repeated pleas of his name at night– all your little noises loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for his parents to be able to hear how the nature of your relationship has changed slightly.

He thinks you’re beautiful and he wonders how you could possibly be in love with him. He’s amazed at how patient you are with him– always around to talk him out of any of doubts he has about himself and his worth as an idol. He’s awed at how when words fail, you can always kiss away his thoughts. He’s in love with how you kiss him– slow and languid, matching his pace as your desires slowly build up. He in love with the moment you pull away, your eyes glazed over with all the love and adoration and need he feels growing inside him as he lets you pull him closer for another kiss– this one more heated than the last.

However if anyone asked, what about you Fan Chengcheng is in love with, all of those things wouldn’t be what he answered. If anyone asked him why he loved you, he’d tell them about how you make him feel like he’s made of stardust and how you’re the magic of meteor showers– making him feel vulnerable and invincible at the same time– leaving him feeling like magic existed and came from stars even as you called him a galaxy of stars and constellations and swore that he was the one leaving galaxies bursting on every inch of your skin that he touched.

***

It had been a lazier-than-usual Sunday evening that found you both cuddling on the couch at your apartment, the television playing a long-forgotten movie as Chengcheng told you about how he’s been since the last time you saw him. He talks about how Nine Percent is finally gearing for debut and how he’s worried about the stress increasing with a double debut. One of his hands is holding yours, tangling your fingers together and absently tracing circles on the skin below your thumb while the other is wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.  You’re acutely aware of how much you’ve missed his voice and the feel of his touch as your heart lurches in yearning for more domesticity in your relationship.

“I’m just glad to be back finally,” he says after a while, his lips against your neck, his words barely audible. You hum in response, tilting your head back to expose your neck a little more. “I missed you,” you tell him, raising his hand to your lips even as he trails kisses down your neck.

Things move faster from there– leaving you breathless with the series of starbursts that you can feel taking place all through your body and mind as Chengcheng pins you down on the couch and leaves kisses and hickeys on any bit of exposed skin he can find. His movements are urgent and feverish and you can’t help but wonder if you’ll actually become a new galaxy by the time he moves away.

When he does move away– sooner than you would have liked for him to, leaning back against the handle of the couch and pulling you with him, the fire of his touches have left you so delirious you’re almost sure you’re only half human–  the other half of you is probably lost to the supernovas he’s created all through your body. “I love you,” he whispers for the first time in a long time and in that moment, delirious or not, you love him more than you ever have.

You need him more than you ever have: with his lips swollen and parted slightly, panting slightly; his hair sticks to his forehead and you wonder how much his hair must have grown from the last time you saw him. You look at the boy in front you, holding you on his lap and looking at you clearly worried about how you would react to his confession. You can’t help but smile and lean forward to kiss him– a slow, eager kiss full of how deeply you feel for him. In the years to come, Chengcheng would relate the kiss to a lake in the monsoons–  filled to bursting and yet something that filled him with peace instead of making him want to run away. In that moment, he lets hands roam everywhere on your body as you pull away momentarily from the kiss only to leave kisses all over his face and all down his neck.

You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging it slightly so he takes the hint and tilts his neck and allows you to suck and lick on every bit of his neck. Chengcheng thinks of how you always compare him to the night sky and how you talk of his touches turning you into a cosmic space where new galaxies are formed and in that moment he feels as if  he is the cosmic space where galaxies are formed. Every nerve ending in his body seems to be bursting from charged energy leaving him jittery and exhilarated all at once–  he wonders if you feel this way too when he touches you. Absently, his hands brush over your breasts, squeezing them gently over your bra making you moan into his neck, making him groan in response to the proximity.

All at once, the sensations are too much to let either of you hold back and vaguely you can feel his dick beginning to harden as you sit on his lap, staring at him–  both of you shocked at the sudden wantonness of your relationship and the intimacy it had stemmed from.  His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are shining and his lips are swollen and you can’t help but be taken at how beautiful he looks in moments like this–  it makes you want to take a picture of him like you often do when your makeout sessions end. Today, however, you can’t really see yourself doing that–  this moment feels infinitely more private than any you’ve ever shared and maybe it’s because it was at that moment that you realised you were in love with him or it was because his hand was under your shirt. You can’t tell the difference and you don’t care for it–  at that moment, all you want is to lead that moment to fruition and even though Chengcheng is too polite to say it, the look in his eyes tell you that he wants it too.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he tells you, hesitantly trying to release some of the tension. He’s visibly nervous and you think he’s adorable so you lean in again to kiss him again– this one is barely a peck on his lips. “I want you,” is all you tell him before his hands are cupping your face as he pulls in for a deeper kiss– one that doesn’t make you feel like you’re a newborn galaxy–  it makes you feel like he’s pulling you into a new, private galaxy where no-one exists besides the two of you.

In the morning after that you wake up to Chengcheng’s bare chest against your back, his face buried in your neck, his arm around you, you wonder briefly how the two of you ever managed to make it to the bedroom from the couch. It rushes in other memories from the previous night as well: The feel of his lips all over skin, his tongue swirling around your nipples before he sucked them– you bite your lips at the memory of how it made you moan; your body tingles at the memory of the actions–  at how you were sure you would definitely burst into cosmic dust before the night was over.

You look at the boy sleeping next to you and wonder if he at all believes it when you tell him how beautiful he is and you wish he does because he is– like the sky under which you kiss him after he tells you about how afraid he is of not being good enough on certain nights. You trace your finger across his face, drawing imaginary lines connecting each of his beauty marks and think about how all his skin is dotted with them and how he let you kiss each of them last night. “You’re a star-studded night sky, Fan Chengcheng,” you whisper, barely audible to even yourself. “You’re made of constellations and lone stars and when you touch me I feel like my essence is becoming an entirely new universe.”

It’s the first time you ever worded out how he makes you feel and when he stirs slightly in his sleep, you’re slightly embarrassed that he may have heard you. Instead, he hums in his sleep, completely unaware and shifts slightly making you smile. You gently raise his hand and creep out of bed, picking up his discarded shirt and pulling it over yourself. It’s when you pull your hair up to tie it that you notice the love bites on your neck–  red and purple and reminding you of NASA pictures of galaxies and you can’t help but admire them for a while in the mirror of your room before you make your way to the kitchen.

It’s been barely ten minutes  when Chengcheng joins you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a back hug, kissing the nape of your neck. “Good morning,” he says, groggily, “come back to bed.” You laugh, throwing your head back and resting it on his chest, looking up at him. “No, Cheng,” you smile, “we need food.”

You laugh some more when he pouts and Chengcheng decides then that he’s never going to love someone as much as you. He trails his hands up your sides, making you shiver slightly. His hands roam all over your body as he leans down to kiss your neck– stopping when he notices the bruises he’s left on your skin. You don’t need to turn around to see the worry and guilt in his eyes as he apologises. “I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he says and you can’t help but laugh a little at how sweet he is. You turn around in his arms and kiss his jaw.

“Fan Chengcheng, you’re made of stars you know that?” you sigh fondly. “You’re made of stars and when I saw those bruises, my first thought was that they were galaxies because those are what I feel under my skin when you touch me. I love them and if anything, I’d rather you covered me all over in them.”

[pocketninepercent]

imagine feeding pocket-sized fan chengcheng but it never ends because he always asks for more.

[sinfulcries2]

colors ; fan chengcheng

Hey thots, its your lesbian jesus back on tumblr. sO like ive decided to pick my lazy ass up and write some imagines, hope yall missed me :( this is totally not inspired by some real life shit  

chengcheng meets his inspiration, the girl in his dreams

Chengcheng was a painter. he loved to paint. his passion for painting came from his sister, Fan Bingbing, a famous painter who was known not only in china, but all around the world. the colors he mixed and the paintings he painted, were all in his mind. and all the future works he planned to paint were also planned out in his mind. the only problem that he was encountering is his lack of motivation and inspiration. looking at the flowers outside his window seemed dull, even though they stood out in many different colors. looking at the stars in the sky seemed boring, even though they formed different constellations with a meaning behind it. he didnt bother looking for inspiration nor motivation, so he stopped painting. the vibrant hues of yellows and reds have been forgotten, and same goes for the blues and oranges. all the colors he possibly could think of, were not a priority anymore.

chengcheng woke up at approximately 2:30 am on a saturday morning. beads of sweat covered his body and he woke up panting. 'another weird dream' he thought. chengcheng sighed and covered himself in his blankets. he recalled his dream awhile ago. a girl who was dancing in her own style, but she had something unique in her, she shined in all the different colors possible. her hair exploding in hues of bright yellows and browns, her skin glowing, her clothes of orange, and her eyes. her eyes of brown. chengcheng ruffled his hair in frustration, but came to a stop when he felt a rush of motivation and inspiration come through his body. he gasped and in shock. "this cant be true..." he whispers, images of that colorful girl comes through his head like a storm. he never felt that way in years, and it surprised him that all of it came back.

chengcheng couldnt take it anymore.

he stood up from his bed, opening his lamp before walking to the corner of his room where his easel and paints were located. he gulped nervously grabbing the paint brush and opening a jar of orange colored paint. he dipped his brush into the warm pigment and started dragging his brush in different directions across the canvas. with shaky hands, he continued to paint with different colors and strokes, until he continued to paint the mysterious girl in his dreams.

the girl who stood out in his dream, orange clothes, brown hair, glowing skin skin, brown eyes...

it was all perfect for chengcheng. he looked at his work proudly before leaning the canvas on the wall with care. he already noticed that the sun was slowly peaking, so he looked at the clock which read 5:15 a.m. he sighed again, and looked at his work with curiosity. he mumbled, "who exactly are you?"

y/n cursed, falling down on the floor after making a mistake learning a choreography she has been wanting to learn lately. she stood up lazily and walked over to the bench at the side of the room. she grabbed her water bottle and chugged half of the contents inside. she then wipes the dripping sweat on her forehead with her sweater. just then her best friend, Wenjun walked inside the room holding two sandwiches. one for himself and one for the latter. "dont overwork yourself y/n" the older says worriedly, seeing the bags under the poor girl’s eyes. he hands y/n the sandwich, to which she takes and eats immediately. wenjun chuckles and ruffles her air enthusiastically. "youre hard working, y/n, just dont overwork yourself okay?" he says looking at the younger with sincere. the latter nods in return, "thanks for the sandwich gege" she says with her mouth full, showing wenjun a gross smile. "dont talk while your mouth is full!" he says with disgust while y/n can only laugh at his statement.

"by the way, were going to the art store now, we need new log books" wenjun says while fixing his hair. "ohh alright ill just change" y/n says while the older just nods. after a few minutes, y/n comes back in a  orange sweater and some denim ripped jeans. "alright, sunshine, lets go!" wenjun chirped grabbing y/n hand and dragging her to the nearby art store.

"cheng! breakfast is ready!" bingbing, shouted from dowstairs. the boy groaned and tossed his phone to the side. he groggily walked down the stairs and made his way to the dining table, which had a variety of chinese food and fruits served. "looks like you didnt get some sleep" his mom says worriedly. "i had a weird dream" he says sighing. Bingbing looked at chengcheng curiously leaning her head on her arms. "what was it about di?" she asked. chengcheng ruffled his hair for the 3rd time already and ate his breakfast quietly. "a girl..." he mumbles. his sister rolled her eyes and looked at the latter. "what is it-" chengcheng cut her off by running towards the door and opening it. "bYE JIE IM GONNA BUY SOME PAINTS!" he said and slammed the door shut. bingbing sat there in amusement. "he found his inspiration i see..." she smiled happily. 

chengcheng arrived at the store quite quickly, as it was just a few blocks away from his home. he scrolled through the paint aisle carefully, looking for acrylic paints that would match his painting with the boy. he heard a pair of footsteps walking towards the direction of the store, and two people talking quite loudly. "ge! i also need to buy paints for zhengting-ge! he needs to give them as a gift to xukun-ge" the younger sounding voice explained. chengcheng's eyes widened in shock when he heard the name xukun being mentioned.

cai xukun is a fairly well known painter he was following on weibo. he is known for his abstract paintings, and has 10 million followers on weibo. chengcheng took a glimpse of the two people chatting to find Bi Wenjun, a singer/trainee he heard his bestfriend rave about some other day. and the gitl. the girl whom he found in his dreams. chengcheng's vision was filled with the familiar yellows and oranges he had seen in his dream. y/n on the other hand, looked at the good looking latter in front of him. he noticed the latters face and smiled brightly.

y/n made her way over to chengcheng with a bright smile on her face. "youre fan bingbing's sister, fan chengcheng right? the legendary painter who suddenly stopped painting" she said with a dazzle in her eyes. chengcheng was lost for words. someone called him a legendary painter for the first time. the latter's ears turned red and he grew flustered at the girl's compliment. "a-ah im not l-legendary, t-thats too high of a c-compliment" he says stuttering

The younger chuckles and shakes chengcheng's hand. "im y/n! im one of your admirers. i may not be a painter, but i am a future journalist!" she exclaims. The older slimes at y/n and says. "u-uh, ive been seeing you in my dreams lately and ive gotten into painting-". "ah ge, dont flatter me please" she blushes and hides his face in his hands. "im not kidding though! i painted you this morning!" he exclaims.

y/n could only bow at the legend infront of him. "ah ge, don't you think its fate?" she asks wiggling her eyebrows. chengcheng could only smile shyly. "HEY LOVE BIRDS! ITS TIME FOR Y/N TO GO!" wenjun shouted raising the new logbooks in his hand. "GE WE NEED TO BUY THE PAINTS!" y/n shouts back. wenjun walks over to the counter with paints and payed for them. "well i'll get going, hope to see you soon!" she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. y/n turned around and walked to wenjun who was impatiently holding the plastic bag. "WAIT!" chengcheng shouted, making her turn around.

"C-can i perhaps have your number?" chengcheng asked shyly. the latter grinned and walked over to chengcheng. "sure! bring out your phone ge" she smiled, while chengcheng handed his phone to the latter.

'i can paint you now, you are my inspiration, y/n' he thought, while a rush of colors flood into his mind, forming her with the most captivating smile he has ever seen.

[rapperlinkai]

Getting back | Fan Chengcheng

no more words needed (i just really dk wut to say here)

So it's Saturday and you're just chillin' with your boyfriend Chengcheng at your apartment

Watching movies and eatin popcorn and frozen pizza, Chengcheng kissing you, feeding each other

Cheng thought it's just one of your lazy dates but you actually planned a prank for him

You have decided to do this bec of all the pranks he did to you

Like putting salt in your milk, putting powder in your blower, and other small pranks but

Like they've been so many and you're like

bOIIII I HAD ENOUGAHJSKSX

So yeah

You already placed the camera where it is unnoticeable

Yes there's a camera so you can use it as a blackmail or just to watch when you have a bad day

You decided to accidentally call him your ex's name

bec it fckin hurts when u hear ur s/o call you his/her ex

So you want to see how he'll react

So yeah cheng and you fakely are immersed with the movie but suddenly you

aCHHOooOOoooO!!!!

yeah that's a sneeze

"give me tish, Chen, chen, give me the tissue"

yeah i searched taht name in google

You're like covering your nose and gesturing your hand for tissues

but youre really lookin at his reactions

bUT YOU WANNA STAB YA SELF BEC

he literally moves like Flash when you sneezed to get you tissue

but ya boiii stopped immediately when he heard the name

And his eyes just showed how shocked, hurt, confused he was

he was sure he heard it right but

"what did you just call me?"

and you're like

"CHENG! I called you Cheng"

but of course you wiped your fake snot first aGSJSKXKXFFD

he just shook his head signalling he doesn't believe it

"No. You called me ur ex's name. You called me that douche's name"

He really said it with so much hatred

And you can literally hear how hurt he was and he just went to the kitchen

Slammed the door fridge and

You are kinda temted to hug and calm him and say it was a prank

But you kind of enjoying it

Bec he's pouting and he's just so cute

And he's also hot at the same time ?¿

Like he's so worked up and his eyes are fierce and he looks so manly

"why are you calling me by his name? Do you miss him?"

"of course not. I said CHENG. You misheard. " with rolling your eyes to match his anger

"Noooo, you said CHEN. you miss him? Call him. Meet him." he said it so sadly and you kinda feel guilty :(

And he suddenly sit in front of you holding your hand while looking down dramatically

You covered your face rn like youre so done

But you just want to cover your smile and suppress your laugh

Bec he is pouting and being so fckin dramatic like

"if you really miss him, get back to him. Im not gonna stop you. Im setting you free because I love you. You made me so happy and maybe it's the right for me to make you happy. By setting you free."

sWEAR YOU SAW A TEAR THREATENING TO FALL FROM HIS EYE

Now you cant really stop yourself from laughing and you laugh it all out like there's no tomorrow

And he's like why are you laughing? I'm trying to set you free even though it hurts

And it just made you laugh even more and he's just sitting in front of you. clueless

Suddenly he got up with an angry expression, wiping his eyes

And of coure you panic

You pull his arm and hug him in the waist

You're looking up at him while hugging him

He's not hugging you. He's just letting you hug him. He now had an emotionless face

"Babe, it was a prank."

And you kinda laugh bec you remembered his dramatic reactions

But you stopped immediately when he looked away and tried slipping from your hug

"baby, i was just getting back at you. you've been so naughty these past few weeks. Im sorry."

You said it with a lil pout and u made ur eyes cuter

He looked away, supressing a smile

He know that you know his weakness

You calling him baby and you pouting

"but you still called me your ex's name. Im hurt"

"baby, that's why i'm sorry. baby look at me."

You kissed his chin and made him look at you

You both lookin at each other's eyes

"Cheng, I love you. I love you. I've already moved on from him. You're my present and I want you, only you, to be with me in the future. Do you want me too?

He cupped your face and gave you a peck

"of course baby. I only want you too."

He kissed you and you kissed him back.

His hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders.

You both are pouring your love in that kiss. So immersed and so full of love

When suddenly you remembered something so push him slightly to stop

And he looked at you confused with drunken eyes

You walked to the cabinet where you put the camera and stopped the recording

You looked at your boiii mischievously

When Cheng realized what you did, he panicked

"and now, i have a funny video to share to justin and the gang."

"babe. No. Please." he said tryin to steal the camera.

But he gave up for now only because you already hugged it so tightly and he knew how persistent you are

So he just hugged you and showered your face with light kisses while murmuring

"secure that properly or tomorrow that would be gone"

And you know you really need to keep it somewhere Chengcheng doesnt know if there's really one

The end hahahaha

Okayyyy, I tried. This is my first time writing a fic. got this idea at like 1 am. just doin what i wanted to do. 😉 bye

[uwuniel]

[9:59 pm] Chengcheng scaring you by jumping out behind you after you watched a scary movie and he accidentally gets punched in the face

[scriptura-adrepticius]

Wait For Me - Fan Chengcheng

Finally finished bashing this out after two failed drafts smh

Pairing: Fan Chengcheng x OC/reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint, royalty!au

Word Count: 5.9k

Life is difficult, especially when a military coup has overthrown your king. It doesn’t stop you from trying to topple them, though, even if you have to help from another kingdom altogether.

Masterlist

did i ever mention that fan chengcheng is a fatass mood

Things have been going well, Yanjun. I have a stable job and a place to live, and the Fan household is kind. The only things I lack are candles with which to write you these letters by.

I hope you are still alive and doing as well as you can. I hope the money I’m sending you is enough to do something. If only I could send these letters as well.

Don’t do anything stupid, Yanjun. If you do, I will find out, and I will find you, and I will bury you alive. Trust me. Your little sister isn’t completely helpless, and I’m stronger than I was a few years ago.

Wait for me. I love you and miss you. Please visit Father and Mother for me soon.

~~~

“Up late writing more letters?” Linkai asks, watching you yawn for the third time in a row.

“Not that late,” you protest. “Only for about half an hour this time.”

Xingjie shakes his head. “You go to sleep late anyway. You can’t keep staying up like this.”

You look up from the pot you’ve been scrubbing clean. “I don’t think you understand,” you say quietly. “It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”

At that, Xingjie falls silent, probably a little embarrassed. You splash him with a little water. “It’s okay, Jie. I get that you’re worried for me. But until I know he’s alive, I won’t stop.” You pass the pot to Linkai to rinse and dry. “What’s next?”

“Wenjun told me you were assigned laundry and then to clean the young master’s room,” Zhangjing says, lugging along a sack of rice. You immediately go to help, picking up the end of the bag with a grunt. “Thanks, Liying,” he says gratefully.

“No problem, Zhangjing,” you say breathlessly, heaving the sack down in the pantry. “I’ll get going now. If you need any help, Wenjun will tell me.”

Laundry. You really hate laundry, because it prunes your fingers and makes them raw and pink so that they’re prone to bleeding at the slightest provocation, but at least you’re allowed to do your own laundry with the rest of the Fan household’s. You find a sack in the cleaning supplies closet, and then begin your long trek through all the bedrooms to collect dirty clothing.

The morning and some of the afternoon passes as you scrub laundry in the sunshine, pausing only for fifteen minutes to eat a small lunch. At one point, the young master and his friends come around and they say hi to you.

One thing that’s different about this kingdom is the kindness of the nobles, you think. Back in your home, the nobles, or at least most of them, were haughty and cold to their underlings. However, here, Fan Chengcheng and his friends treat you with kindness and a sort of tentative friendship that makes you feel a little more at ease.

Also, the nobles here are far more handsome than the ones back at home. Especially Chengcheng and his friends. Just saying.

Perhaps they’re all gods, you speculate as you wring out one of the master’s shirts. They’re all kind and good, and exceedingly handsome.

Well, it’s a theory. And it’s plausible. 

The clothes dry quickly in the hot sunshine, and before long, you’re loading them all back into the sack to put them away. “Just a few more hours,” you mumble to yourself.

You let your feet go on autopilot, losing yourself in your thoughts as your hands move automatically to put clothes away in the correct places. Finally, you’re in Chengcheng’s room.

As usual, it’s a fucking mess.

A lock of hair has come untied from your usual ponytail, so you tie it back up again with a sigh, surveying the chaos before you.

“Cheng, have you- oh, sorry Liying!” Zhengting comes running into the doorway, then stops short at seeing you clearing up the mess that is Chengcheng’s room. “This is how he leaves his room?” he asks you incredulously.

You turn around and shrug before continuing to sweep the floor free of bits of paper. “Yes, young master,” you reply.

Zhengting shakes his head in annoyance just as Chengcheng appears in the doorway. “What do you need, Ting? Oh, hello, Liying.”

“This is the state you keep your room in?” Zhengting immediately says, rounding on the younger boy.

Chengcheng pinks a little. “It’s not like you keep yours any better!” he counters, and you have to try not to laugh. “It’s okay, young masters,” you say, addressing the boys. “Go and do whatever it is you had to do.” Despite your best efforts, a little laugh escapes you as you turn back to cleaning the room.

The pieces of paper are slowly cleared away, the ink blots scrubbed off the wooden desk, the bed made with new sheets and the books on the shelf straightened. You linger on this last task, taking your time to read the spines and snatch a few words here and there.

Books. What wouldn’t you give to have all your books back again.

You finish cleaning Chengcheng’s room as the sun begins to set. You report to Wenjun, who asks you to help the cooks finish preparing dinner. Then, finally, you’re given the okay to go to sleep.

. . . . .

Did you visit Father and Mother? If you did, I hope you told them I miss them too. If you didn’t, understandable.

Have their headstones been destroyed yet? I hope not.

It’s selfish, but second only to you and them, I miss my books. I just want all my books back. Every time I clean the library or Fan Chengcheng’s room, I find myself lingering to read the spines of the books. I can’t help it!

I guess that would be my birthday wish for this year. That or good news from you.

You know, ever since Zhengting scolded Chengcheng, his room’s been a little cleaner. I still laugh every time I think about that. I miss your laugh.

I hope you’re doing well. I want to hear from you soon. Wait for me. Goodbye, brother.

~~~

Almost a year has passed since you first became a servant of the Fan household, and it’s your birthday. The day fills you with a bittersweet feeling, as it’s the first birthday you’ve experienced without your brother, and the first birthday you’ve spent in a foreign country. Still, Xingjie and Linkai remember, and they cobble together a small present for you.

It’s priceless in your eyes, the gift that they get for you. A small, torn book, but still readable and charming in its own right. They tell you they bought it with their own wages. You have a little trouble believing them, however, because it’s written in the old script.

The old script is only known and studied by the nobles and scholars of the kingdoms. The texts are priceless. However, perhaps the old bookstand owner didn’t realize just how much this small book would be worth. Either way, you don’t care that much. You’re enraptured by the worn pages and faded ink of the words.

You, of course, can read the old script. However, you have had to hide this skill ever since you came to the Fan estate so as to blend in with the rest of the servants. The book stays with you at all times, hidden in one of the pockets of your trousers.

You go through the days, cleaning, cooking, and scrubbing as usual for the pay given to you every week by Wenjun. Everything is normal, except for the fact that Fan Chengcheng seems to pay you a little more attention now. Whether it’s when you pass him in the halls or if he happens upon you when you’re washing clothing, he always dips his head in greeting and flashes you a little smile. That’s normal, but the frequency isn’t. It’s as though he tries to find you, but you’re pretty sure you’re just being stupid.

One day, you’re in the gardens, helping to pick the fruit off the top of the trees. No one is around since the old gardener trusts you not to fall and break your neck, so you hum to yourself in silence as you place the fruits in a basket.

“Good morning, Liying.”

You nearly fall off the tree in surprise, but you quickly grab onto a branch, steadying yourself. “Good morning, young master!” you call down.

Chengcheng smiles at you. “Mind if I take one?” he asks, gesturing to the basket of fruit. You shrug, dangling it down. “If you can reach!”

Chengcheng just manages to take one, appraising it in his hands before smiling at you again. You feel a small blush rising in your cheeks as you smile back.

“Thank you, Liying,” he says, waving.

“You’re welcome, young master.”

When he leaves, you have to take a moment to calm your rapidly beating heart. You sit on a sturdy branch, back leaning against the trunk, as you will the heat to leave your cheeks. It’s in that position that Xingjie finds you a little later, yelling for you to get down and help cook the noon meal.

In the midst of Xingjie lecturing you about not slacking off and teasing you about the young master, you don’t notice the absence of the little book in your pocket. At night, you realize its disappearance, but you can’t go back to find it at midnight. The next day, when you rush to the gardens in the early dawn hours, it’s not there.

The whole day, you retrace your steps from the day before to no avail.

The book is gone.

. . . . .

Yanjun, I’m terrible. I lost the book that Xingjie and Linkai gave me. They’ve been so kind about it that it makes me feel worse.

I’m so scared that someone will connect that book to me and find out that I’m not just a peasant. If that happens, I may be sent back home, and all my efforts would be fruitless.

Please be safe. If you’re dead, I don’t know what I’ll do. Please, wait for me. I have to come back to something.

~~~

It’s a pale-faced you that wanders the estate grounds throughout the week, going through the motions of living but constantly lost in worried thought. You do your best to put on a brave face when the young master and his friends come near, but you can only keep this façade on for so long.

Fan Chengcheng already looks suspicious, anyway. His eyes always seem to linger on you for a second too long when he greets you in the halls, and when he chances to come into his room while you’re cleaning, you can feel his gaze on you as you hurriedly sweep the floor.

Finally, you get a lucky break at the end of the week. Wenjun asks you to clean the library, and you jump at the opportunity to surround yourself with the comforting smell of old books.

Clouds of dust waft around you as you alternate between sneezing loudly and swiping the dusty wood and books. It makes you a little sad to see that the books are so unused.

You pull a particularly large book off a shelf, examining the title in rapture. You lean against the shelves, balancing as best you can on the stool you’re standing on, and impulsively open it to begin reading.

It’s a book of history, written by one of the most famous historians of the previous century. You’re so immersed that you do not notice when the young master enters the library, looking around curiously before alighting his eyes on you.

“Liying?”

You nearly fall off the stool in surprise, catching hold of the heavy bookshelf just in time. “Young master!” you gasp.

He walks over to stand over you and scrutinizes the book. You’re frozen. For a long, long moment, there is absolute silence.

“You’re not a regular servant, are you?” he finally asks.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, eyes wide. Your mind is running with a thousand thoughts. What if you’re fired? What if you lose the mistress’s trust? What if you are sent to jail for overstepping your boundaries?

“You can read,” he states.

Play dumb.

You nod slowly. “Yes, I can read.” Most servants can.

“No,” he says more impatiently. “You can read the old script.”

Shit.

“Uh, no, I don’t, uh, I was just... looking because the words are prettier than modern script!” you stammer, snapping the book shut. Dust billows into a cloud and you sneeze.

When you look up, Chengcheng is just looking at you like “do you really think I’m dumb?

“Yes, I can read it,” you mumble.

He’s only looking at you, but his intense gaze paralyzes you and makes you speechless. You can’t move, you can’t speak. You can only stare at him. Uncomfortable tension fills the air between you.

“Cheng!”

Both of you start, you stumbling off the stool. Chengcheng catches your arm, looking at you with an unreadable expression. He lets go of you with a look that tells you he’s not done, and then walks out of the library.

You sink down, placing your face in your hands.

“Oh my god,” you mumble. “What have I done?”

. . . . .

Yanjun, I feel so lost. I don’t know what Chengcheng will do or what he will say.

What if I’m forced to return home? Or what if I lose this job? What if you end up waiting for nothing?

Yanjun, I’m sorry. I’m such a failure.

~~~

You can’t sleep that night, worried about all the terrifying possibilities that could happen, the worst being you getting fired. You’re pretty sure it’s not a capital offense for a peasant to be able to read the old script, but it’s a matter of honor to most of the nobles. If any of them caught wind of you being able to read, they might push a harsher sentence onto you.

Everything relies on Fan Chengcheng. He may tell, or he may not tell. You hope that it’s the latter, but you don’t know him well enough to say.

Xingjie eyes you suspiciously when you show up in the morning, but says nothing. You can feel waves of concern rolling off of him, but all you do is give him a weak smile. You’re pretty sure Linkai knows something’s up as well, but he acts normally, acting up and teasing you as you wash the breakfast dishes.

You trudge through the day, avoiding Fan Chengcheng as best you can. He’s with his friends, however, and they know you by name, so you have to avoid six people instead of just one.

The hours pass slowly until you’re finally going up to the servants’ quarters to sleep. You’re almost too tired to write Yanjun your daily letter, but you force yourself to pull out a piece of paper, your crude ink and brush, and you tiptoe to your usual writing place.

The candle you light is so dim you can barely see to write, and that’s probably why you don’t register someone walking towards you until you hear the crunching of leaves not far away. You go still, blowing out the candle quickly.

“Liying, I know it’s you,” a voice says. You scrunch up your face in annoyance and exasperation.

Just how many times can you fuck up in two days? And all in front of Fan Chengcheng? You stay silent.

He sits down next to you and lights up a larger lantern, putting the small flame of your candle to shame. You raise your eyebrows.

“Young master, it’s very improper for you to sit like this,” you say.

“Doesn’t matter. So,” he begins, “why are you, a noble, doing the work of servants?”

You bite your lip hard, unsure of how to answer. You don’t want to give yourself away, but you have to say something.

“I need money.” It’s not a lie.

“What for?” he asks.

What is this, an interrogation?

“Personal reasons.”

Chengcheng huffs, and you can dimly see the annoyed pout on his features. It’s cute. “You don’t plan on giving me a straight answer, do you?” he asks.

How do I respond to this? you wonder.

“Not until I trust you,” you finally answer.

At that, Chengcheng laughs. “Fair enough. Though, Liying, I think you can trust me.” He gets up, taking the lantern with him, leaving you enshrouded in darkness.

“Wait,” you say, something he said finally registering in your brain. The lantern stops moving. “How did you know I was a noble?”

“You can tell a lot about people from the way they speak and carry themselves,” Chengcheng says. “And the fact that you can read the old script certainly gives things away. Which reminds me.” A small something lands on your lap. Your fingers fumble with it, recognizing the wrinkled pages and worn cover of the gift Xingjie and Linkai gave to you. “I believe that is yours.”

You’re too shocked to reply.

. . . . .

Fan Chengcheng really confuses me, Yanjun. I’m grateful that I have my book back, but I’m still not sure if he’ll say anything. He hasn’t done anything yet, though, so I’m hoping he won’t.

Honestly, he’s a sweet person. He smiles at all of us servants and treats us nicely. I want to trust him, but it’s hard to know who’s trustworthy and who isn’t. Currently only Xingjie and Linkai know, and I don’t think I’ll be telling anyone anything anytime soon.

Stay safe. Wait for me.

~~~

It’s midnight. You have no candles, no source of light. Only the faint light of the moon guides you as you silently traverse the large estate, sneaking past guards to finally exit the grounds. Your feet take you instinctively to the tree where you meet the messenger.

“Dinghao,” you whisper. Said boy appears quickly, the moonlight illuminating his face. You set a pouch of coins into his hand. “Any updates?”

The usually smiley-faced boy nods seriously. “The fighting is escalating,” he whispers. “Yanjun was injured last time and he’s recovering.”

Your face is tight with worry. “That idiot,” you say fearfully.

“He says he misses you lots and that the money you send is doing much good for the rebellion,” Dinghao finishes.

You swallow. “Tell him that if he gets his ass hurt one more time, I’ll go back and punch him myself,” you say, allowing a tiny smile to creep onto your face. “Tell him I miss him too.”

“Will do,” Dinghao says with a grin. Then, just as quickly as he arrived, he’s melted into the shadows again.

. . . . .

You idiot. I told you not to get hurt. Lin Yanjun, mark my words, you’re going to get it when this whole fiasco is over. Just wait.

~~~

You carry that scrap of a letter with you the whole day as you march around, tight-lipped and white-faced. Linkai immediately guesses what’s wrong and tries to cheer you up, which helps a little bit, but not much.

Dinghao didn’t tell you how bad the injury was, just that he was recovering, and, caught up in the moment, you forgot to ask. This just makes you even more nervous and more scared for his life.

Things get to the point that Fan Chengcheng realizes something’s up when he sees you wringing out the clothes with more force than necessary. You also don’t smile when you wave to him and his friends.

“What’s up with Liying?” Zeren asks, glancing at you with narrowed eyes. “She seems upset.”

Chengcheng shrugs, but he makes up his mind to ask you later. Perhaps it has something to do with the letters you write late at night and your mysterious background.

You finish up work a little earlier than normal and you stalk through the halls, ready to throw yourself in bed and worry some more over Yanjun. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the ball of crumpled paper slip out of your trouser pockets.

“Liying,” a voice calls. You whip around to see Chengcheng holding up your crumpled letter. “You dropped this.”

You sigh, walking back to take it from him. “Thank you,” you say, but he doesn’t give it back. Instead, he uncrumples it, eliciting a slight gasp from you.

“Please-”

It doesn’t take him long to read the four sentences you scrawled on the paper in your worry and anger last night. He looks up wordlessly and hands you the paper.

You shove it back into your trousers, chewing the inside of your cheek in nervousness.

“Lin Yanjun,” he says quietly, as though trying to recall a long-forgotten memory. Then he snaps out of it, looking at you again. “Come with me.” You have no choice but to follow.

Once inside the empty room, he turns to you. “Are you related to the Lin family of the Alynthi kingdom?”

There’s no point in denying it. You nod, the fight leaving you.

“Are you here to escape the dictatorship there?” he asks.

You sigh, then nod again. “Yes.”

“Why would you need money if your family was one of the most powerful in Alynthi?”

“Fan Chengcheng,” you say, for once ignoring proper etiquette, “money gets used up quickly during wartime, and working here pays rather well.” You give him a small, slightly mocking bow.

Chengcheng laughs a little. “It’s quite easy to see you’re a noble when you act like this,” he says. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “The grace of your movements, the simple yet eloquent way you speak. Observe your surroundings, Liying,” he says teasingly. “It’s not hard to tell the difference.”

You roll your eyes. “And this whole time I thought I was hiding myself pretty well,” you mutter.

A louder laugh escapes Chengcheng’s lips. “Don’t worry, my friends are dumb, and my parents are too busy to pay attention to these things. I think Minghao is the only one that’s caught on.”

More silence. Then, you speak. “Are you going to tell?” The words are quiet, but even and calm.

“No,” Chengcheng says, shaking his head. “Why would I?”

. . . . .

Fan Chengcheng is too smart. He made the connection between your name and the Lin family and had me outed in a flash. Thankfully he said he wouldn’t tell.

I hope he’s telling the truth.

Get better. I’m still going to kick your ass when I get back, I promise. Just wait. I will.

~~~

Now that Fan Chengcheng shares your secret, you find yourself more relaxed around him. More often than not, you find him in his room when you come into clean, alone or with his friends. Instead of just leaving like he normally did before, he stays and talks to you if his friends aren’t there.

You talk about nothing and everything, topics ranging from favorite books to food and eventually to family. It’s a touchy subject for both you and him- both of you are separated from your siblings, and though his parents aren’t dead, neither are particularly close to him.

“Do you miss your sister?” you ask one day, pausing in putting his clothes away in the closet.

Chengcheng’s lying on his unkempt bed, reading a book. He sighs. “Yes.”

“What was she like?” you prompt, turning around to him.

A slight scowl comes over his face, replaced by an expression of annoyance and then a slight smile. You snicker. His expressiveness never fails to amuse you.

“You remind me of her,” he finally says. “She was brave-”

“Brave?” you ask, bemused.

“Yes, brave.” Chengcheng puts down the book, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “How many people would risk their lives to go to a new country with nothing just to support a rebellion back home?” He picks it back up, hiding his face behind the pages.

“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a lot more heroic,” you mumble.

“Take credit for your actions, Liying. Anyway, Bingbing was also nice, annoying, and intelligent. I couldn’t hide anything from her.”

“Me? Annoying?” you ask in mock offense, placing a dramatic hand on your chest. “I’m offended.”

“Yes, annoying.” Chengcheng sticks his tongue out at you, and you roll your eyes, placing the last shirt back in its place. “What was your brother like?”

“A cocky bitch,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, making Chengcheng choke in laughter. “But smart. Expressive. A flirt, I guess, but not overly so. Annoying, just like you-” Chengcheng gasps dramatically, the book falling from his hand to the floor- “but loving.”

“Would I get along with him?” Chengcheng asks. You have to think on this one. “Probably, if you didn’t do anything stupid,” you say. “Why?”

“Curiosity.” He shrugs, picking the book back off the ground. You pick up the broom, ready to sweep. “What are you even reading?” you ask.

“The book you were reading when I caught you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You don’t strike me as the type of person who likes to read,” you say.

Chengcheng looks over the book at you. “I don’t really, but you seem to like to read a lot so I figured I’d give it a try.”

You don’t know why but that sentence makes you blush pink. “Then what do you like to do?”

Chengcheng sighs. “Dance, talk with my friends. Play piano. Father says I’m going to have a hell of a time running this estate if I don’t find a sensible wife.”

You snicker. “Sensible wife?”

“I’m okay with numbers but apparently I spend too much time on music and I lack common sense,” Chengcheng grumbles.

You laugh harder, leaning against the broom. A brush comes flying at your head, and you duck. “Shut up!” Chengcheng whines.

It’s moments like these where you realize just how much you like and care for the young master. You’d be ecstatic if he felt the same way about you, but there’s no way to confirm it and no way you could act on these feelings in your current situation.

. . . . .

I’m hearing rumors that the dictatorship is about to collapse. Stay safe. Don’t be stupid. I’m waiting for news.

~~~

You have a dream one night. You’re walking in the gardens of your old estate back at home, but there’s someone with you. It isn’t your brother, and you’re pretty sure it’s Chengcheng. That dreamy thought is confirmed when he turns to you, and you can see his face.

He laughs at something you’ve said- you have no idea what- and you look down, and he’s holding your hand. In your dream though, it’s like this occurrence is normal. You’re not even blushing.

Just as you feel the morning waking you up, Chengcheng leans down and places his lips on yours in a fleeting kiss.

You sit up with a jolt, looking around wildly before you realize you’re in the servants’ quarters and that none of what you dreamed actually happened. You will your racing heart to calm down as you stumble to the washroom.

You’re in a daze as the hours pass, feet taking you everything you need and hands doing everything you’re assigned, but your thoughts wander near and far, blush rising in your cheeks every time you think of the young master.

It takes all of your willpower not to collapse in a squiggly mess when you talk to Chengcheng as you clean his room, though you’re pretty sure you haven’t managed to completely get rid of the pink tint on your face.

And you’re correct, you haven’t. Chengcheng notices, and he smiles a little to himself behind the thick book he’s reading.

. . . . .

It’s over, isn’t it? You won’t have to wait much longer.

~~~

There isn’t much to do today, so you, Xingjie, and Linkai get some free time before the sun goes down. You’re walking around the gardens, and Linkai nearly pushes you into one of the ponds before Xingjie manages to pull you away.

As you’re berating the grinning boy, you hear someone running along the path. He yells something that you can’t quite hear, then runs off elsewhere.

You look at your friends, totally confused. “Is he insane?” you ask.

“Dunno, but I want to know what he’s saying,” Linkai says. “Let’s follow him!” He runs off, and you have no choice but to follow him.

It takes you a little while to find the guy, but you finally catch a glimpse of him running past the library doors. He opens his mouth to yell something again.

“Alynthi’s dictatorship has been toppled!” he yells.

You stop short, his words paralyzing you. Xingjie looks at you, face worried.

“Is it true?” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper. “Is it true?”

Your feet unconsciously move, faster and faster, and soon you’re running to catch up to the man. “Is it true?” you ask, gasping. “The dictator is gone?”

“Yes, miss, it is true!” he replies, his eyes elated. “Now I must go to inform the rest of the household!” And he’s off, leaving you shell-shocked on the grass.

It’s over.

It’s over.

It’s over.

Those two words repeat themselves in your brain over and over and over, and your head feels light and you feel dizzy, and your legs are buckling and you’re not sure how long you can keep standing-

The last thing you remember before the consuming darkness is someone shouting your name.

. . . . .

I’m coming back, Yanjun. Wait for me.

~~~

You wake up later in a clean, white bed, sheets tucked neatly around you. Someone sits next to you, and with a start, you realize that it’s Chengcheng, sleeping.

You try to sit up, and your motion must startle him awake because he jolts up, eyes showing relief when he sees your eyes are open.

“Water,” you croak. He grabs a glass off a nearby table and hands it to you. You take a long drink. “Why are you here?” you ask.

“You collapsed when you heard the news, so Xingjie and I carried you here,” he says, playing with his fingers. There’s a long moment of silence.

“Are you going to leave now?” he asks quietly. You know he’s not referring to staying in the infirmary.

You shrug. “Maybe not now, but soon,” you reply. “When I do, please tell your parents for me.” Silence falls again.

Chengcheng suddenly encloses your hand in his. You gasp and instinctively try to pull your hand away, but he holds on. “Let me stay like this,” he whispers. “Just for now.” The playful Chengcheng you knew is gone for moment, replaced by a serious and sad face.

You relax into his hold, even leaning your head against his shoulder as the minutes pass.

When dawn comes, neither of you wants to let go.

. . . . .

Two days later, there’s an uproar in the Fan household when you simply disappear from servants’ quarters at night. Two other servants disappear that same night as well, without so much as a note.

Chengcheng knows where you’ve gone, of course. He suffers quietly, telling only his parents and friends. They look at him with concern as he goes through the days in silence, waiting for anything from you. Just a sign that you’re safe.

Then, a month later, a letter arrives for him, written on a strip of fine paper.

I’m safe, Cheng. Just wait for me. I’ll come back.

. . . . .

- A year later -

Fan Chengcheng is annoyed and pissed. He’s told his parents he doesn’t want this, but of course they go against his wishes and do it anyway. He glares at the mirror as a servant makes last minute adjustments to his outfit.

A year has gone by since you left his estate. A whole year, and you’ve only sent one letter to him. He pouts unconsciously at the thought. He’s waited so long.

And now, for his coming-of-age birthday, he’s required to choose a wife out of all the noble girls in attendance of his party. A nauseating feeling comes over him, and Zeren snickers from where he’s sitting on Chengcheng’s bed, talking with Quanzhe.

“You’ll be fine, Cheng,” Zhengting says soothingly. Chengcheng doesn’t deign to reply.

He doesn’t know how dense his parents are to not have noticed that he only cares about you. He doesn’t want to marry any of the other noble girls around. Just you. But no, they promised him that they’d only pick the best and allow them to the party. Like that even mattered to him.

In his eyes, you’re the best. No one else matters.

When he enters the party, he plasters on a small, polite smile to mask his confusion over the fact that all the girls are wearing masks. He can’t figure out who most of them are, though he does manage to identify Mei Xu and a couple of others who are known for their ostentatiousness.

Talking, drinking, eating. Chengcheng feels himself getting more and more miserable with every minute that passes, despite his friends’ best efforts to cheer him. He does his best to be polite to the girls, but it’s so hard. He can’t even bring himself to dance with more than a couple. Finally, the party is almost over, and he’s called to stand in the front of the room so that all the girls can reveal theirselves.

There are two lines of girls, and they are each escorted forward, one at a time, by a male family member before they curtsy and take off their mask so that he can see who they are. Polite smiles, polite smiles, he keeps telling himself each time another girl takes off her mask and it isn’t you.

Finally, there are only two girls left. He hasn’t spoken to either of them the entire night, but Chengcheng can feel the slight hope he had draining out of his body with each second that passes.

A girl with a rosy red dress and gold mask is escorted forward by her father and introduces herself as Lang Yujin, daughter of the Lang house. Chengcheng nods and smiles mechanically, trying to catch a glimpse of the last girl in line. She’s too far back, however, so he just gives up. He fiddles with the ring he was told to give to the girl he chose.

The last girl steps forward, an elegant but simple turquoise garment covering her body. Her mask is blue, ornamented with gold. Chengcheng feels like he sees your grace in her movements, but he dares not hope in case that hope is shattered.

A handsome young man that Chengcheng doesn’t recognize escorts her forward, introducing himself as her brother. Chengcheng remembers that your parents are both dead, so if you were here, your brother would be the one to escort you. However, he doesn’t say his name, so Chengcheng is left wondering.

The girl curtsies deeply, then raises her hands to pull off the mask. Chengcheng finds himself holding his breath, hoping, hoping for a miracle.

As though in slow motion, the girl removes the mask gracefully, then lifts her face to gaze at him.

Chengcheng can’t breathe.

“Good evening, young master Fan,” you say as smoothly as you can, a slight waver in your voice, a hint of a smile on your face. “I am Lin Liying, daughter of the Lin house of Alynthi.”

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Boyfriend!Chengcheng

Who: Fan Chengcheng

Word Count: 3255 Words

Request: Yes. “Hi!Can I request a fan chengcheng boyfriend bullet scenario?”

I hope you enjoy it.

You and Chengcheng were classmates.

But you never really talked.

More so you both just had different social circles, than really anything else.

Also you know, he’s rich and the little brother of Fan Bingbing, who is like the ultimate girl crush, so why would you try to talk to him.

Chengcheng was also really selective of who he friended, due to so many people just using his friendship to try to meet Bingbing.

You two first talk when you get paired up for this assignment in class.

Not just any class either, your biology class, the class that you have a whole semester long project in.

To start, it was awkward between the two of you.

You couldn’t ever work together at his house, just because he didn’t want to incase Bingbing happened to visit.

You often ended up working at a cafe or the library or your house.

It was about a month of working together, before Chengcheng finally started actually being himself, rather than the shell he often showed people he didn’t know.

By the end of the second month, Chengcheng started getting this weird feelings he had never felt before.

You were also getting some weird feelings, which your friend told you was a crush.

Chengcheng actually ended up asking his sister, and she was like “Little bro you got a crush.” and that’s when he finally started to realize he liked you.

It would be the end of the third month before he realized it was more than just infatuation.

He still wouldn’t do anything about it, but he’d finally admit it to his friends that he likes you.

Justin would probably be like “If you don’t make a move, I will and make you regret not making one.” but then Zhengting would be like “Approach this logically, do you think they like you back?” and all the logical stuff.

He still wouldn’t do anything until one day he sees Justin talking to you, and he automatically assumes that Justin is gonna ask you out, so he rushes over there like “Hey you wanna go to a cafe with me tonight?”

Then when you say sure, he’s sorta like did Justin not ask you out.

He then received a text from Justin that says “Have fun on your date” and he realizes Justin only did that so he’d actually ask you out.

So he has a date that he hasn’t planned or anything, so he immediately texts the only responsible friends of his, Wenjun and Zhengting, like “What do I do”.

They help him plan a date on short notice, and as you two are leaving biology class, Chengcheng tells you to meet him at the cafe at 5.

The date goes well, it was really more just a hangout session, but in your heart you wanted it to be a date.

These ‘dates’ keep happening throughout the fourth and fifth month of your project.

Even after the project is presented, you still meet up for these little ‘dates’.

It’s about six months after you meet each other, when Chengcheng actually takes you out on a date date.

It would be at a fancy restaurant, he got a reservation for you two at, and it’s just so sweet and nice.

He’ll walk you home, since he’s young and ain’t got his license yet and didn’t want to ask his mom to drive you two around.

Once on your doorstep, he would really be tempted to kiss you, but then just settle for a hug, yet wishing he had went for the kiss.

After a few more dates, you were in the same spot as before, when he finally kissed you, well attempted to.

He barely make contact with your lips before he pulled back.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, commit to it.” You said to him. Then you leaned up, actually connecting your lips with his this time, in more than just a barely there peck.

Chengcheng would honestly be surprised, because one you just kissed him and two you two are currently kissing and he’s kinda liking it.

For a few weeks you two date but never label it.

You do all the things couples do, go on date, make out, and all that stuff.

But you never label what you are until you finally bring it up one day.

You’ll be laying on a sofa at his house, watching a movie, well really mostly making out.

Then you’d be like “Chengcheng, what are we?”

And he’ll reply with some smartass answer like, “We are humans.”

You’ll hit his arm lightly, then be like, “I mean, what are we. Are we dating, are you my boyfriend, are we friends with benefits, or what?”

He’ll finally reply like, “I just sorta assumed we were dating this whole time, so yeah, I’m your boyfriend, unless you don’t want me to be.”

He’d honestly be lowkey freaking out at the second part of his sentence, like unless you don’t want him to be, what you really don’t want him to be.

Yet he calms down, as you just kiss him and say “Well, I guess you can be my boyfriend.”

He’ll randomly ask you thinks like “Pick, me or Bingbing.”

And you’ll be like, “I like Bingbing.”

Then he’ll just look at you horrified, until you’re like “But I’ll always pick you.” and kiss him, then he’ll calm down.

Bingbing visits home once, and finds you to laying on the sofa asleep while the movie you were watching plays in the background, and is just like awwwwwww.

She actually takes some photos of the two of you all cuddled together and sends them to Chengcheng since she knows he’ll want them.

They are his screensaver for a good month, until he got a better photo of you.

Normal siblings threaten the person dating their sibling, but she threatens Chengcheng instead, like “I can tell how much she loves you, you might be my little brother but if you break her heart you’ll be messing up big time.”

Against Chengcheng’s wishes, you’ll become close to Bingbing despite the age difference.

Chengcheng isn’t worried about you loving her more than you love him, but he’s worried about Bingbing spilling all the tea on him to you.

And she does.

She’ll literally just be like “If he ever makes you mad, and you need blackmail material, just text me.”

His mom and dad will love you.

Sometimes he’ll wonder if they love you more than they love him.

Like they’ll make a fancy dinner, your favorite food, and he’s just like “But I’m their son, why don’t they make me fancy dinners.”

His parents already see as their daughter/son in law, but they ain’t gonna admit that until much later.

You’re pretty much a part of his family now, so expect to get invited to family events.

He’ll be really nervous to meet your parents.

He will pick the date of it, then the day of try to chance it and you are just like “No.” since you know if he cancels this time, he’ll cancel next time.

They love him, so all his stress was for nothing.

He can and will tease you about really anything.

Like he’s so tall, so he’ll purposely put things of yours on high shelves just so he can tease you for being so short.

Like once when he was at your house, he put your phone charger on the highest shelf, just so you’d call him to come get it, so he had a reason to come and stay at your house.

He’ll probably do something stupid like try to sneak in your window at least once, but then when he realizes you don’t live in on the ground floor, he’ll just enter through the front door.

Meme battles constantly.

You two can hold a full conversation, using only memes.

You both have large meme collections due to this.

You even have some memes of him that you sometimes use.

He tells you not to, but you do anyways.

When you start dating, other than Justin and Quanzhe, who you know from school, he doesn’t introduce you to any of the others.

Some part of him is like, Zhengting and Wenjun are more gentlemanly than I am, they might leave for them.

But once he realizes he’s stuck with you, he’ll introduce you, and you all quickly become friends.

A group chat is made, that it’s 99% just you all, as Chengcheng says, bullying him.

He always texts you good morning and good night.

He’ll text you to remind you to eat, if he isn’t with you at the time.

When you two are spending time together, it’s mostly just you both making faces at each other trying to make the other laugh, or laying cuddled watching some show while occasionally kissing the other.

He will always order food.

Always more than you need to.

Like a simple movie night, he’ll order like 4 pizzas, your favorite, his favorite, and then two you both like.

When you are like “Why 4?” he’s like “To make sure we had enough.”

He’ll eat all of it except yours, don’t worry.

He’ll always eat off your plate too.

Like you’ll both have the same thing, and he’s eating half of your food, but then he’ll always offer some of his in return.

Honestly, he probably just wants to feed you.

He gets really jealous when he sees you around guys, like even if he knows you won’t do anything, he doesn’t trust them.

It takes him a while to stop getting jealous and to just trust you, and that you’ll stop anyone from trying anything.

To start he’s not that good at communicating with you, since you are probably his first significant other that he’s actually be serious about.

But after a while and you finally getting him to open up, you become a lot better at communicating.

If he can, he will play with your hair.

When he’s feeling playful, he’ll just tangle your hair and stuff.

But when he’s being serious, he’ll braid your hair or help you curl it or straighten it.

He however, will never be serious about doing your makeup, if you wear makeup.

He feels it’s his mission to make you look like a clown each time.

He probably uses lipstick on your eyelids and mascara in your eyebrows at least once.

Then you are just like no, nope, never again.

You two prank each other often.

Sweet non dangerous pranks that is.

Like you’ll put makeup on him, if he falls asleep while at your house.

Or he’ll do something like putting toothpaste in the Oreo he’s giving you.

He is always holding your hand, he just finds comfort in it.

In public he’ll always hold your hand or have his arm around your waist.

Just the idea of having his hand on you somewhere, letting others know you are his, he loves it.

In private, he’s clingy, like so clingy you have to bribe him to let you go so you can use the bathroom.

In private, you are in his lap, or he’s about to pull you into his lap.

He just loves having you sit in his lap, and when you lean your head against his shoulder, it just makes him even weaker for you.

If you play with his hand, he’ll just become even softer.

Pretty much anything you do makes him soft.

When you two cuddle, he is always the big spoon, it makes him feel somewhat manly, so you don’t mind.

But he always turns into the little spoon or you two end up facing each other, by the time you wake up.

He’ll love laying with his head in your lap, mostly since you play with his hair, and he likes that.

He has a whole folder of pictures of you two, his aesthetic photos folder, he also has a hidden folder that is just outtakes and photos where you look stupid.

Always expect backhugs from him, especially if you are shorter than him.

He’ll just come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, holding you tight, as he buries his face into your neck.

Probably leaves a hickey in a place you can’t see, just so he can laugh when someone calls you out for it.

You then do the same to him, but he’s lowkey proud of it, and your plan backfires.

If you accidentally do something like leave a lipstick stain, if you wear lipstick, on his cheek or neck or something, he’s making sure everyone notices it, which embarrasses you.

Zhengting probably is tempted to give you both the sex talk, since in his mind he’s like hickeys lead to the bedroom, they are children, but he restrains himself.

He enjoys taking you to the park, and taking aesthetic photos of you.

You can never go shopping with him, like ever.

Grocery shopping, you end up leaving with a whole basket full of food you didn’t need, thanks to him.

Clothing shopping, you end up leaving with a whole bag of things you looked at so he bought them for you, despite you claiming you didn’t need them.

He’ll probably drag you into some fancy clothing store all “Hey let's just try some items on.” then you’ll pick a dress or suit you like and try it on, and if you like it, he’ll sneak away and buy it after saying he’s just putting it back on the rack.

You end up with some like three thousand dollar suit or dress, and he’s just like “My baby deserves the best.”

He would also always call you babe or baby, like that is your name from the moment you are official.

He has your name in his phone as, my babe with like 24 heart emojis.

Would be 25 but he felt he needed to restrain himself a bit.

Will always take you to random food stands to get food.

Like you’ll be walking around the mall and he’s like “Are you hungry?” and no matter what you say he’s like “We better get you some food, I can’t have my baby being hungry.” but then he’ll eat all the food.

Often you two will end up walking everywhere or you two take cabs everywhere, since he just doesn’t want to ask his mom to drive you places.

He’ll be like “I’ll pick you up at four be ready.” but then it’s like “You mean your mom will pick me up.” and he’s just like “We’re walking now.” and your like “No, I love your mom.” but you know he’ll still have his mom come pick you up.

When you start dating, he won’t realize those little things he should do as a boyfriend, like give you his jacket.

It’s not until Bingbing is like “If she’s shivering, you give her your coat, be a gentleman, mom would be disappointed to find out you don’t do that.” and he’s suddenly like “I should?” and then when Bingbing is like “Yeah.” he’ll start doing it.

Honestly he’ll ask Bingbing about little things he should do as your boyfriend and things he shouldn’t do and all.

He always brings an extra jacket or sweater, but if you need one, he’ll never give you the extra one he brought, always his.

Like you have one shiver, and he’s like “Here take my sweater/scarf/coat/jacket.” and probably give you all of his layers.

But then you’re like “But you’ll get cold.” and try to give him his sweater back, and he will reluctantly take it when you force him to.

But then he’ll find creative ways to keep you warm, like wrapping his arms around you and putting his jacket around you and zipping it up.

He’ll always help you make your outfits too, yet if you are taking too long, he’ll just do it himself.

He likes couple items, you two probably have couple sweaters and hats and stuff like that.

He’ll probably buy you two something like couples bracelets or lockets.

Unless he wants to kiss you, he’ll make you work to kiss him, like finding a chair and all just to kiss him.

He’ll then laugh as you struggle to kiss him, but once you start pouting, hit him, or start to leave, he’ll lean down and kiss you.

At the start of the relationship, his kisses will be chaste.

If you aren’t paying attention to him, he’ll attack you with kisses.

He will deny it, but he lowkey needs your attention constantly.

He’ll act like he’s dying if you aren’t constantly giving him the attention he needs.

He’ll stop dying however, once you kiss him.

He would take you to the fair, and win a lot of stuffed animals, but they are all for him.

Yet once he sees you pouting, he might give you one.

But if you challenge him, like “I bet you can’t win me that panda toy.” he’ll literally spend 3 hours winning all the panda toys for you.

Zhengting lowkey ships you two like fedex, like wow such a cute couple, he loves it.

He will shower you with gifts constantly.

Like you have tons of little things that just made him think about you.

He goes all out on important days like anniversaries, birthdays, and Valentine’s day.

At least, he will until you are like stop.

He’ll love cooking with you.

Well he doesn’t really cook, most so distract you and eat everything.

He will try to be the most helpful person, but honestly can’t do much.

Like really the extent of his helping is washing dishes and maybe cutting vegetables.

But don’t trust him with sharp knives, you learned that after the time he cut himself when he was cutting onions.

Often he’ll wash dishes if you cook, you know a fair trade off.

But don’t expect him to help with other chores, unless you bribe him with cuddes or something.

Like if he messed up your house or something and you were like “I’m gonna go the groceries my mom wanted and I expect this clean when I get home.” and he won’t clean it, he’ll just like find a maid that can come clean it at once, because he’s too lazy to actually clean.

He’s your number one hype man.

Like he will get you hyped about everything and anything.

Like you got a test, he’s hyping you up.

You gotta go to a family reunion and spend time with some family members you hate, he’s going with you and hyping you up the whole time, like “Yas, you can do this, you can hug your cousin amicably and then leave.”

If you are sick, he will honestly be so confused as of what to do.

Like he’ll call his mom freaking out, and get her to cook you some food and bring it.

He’ll also call Bingbing freaking out asking what to do.

But once they tell him what to do, he’s somewhat able to do it.

He honestly just love you so much and honestly doesn’t want you to be sick.

If he’s sick however, expect his mom calling you saying he’s being dramatic as hell saying he’s dying and that he needs you here.

He’s needy in general, but sick Chengcheng unlocks some evolved level of needy.

He’d honestly just be a needy, loving, and sweet boyfriend.

[linkeai]

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

 Fan Chengcheng doesn’t hate stuffed puppies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 So poor puppy gets the brunt of the blame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[abbachioloml]

So I made a thing(again)