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I am here to unsurprisingly request the love of my life, (I’m sure you saw this coming, Zitao.

It almost killed me to choose the prompts lmao, but we got there, I chose 3, a combination of the 2.

From fluff; 9 and from smut; 41 and 42.

Again, so so proud of you!

hi kai!! thank u so much and thank u for sending in a request!! i’m so sorry this took so long to come out )): i do hope you still enjoy though!! 💞

THIS FIC CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

9) "if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

41) "call me that again.” 42) "did i do that?”

genre: non-famous domestic au! comfort/fluff and smut. wordcount: 814 warnings: explicit sexual content, dirty talk, praise kink, dry humping, swearing

author’s note: aaa yay my first zitao fic!! i’ve wanted to write for him for a looong time but never really got a plot in mind! thank u for sending a req for him kai!! :D

a/n: hi!! thanks for requesting!! i miss the ips1 era so much.....omg who remembers yanjun during the 零 stage 😭 epic i fell in love in .2s

pairing: yanjun x female reader

genre: fluff?

trigger warning: gay

tbh

you weren't that scared of coming out

yanjun is easily the most supportive mf out there

the problem was just.

how?

when?

h o w?

you were so stressed about how to tell him about your bisexuality, just because you didn't want to ruin any moments.

after being tired of waiting for the "right" moment,

you decided that it had lasted for too long and that you should just tell him.

because lies are not good, fellas.

i should be a philosopher

nvm

you were in your apartment, walking around in the living room, visibly stressed and bothered.

yanjun finished working, and he would be home in a minute.

after thinking another time about how to declare this to him, you heard the sound of a key entering the door's lock. the tingling sound of the keys made you jump, as it brutally dragged you back to reality.

- honey, i'm home! yanjun's joyful voice made its way through your ears, and you suddenly felt less more stressed about your announcement. you smiled at him and felt your heartbeat slowing down.

"it's just yanjun", you thought. "nothing bad can happen."

- yanjun? i have something to tell you. your face was a little bit less joyful than the second before. yanjun started to frown.

- oh really? is it important? because i have something to tell you too actually. his face was closed and you could feel that he became instantly tense. he shoved both of his hands in his jacket's pockets.

- it's important, but if you have anything to say-

- ladies first. what do you have to tell me?

the pressure and tension came back in your body, as you cleared your throat before speaking.

- uh well yanjun, i wanted to tell you this since a while and... i'm bisexual.

as you said those words, you heard yanjun laughing. was the source of his laughter nervousness or sheer amusement? no idea. but he was laughing and you didn't really appreciated it.

- what's so funny yanjun?

he couldn't stop laughing, and he proceeded to grab your arms to hug you, and his laughter gradually stopped.

- well, first of all, i'm sorry. i thought you were about to break up with me and i got scared. and when you said you were bisexual, i couldn't help but laugh because it's the last thing i would blame you for. i mean, girls are so hot, i totally understand.

both of you started laughing again, as the heavy tension was fading.

- but what did you want to tell me? you asked, quite curious.

yanjun took a step back, and looked at you with a sneaky smile while shoving once again his hands in his pockets.

- so, we've been dating for a pretty long time right? and i realised we've never travelled together. remember when you told me you wanted us to go to paris together? well, i got us plane tickets to paris for tonight. so baby, you better hurry up and pack your stuff right away, because we are leaving in two hours!

you let out a little scream because of the news, and jumped into your boyfriend's arms.

Requested?: Yup, ty anon!

Words: 1.5k

Group: UNINE

Member(s): Jia Yi

A/n: Omg I’m so glad he debuted!! He has been my #1 pick since the beginning hehe~ Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it ^^

Approaching the practice room, you heard the low, pounding bass from behind the closed door. You could feel the thumping from underneath you and you cautiously open the door, peeking in. You smiled at the sight.

You crept your way in, making sure the dancer didn’t see you and sat in one of the chairs in the corner of the room. You watch happily, swaying your feet back and forth as you watched your boyfriend, Jia Yi, dance to “Baby Don’t Stop”. You admired each of his sharp, precise movements and couldn’t help but swoon at the sight of him dancing so passionately.

The music stopped and you’re pulled out of your trance. Jia Yi didn’t seem to notice you yet so you decided to sneak up behind him. Just as he bent down to put his water bottle back, you leaped into the air and attached yourself to his broad back, wrapping all four of your limbs around him.

You giggled as he let out a loud, high-pitched scream, stumbling around a little. You held on tight to prevent yourself from crashing into the floor. Finally, he steadied himself and peeled off your limbs. You pouted a little before he crushed you in a suffocating hug.

“Ugh, stop scaring me! How long have you been in here?” you hear a slight whine in his voice.

“I came in about a minute ago,” you chuckle, trying to pull yourself out of his death grip, “I saw you dancing.”

“What? That’s so embarrassing,” he huffs.

“Aww, why? You were really good, baby,” you comfort him while still trying to escape his sweaty arms.

“You just say that because you’re my girlfriend! You kinda have to say it,” Jia Yi cries, finally letting you go.

You frown, “No, you really are good...definitely better than me.”

“But you don’t dance,” Jia Yi raises an eyebrow.

“Well, you could teach me,” you happily suggest, “The best way to learn is to teach.”

Jia Yi looks at you a little suspiciously before agreeing, “Fine, don’t come whining at me when it gets too hard.”

“I won’t,” you beam up at your boyfriend and you giggle at the sight of his blushing cheeks.

The two of you started off with some stretches. You silently followed whatever Jia Yi did, watching him carefully through the mirror. His gaze meets yours and the two of you fell into a fit of giggles before settling back into a comfortable silence as you stretched. You couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend as he easily bends down and touches his toes with ease.

You finish stretching quickly and Jia Yi stretches one last time before standing up fully. He turns around to face you and cocks his head, thinking about how to start. He gently pulls you along with him so that both of you are closer to the mirror.

“Alright, just follow whatever I’m doing. I’ll go slow,” he looks at you through the mirror and you give him a determined nod.

Not even five minutes in, you began to realize just how difficult it actually was. You’ve watched Jia Yi dance to “Baby Don’t Stop” and he makes it look like a walk in the park. You’ve also seen the whole group dance to their songs and they make it seem effortless. A giant pout made its way onto your face and Jia Yi chuckles a little.

“You’re doing good,” he encourages.

“I’m not and you know it!” you whine, “This is hard.”

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t whine. You’re actually doing great though, considering that you’ve never danced before,” Jia Yi moves closer to you.

“Ugh, you guys are amazing though. You always make the dances seem so easy,” you sigh.

“Here, let’s try this instead,” Jia Yi steps behind you and you watch him through the mirror.

He rests one hand on your waist, stabilizing you as you nearly tipped over by his sudden closeness. He gently grabs your wrist and angles it down a little. He makes sure you’re watching and when you nod, he proceeds to swiftly help you move from one position to the next. With his hands resting softly on you, he moves you back and forth a few times.

“Just like that, okay?” Jia Yi hums. His voice is almost a whisper next to your ears and you shiver slightly.

“Got it,” you nod.

“Okay, let’s piece the beginning together,” he happily skips towards his phone and the music began playing.

He quickly jumps back next to you and the two of you complete the part of the dance that you know. Of course, he was much more graceful than you, but both of you had a good laugh when you nearly tripped over your own foot when transitioning from one position to the other.

“Yes! That’s it! You’re doing amazing, baby~” Jia Yi coos, attacking you with kisses.

“Ah, we literally did like ten seconds of the song!” you squeal, feigning annoyance.

“Still, you’re getting the hang of it pretty quickly. Let’s try that again,” he excitedly encourages, bouncing back towards his phone to replay the first part of the song.

The two of you danced and danced, forgetting about all your worries. You enjoyed being able to spend this time with your busy boyfriend. Surprisingly, you got the hang of the dance pretty quickly, but it was mostly due to Jia Yi’s wonderous teaching technique.

“Yes! You got the whole song without tripping!” Jia Yi claps loudly as you bow repeatedly.

“Haha! It’s all thanks to you,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a quick kiss, “You’re the best teacher in the world.”

“And you’re the best student in the world,” he winks, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face.

You peek at the clock behind him and your eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, it’s already eight. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”

“Oh, wow. Yeah,” Jia Yi turns and gapes at the clock.

“Let’s go get dinner,” you suggest, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” Jia Yi nods in agreement, “But let’s do this choreo one last time.”

You nod and Jia Yi skips off to turn the music back on. Both of you get in position and you watch him carefully, waiting for the starting cue. Luckily, you completed the routine without messing up and you got excited...a little too excited. Before the song ended, you jumped up and turned to your boyfriend, but you didn’t notice his foot as you skipped over, causing you to trip.

You let out a noise of surprise, flailing your arms to try to get your balance back. A pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, preventing you from falling over. However, your momentum was too strong and Jia Yi, who was still holding you close, fell over as well. You hear him groan underneath you and you groan as well, rubbing your knees that have hit the ground.

“Oh my gosh, Jia Yi, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you panic when you see his pain-filled expression.

“Y/n! We almost got it~” Jia Yi whines from underneath you.

“I’m sorry,” you pout, “I got too excited that I forgot there was one last step.”

“Hmph, you’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, you’d be paying for all my medical fees,” Jia Yi huffs.

“You love me?” your eyes widen. You didn’t hear a single word he had said after he told you he loved you.

Jia Yi’s face turns completely red and he begins stuttering, “I-I mean of c-course! You’re my g-girlfriend and I’ve realized that I-I can’t live without you...haha....”

You couldn’t help but tear up at his words. You sat on top of him, sniffling, unable to move. Jia Yi notices the tears and begins to fret, but before he could say anything, you leaned down and closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips landed perfectly onto your boyfriend’s and you melt into the kiss.

You feel Jia Yi relax and he sits up, cradling you in his arms. Unfortunately, both of you need to breathe and you reluctantly pull away. You look into Jia Yi’s soft eyes as he uses his thumbs to gently wipe the tears away.

“I love you too,” you hiccup, giving him another quick kiss.

Jia Yi chuckles, “Good, you had me worried there for a second. Now let’s get dinner, yeah? I’m starving.”

You laugh, nodding and getting off of Jia Yi’s lap. The two of you walked hand-in-hand out of the studio and headed out. As the two of you walked, you leaned your head against his shoulder, your hands tightly holding onto his. Your heart fluttered as you kept repeating Jia Yi’s “I love you” in your head. You smiled to yourself. You could definitely practice getting used to this feeling.

omg pls, i love this gif sm! Jia Yi is a lucky man...pretend you’re Jolin lmao

“Baby. Angel. Sweetheart. They will surely love you okay. Don’t be nervous since my parents are really excited about meeting you and my mom has been asking questions about you and she loves you already. So get your butt up from that seat and let’s go” he says making you chuckle and do as he says and take deep breath.

Pairing: Fan Chengcheng x Reader

Requested by: None, I’m just a sucker for this boy

Genre: Fluff (? I think?) + a little Angst

Word Count: 1,646

A/N: I’ve been thinking of this for the longest time– like for about two weeks. I’m a shameless lover of Chengcheng’s beauty spots and how they are literally everywhere and I honestly want to fight him because he hides ALL T H I R T E E N of them. And I’m sure he hides more but can’t see inside his clothes so I can’t tell. Which is why we have this fic even though ideally I should work on the requests I’ve received (and I am, I swear I’ll post those after 1st May because my exams end that day yay)

Also idk if these fit but Trigger Warnings for hinted body and self esteem issues. 

Chengcheng hated his moles. He hated how they were almost all over his face and his neck– like specks of paint on a plain T-shirt. He hated it. Ever since he was a child, he couldn’t help but compare his mole studded skin to his older sister’s almost clear skin.

It got worse once he started as a trainee under Yuehua Entertainment and met other trainees. Everyone was so beautiful to him, like sunshine from sheer curtains and like the mornings after it had rained and sunrises. Beautiful in ways, he couldn’t ever see himself fitting into despite what his mother and sister constantly told him.

He couldn’t see himself as beautiful. Especially not with all those moles. So he hid them every time he had to train; very few people apart from his mother and sister knew he even had more than the moles on the base of his neck. Justin knew because they were roommates. Zhengting had found out when he walked in on Chengcheng going through the mechanisms of covering them. Wenjun, Zeren, Quanzhe and Xinchun had found out on a particularly hot day when he’d decided it was too hot for concealer and for a shirt while they were practicing.

You knew because he’d told you. You’d been the only person he’d voluntarily told about the moles. When you’d seen them for the first time, you’d touched each of them gently with your fingers as if connecting lines and he’d looked at you confused and afraid; waiting for you to confirm his worst feelings and tell him you thought they were ugly.

“They’re not moles, Fu Xixi,” you’d said instead, “they’re beauty marks. They just prove how beautiful you are because you have so many.”

While he didn’t fully truly believe that, he knew he hadn’t loved anyone– even you– as much as he loved you at that moment. He doubted if he would ever love someone as much as he loved you then.

“Thank you,” he’d responded, voice so low you wouldn’t have heard him if you had been even a breath farther. “Thank you for loving me.”

You’d smiled then, your heart aching because you could feel how much he was afraid even until this moment. You didn’t have words for him; you’d simply stood on your tiptoes and kissed his jaw right where his beauty mark was. “Thank you for letting me love you,” you whispered into his ear.

***

One of your favourite things to do was to trace your fingers along Chengcheng’s skin, connecting all the beauty marks that studded his skin, creating invisible, unnamed constellations on his skin. Sometimes, on mornings when you woke up before him– which was rare because he had practice– you’d lie quietly next to him doing nothing but trailing your finger across his skin as he slept.

You had been mildly surprised to find out that the beauty marks didn’t stop at the base of his neck where the twin marks were the most prominent. His entire body was full of them and you loved it– loved how almost every inch of his skin was covered with them almost as much as he seemed to hate them in spite of how many times you’d told him.

“They’re not beautiful,” he’d say on some of his worst days. “I’m not beautiful. You’re probably the only person who thinks I’m beautiful without all this makeup. I’d probably be the ugliest trainee on Idol Producer if the fans found out– that’s how ugly I am.”

You’d have to wait for the worst of storm to pass before you could move closer and hold him close to you while he let out all the pent up frustration and self-hatred. It would seem worse every time he came back home to his family when he got breaks in between the shooting for Idol Producer. You kept up with the show and you could see how he hid even the ones on the base of his neck– making it a point to wear only high-necked shirts and turtlenecks whenever he could.

So you couldn’t help but be relieved once he had returned home– regardless of how short his time back home was. You’d stay over at his house for as long as he stayed; the Fan household was always glad to have you staying with them– especially his mother who often joked that you were the only one who could convince him about something when he was going through one of his bad days.

You’d spend the nights in Chengcheng’s room, most of the time neither of you did anything. He’d be too tired to even talk on the nights he came back from the shootings– he’d fall asleep the minute he had gotten comfortable enough. Sometimes, you’d lie next to him and fill him on what he’d missed while he was gone while he slowly but surely, fell asleep. You couldn’t help but smile whenever you noticed how he fell asleep– an arm almost always around you, his bare chest against your shoulder, no makeup hiding his marks. Occasionally, when his face was close enough, you’d kiss that one small beauty mark near his left eye which especially didn’t get to make even accidental appearances when he was on camera– except for that one time it had and had gone virtually unnoticed by everyone.

It would always be too easy to fall asleep when he was sleeping peacefully next to you. Almost too easy especially when you wanted only to stay awake a little longer and run your fingers on his skin, feeling the almost imperceptible bumps the beauty marks created, making them easy to find even in the darkness of the room. But you’d never manage more than once– if at all– before you fell asleep to the comfort of how close he was and to how gentle and rhythmic his breathing was.

***

It was one of those nights when neither of you could fall asleep that found your fingers touching Chengcheng’s skin, counting all the beauty marks he had while he closed his eyes distracting himself from everything but the sound of your voice as you whispered all the counting.

It was moments until he finally spoke. “Y/N.”

“Hmm?” you whispered, your fingers on his jaw, tracing along the skin to the two beauty marks on his ear to the many on the side of his neck which was exposed as he faced you in the dark and tracing back to the on single one on the side of his jaw.

He raised his hand to cup yours, stopping the rhythmic movement of your fingers. “Why do you even love me?” he asked and the quiver in his voice wasn’t something you could miss especially at the closeness– it was almost tangible in the darkness of the room.

So tangible you have to get up a little so to look at him in the eye. “What?”

He looks up at you and you can tell he’s having one of those nights where he questions everything he’s ever done and everything that anyone’s ever said to him. “What sort of question is that, Fan Chengcheng?” you ask him quietly. “Is everything okay?”

And he shakes his head but he answers yes. “It’s just,” he sighs as you lay down next to him again, hand on his cheeks cupping his face, “you knew all of us– like all of us who’re on the show– but when I asked you out you agreed.”

“Because I liked you.”

“Why would you?” he asks. “I’m not Zhengting or Xinchun or Wenjun or–”

“You’re not,” you agree. “You’re not the same as them, you’re not like them.”

He looks at you confused. “Then why? If you agree, then you know how amazing they are– they’re like the sun and then there’s me. How can you like me?”

“Because you’re like stars, Chengcheng,” you tell him. “You aren’t the sun. You’re too mellowed for that– you don’t shine to daze everyone. You’re not beautiful like them.”

He’s quiet for a long time before you speak again. “You’re beautiful in your own way, Chengcheng– like how the night sky is beautiful. You’re the night sky and I love you.” “I’m… the night sky?”

You nod and run your fingers along his skin, connecting each of his beauty marks with invisible lines without looking away from his face. It’s moments until your fingers reach his face to the mole under his left eye and his gaze flickers from your face to the finger touching that mark before he looks at you again, his eyes questioning.

“Everytime I see you, I have to stop to remind myself to breathe because when I look at you– with all the beauty marks that you hide away all the time–it’s like looking at a sky filled with galaxies and constellations. Except I can touch these stars. I can hold the galaxies close and trace the constellations along their paths. I can kiss these stars.”

You move closer and kiss the beauty mark under his eye and you can feel his eyelashes flutter shut against your skin. “And that’s why, to me, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met or will ever meet.”

You move away only for him to move closer and bury his face in the crook of your neck and plant kisses. “I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispers over and over between kisses. “I love you.” You wrap your arms around him and bury your fingers in his hair, holding him against you. “I love you too,” you tell him.

It’s not long until he falls asleep, face still buried in your neck, holding you in a hug. You smile once you can hear his breathing turn rhythmic. You close your eyes listening for a while until sleep overcomes you as well.

requested by @taoswag

genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: couch sex. Is that a warning? IDK ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

summary: after a hard day at the office, Tao just needs a reason to smile. It’s a good thing he has you to brighten his life :)

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