Keep it together keep it together keep it together

✨ Cuddling with (Minho)✨

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Lee Minho Will never and I mean NEVER ask for cuddles, but you know what he will do? He will stand in front of you until you look up and open your arms for him to bury his head in either your chest or neck.

Just imagine him having a rough day, you knew he did when he opened the door to your shared bedroom looking like he hadn't slept In Days which probably was the case

He did the usual stand in front of you not even saying a hello waiting for you to open your arms and play with his hair. You on the other hand decided to be a tease, you looked up smiling at him "aww baby you look tired how about I make you something to eat?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, that's not how it works and for a second he thought that you didn't get it but soon that thought disappeared once he saw you grin.

He huffed out a breath before grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up on his shoulder, you shrieked at the sudden move, "Lee Minho put me down now!!" and he did on the bed, your body bouncing off it "that was not very ni-" "be quiet" and with that he laid on top of his head buried in your neck preparing small kisses along it.

You giggled, you always told him you were ticklish there, you felt him smile against your neck, you started playing with his hair as you felt him relax

"you know you can just say you want cuddles, right?" he didn't respond. You look down to see him already asleep you chuckled softly kissing his forehead "love you" he hummed, you tensed up immediately, you thought he was asleep neither of you two ever said the word love before “Wuv you too” he mumbled while his face was still squished against your chest. You felt yourself relax

You don't know if it was his sleep deprived state that made him say this with such ease or the fact he felt too relaxed in your hold but you smile nonetheless, closing your eyes as well trying to get some sleep

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✦ Masterlist ✦

thinking about non-sexual intimacy with skz. chan draping your body on top of his because he likes to feel the pressure of your weight on him as a physical reminder of your presence. minho holding your hand to his cheek while you watch movies together, and you can feel his skin heat up under your palm. changbin nuzzling his face into your stomach whenever he gets the chance, going at it harder when you laugh from how it tickles. hyunjin having his hands buried into your hair all the time twirling and braiding random strands together absentmindedly. jisung resting his chin on your neck, shoulder, thigh, wherever is most convenient for him. felix tangling your fingers together at all moments like he would die without touching you all the time. seungmin pressing kisses into your skin whenever he passes by you, no matter what you're doing. jeongin moving your arms around his waist for a hug because he doesn't like to ask for it, he'll take it for himself.

"Cookie for your thoughts?"

"Uncle Chicky? You home?"

Sky pushed open the door and popped her head into the inviting home of her uncle. She looked around wildly. The breeze from outside followed her, blowing a stream of crunchy leaves into the house. The sixteen year old shoved her substantially sized key collection into her pocket when she heard the sound of footsteps near the end of the hallway, and she quickly kicked the leaves back outside as she plastered an innocent smile on her face.

"You can come in, Froggy," Felix laughed. He was wiping his hands with a towel, and Sky immediately kicked her shoes off before shutting the door behind her. "Did you just finish school?"

Sky scowled. "Yeah. Don't wanna talk about it. Are you busy?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Can we bake something? Pretty please? With … with pumpkin sprinkles on top?"

Smiling at that, Felix nodded before sliding his arms around Sky in greeting. Sky squeezed him back in a fat hug before dropping her school bag onto the floor and tossing her tie down beside it.

Felix laughed at the heap on the floor. "What do you wanna bake?"

"Don't know," Sky shrugged. "Something … autumnal. And sweet."

"So … pumpkin flavoured things? You really meant it when you said pumpkin sprinkles … " Felix mused as he pulled the teenager into his spacious kitchen. It immediately put a smile on Sky's face; the warm interior was decorated in garlands of fake leaves and strings of golden fairy lights, and a few of her mother's crocheted ornaments sat at the corners of his counters. They decorated all her uncles' houses, some in more obscure places than others; Sky vaguely thought about the random crocheted black cat that sat like an evil entity in the back of Minho's medicine cupboard.

She picked up a small mushroom and squashed it before throwing it at Felix.

"Hey!" Felix laughed. He grabbed an acorn plush and threw it at Sky, the girl giggling as she dodged his counter attack. "What was that for?"

Sky shrugged. "Impulsive thought."

Picking the things up and placing them in their spaces again, Sky jumped up onto the counter in the middle of the kitchen. "We could make different flavours of things. Not just pumpkin. Like … caramel apple or … "

"Chai!" Felix suggested, waving around a mesh sieve. "Oh, I know … We could make different flavoured cookies and make a selection box … and then we can eat them all. Sound good?"

"The 'eating them all' part sounds good," Sky agreed, and hopping off of the counter again, she rolled up her sleeves and began to wash her hands.

It was only when Sky and Felix had begun to scoop the multiple loads of cookie dough onto trays, that they realised they had made too much. Felix side eyed Sky who averted her eyes as she wordlessly pulled out another tray from his supply cupboard, fitting parchment paper onto it.

"Well," Felix said finally as he pulled out a tray from the oven, the cookies golden at the edges. He replaced the space in the oven with another cookie tray, his lips twitching in mild humour. "There'll definitely be more than a single box."

So many unholy words to say…. So little room to type it all

This man pls 🧍🏾‍♀️

pieces of you

single dad!chan. x fem!reader

winter falls masterlist.

i. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Shh, daddy smile.”

Soft murmurs linger just beyond your door, elusive words that could easily be dismissed as figments of your imagination. However, any doubt in your mind dissipates with three resounding knocks, jolting you from your momentary contemplation. 

Pairing: Ot8 skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: how would BF!SKZ react to seeing a kiss mark on their SKZoo?

Warnings: hyunjin and Felix can be read as low-key suggestive but it wasn't the intention? Reader gets teased in most of those

A/n: this picture of Lee know😭😭 btw I have a feeling that some things here are extremely cringe or extremely good I'm so so sorry in advance | taglist: @yuyubeans

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader

Genre: fluff, reaction

Warnings: mention of food at Lee Know and Felix's, I think that's it?

Request: how do you think ot8 would react to the reader speaking in their native language? Especially if it's not korean/english?

A/n: It's embarrassing the amount of time I took to write this one💀 the worst part is that I actually spent every week tryna find the best way of putting all my ideas together. Hope you like it anyways!

Stray Kids and specific things they adore about you

Chan:

He adores when you talk about something you're passionate about. He loves when you get so invested, eyes wide in excitement, your hands making all sort of gestures, your whole body vibrating with happiness. Chan just melts when he sees you like that and he just wants to grab you, hold you tight and never let go. He smile is always so big when you're so enthusiastic and he looks lovestruck. You notice the way his eyes shine and you start feeling a little shy, asking him if he's even listening to you. And ofcourse he is, he can recite back everything you just said because that's how attentive he is towards you.

Get better, okay?

You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg

Get better, okay?

You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg

“You wanna fight?”

“No, what the fuck?”

Sukuna looks at you with a sort of disturbed look in his eyes. You're sat at the other end of the sofa, phone in hand, and you look back expectantly, as though what you just said is perfectly normal.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks. You tilt your head to the side.

"You just look like someone who wants to fight," you reply.

Sukuna's eye twitches. It's not unusual for you to say shit like this. He should be used to it by now, in all honesty. It's like you want to vex him, like it thrills you to get a rise out of him.

You go back to scroll on your phone. Sukuna watches you for a bit longer, knowing that you're not done with your teasing yet. Without looking up from your phone, you do exactly as he predicted you to.

"Who do you think would win a fight?" you ask. Sukuna raises his brow in disbelief. Sometimes he wonders where you get the confidence to act like this around him. It's truly incredible to him.

"I would, obviously," he replies. You look up from your phone again. A small smile grows on your lips.

"Nah, I'd win," you reply.

aged up megumi

“you’re drunk.”

megumi’s head lifts up at the sudden sound of your voice. it’s funny how quick the action is too, like your voice immediately pulls his chin up as it speaks. even in a crowded room full of people who he doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know, he’ll find your voice. he always finds you. but right now, he’s not in a crowded room.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

“It's not that bad!”

“Not that bad? Christopher Bahng, it's literally the size of a golf ball.” 

“ … I like golf.” 

Exasperated with her husband, Y/N turned away from their bedroom mirror and faced the man with her hands on her bare hips. She leaned to the side pointedly as she stared at the blushing man on the bed. The epitome of feigned innocence rolled off of his person in the form of wide, puppy eyes, and his contagious smile lingered on his lips in a way that made Y/N's knees buckle. 

She bit her lip, unable to stop her own smile from spreading across her equally flushed face. 

“It's only been an hour,” Y/N whined, her fingers fluttering by the nape of her neck. “It's gonna look dreadful in the morning.” 

“Dreadful?” Chan's mouth dropped open dramatically as he placed his arms behind his head. “I don't know … I think it looks sexy, no?”

The man smiled further, his eyes travelling from the burst of colour to his wife's heated eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N covered her steaming face with her hands and turned away again towards the mirror. She peered at herself through the gaps of her fingers; even with her arms acting like shields in front of her body, she was still able to see the large crimson splotch on her skin. It almost looked like a shedding rose; its outer petals kissed the base of her throat and the dip of her collarbone. Smaller petals dotted the line of her shoulders and the sides of her chest in explosions of pink, red, and purple.

It was late in the evening; not yet midnight, but late enough. Chan and Y/N had spent the day practically glued to each other's side as they indulged in what felt like a twenty-four hour, non-stop date. Y/N was unsure if there had been a moment where they hadn't been touching in some way … Chan's arms had been strong around her torso as they made breakfast together, their shoulders pressed up against each other as they ate together, their legs locking as they watched TV together … and then their bodies entwining as they landed atop their bed together in a heated flurry of movement.

Y/N slowly flitted her gaze from the markings that circled her neck like an elaborate necklace. She blinked softly as she focused on what reflected behind her. Chan was leaning back on his hands, his head cocked to the side and his eyes hooded as he watched his wife with an affectionate smile.

He looked ethereal in the dim bedroom lighting. His fair skin had taken on the deep tones of luxurious amber under the warping shadows, each curve of his muscular build like a stretch of golden silk against the bedsheets. Smudges of Y/N's lipstick lingered against the angles of his jaw and the defined map of his abdomen in scarlet kisses, and as Chan smirked at her in the mirror, his eyes glimmered with the warmth and richness of dark chocolate. They sparkled playfully, Chan's gaze slow and provocative as it trailed down Y/N's body, the man chewing on his swollen bottom lip. 

The way he looked sprawled over the messy sheets, combined with the way he was looking at her made Y/N swallow thickly, her breath hitching. 

“What?” Chan hummed under his breath. 

Y/N looked down, her cheeks ablaze. “You're … just … “

“Just what … ?”

Y/N didn't trust what would happen if she was to say what was at the forefront of her mind. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling instead. “Infuriating.” 

She was still looking down at her clasped hands as a wave of shyness washed over her; she didn't notice when Chan slipped off of their bed, his tread light when he came to stand behind her. Her eyes widened abruptly when his fingertips danced along her sides, his palms smoothing over her skin and his strong arms following until they were looped around her in an engulfing hug. 

He was completely pressed up against her as he enveloped her into him. Y/N could feel every inch of his skin melting into hers, heat kindling between them both like a fine line of prickling electricity. 

“Infuriating?” Chan's voice was husky as his lips brushed against Y/N's bruised neck. He grinned in a teasing manner as he lightly grazed his teeth against the large mark. 

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched what he was doing in the mirror. She lightly slapped his forearm. “Don't do that! You're gonna make it worse.” 

Chan laughed silently. His pectoral muscles were hard against Y/N's shoulder blades with the movement, and he kissed her neck, his fingers trailing up her body until they landed at the darkening hickey he had left behind earlier. 

“You can always cover it up,” Chan hummed, circling the mark with his fingernail. “Though I don't understand why you'd want to. It looks beautiful.” 

Y/N leaned back into him, legs weak. “To you, maybe. To the random people we bump into on the street? I don't think so.” 

Chuckling, Chan moved so he was standing in front of her. He replaced his arms around her waist as he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm as they met the curves of Y/N's chest. “What about here?” 

Voice wavering, Y/N looked down at him. “What do you mean, what about here?” 

“You know what I mean,” Chan said, his voice reverberating through his wife's skin. “Think you need a few more marks, hmm? You know … so the other ones don’t feel … lonely.”  

Y/N looked away. She felt as though her heart would leap out of her chest at any moment if he kept this up.  

“Do what you want,” she murmured, causing Chan to grin. She placed a finger in line with the soft hollows of her collarbones. “Just not above here.” 

Chan stood up again. His hands swept up Y/N's neck before he cupped her face. Y/N looked up at him with dilated eyes, and she was grateful for the security of his touch holding her up when he leaned down to connect his lips with hers. 

“Deal,” Chan whispered, hands travelling down to the small of her back again. “Ready for round two?” 

His question suddenly made Y/N burst into a fit of hushed giggles against her husband's mouth. “That was the cringiest thing you could have possibly said right now. Who asks that?” 

Chan grinned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Obviously someone who cares about your well-being.” 

“Really? You care about my well-being after giving me all of these?” Y/N gestured wildly to her top half. “You nearly ate me alive.” 

“Oh yeah? But from the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed it.” 

The couple erupted into slightly giddy laughter, their burning noses bumping against one another's in the process. Chan's hands were hot as they smoothed over Y/N's back, pulling her closer to him, and overcome with a sudden rush of affection, Y/N locked her arms around the man's neck. She giggled against his lips when Chan's grip travelled to her thighs; she was swiftly lifted up into the security of his strong arms, and  the sheets were warm on her skin when Chan set her down.

Y/N smiled up at Chan with figurative hearts exploding in amongst the centre of her pupils. 

Chan lowered his head a little, as if he was going in for a kiss. But he stopped for a moment. The softest of smiles spread across his face as his gaze absorbed every one of Y/N's details. His heart leapt against the walls of his chest as he did so, and he was almost in a trance of overflowing devotion as he very delicately traced the backs of his fingers down the side of his wife's face.

“What … ?” YN breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. 

Chan's smile grew further. “Just … thinking about how much I love you.” 

Y/N's eyes widened. They had been together for almost a decade, and even though she had heard those three words leaving his mouth more and more as their time spent together increased, Y/N couldn't help but feel stunned all the same. Something about the way Chan was looking at her, and the glow to his skin and the raw honesty of his tone was making her head spin. Chan wasn't one to say things unless he completely meant it … Y/N knew that more than anyone. 

Her cheeks stung from the intensity of her blush, and she covered her face again with her hands, her legs kicking around the sheets. 

“Hey, no … “ Chan laughed under his breath, his fingers travelling to circle around Y/N's wrists. “We've talked about this, baby. No covering your face when I'm looking at you.” 

“But you're making me blush,” Y/N whined through her fingers. “I already look like … a lobster.” 

Chan chuckled, gently removing his wife's hands. He lay them down by the side of her head and very slowly entwined his fingers with hers. 

“The prettiest … ” Chan mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Most beautiful … “ he kissed her nose, “Sexiest lobster I've ever seen.” 

His smile landed on her lips, and Y/N immediately squeezed his fingers. With her hands under Chan's grip, she couldn't do anything but let the man kiss her with his slow, maddening pace … her lips were buzzing as Chan cushioned them with his own, the softness of his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth and leaving behind the intoxicating cloud of his taste.

“Christopher … “ Y/N whispered against his lips. “I … “ 

He didn't let her finish. His kiss deepened and the woman's back arched up until the curve of her body was completely pressed into his. 

“What were you gonna say?” Chan teased her when he pulled away, his thumbs caressing her palms. 

Y/N swallowed, trying to regain her breath. She suddenly burst into a fit of quiet laughter a moment later, and she looked up into her husband's eyes as he laid his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” she giggled, her words hot on his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” 

Her words made Chan's entire face light up. His lips were suddenly on hers again, his thighs squeezing around her hips in an embrace of their own. 

*☆*☆* 

Chan couldn't stop laughing. His arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe, Chan watched in growing amusement as Y/N applied her third layer of colour corrector over the plum sized bruise stretching across her neck for the fourth time. 

“Are you having fun?” Y/N attempted a dry tone despite the smile that betrayed her. “Is this really funny to you?” 

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah, it is.” 

Y/N attempted to cover her blanket of green with a full coverage concealer. She dabbed around the perimeters carefully, blending the edges softly into her skin so as not to disturb the product over the area she was trying to conceal. 

Alas, regardless of her layers of heavy duty coverage, the richness of the burgundy splotch still managed to peek through. Y/N sighed and dropped her powder down onto her vanity with a pointed look at her husband. 

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Y/N wrinkled her nose at him as he continued to smirk. “You just want an excuse to stay indoors.”

“I didn't!” Chan protested with pink cheeks. “I didn't mean to do it that high up. Just … got carried away.” 

Snorting at her husband's words, Y/N craned her neck to the side, observing the situation. It was still obvious even when she squinted, and having no intention to wear a high neck garment in the forty degree Australian heat, Y/N gave up. She pushed away from her vanity table and instead made her way to Chan who immediately caught her in his arms, pulling her into him by the waist. 

“Looks like you win,” Y/N smiled up at him as she looped her arms around his neck, lovingly tugging at the soft curls kissing the nape of his neck. “Again. Movie date it is. Because there's no way I'm going out with this visible monster.” 

The passion in her words made Chan burst into laughter. He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You can pick all the movies. And I'll make you your favourite pasta.” 

Y/N's eyes lit up at that. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan grinned. He hugged her a little closer, his heartbeat mingling with hers. “As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy with anything.” 

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Im in love like- 😻

𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

When Y/N pushed open the door of the bedroom, she expected to see her husband getting in a last minute push up before bed as he so often did, or perhaps to even see him laying flat on the floor, scrolling through his phone. But instead, Chan was lying like a peach coloured starfish just off the centre of their bed with his limbs sprawled out over the covers; his eyes were shut, and his lips were already in the form of a soft pout like they always were when he was fast asleep.

The sight of him made Y/N smile as she quietly tip-toed towards him. His bare chest rose and fell slowly like golden waves under the dim bedroom lighting, the faintest buzz of his breathing surrounding him like a little bubble; it would have been completely silent in the room if it wasn't for his soft breaths and the gentle strum of raindrops dancing along the window.

“Oh baby … “ Y/N hummed to herself as she leaned a little closer to her husband. Chan had fallen asleep in a comical state; it seemed he had found just enough energy to remove the majority of his clothes, bar the cap that remained at a silly angle just above his head. The day's makeup lingered on his skin in the form of faded patches and coffee brown eyeshadow nestled against his eyelids, and the faintest speckles of glitter twinkled just below his lashes in the dusty shadows.

Y/N smiled, each one of her blinks causing her eyes to soften more and more as she continued to admire him. As beautiful as Chan always looked with his smokey makeup, Y/N once again wanted nothing more than to see her husband's face without it all. She did find that he rather had an infuriating tendency of purposefully concealing the raw beauty he possessed beneath his layer of makeup.

“Silly boy … how many times do I have to tell you to remove your makeup before you sleep?” YN hummed to herself in low tones so as not to wake her peacefully sleeping husband. She gently removed the cap from Chan's head, giving way to the soft ash of his flattened curls, and set the hat to the side. “If not for my sake, then at least do it for your skin. Your skin is gonna get all clogged and gross and then you're gonna complain to me. And I'm gonna say ‘I told you so’.”

She couldn't entirely blame him, though. It had been a lengthy day for the both of them - they'd barely had enough time to breathe, let alone take care of their skin.

Lowering her head, Y/N lovingly traced her fingers down the side of her husband's face before pressing a kiss to his nose. She couldn't stop taking in the sight of him; she wanted to stay beside him with his sweet scent kissing her nose, her gaze wandering over his sleep-softened face for as long as she could. The idea of having to get up and do her own skincare was filling her with irritation … but at the same time, there was the enticing prospect of the immense comfort she would be able to experience once she was all done and was to slip into bed …

Landing another fluttering kiss to Chan's face, Y/N smoothed her thumbs over her husband's cheeks one more time before gently standing up from the bed and making her way to the bathroom. She did her skincare as quickly, yet thoroughly, as she could; on tiresome days such as this one, she forewent the multiple layers of skin products she would usually press into her skin. Instead, she cleansed her face, and then slapped a thick layer of moisturiser onto her skin, following it with an occlusive sleeping mask.

She was done quicker than she had thought she would be; the woman scooped up a chunk of cleansing balm onto her palm and walked back into her bedroom where she lowered herself back onto the bed beside Chan. Then she proceeded to melt the balm between her fingers.

Her fingers were as tender as possible when she placed them onto Chan's cheeks. They were warm and remarkably soft beneath her touch, and Y/N couldn't help but smile as she started to delicately massage circles into his skin, dissolving away his makeup. With her fingers braced ever so slightly at his temples, Y/N used her thumbs to remove his eye makeup, her affectionate smile growing as the deep eyeshadow gave way to the delicate skin around his eyes, his tiny freckles and pinprick-like moles greeting her with their warm familiarity.

"You're so beautiful ... " she whispered.

Chan remained asleep. His facial features were completely cloud-like and vulnerable with his lack of consciousness, and as Y/N began to wipe a wet cloth over his skin, her heart thudded in her chest. She was sure she would never be able to get over how beautiful he was in her eyes.

It was funny, really. Chan was constantly reminding his wife that he wasn't really handsome, that he wasn't that beautiful … He was adamant that if he was to stand in a room full of the most handsome men, he wouldn't be anywhere near the top.

As sad as his words were, they always made Y/N smile. Chan didn't understand that Y/N didn't want him to be the most beautiful man in the whole universe like he so often compared himself to. The universe's opinion meant nothing to Y/N when Chan was the most beautiful man in her own eyes.

She often told him just that in response to his musings. That if she was to stand in a room full of the most handsome men, she'd always choose him to be at the very top.

She'd always choose him first. In this life, and the next.

He'd always be her number one.

Her response usually caused her husband to fall quiet as his ears became red; once the blush had spread to his nose and his lips glowed with a contagious smile, Y/N knew she was victorious.

Y/N returned to the bathroom and washed her hands before making her way back to her husband where she began to massage another cleanser into his skin. Once his face was clean and supple, Y/N applied the same skincare she had used for herself, with the same loving strokes of her fingers.

She had only just finished lathering a thick layer of balm onto his chapped lips when Chan finally moved; Y/N watched with round eyes as he suddenly scooped his arms around her waist, and it was as she saw the crinkle of his eyes that she realised perhaps he hadn't been as unconscious as she had thought he was.

“You were awake?” Y/N giggled as her husband pulled her down ontop of him. She yelped at the sudden contact, bubbly laughter escaping her when her cheek landed on his chest.

“Maybe,” Chan chuckled.

“The whole time? Why didn't you say something?”

“Not the whole time,” Chan squeezed his wife tightly, his voice soft against her head. “Like half-way through. Wanted to see what you'd do.”

Y/N laugh was muffled. “Cheeky. You just wanted me to do your skincare for you, didn't you?”

“Mmm … “ Chan let his wife sit up again, though he kept his hands loosely on her waist. “Where are you going?”

“Need to go wash my hands,” Y/N hummed, leaning down again. She cupped his face and kissed his forehead, the man melting beneath her. “I'll be right back.”

“Don't go … “ Chan whined, a playful smile toying on his lips as Y/N slipped off of his legs. “Hurry back.”

She nodded at him, intending on doing just that. But after clearing a few things away in the bathroom so she wouldn't have to in the morning, when Y/N returned to the bedroom, Chan seemed to have already dozed off again. He was curled up on his side this time, his arms hugging the side of his duvet to his body.

Y/N slipped into bed beside him, and she moved closer to the man before gently brushing her lips against his warm shoulder. She smoothed her hand down his bicep, peering over to see his face.

“You asleep?”

Chan's eyes opened. He rolled onto his back again with a crooked smile, and Y/N grinned when he looked up at her.

“Hey, Handsome,” Y/N whispered. She watched as her husband’s cheeks flushed, and he held his arms towards her.

“Never gonna get used to that name … “ Chan murmured sleepily as he closed his embrace around her.

He was overwhelmingly warm, just the way Y/N liked him, and she snuggled up to him as close as she could. She settled her cheek against his chest, her hand resting beside her face as Chan tangled their legs together beneath the duvet.

Y/N kissed his chest, her hand roaming his body. Her fingertips traced their way through the soft grooves of his muscles, and they landed at the dozens of moles and soft freckles that peppered his fair skin; in the darkness of the bedroom, they almost looked like inverted stars.

Chan tilted his head towards her with a growing smile as he followed the movements of Y/N's fingers.

“Well, you kinda have to get used to it,” Y/N hummed. “I mean, come on … you're literally covered in stars. Look … doesn't this look like a star to you?”

Embarrassed, but too tired to argue with her, Chan couldn't do anything but chuckle as his cheeks and his neck burned up. He used his arms to pull Y/N towards him even more, and he squeezed her tightly once her head rested at the crook of his neck, her nose tickling his jaw.

“Thanks for taking my makeup off,” Chan mumbled, eyes falling shut as he cupped his hand over the back of Y/N's head. He slowly threaded his slender fingers through her hair, the pads of his other fingertips gently pressing into Y/N's lower back as he held her. “I was gonna, but … I forgot.”

“Forgot, or didn't want to?” Y/N grinned.

Chan's body shook against hers. “Both.”

“You're stupid,” Y/N said simply. It made Chan chuckle under his breath, and he dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “Promise me you'll do it next time?”

Chan nodded. “I promise. If it makes you happy, I'll try harder.”

Y/N's cheeks turned pink. She lifted her head, searching his face with her gaze. “Don't do it for me. Do it for you.”

“Nope,” Chan's face broke into an adoring smile. “I like doing things for you. More fun.”

“You … “ Biting her lip as Chan started started to giggle at her, Y/N dropped her head against his body again. She melted into the curve of his heat as the man continued to curl himself around her as best as he could, and when he finally seemed satisfied by their proximity, Chan turned his face and peppered his wife's cheeks with a multitude of butterfly kisses.

“I love you so much,” Chan murmured, nose brushing against hers. “You're my whole world, you know that right?”

Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling as she looked into his. His words interlaced with her thoughts from earlier, mirroring her internal feelings and she tilted her head a little so her lips grazed Chan's when she spoke.

“You're my whole world too.”

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ngl but if i were a boy i would have been the best boyfriend

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

request: "Maybe you could do another one for Bang Chan? Something with friends to lovers and "I can treat you better, just let me"? You can change the phrase if you need to!"

a/n: i think i got carried away with this one bc of how much i enjoyed writing it lol. i hope this is close enough to what you wanted and that you enjoy it!

feedback is deeply appreciated!!