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Bang Chan: Italian romance
Welcome to the first stop of our little journey!
Summary: You spent a peaceful, romantic day in Italy together - filled with a romantic start to the day, some shopping and a nice wind-down.
Disclaimer: All content on this blog is fictional. Any characters, scenarios, or portrayals of real people are created for storytelling and entertainment purposes only. They are not intended to represent real events, real personalities, or factual information about the individuals mentioned.
Word count: 3k Warnings: One suggestive comment
The first thing you felt were the warm sunbeams dancing on your face. The soft pillow beneath your head felt impossibly light, as if it were still holding onto the last traces of a dream. You didn’t move. You just breathed – slow and deep.
Somewhere beyond the half open window, you could hear the distant hush of the sea. Not loud, not dominant – just there. A curtain stirred in the breeze, brushing softly against the wall.
You opened your eyes.
The room was washed in gold. White walls, a wooden chair with yesterday’s clothes draped carelessly over it and on the small table beside the bed two half empty cups filled with water.
You turned your head slightly and there he was. Still asleep. His hair was caught in the sunlight in a way that made it look almost unreal. His breathing was slow, even – a quiet snoring escaped his lips. He was laying on his stomach, his face turned toward you, his cheeks squished against the soft pillow, his lips puckered. One hand rested between you, close enough that your fingers almost touched.
ᯓ★ 𝐊𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐀
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͙͘͡★ Genre: Domestic, fluff, suggestive
͙͘͡★ Warnings: Slight suggestive actions
͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N
͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.5k
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Chris was already in bed when Y/N entered the room. Or rather, he was on top of it, his sturdy torso nestled amongst the soft duvet as he scrolled lazily through his phone. He was giggling to himself in a way that made his broad shoulders shake lightly, the glorious stretch of his smooth skin glistening golden under the dim lamplight. His hair fell into his eyes in frazzled coils and he ruffled a hand through it, pushing it away before resting his chin on his forearm. Head tilting a little to the side, Chris yawned, legs rustling amongst the sheets as a sleepy, content expression crossed his face.
Y/N bit her lip as an overwhelming smile spread its way across her face. There was something so comforting yet heart wrenching about seeing her husband in his own little world. He looked adorable with his crinkling eyes and feet kicking around at the end of the bed when he came across something that amused him.
Quietly stripping her own clothes off with Chris still completely unaware of her presence, Y/N set the garments aside before padding over to the bed. The end of the mattress dipped a touch as she crawled onto it, and Chris turned his head slightly just as she landed on top of him with a giggle, her entire body draped over his and her face flat in her hair.
Chris burst into hushed chuckles. “Hello to you too. Didn't even know you were here.”
Y/N sighed happily as she curved her arms around her husband's frame. “I know … too busy scrolling.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of Chris's neck. He was warm, so much warmer than she had anticipated, and Y/N shivered upon feeling his rolling heat seep into her skin. She let out a shuddery breath as she buried her face deeper into the small dip between his neck and shoulder; the scent of him surrounded her in a musky, sweet cloud, almost as if tiny molecules of his fragrance and skin were locking millions of arms around her body, the very essence of him clinging to her being.
And she loved every single bit of it.
“Am I too heavy?” Y/N murmured, kissing the sharp curve of his shoulder. She lifted her hips a little, unloading some of her weight; but Chris's legs were quick to tangle around hers like veins, ensnaring her into the curve of his body.
“Never,” Chris said. “You're perfect.”
Her smile was satisfied against his skin. She turned her face so her cheek rested against the nape of his neck, and one of her hands started tracing her way down his side. She smoothed over the soft dips of his lats, marvelling at the way his firm muscle rippled with the smallest of movements. She adored the feel of him - he was strong, yet so soft at the same time, and every inch of him moulded to her frame as if he was made just for her. Her fingers continued to dance along the pepper of moles along the expanse of his silky skin, and Chris hummed at the feeling, his fingers loosening around his phone.
“You're so warm,” Y/N whispered, kissing just below his ear. “And so soft. You're always so soft. And comfy. And you smell so good … “
Chris's body vibrated underneath her skin as he laughed silently. He reached an arm out without looking, intending to gently pat her head. But the palm of his hand collided with Y/N's face instead, her nose and her lips and her flushed cheeks soft against him, and laughter broke out of her at the impact. Chris chuckled alongside her just as he curled her fingers around his wrist and kissed his fingers.
“Sorry baby,” Chris slurred, fatigue creeping up on him. He moved his hand again, finding his wife's cheek, and he gently caressed her warmth before his fingers drifted to her hair, his fingers brushing lightly the way he had wanted to in the beginning.
Another smile on her face, Y/N lifted her head from Chris's shoulder and gently cupped his jaw. “Kiss,” she hummed, and Chris let out a happy sound before he turned his face to the side where her head was just an inch away.
Y/N's hands swept over the curves of Chris's back as he turned his body a fraction so he could kiss her better. He was too tired to move again; one of his arms was thrown lazily above his head, fingers curled into his pillow, his other fingers like individual furnaces against the back of Y/N's neck as he drew her closer to him. His lips were sealed over hers in a long, languid kiss, and the heated tickle of his breath skimmed her cheek as he exhaled, the very tip of his tongue tracing the seam of Y/N's lower lip. She hummed under her breath and ran the flat of her hand up his waist, the slope of his spine, and up to his head where she sank her fingers into his silky curls, gripping and tugging at them ever so slightly. Chris's groan was low in his throat, spilling into Y/N's mouth, and she shivered, pressing the heated skin of her chest further into his back.
When she pulled away, Chris's lips were rosier and they curved up into a sleepy smile. He leaned forward against to brush a kiss to her nose, and then her cheeks, and then her forehead, before Y/N's head took up residence on the upper portion of his back once more.
“You're so clingy today,” Chris whispered, reaching over his head for her hand. He laced their fingers together before bringing them down to the sheets, tangled together on his pillow. “I love it when you're like this. My little koala.”
Y/N giggled. She grazed a series of lingering kisses along the planes of his shoulders, and then up his neck. “You're a tree.”
He squeezed her fingers as he chuckled into the sheets. “A tree? Mmm … you telling me to work out more? I don't think trees are comfy.”
“No, not like that,” Y/N whined. “You're comfy. Very comfy. You're only a tree because you called me a koala and koalas love hugging trees.”
“Mm. Aight. If you say so.”
“I do say so,” Y/N breathed. Her fingers had begun trailing down his hips now, down to the sharp grooves that tucked inwards below his abdominal muscles. She traced the ridges with a featherlight touch, and Chris's breath hitched, his body tensing below hers as his skin prickled with goosebumps.
“Baby … “ Chris swallowed thickly. “You're gonna kill me.”
Her fingers danced along the soft dimples at the very bottom of his back in response. The man groaned again, the end breaking off into a smitten puff of laughter, and he shifted just a little, tightening his legs around hers.
“My pretty boy,” Y/N kissed into his skin. The constant heat emanating from her husband was making her incredibly drowsy; her eyes began to droop a little, and she dragged her hands back up the sides of his thighs, using the tips of her fingernails to softly scratch against his skin as she did so. Her hands settled at his middle and she slid them beneath him, tucking her arms underneath his body as she hugged him tight.
“Now you really are a koala,” Chris commented. “Clinging to her branch.”
She responded by dragging her hands up; her fingers grazed the underside of his pecs, and then the very peaks of them, making the entire man jerk at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Chris huffed into the duvet. “Baby … you're the biggest tease ever, you know that?”
Y/N burst into quiet giggles against his neck. Her hands retreated and she settled them neatly just over his heart, the steady thud thud thud pressing against her fingers.
“Don't wanna move,” Y/N mumbled. “Wanna stay here forever.”
Chris smiled to himself. “Then stay.”
She hummed sleepily. Y/N shifted so her body was completely curled around his, tucked into his back in a bubble of safety and unmistakable peace.
“Love you,” she yawned, letting her eyes fall shut.
Chris was about to reply when he felt her arms loosen just a touch. He peered over his shoulder; the shadow of her eyelashes kissed her skin and her lips formed a soft pout as her cheek squished up against his back. She was well and truly fast asleep, chest rising and falling like a weighted blanket against him, and the man's face almost melted with softness.
He placed his hand over hers as he dragged his pillow gently beneath his face so as not to jostle her. He turned one more time and planted a warm kiss to the bridge of her nose, his voice the faintest whisper in the quiet room.
“I love you too.”
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ᯓ★ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑
͙͘͡★ GENRE: Domestic/husband!Chris, angst, fluff
͙͘͡★ WARNINGS: None
͙͘͡★ CHARACTERS: Chris, Y/N
͙͘͡★ WORD COUNT: 1.7k
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Aside from the gentle rustle of pages from Y/N's book and the faint pitter-patter of raindrops rolling down the large bedroom window, the only other sound was the rhythmic breathing from the man laying in bed beside her. Chris's cheek was cushioned by his pillow, his eyes shut, the dim lighting from the bedside lamp creating tiny dancing shadows along his cheekbones from where his eyelashes fluttered softly in his sleep. His body was entirely relaxed, his fingers loose against the duvet and his forehead smooth, yet he was angled towards Y/N in a way that was beyond devastating. Even though he was fast asleep, he still sought her out, his unconscious body language gravitating towards his wife.
Quietly shutting her book after sliding one of her favourite bookmarks into it - something Chris had gifted to her a while ago - Y/N set it down on her nightstand. She was sitting up against the headboard; she turned so that her front was facing her husband instead. Her eyes softened as she took in the peaceful outline of him. It was one of those rare nights where he was still in clothes; the wide neckline of his dark t-shirt had slipped to one side and revealed the long like of his collarbone, a warm amber in the lamplight. His tiny moles were like paint splatters across his smooth skin, and they travelled up his neck, kissing the curves of the cheek that wasn't pressed up against the pillow.
Y/N found herself tracing the marks for the millionth time. She knew their placements like the back of her hand, and she found comfort in the familiarity of them beneath her fingers. The act of automatically counting each one as her fingertips danced along his limbs was soothing to her nervous system. She exhaled through her nose as her fingers reached the sharpness of his jaw, her thumb caressing it delicately before sweeping across his cheekbone.
The longer she watched him sleep, the more her eyes filled with slow tears. He looked so innocent and vulnerable while fast asleep that Y/N's mind suddenly began to remind her of all the things he had endured with his quiet strength. He had spent such a large chunk of his life surrounded by dozens of people, yet still utterly alone. There were so many experiences he had held close to his heart from when he was a child, all the way into adulthood. Things he had kept to himself and had pushed through with silence, refusing to lean on people around him, yet being the pillar for others to rely upon instead.
He had always been that sort of person. Quietly holding onto all the people who needed him, while his own pain piled on top of him like a tall, rickety tower, swaying fast or slow depending on the weather. Yet he would never push away anyone who came to him in need. The bridge might collapse, but he would always get them to safety before thinking of himself.
And if he was to fall?
Then so be it.
Y/N's wet cheeks glistened in the shadows as he kept up the tender caresses over her husband's face. It was late, the early morning hours filled with a haze of blackened indigo, thicker from the rainclouds covering the stars. Her heart always expanded to triple its size at such a time; emotion flooded over her until there was nowhere left for it to go, except for the exit through her eyes in the form of burning tears.
Her fingers gently stroked Chris's dark curls away from his temples. He shifted then, eyebrows twitching momentarily as he moved in his sleep, his stomach pressing up against the mattress, his head turned towards her, and one of his arms slipping below his pillow. His other hand reached out and sleepily curled around Y/N's wrist, his head pressing up against her thigh.
“Stay … “ Chris mumbled in his sleep, his words thick and slurred. “I … “
“Shh … “ Y/N breathed, cupping his jaw in her hand again. “I'm right here.”
“‘M … sorry … “
Y/N's heart sounded in her chest, another tear spilling over her lashes.
“I'll be better … “ Chris continued quietly, fingers tightening just a touch around her wrist. “I'll … I can take it. I don't … get hurt … “
Breath catching in her throat, Y/N leaned down and gently brushed her lips over his cheek in a tender kiss. “Shh. I love you, Channie. I'm right here. You're safe.”
Chris's heavy breathing halted for a moment, and his mumbled words stopped. His grip on Y/N's wrist loosened, and he hummed sleepily as his eyes began to open.
His gaze immediately landed on his wife, the rich brown of his eyes turned onyx in the shadows, tiny stars dancing about the centres. They were hooded, and he breathed slowly, the broad expanse of his back rising and falling as he continued to look at her. The corners of his plump lips lifted minimally at the corners, and his thumb started to smooth back and forth over the soft skin of her inner wrist.
She didn't say anything. Just watched the way he was touching her so gently, his eyelids fluttering shut again. A split second later his arms hooked around her waist, and she was pulled down until she was laying face to face with him. He exhaled heavily, his breath hot and sweet on her lips as he leaned closer, the sheer emotion in his dilated eyes making Y/N's breath catch.
“Why did you wait so long … ?” Chris suddenly asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Y/N blinked in surprise. “Wait?”
A tear spilled down Chris's cheek, and her eyes widened.
“To find me,” he breathed, eyes locked on hers. “All those years before we met … I felt so alone. Why didn't you come to me earlier?”
It felt like someone had punctured Y/N's lungs with a hundred blunt needles all at once. All she could do was stare at her husband, completely dumbfounded with an aching chest.
Because what was she supposed to say?
“It wasn't time,” Y/N whispered shakily, pressing her hand up against his cheek. “We … weren't supposed to meet before we did.”
“But why?” He gasped brokenly as more tears rushed out of his eyes, spilling across his nose bridge and into his hairline. “I needed you. I … “
His words broke off, and he dropped his face into a hand, shoulders heaving.
“Baby … “ Y/N's lips trembled as she pulled her husband into her arms, his head falling against her shoulder as his entire body shook in his embrace. “I'm here now. I'm not leaving … you're not alone anymore, Christopher.”
He sobbed into her skin, the sounds quiet but no less painful to Y/N's ears. Her own eyes clenched shut as she held him tightly, her fingers sinking into his hair as she cupped the back of his head. His shoulders caved into her body, the width of them shaking with each silent cry that left his body.
It took him a while to settle down again, his breathing slowing yet punctuated with tiny hiccupy sounds that each made Y/N's heart twinge with sympathy. She was holding him as secure as she could under the duvet, their limbs completely tangled when Chris finally lifted his head so he could look at her.
“‘M sorry,” he sniffled. His ears were pink now, and he looked embarrassed. “I … I don't know what just happened.”
Y/N pressed a kiss onto his warm forehead. “Did you have a bad dream?”
He nodded once. “Yeah,” he swallowed heavily, his Adam's apple jutting outwards with the movement. “It was … more like a memory?”
“A memory?”
“From over two decades ago,” Chris laughed awkwardly. “It sounds so stupid. I'm sorry.”
Y/N cupped his wet face in her hands. “Tell me.”
He sighed and turned his face to kiss the inside of her palm. “It just felt like I was … back there. Going through all the pain and … and … loneliness all over again. I haven't felt like that in a long time, but … “
He broke off and dropped his forehead against his wife's plush chest. “I know there's nothing either of us could have done. I wouldn't want to change anything either, not really. But sometimes … sometimes I wish I'd known you way before.”
Y/N's smile was soft as she kissed the top of his head. “I wish I'd known you back then too. But … “
“But … ?”
“But there's no point thinking about the past now,” Y/N whispered. “We met when we did for a reason. We can't change that, but ... we can somewhat control being together in the future?”
At that, Chris started to smile. He hummed in agreement against her skin. “I want to stay with you forever. Even when we die. And afterwards too. Me and you in every lifetime, no matter what.”
“I'm going to hold you to that, Bahng,” Y/N whispered. She pressed her forehead against his, their eyes finding home in each other across the short distance. “I'm so proud of you, you know that?”
Chris's lips parted in surprise. “All of a sudden?”
Her fingers found their way to his hairline where they gently swept the silky strands away in a soothing, repetitive motion. Her eyes flowed over his face with reference, taking in each one of his features that she so loved.
She didn't give him her reasoning. Just smiled and pressed another kiss to his nose and his cheeks. “I love you. So much. I … I'm so grateful that you exist. And that I get to spend my days with you. I feel like the luckiest woman alive.”
Y/N heard the way her husband's breath got stuck in his throat at her words. She also felt the soft puff against her lips when he exhaled, his eyes shining all over again in the darkness below the sheets.
His arms tightened around her waist like a vice as he pulled her closer, trying to completely merge their bodies together into one. Chris's face was steaming when he buried it deeply into the crook of Y/N's neck. His fingers too had wandered beneath the hem of her pajama top, and they curled into her skin like he needed it to anchor himself.
He didn't verbally respond to her words. Instead, his lips drew shapes over her skin in the form of reverent kisses, each one followed by a fresh tear.
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THE PRINCIPLE OF THINGS ── FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
synopsis ✿ it’s been a rough night. your heart is still recovering from being broken, you need an uber home, your phone is dead, and everyone else has already left the class 1-a yearly reunion. well—everyone except bakugou. he gives you not just a ride home, but a solution to your lonely predicament
✿ BEFORE YOU READ ── female reader ; pro hero bakugou + pro hero reader ; reader was in class 1-a ; reader has a quirk (she's stretchy - think like elastigirl from the incredibles LOL) ; reader gets her heart broken by an unnamed random guy + has insecurities ; bakugou is silently pining (and quite good at hiding it tbh) ; friends (sort of) to lovers ; cunnilingus ; p in v ; creampie ; morning after ; confessions (sort of. its bakugou ok) ; getting together ; the class 1-a girls are gossips
꒰ word count ꒱ 12.0k words — give it a chance plssss
꒰ commentary ꒱ hi my name is riv and i am going thru mental breakdown after mental breakdown about my life but it wont stop me from writing about letting bkg hit
Class 1-A is trauma-bonded for life—it’s this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing.
Sure, years pass. Adulthood kicks in. Lives become busier, more hectic, more demanding. Time is a funny thing—nine years ago, you were sitting in a classroom with these people, learning how to be a hero. Nine years later, you’re sitting in a rented-out bar, sharing a drink with them as they trade hero stories like it’s part of the average day.
Then again, you suppose it is the average day for pros. Wake up, go to work, save people, crack cases, go on patrol, and go to sleep. Repeat.
i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔
ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃
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͙͘͡★ Genre: Idol!au, angst, fluff
͙͘͡★ Warnings: None
͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N
͙͘͡★ Word Count: 2.2k
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Chrissy ♡: Wyd??
Y/N: Crying
Chrissy ♡: Again?
Y/N: 😒🖕
Chrissy ♡: Heyyyyyy there's no need for that ~
Chrissy ♡: Why are you crying, baby girl?
Y/N: Because. I'm sick of people and I hate everyone
Chrissy ♡: Realest shit I've read all day
Chrissy ♡: Wanna come over and do nothing together?
Chrissy ♡: Wanna come over and hate everyone together?
Chrissy ♡: Maybe I'll cry with you if you behave 😉
Y/N: Omg you know my knees get all weak when you talk dirty to me, Bahng
Chrissy ♡: 😂😂😂
Chrissy ♡: Hurry up … it's boring being pissed on my own
Y/N: 🏃♀️💨
When Y/N pushed open the door to Chris's bedroom, her gaze panned around the spotless space before she frowned. Chris was nowhere to be seen. Traces of him lingered in the form of a sweet candle wafting its vanilla clouds over to her and enveloping her in a familiar cloud, his laptop shut on his desk, and a worn hoodie hanging off of the edge of his bed. Y/N blinked, looking around again, and she darted her head out of the room to make sure he wasn't in the main area - but then a set of warm fingers curled around her wrist and she was suddenly tugged into a sturdy body.
“Gotcha!” Chris's voice was playful as he squeezed her tight, and Y/N's breath hitched when his immense heat swallowed her up as soon as her face hit chest. “About time. You took ages.”
“I did not,” Y/N huffed, squeezing him back, arms tightening around his strong torso. “I left so fast that I forgot my phone and then I had to go back to get it.”
Chris chuckled, kicking the door shut. “Ah … so that's what took you so long.”
Y/N looked up at him indignantly. It just made him laugh more, and his face crumpled as a sudden wave of affection flooded over him for her. His arms tightened around her before Y/N found herself being picked up off of the floor, her legs automatically tangling around the man's waist as he held her close to him.
“You should have just left your phone,” Chris grinned, kissing her nose.
Y/N cocked her head to the side in question. “Why?”
“Well, I just thought … we're both sick of everyone so maybe we should just turn our phones off for the night. Just me and you. Whaddya say?”
“You're gonna turn your phone off for the whole night?”
Chris nodded. “Yep.”
“You?”
“Yep.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“What if the kids need you?”
Chris smiled. “No doubt they'll barge in here and attack us both.”
Giggling, Y/N pressed a kiss to Chris's forehead. “Wow. You really do hate everyone right now.”
“Mhm,” Chris wrinkled his nose. “They don't deserve me.”
He was joking, yet Y/N grinned. “Confidence looks sexy on you.”
“Dunno what you mean,” Chris flushed, just as he dropped Y/N softly onto his bed. He crawled down beside her until they were laying side by side, the ceiling warping with shadows from the lamplight above them. It almost looked like little galaxies swirling around and around, and they were both quiet for a moment, hands tangled between them both.
“You okay?” Chris hummed after a while, squeezing Y/N's fingers. “i mean … you said you were crying."
Y/N turned her face to the side. He was already watching her, and their noses bumped from the movement. Y/N's eyelashes fluttered as her eyes fell shut - she could still feel Chris's gaze on her, intense, but comforting, like a ray of sunshine.
“Just tired,” Y/N whispered. “Of breaking my back for people yet still always being the last choice.”
Simple words, yet they were words that Chris felt deep to the core of his bones. He too often felt the same - as much as he tried not to think about it, as much as he tried to distract himself by immersing himself further into his work and giving more to the people around him, he still couldn't shake the heaviness from his head sometimes. The thoughts were like cobwebs, fine, delicate, but somehow completely unshakeable.
Wordlessly, Chris's hand cupped the back of Y/N's head. He brought her towards his body, and Y/N let her face fall into the crook of his neck as he kissed the top of her hair. His touch was gentle in the way he caressed her neck, cascading down slowly before moving to the top of her head again in a soothing, repetitive, motion.
“I feel like you're the only one I can actually say is my best friend,” Y/N breathed into Chris's skin. “I can be myself with you … everyone else makes me feel like I have to hide.”
She felt the curve of Chris's throat bob against her temple as he swallowed thickly, his hand gripping her head just a touch more in a protective manner.
“I'm kinda relieved,” Chris murmured. “It would have been really awkward if you were my best friend and I wasn't yours.”
Y/N giggled. She buried her face deeper into the hollow of his neck, her fingers gripping onto the sides of his top with such a ferocity that it made Chris's heart twinge.
“I love you,” Chris brushed against the crown of her head. “All of you. You know that right?”
“I know,” Y/n nodded. “You know I love you too, don't you?”
Smiling at that, Chris hummed in agreement. He was prone to double guessing himself and overthinking his self worth, more than he ever wanted to admit … but despite all of that, he did always know in the bottom of his heart that he was loved by her. Like her love for him was as steady and sure as the sun rising day after day, and as calm as the moon illuminating even the darkest of nooks in the depth of night.
Just as his love always flowed freely for her too.
“I know,” Chris brushed a kiss to the corner of Y/N's mouth. Their foreheads were pressed together now, fingers intertwined, and just by laying there in each other's bubble, the couple felt their agitation and sadness for the world begin to seep out of them, leaving their bodies all melty on Chris's sheets.
“We're so pathetic,” Y/N joked under her breath.
It made Chris chuckle against her lips, the soft lines at the corners of his eyes deepening as wriggled closer to her. “Hey, I mean … at least we're pathetic together. Better being pathetic together is better than being pathetic on our own.”
Y/N grinned. “I like being pathetic with you.”
“Yeah?” Chris hummed. “Wanna eat some pathetic ramen with me?”
“Pathetic ramen? How can ramen be pathetic?”
“Well, if it's made by two pathetic people who are hiding from the world and eating ramen because they're sad, then I guess the vibes just … turn it pathetic.”
Y/N's laughter was warm. “What?”
Chris shrugged. He pulled her closer, his long limbs encasing her in his addictive embrace. “Dunno. Maybe I'm going crazy.”
Cross legged on Chris's bed, Y/N and Chris gently blew on their piping hot noodles, their noses and cheeks already pink from the rising steam. True to Chris's earlier words, he had switched his phone off, and Y/N followed suit - then they both tossed both devices into the back of Chris's wardrobe for good measure with a string of slightly delirious giggles. Perhaps it was just a placebo effect, but both of them had instantly felt a wave of calm wash over them as soon as they had shut the doors of the wardrobe. Like nothing was tethering them to the chaos of the world outside anymore. No half-hearted messages, no unnecessary rude comments floating around, no negative opinions in sight that always had a way of needling through the both of them and lodging inside their minds with a dull sort of ache that neither of them could quite ignore.
It was just the two of them in Chris's room (which, to Y/N, was one of her most favourite places on earth) with enough food to feed a dozen people, a marathon of movies lined up, and of course, so many blankets that they couldn't exactly tell whose limb was whose anymore.
“We should do this more often,” Chris said before shovelling an overestimated mouthful of ramen into his mouth. He instantly regretted it when the heat sizzled his tongue, and the amplified low level spice kissed his lips.
Y/N shook with silent laughter as she watched him inhale lungfuls of air like a dying fish. She reached for the water beside her and unscrewed the cap, holding it to him before she gently patted his back as he began to choke.
“Idiot,” Y/N giggled. “You do that every single time.”
“Accident,” Chris wheezed. His tongue hung out of his mouth now, and he panted quickly, eyes round and making Y/N's laughter grow. “But yeah … we really should do this more often.”
“Do what? Burn your tongue?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “No … this. Turning our phones off. Who needs ‘em, eh?”
Y/N slurped on her own noodles. “Christopher … it's been ten minutes.”
“Best ten minutes of my life,” Chris said happily, swirling his chopsticks back into his ramen. “No stupid people, no disrespectful people, no fucking idiots with thick fucking skulls - “
“There, there,” Y/N patted Chris's back again before steam could start shooting out of the man's ears like an enraged cartoon character. “Eat first … yap later.”
Chris grinned. “You're just trying to get me to shut up.”
“No,” Y/N smirked. “I just think you'll feel a lot better after you've eaten something.”
She was right, of course. So right that once Chris had finished his third extra large cup of ramen, he had flopped back down onto his bed, eyelids already drooping with sleepiness.
“Cuddles … “ Chris mumbled, arms outstretched lazily towards Y/N as she moved away to drop the cups into the bin. He clenched and unclenched his fingers in her direction, a pout on his soft lips until she moved back towards him, dropping into her space on the bed.
“So when you said you wanted to do nothing, what you really meant was go to sleep?” Y/N smiled as Chris immediately draped himself over her like a koala.
Chris giggled against her collarbone. “No. I meant … do nothing. We are doing nothing.”
“Were actually cuddling,” Y/N corrected as she slipped her fingers into his curls. “That's not nothing.”
“Nuh uh … ‘s nothin’. ‘M not letting you move now … you're all mine.”
Grinning at the soft state the man was drifting into, Y/N hooked her legs over his and held him to her as tight as she could under the fuzzy blankets layered on top of them. It was stifling, to say the least, but it was safe, and comforting, and neither of them wanted to vacate the bubble. If anything, they gravitated even closer to one another until their faces were almost smushed together, every inch of their bodies somehow touching the other in the biggest hug they could manage.
Hands tender on either side of Chris's sleepy face, Y/N landed a series of fluttery kisses to his lips, one after the other. Her kisses spilled over his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his forehead, his jaw, anywhere she could reach, until Chris was a mass of bashful giggles and weak protests with a smile that made Y/N's insides ache.
“I love doing nothing with you,” Chris mumbled, breaking the soft silence that had started to grow between them both. “Wanna do nothing with you forever.”
Y/N bit her lip, her mouth curving up into an affectionate smile. Chris's eyes were shut, and she shut hers too as she leaned her forehead against his, her fingers still tracing the impossibly smooth grain of skin at the side of his neck. But then she heard the quietest of sniffles and her eyes snapped open again just in time to see a shining tear slipping down the flushed skin of Chris's cheek.
“Baby?” Y/N blinked in surprise as she kissed the tear away. “What's wrong?”
She didn't need to ask, though she did anyway - she already knew that the vulnerability he had kept locked inside of him from the past few weeks was spilling out of him now that he was feeling safe beside her. But Chris smiled as another tear glistened against his lashes, and Y/N leaned closer to hear the whisper of his words.
“I told you I'd cry if you behaved.”
Spluttering with quiet laughter, Y/N smoothed her fingers over his tears. “Well in that case … keep crying. It's hot.”
Chris laughed at that, his breath hot on Y/N's cheek, and he tightened his hold on her waist, fingers tracing abstract shapes into the heated lower skin of her back, almost as though he was self soothing himself. Y/N kissed his temple as her other hand continued to lightly scratch at his scalp, her smile mirroring his.
“Baby?”
“Mhm?”
“I love doing nothing with you too.”
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it absolutely wrecks him like a freight train hitting a wall when you cry in front of him for the first time.
chan, who was so sure he knew his happy-go-lucky girl inside and out. who was so sure that his girl, his girl, lived in a bubble of security he'd so delicately formulated for her. thick and warm sheets in the morning, woken up with his smiling lips on your skin. he let you lie on the studio couch late nights when he refused to leave. he'd find you on the living room sofa when he came home late after studio sessions, kissing the little furrow out of your lax but tense expression. he'd buy you anything at the drop of a hat. support you through anything. you wanted to open a clothing shop for cats? chan would ask to be your cashier.
so when he sees you there, in your shared kitchen, neck bent low and shoulders shaking, quiet hiccups of cries like you didn't want him to hear it? he feels the floor pull out from underneath him.
he crosses the cold tile in an instant. doesn't even think you'd push him away. you often knew the safest place was in his arms. chan gathers you quickly but gently, as if he could shatter you further if he wasn't careful. and he crumbles at the foreign feeling of your body wracking out meek sobs. he's never heard those shallow little breaths and sniffles. he doesn't say anything, doesn't try to offer solutions or press on. he holds you steady against his chest, quick little firm kisses onto your weary head. he mentally curses himself. was there something he hadn't noticed? he should've been there...
only when chan is sure you're tuckered out from crying, he pulls back, running a vascular hand over the back of your head. tilting his head, eyes crinkling at the corners when he gives you a halfhearted smile while you dry your eyes in closed fists.
beautiful, he thinks to himself, before mentally facepalming. he shouldn't think like that, but he can't help it. your puffy cheeks and eyes, eyelashes sticking together with salty tears. and what makes you even more beautiful is your sense of trust you have in him. trust, looking up at him like he can fix the world.
"there you are, sweetheart..." he hummed as his thumb swept under your eyes, wiping away the remnant sadness. he adored how you leaned into his touch, but it made his chest tighten painfully at the same time. "what's got my girl so down? you should be asleep..."
a smile fought at your lips, he was always telling you to never wait up for him. tucking your head under his chin, you let out a heavy sigh. like you could dispense the tension out of you. he reciprocated by holding the back of your head and scratching your scalp gently. he wanted to show you he wasn't afraid. this is safety, here in my arms. my brave girl. sleepy girl.
"just... i dunno, it's... it comes and goes in waves... wasn't even feeling particularly sad..."
your words made his bones ache, and his heart did a funny little thing. but he hummed in reply, closing his eyes, and pressing his plush lips to your forehead. he breathed your name thrice like a prayer into your hairline. he didn't force you to talk any more than you were already willing. he was grateful you shared anything at all. he pulled back with his hands sliding to the sides of your face, cradling your jaw.
"you know i'm always here, yeah? 'm always here to listen... even if you have nothing to say, and we just... sit in silence... i'm your literal and figurative shoulder to cry on, mm?"
his words were met with silence for a moment or two as he swept his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks. and then, the achy croak of your voice cut through.
"i don't like... showing that part of me, all the... sad and the... gosh, it's so difficult..."
a little huff left chan's nostrils. not angry, just a bit frustrated at the situation. he wished he could go into your head and kick out all those bad thoughts. he closed his eyes and opened them, lips smiling into a toothless grin with softened eyes.
"i want to see all of you... every bit that you hide, give it to me... i'll deal with the rest. i... i should've payed more attention and... saw you were hurting—"
"you couldn't have known... i've hid this stuff for so long, it isn't you..."
chan opens his mouth to say something, already trying to put the weight on himself. but even with red-rimmed eyes, you hold love there. love, and adoration and that tooth-achingly sweet trust. so he just... softens. doesn't argue. rationalizes with the aftermath and...
"come to me when you feel like that, okay? when you wanna hide it away and your head tells you to deal with it alone? i want to hold you... 's just me... 's just your channie."
he tilts his head to meet your shy eyes, and smiles when you flush from all the attention. he can't help it, making a soft "muah" sound when he kisses your cheek. gives the other side one to match. you sniff away the last bit of phlegm and stand in his warmth a moment longer. looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he cherishes so much.
"i really, really love you."
your voice is breathless and awestruck. and chan's cheeky, boxy smile purses into a kiss on the corner of your mouth. he'd felt hopeless, but this feels like the start of a new chapter in your relatively early relationship. an open door, seeing into the girl he loves so much. his girl, even when the weight of the world feels like too much. he says your name with no preamble, something he loved doing.
like a lyric to a song. his favorite line from a book.
"i really love you, sweetheart."
Healed something in me ❤️🩹
[skz] the polycule problem
contains: poly skz, skz x reader, fluff, suggestiveness summary: by this point, seungmin is far too accustomed to homoeroticism. a lingering hand? normal. draping himself into someone's arms? ordinary. stomping down the feelings blooming dangerously in his chest? par for the course. or: seungmin wouldn't recognize a sign if a billboard body-slammed him. 7.1k words. ☆ note: inspired by this tweet [guy who's in a polycule but not dating anyone, he's just there] my masterlist
Seungmin would like to remind everyone he is not unobservant. He observes just fine. The issue lies within his interpretation of those observations, which tend to lean towards what a strange coincidence at best and ugly, curdling envy at worst.
There’s been too many coincidences lately. Something… weird is happening.
Weirder than usual, which is honestly a feat in and of itself.
He needs time alone to analyze, so after vocal practice he pushes and pushes (and pushes) his manager’s patience. Eventually, she snaps and agrees to let him walk back to the dorms by himself, on a couple conditions. He promises to keep his location on. He swears to call the millisecond someone looks at him the wrong way. He compromises and agrees to let himself be picked up if he’s not back within an hour.
And then he is free.
Carving out time for himself is a skill he’s mastered over the years. It’s difficult when his members’ nosiness rivals Pinocchio’s, but he manages. His dedication to pestering until he gets his way works out surprisingly well for him more often than not.
so these images had me thinking thoughts so this is the result of that enjoy
geon-woo and woo-jin are so big and strong and they both love to crowd into your space
Both of them love being physically close to you. Even just sitting on the couch, they’ll instinctively lean in, arms brushing, shoulders touching, chest pressed near yours. They just want to be sloe to you at all times.
Geon-woo is the “gentle giant.” He’ll press against you slowly, hand resting casually on your thigh or around your waist, but you know he could crush you if he wanted to.
Woo-jin is the “confident tease.” He’ll drape himself over the back of the couch behind you, shoulder brushing yours, leg casually hooking yours. He loves the way you squirm when both of them crowd into your space.
When the three of you are alone, they sometimes play footsie, thigh brushes, or leaning into your body deliberately, just to watch your reaction.
Even casual touches send sparks: Geon-woo pressing a warm hand against your lower back, Woo-jin’s fingers brushing your ribs.
You catch Geon-woo staring at the curve of your body with a faint flush. Woo-jin smirks knowingly, deliberately leaning closer, whispering teasing things in your ear.
Sometimes you’re trapped between them on the couch or in bed: Geon-woo on one side, Woo-jin on the other, both holding you like you’re theirs, and the heat of their bodies makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.
Even casual daily interactions — leaning down to whisper something, helping you carry something, brushing hair from your face — sends sparks through your veins.
The thought of both of them crowding you at the same time is enough to make your pulse spike and your cheeks flush, because they love the way you react and they’re absolutely not subtle about it.
Their favorite game? Subtle domination: one hand on your waist, one hand on your thigh, their bodies practically molding to yours, and watching you try to act normal while they press you from both sides.
They’re relentless: teasing kisses, soft groans, playful nips — all designed to remind you how much space you take in their minds… and how much you want them both.
The couch is definitely not big enough for three people.
You realized that about ten minutes ago.
Yet somehow Geon-woo and Woo-jin have both decided it’s the perfect place to sit.
With you.
Geon-woo settles beside you first, big frame sinking into the cushions. His thigh presses warmly against yours, solid and unmoving. One of his large hands rests casually on the back of the couch behind you… but after a moment it slides lower, stopping at your waist.
Not gripping.
Just there.
Heavy. Warm.
You can feel the strength in it even though he’s barely touching you.
Woo-jin notices immediately.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
“Oh?” he murmurs, dropping onto the other side of you. “We’re doing this today?”
“Doing what?” you ask, already suspicious.
He doesn’t answer. Instead he stretches out along the couch, draping an arm across the backrest behind you so his shoulder brushes yours.
Now you’re trapped in the middle.
Completely surrounded by them.
Your heart immediately starts racing.
Geon-woo glances down at you, cheeks faintly pink when he realizes how close the two of you are. His hand shifts slightly on your waist, thumb brushing the side of your shirt without thinking.
“Sorry,” he mumbles softly. “Too close?”
You shake your head way too fast.
Woo-jin laughs quietly.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, leaning in closer so his leg casually hooks over yours. “She doesn’t hate it.”
Your breath catches.
Geon-woo notices.
His gaze flickers downward for a second — the curve of your body pressed between them — before he quickly looks away again, ears turning red.
Woo-jin definitely notices that too.
“Oh wow,” he says under his breath, clearly amused. “Look at him.”
“Hyung,” Geon-woo mutters.
But he doesn’t move away.
If anything, he shifts a little closer.
Now your shoulders are touching him while Woo-jin’s arm brushes along the back of your neck.
Heat builds instantly.
Woo-jin leans toward your ear, voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
“You’re blushing.”
“I am not,” you protest.
Geon-woo glances down again.
“…You kind of are.”
You groan quietly, trying to sink further into the couch — which only makes the situation worse because now their bodies follow the movement automatically.
Geon-woo’s hand steadies at your waist.
Woo-jin’s knee presses more firmly against yours.
Neither of them seem remotely bothered by how little space there is.
In fact…
They look pretty comfortable.
Woo-jin tilts his head, studying your flustered expression with obvious delight.
“You know,” he says casually, “you could move if you wanted.”
You glance at the tiny gap between them.
There is absolutely no moving happening.
“…You’re both huge,” you point out.
Woo-jin grins.
Geon-woo chuckles softly.
And instead of making room—
Woo-jin leans in closer.
Geon-woo’s arm tightens slightly around your waist.
Completely surrounding you.
Woo-jin’s voice drops again, playful and dangerous near your ear.
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
“That’s kind of the point.”
AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 🗣‼️‼️
he’s so bf coded. i NEED to bite him
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𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭!
☆ Genre: Domestic, sickly sweet fluff
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N
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☆ Synopsis: Chris chases down an ice cream van for his wife
“Look at you,” Chris's laughter was sweet, tinkling in the sun as he turned his gaze to his wife. “You're like a puppy … bet you got your tongue out too, huh?”
Retracting her head from the open car window, Y/N looked to Chris; her eyes were playful, and she let her tongue hang out of her mouth, soft breaths escaping her in a dramatic fashion.
Chris's shoulders shook with laughter. He looked to his right before swirling the steering wheel in his deft hands, the car smooth as it turned down the road.
“Mental,” Chris grinned. “You're so cute.”
Giggling, Y/N leaned her head back again against the car seat. Her eyes fell shut as she inhaled happily; the weather was perfect. Warm enough that it felt as though the sun was kissing her cheek with loving pecks rather than actively melting her - and the breeze that sifted through her clothes and brushed over her skin was refreshing, cooling her down. With her head hanging out of the window, her husband's hand on her knee, Y/N felt so at ease that she was sure she could fall asleep just like that.
“Eye-spy, my little eye … “ Y/N suddenly smirked. “I can see a Mr Whippy.”
Chris ducked his head a little, following his wife's gaze. His grin brought out the dimple in his cheek, and he looked towards his wife again. “You fancy one?”
Y/N didn't reply. She just smiled at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling devilishly.
Chuckling under his breath, Chris raked a hand through his shaggy curls. He flitted his gaze up to the rearview mirror, and a moment later he turned his car, smoothly flowing into the next lane; they were now going back in the direction they had come from, and Y/N giggled when she saw him following the ice cream van down the road.
“What if it doesn't stop?” Y/N joked. “We might end up at Coles again.”
Chris groaned. “Shoulda just stayed parked there. Bet it woulda ended up there at some point.”
“Maybe it'll notice we're following and it'll lead us into a trap.”
“A trap, but with loads of ice cream. Not the worst place to end up, aye?”
Winding through wide streets and main roads, the ice cream van eventually parked near a large park. Chris parked directly behind it, and he winked at Y/N before slipping out of the car; with her arms folded on the window pane, Y/N watched with a simpering grin on her face as her husband walked down the path and to the van, where people had already begun to accumulate.
There were two people in front of him - a young boy with sandy hair peering up at the little window, and a man standing behind. Y/N could see the soft smile on her husband's face from her spot in the car as he watched the child reach up for his ice cream cone, the swirly white almost double the size of his face. Chris's smile deepened at the wonder on the boy’s face as he began to walk away, and he was so entranced by the size of his ice cream that he didn't notice the slight incline of the footpath right in front of him; the boy went flying, the ice cream cone dropping from his hand and landing with a fat splat as he fell to his knees.
The man who had been standing in front of Chris in the queue vaguely looked over his shoulder before turning back to order; Chris meanwhile was now crouched in front of the boy who was sitting back with his legs sprawled out in front of him, his lower lip wobbling.
“Hey … it's okay … “ Y/N could hear her husband saying in a light tone. “Are you hurt?”
The boy shook his head, sniffling. “My ice cream. It's dead.”
Chris's lips quirked up into a wide grin. “Better that than you, huh? Are you sure you're alright? That was a pretty big fall.”
“I'm alright,” the boy pouted. He raised his elbow, pointing to a tiny flush of colour on his tanned skin. “Just a scratch. I used the last of my pocket money on that and now it's all gone.”
Chris's eyes softened. “Come on … I'll get you another one.”
The boy stared. “Really?
“Really,” Chris grinned. His hand was gentle as he patted the top of the boy's head. “What's your name, kiddo?”
“It's Leo, Mr Sir.”
Y/N's heart was expanding so much inside her chest as she watched her husband that she felt as though it might explode out of her at any minute. Chris was laughing now, his face one of amusement from what Leo had called him; Y/N sighed wistfully, her cheek leaning against her arm as she continued to gaze at him as they both rejoined the little queue.
She couldn't help but bite her lip, a contagious smile spreading across her face. It was one thing for her husband to have the kindest soul she had ever known - it was another thing for him to be ridiculously handsome at the same time. His eyes sparkled like rich amber under the sun, his fair skin caramelised against the white cotton of his shirt that hugged the curve of his biceps, his muscle flexing easily when he moved. His hair had been hastily pushed back away from his forehead, and it coiled messily over his freckled temples, kissing the nape of his neck and the collar of his shirt - his grin was one that made Y/N want to squeal like a schoolgirl, and she slid a little in her seat, feeling her cheeks heat up the longer she continued to watch him.
“That cat is eating my ice cream,” Leo was saying now, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the melting puddle of ice cream at the side of the footpath.
Chris looked to where the boy was pointing; a little bundle of black and white was licking up the cold puddle as if her life depended on it, her nose glistening with the ice cream. Speckles of blue and pink sugar coated her paws, and despite his perplexity, Leo started to laugh.
“It likes ice cream!” He exclaimed, looking up at Chris.
“Hey, see? Maybe the universe made you drop your ice cream because that little cat is hot and needs cooling down,” Chris smiled, ruffling Leo's hair. “She's really enjoying it, huh?”
Leo's eyebrows furrowed as he mulled over Chris's words. A second later, a slow ‘woah’ left his mouth, and Chris let out a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling with fondness before he finally stepped up to the van window.
Hand curled around three tall ice cream cones, Chris thanked the ice cream man with a warm smile. Y/N watched as he handed one of the cones to the boy at his side, and with another gentle pat on his head and a soft ‘be careful’, Chris began walking down the path again towards their car. His cheeks were flushed from the sun, and he wrinkled his nose at her in greeting as he stopped at her open window, extending one of the ice creams to her.
Y/N’s eyes were exploding with love hearts as she looked up at him. “You know … if I wasn't already madly in love with you, I'd definitely have fallen for you right now.”
“What?” Chris's ears turned the colour of berries, a breath of taken aback laughter floating out of him. He walked around to the other side of the car and soon slid in beside her again, his ice cream almost slamming into the steering wheel as he leaned a little too close.
“Careful,” Y/N giggled, tugging him back. “Or your ice cream'll end up like that kid's.”
“Oops,” Chris grinned. He nodded towards the spot on the floor where the ice cream had been just a mere few moments ago. “That cat was ravenous.”
Lips curving up into a loving smile, Y/N leaned over and pressed a kiss to her husband's cheek. “How does it feel being the best man in the whole entire universe?”
“Pfft … “ Chris cleared his throat, suddenly embarrassed. “Dunno what you're talking about.”
“Oh sure. That other guy in the line couldn't care less about that kid … but you? There aren't many people who are as soft as you, you know.”
Chris bit his lip. “Keep talking to me like that and my ice cream is gonna melt all over my fingers.”
“Yeah, because you're really damn hot.”
The man exhaled. “You'll make me drop it.”
“Oh no, we can't have that.”
Chuckling, Chris took a large lick of his ice cream to stop it from dripping. “Hold it for me? Got an idea.”
She took his ice cream just as Chris leaned to the side, reaching for his seatbelt. He turned the car on again; he began driving down the road and Y/N held his ice cream out for him to take licks of. It had barely been a few minutes before he parked once more, this time at the top of a small incline near the park. He unfastened his belt and Y/N tipped her head at him in curiosity as she followed him out of the car.
A large chunk of their city was visible from here. Sitting on the hood of their car, shoulder to shoulder, Chris and Y/N were quiet as they licked their ice creams, the breeze tickling their skin and snaking around their dangling legs. The park had been crowded but in this spot, it was just the two of them gazing down at the soft lights of the buildings and cars below them.
“Bet half the shopping's defrosted by now,” Y/N suddenly commented. She dropped her head against her husband's shoulder; it was radiating so much heat that she shivered, and Chris grinned, turning to drop a lingering kiss to her temple.
“Nah. I put the stuff in cold bags.”
Y/N lifted her head again and stared at him. “You did?”
“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “You didn't know I put them in the trolley?”
“No,” Y/N burst into soft laughter as she settled her head back down against him. “God, Christopher … what are you gonna do if my heart explodes? You don't have to be so perfect all the time, you know.”
Chris's grin was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. “Come on … you know I'm not perfect. Have you forgotten how bad I kicked you in my sleep last night?”
At that, Y/N let out a gasp. She sagged. “Oh. I was supposed to be mad at you.”
Their eyes meeting, Chris and Y/N suddenly erupted into a fit of slightly delirious laughter.
“See, though? You're so perfect that the only thing I can be mad about is something you did when you’re unconscious.”
Chuckling into his ice cream, Chris eyes melted when he turned to look at her again. They moved slowly as he took in the features of her face, and his lips twitched as he nodded towards her.
“You've got blue sugar on your lips,” Chris hummed.
Y/N licked her lips. “Gone?”
The man's body trembled with silent laughter. He shook his head; his fingertips were hot when they landed at the under of her jaw, and Y/N felt his smile before his tongue softly brushed over her lips, the sugar dissolving as Chris sealed his mouth over hers in a slow, tender kiss.
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clandestine love
OR — when chan meets his boiling point after your relationship is leaked, boundaries are crossed, and your wellbeing is on the line. nobody fucks with his baby.
idolbf!chan x girlfriend!reader
word count: 6.4k
content: fluff, fulfilling ending, mild angst (worries of forced breakup), angry leader mode chan, relationship is leaked and internet makes big deal of idols in love, reader is shoved around and touched in public, chan doubts himself A LOT, reader’s protection comes first, skinship (chan’s way of knowing reader his okay) lack of protection from security so chan takes things into his own hands, reader is hurt to the head, very very angry chan, eating food, chan kisses reader in between eating
author’s note: wrote up on this anon’s request, thank you so much for requesting! took a few creative liberties hope you don’t mind! writing this got me thinking about how chan deserves domestic life where he can do as he pleases without scrutiny :’) this was made with love and tender care as always <3
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to fit the universe in one room
OR — how chan’s heart is a moment away from bursting after seeing how his boys appreciate you as much as he does.
boyfriend!chan x girlfriend!reader
word count: 2.4k
content: very fluffy, established relationship, chan admiring reader, alcohol, a little dinner party with mentions of food, our chaotic stray kids messing around, reader and chan compliment each other so well, the kids absolutely think reader is chan's true soulmate, reader drinks some wine and eats some meat, a LOT of chan worshipping the reader.
author’s note: chan and his boys… ough my heart :’) a lovely anon requested this one, i hope you enjoy!
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on my knees SOBBING over how perfect this is
“isn’t it crazy that we were once strangers and now we’re cuddling in bed, with each other’s rings on our fingers?”
you exhale, heavy, tired. “go to sleep, satoru,” you mumble, burying your face into his chest. and he automatically moves his hand to thread his fingers through your hair.
“like, we had our own lives, had no idea who we’d end up with or where we’d end up,” he continues, awe laced into his voice. “and one day, bam! every second of my day was suddenly consumed by you or thoughts of you. or dreams about you.”
satoru’s mind is way too busy for 2 a.m.
“if you don’t let me sleep, you won’t live to see another day.”
“ohhh, so that was your plan all along, huh? seduce me, make me fall in love, then kill me in my sleep?” he says, theatrically woeful and pained. “after all i’ve done for you. am i still just a stranger to you?”
you can’t help but snort, a quiet sound muffled by his chest. “why would i wait four years to kill you? i probably could’ve done it after one year. you were already whipped.”
“probably after one month, baby. you’ve always had me whipped, let’s be honest,” he says, completely proud and unabashed. he gently massages your scalp with his fingertips before drifting them back down through your hair. it’s a mindless action, soothing for both you and him. “but you’d never kill me.”
“mm, i don’t know. depends on how much the job is. i could be a multimillionaire.”
he gasps, his hand moving down to tickle your side. “you traitor. besides, you’re already a millionaire, silly. you have me. everything i own is yours.”
you squirm, letting out a giggle when he tickles you and he does it again just to hear that sweet sound. and also just to be a little bit of a menace. you try to wiggle away but he uses his other arm to keep you tethered to him.
“okay, okay, i’m sorry,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to swat his hand away. “just stop tickling me.”
“you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your nose playfully. he’s pouting a little, staring down at you as you catch your breath, and his expression softens. it’s one of his favourite views - your faint smile, the sparkle in your eyes, your flushed cheeks.
he groans, defeated, forehead falling to press against yours.
he could never stay upset, or even faux-upset, around you.
“what?” you ask softly, curious about his sudden groan. you feel his hand at your side squeeze. not teasing. more like he's holding himself back from something.
“i’m so in love with you, it’s insane,” he murmurs, almost sounding pained, like his heart physically hurts. “i'd let you kill me, y'know. let you torture me, drag it out, whatever the hell you want.”
you giggle, your nose brushing against his. his smile ghosts your lips.
“you’re insane.”
“incredibly, for you.”
you hum, thoughtful, closing your eyes. feeling his breath on your face, warm, alive.
“it is pretty crazy. that we were once strangers and now you'd let me kill you for money.”
he breathes out a chuckle, lips brushing yours but never fully kissing. he's soaking up your touch, your closeness. satoru never seems to understand personal space. not that you'd ever mind.
“anything to make you happy, princess.” he begins to draw circles on your side with his thumb. small, light circles.
and you reach up, placing your palm on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your touch and the way it begins to quicken.
“this makes me happy. knowing it’s beating for me.”
he pauses, breath catching in his throat and fingers halting in their circles for a brief moment before he brushes it off casually, “… you love me sooo much.”
if your eyes were open, you’d roll them. you know that he's deflecting. that he's masking the vulnerability with humour. and that he knows you know. no one knows him better than you do, after all.
“says you, mr i’d let you kill me,” you tease, though your index finger traces an ‘i love you’ on his chest, right above his heart.
he grins, dimples adorning his cheeks. he draws hearts on your side over and over again. engraving his love into you, wishing to carve himself into your soul.
“and i stand by those words.”
“well, if you keep me up too late, your wish will be granted.”
"well, then... i was also thinking about how crazy it is that male seahorses can get pregnant. like, sign me up heh."
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