genre fluff, cursing, death jokes, reader is a bit of a brat, pet names, lots of sarcasm, mentions of Charlie Kirk screen shot count 16 (+ 3 Charlie kirk ones as a bonus since some people voted no)
[ note. ] This was really fun to make and it’s heavily based on his bubble messages since I do have him on there and why would I not make it as realistic as possible lol, also what do u guys think about the theme? I’ll keep doing it if u like it (and yes I was listening to music and forgot that you can see sue me)
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Morning cuddles: If he gets the chance to sleep in, he’d definitely use that time to cuddle up to you and prolong the peace in the morning. The feeling of your warm body against him, your scent, the way you calmly breathe in and out while still sleeping – it’s all these little things that make him content
Clinging onto you while you brush your teeth: He’d use every opportunity to feel your skin on his and this also applies in the bathroom. He’d lazily put one hand across your stomach while standing behind you, pressing you into him while brushing his teeth with the other one.
Making sure you’re hydrated and well fed: One of the first things in the morning he’d do is make sure that you drink at least a cup of water. “You’ve slept the whole night, your body needs to be hydrated”, he’d say. He’d check in temporarily throughout the day if you drank and ate enough. And if he found out that you didn’t he’d either make you some nutritious food or he’d make sure you have something delivered for you, when he's not home.
Side walk rule: Without any exception, he is always walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street.
He’d always make sure you’re warm.
You’re out and you left your jacket at home, because you thought you didn’t need it? He’d immediately take off his one and drape it over your shoulders, while rubbing your arms to create some extra heat. You’re still cold? Then he’d completely engulf you into his arms, cocooning you with them.
Your hands are cold? He’d take them in between his, rubbing them and blowing warm air. Then he’d put them into his jacket pockets, while still covering them with his own hands.
You’re In your apartment and cold even though the heater is on? He’d make you some tea and cover you in at least three blankets, before adding himself to this combo to warm you up
Your feet are cold in the night, even though you got socks on? He’d rub them before trapping them in between his legs until they are warmed up.
He’d always have the urge to touch you:
When you’re out, he’d always take your hand.
Having his hand on your lower back all the time, when you’re walking.
When you’re having dinner in a restaurant, he’d place his hand on your thigh.
The same when you’re driving around. One hand on the steering wheel and the other one on your thigh, alternating between slow circles and firmer squeezing
Always hugging you from behind when you’re standing, whether if it’s while you’re waiting in line for coffee or when you’re cooking something, he’d always seize the opportunity
He’d have that cute habit to tap his fingertips against yours whenever they are in his reach
Just because flowers: sometimes when he is out, he’d pass by some flowers and pick them, because they are pretty and they reminded him of you
Another cute habit: whenever he stands behind you, he’d always press his lips against your back, not really kissing it, but just for the sake of skinship
Lots of forehead kisses … LOTS
Sometimes the cuteness aggression would get the best of him and he’d attack you with kisses all over your face until you have a fit of laughter until you can’t breathe
Even though there would be a free chair, he’d insist for you to sit on his lap, there is no point in arguing. He’d spent the whole time nuzzling face into your neck inhaling the sweet scent of yours
He’d be a solid rock for you. When you don’t know what to do, he’d be there to listen to you and he’d give such good advices. When you’re down, he’d be the one to hold you for hours, while rubbing your back – calming you down
Also when you feel like the world is getting too heavy, he’d be there to make it easier
Lots of deep talk: This man is such a good listener and got so much to say
Lots of flirting from his side, but also pedaling back at the same time: He’d be so bold in one second and get incredibly shy the next – “stop flirting with me”
Carrying you when your heels kill your feet after a night out while also carrying said heels
He’d be the master of planning dates:
Candle light dinners
Driving up a to a quiet place, where you’d have an amazing view over the city, while sitting in the trunk of the car and having some food and wine
Cute Home dates, where he’d cook and put on a cozy movie while cuddling you
Stargazing dates
When time allows it, he’d take you on a little road trip, preferably along the coast and watching the sunset by the sea
When he’s got a lot of work to do in the studio, he’d invite you over and order some food, because your presence is the only thing that matters to him
Lots of dancing in the kitchen! Preferably playful bachata or slow dancing
When you are at the fair and there is a shooting booth, he’d try to win the prizes for you. Before shooting he’d say: “This is for you” and literally miss – but it’s ok, it’s the thought that counts
Sometimes, when he is passing you, he’d stick his hand into your back pocket, just to leave a little handwritten note to brighten up your day and get a little squeeze out of it
On slow mornings you’d climb on his lap and put your arms around his neck just to nuzzle your face into it while gently rocking you back and forth and humming a soft melody
When you’re holding hands and are about to separate, he’d squeeze your hand three times before bringing himself to actually let you go
Lots of Massages from his side. Every time he notices that you are a bit tense, he’d massage your shoulders to loosen up your muscles and this man is unbelievingly good at it
Lots of compliment – he’d use every opportunity to tell you the sweetest things, like you did so well today, I am so proud of you, you look so beautiful right now, I love your scent, you are so kindhearted, you are so cute
Hugs, hugs and again hugs: He always has to have his arms around you or else he’d combust
He’d know your skincare routine by heart. When you are too tired to do it yourself at night, he’d be the one to do it for you, because he knows how much you hate to go to bed with make up on
Always wearing his shirts and hoodies, cause they smell like him and he just loves seeing you in them
genre: fluff, comfort, humour, domestic, slice of life
warnings: cursing
wc: 0.5k
synopsis: Contains a very sleepy and hence grumpy reader with a playful and sweeter than honey bf chan. Honestly, just filled with fluff and jokes.
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The air smelled faintly of vanilla, warm and cozy. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, the glow of lights from the skyscrapers beyond the floor-to-ceiling window seeping through the clear glass.
Your eyes were droopy, chin resting on your hand as you sat curled up on the couch, ready to hit the hay and call it a night.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking is what brought you back to reality when you saw Chan get out of the shower, hair wet, dressed in a worn white tee and sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
A soft, loving smile formed on his face when he saw you, covered by what seemed like a pile of endless blankets, pressed into the corner of the couch.
"Long day?" he asked, amused at your grumpy expression.
"Don't even ask."
"You look like you could sleep for a million years."
"Totally planning to. If only you could get your ass out of the shower a bit faster next time, I won't have to suffer from sleep deprivation."
"Hey!" Chan replied, mocking offense. "It's not like I took that long. It was only 15 minutes."
"15 minutes too long of swinging between the path of sweet sleep and waiting for you to get out of that shower."
"Hate to break it to you, but you're not Spiderman, baby. You can't swing. Even in the children's playground," Chan laughed, while you rolled your eyes.
Though his laughter transformed into a playful protest as a pillow hit the back of his head. You get up from the couch, heading for your bedroom, when Chan tugs at your arm, causing you to fall right back onto the soft pile of blankets. He followed right after, his body landing on yours when the couch made a loud squeak.
You let out a groan, the weight of your boyfriend's body pressing you into the couch.
"You're too heavy. Even the couch agrees."
"You'll be fine as long as you're breathing," he jokes.
"Well, I can't right now. I would actually really appreciate it if you could just bear the pain of having to reposition yourse—"
He moves before you can even complete your sentence, and soon you're lying on top of him, your head just above his heart.
"Better?" he asks, his tone suddenly soft.
"Mhmm," you hum as an answer, suddenly too tired to speak. You nuzzle into his chest, while his arms wrap around you and pull you impossibly closer.
Chan's fingers find your hair, gliding through the strands as his second hand traces comforting patterns on your back.
"Sleep, baby."
And you did just that, as the feeling of his arms around you and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear pulled you into dreamland.
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Synopsis: You never imagined going on tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates would lead to this. Although, you wouldn't change it for the world.
A/N: This will be part of an 'Idol X Idol AU' series. Once I post the next part, I will create a master list with each part in the order they should be read. You can absolutely read this as a stand-alone though.
Your recent collaboration with Stray Kids dropped nearly six months after you and their leader, Bang Chan (Chris to you), officially announced you were in a relationship. Chris had originally written the song as his gift to you for your fourth anniversary. He wanted to write a song that would help you feel closer to each other whenever the two of you are touring opposite sides of the globe. That same night, the two of you (and JYPE) released statements confirming your relationship. After four years together, you both felt that it was time to tell the world.
Chris begged you incessantly for weeks to sing it as a duet with him. He desperately wanted to hear your beautiful voice singing his lyrics.
“Hearing you bring the song to life could get me through my darkest days! Besides, only you and I will ever hear it.”
He didn’t realize it then, but that was a lie. Well… not a lie, exactly. He just changed his mind once he finished mixing it. When he let you hear the final cut, you knew immediately that you had to share this masterpiece with the world. You couldn’t even try to convince yourself to be so selfish.
“This should be on the next album!” you both said simultaneously.
“Only if you will sing it with me, though,” he adds, “No one else’s voice is acceptable!”
Fast forward six months, and your duet with Chris is the most popular song on the new Stray Kids album. Fans are giving rave reviews. Some are even saying that they love how much you and Chris love each other, labeling your relationship as ‘#GOALS.’ JYPE took notice, begging you to join Stray Kids on their next tour. They offered you the opportunity to ‘open’ for them in the way many Western artists do, performing some of your songs before the boys took the stage each night. In return, you were asked to perform your duet with him near the end of each show.
Tonight, you and the boys are performing in Sydney for the second night in a row. They gave the boys a few days off before the shows to visit with his and Felix’s families, but they still came to tonight’s show to support them. The pressure you put on yourself for this performance is nearly crushing. You get along with his family very well, but something about knowing they will be watching you perform with their son causes your anxiety to spike.
“Five minutes, Y/N!” the stage manager shouts.
You are nothing more than a pacing ball of nerves at this point. You’ve never been so nervous for a concert… not even in your early debut days.
“Two minutes!”
Just as they shout the warning, all eight men come running down from the stage. Chris quickly scans the room, searching for you. He smiles when his eyes land on you. You meet his gaze just before he’s yanking his shirt over his head, changing into the last outfit of the show. You can’t resist the urge to admire your boyfriend’s toned torso, the way his muscles contract with every movement momentarily relieves your anxieties. Mere seconds later, he’s pulling another shirt on and adjusting his mic, snapping you back to reality.
“You ready, princess?” he calls as he motions for you to join him.
You nod and step onto the rising platform. Chris is quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. Your worries melt away as he holds your gaze.
“I love you,” he says as the stage manager yells a ten-second warning.
“I love you, too.”
The platform rises, and the stage lights flood your vision. The crowd cheers as your silhouettes come into view, and the music begins to play as the two of you step into the spotlight. You look over to Chris, trying to keep your anxiety in check. He looks breathtaking under these lights. His beauty captivates you, just as it has for the entirety of this tour (and your relationship), drawing a smile on your face.
As Chris begins singing, you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. No matter how many times you hear or perform this song, it will always affect you. There is so much emotion in his voice. He’s looking at the crowd far less than usual, keeping his eyes fixed on you. It’s as if the whole world is standing still around you.
As you finish the song, he finally addresses the crowd.
“What did everyone think of the show tonight? Did you have a good time?”
Everyone cheers.
“You guys were absolutely amazing! The energy was intense!”
“I agree, Chan. They were phenomenal!” you chime in.
“Stay, what did you think of Y/S/N’s performance?”
The crowd erupts in cheers yet again. Stays have been so accepting of you and your relationship with their Bang Chan. Sure, some people didn’t take the news well, but most Stays have welcomed you with open arms.
“Me too, me too…” he begins, “It has been such a blessing and honor to share our stage with her. Thank you all for welcoming her so positively. It warms my heart to see your love for her.”
“Yes, thank you, Stay. Your love and support mean the world to me. I had so much fun with you all tonight. Good-”
“Actually, before we say goodnight…” Chris interrupts, cheeks red as a tomato, “I have one more thing I want to say.”
The crowd cheers for a moment before he gently asks them to quiet down.
“Y/F/N…”
Your eyes go wide. He never uses your real name on stage, not a single slip-up. He’s a professional through and through.
“The last four and a half years with you have been a dream. No one has ever understood or accepted me the way that you do. Having my members and Stay made my heart feel full, but then you came into my life, making it feel so full that it may burst.”
“Channie…”
He steps closer to you as he continues.
“Christ, I’m rambling… Sorry, I’m nervous,” he says with a shy giggle, mostly to the crowd.
You catch the other members making their way back onto the stage. They are grouped, standing at the rear of center stage. The crowd cheers until they each make a shushing gesture.
Once the crowd quiets again, he continues.
“What I am trying to say is that you are the most amazing and important person in my life. You are my best friend, my rock, and my home. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You are irreplaceable, and I want to spend eternity with you. So, in front of my family, my members, and Stay…”
He bends down on his left knee, holding your hands in his. Felix jogs over, handing him a small blue box. When that box comes into view, your heart begins to race. Is this man proposing to you in front of all these people? He sure knows how to make a grand gesture!
The entire stadium erupts into a chorus of gasps before he holds the mic up to his lips again.
“Y/F/N, will you marry me?”
Your tears are flowing freely before he’s even finished his speech. He opens the box, revealing a stunning ring. It’s a modest princess-plus cut diamond nestled between two opals (his birthstone) and two of your birthstones. It’s beautiful! You are sobbing at this point. He clearly understands that you prefer to leave the flashy jewelry for the stage.
The crowd is screaming now, the floor vibrating from the intensity.
“Say yes, say yes!” they chant.
The boys are shushing them. The crowd takes a moment to respond, eventually quieting to just above a murmur.
You nod your head a few times. Suddenly, Seungmin’s voice comes over the speakers.
“What was that, Y/N?”
You lift your microphone, your hand shaking like a leaf.
“Yes,” your voice trembles, “of course I’ll marry you!”
His eyes light up before his toothy grin smushes them into the cutest little half-moons. Once he slides the ring onto your finger, he jumps to his feet and pulls you into a hug, spinning you around in excitement. You laugh at his cute antics. He places you back on the floor before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply in front of 20,000+ people. Your heart is beating erratically, and you’re overjoyed. The boys are each screaming their congratulations and well wishes into their mics, clearly happy for their leader-hyung.
You were the first to pull away. If you hadn’t broken the kiss, there is a good chance that Chris would have stood there kissing you all night.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, Christopher.”
The crowd is going wild. They’ve been screaming for nearly a full minute. The boys let them have a moment before attempting to reign in the energy. Once the crowd settles enough for the boys to be heard, the intro to #LoveSTAY begins playing. You know this is their encore, so you make your way off the stage.
You flop onto the couch in the group dressing area. Your body feels as if it is vibrating with excitement. You stare down at your left hand, the ring on your finger making your heart race all over again. You’ve known that you wanted to marry Chris since before your first anniversary, but you never imagined that he’d propose like this.
After the boys finish their performance, he comes to find you. When he catches sight of you smiling down at the ring on your finger, he feels an immense wave of pride wash over him. He’s the one who made you smile like that, and he is beyond thankful that he’s the one who gets to bring you so much happiness.
He walks up behind you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
“I can’t wait to wake up to that smile every single morning.”
“Channie!” you squeal happily.
You climb over the back of the couch, nearly jumping into his arms. He smooths your hair before kissing you passionately. You will never tire of the feeling of his soft lips pressed to yours, always leaving you breathless. He places one strong hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. A moment later, he pokes his tongue out, silently asking for entry. You grant it, tongues in a slow battle for dominance. He easily takes control just as the rest of Stray Kids enter the room.
“Ew!” Hyunjin jokes.
Chris’ hand leaves your neck, raising a middle finger in the general direction of his grown-ass ‘children.’ You pull away before the boys can make any more comments. The pout your now fiancé wears is almost cute enough to draw you back in.
“While I am happy to sleep in my bed finally, I’m sad that the tour is over.” Jeongin sighs.
All of them nod in agreement.
“I had so much fun with you these last few months, Y/N.”
“Me too, Channie. I had a blast with all of you!”
“I never want to go on another tour without you,” he smiles as he pulls you into a hug.
The others groan in mock disgust at his affection toward you. They always act as if your public displays gross them out, but you know they are just being dramatic.
“Get in here, you dorks!” you shout as you wave them over.
You only have to ask once before all seven of them are bounding across the room. They shout happily before they squish you and Chris into the center of a giant, bouncy group hug. Your chest is pressed firmly against his, and he smiles apologetically. The boys have you two trapped in a too-tight embrace, but neither you nor Chris would want it any other way. Wrapped in the muscular arms of all eight members of Stray Kids, you know that you will never be lonely again.
“I love you boys so much!”
“We love you too!” they shout in unison.
A/N: Thank you, Elly, for prompting me to write a mushy Chan proposal with idol!Chan and idol!reader. Without your input, this fic wouldn't exist. Soft, mushy Chan deserves more recognition, and I'm here to ensure he gets it! I hope you love this as much as I do!
And thank you, Elly, for being my number one hype-woman! You are the only reason I was confident enough to start posting in the first place. You mean the world to me!
Everyday this week, for almost the whole day, you were gone.
You were out all day almost every day with your best friend, Jackson, and it was starting to get on Chan’s nerve.
After the success of their promotions for the Miroh album, an the success of the first part of their tour. Stray Kids had been given two weeks off, which was a rarity.
Chan was ecstatic when he was told he had two weeks off, the first thing coming to mind was you. He could finally spend some quality time with you!
The first and second day, he was fine with it, though slightly annoyed. He still had hope of spending time off with you.
As the front door opened, Chan looked over at the clock and sighed, it was 1 AM of the 5th night you’d been out.
“I’m back!! Chan?” You called out, discarding your shoes and jacket by the door, a smile plastered on your lips as you walked towards the living room.
The smiled faded as your boyfriend came into your line of vision. He was slumped on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs slightly spread, he was glaring at the wall opposite him.
“Baby? Are you okay?” You asked carefully, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Chan shrugged it off, uncrossing his arm and standing up, he knocked his shoulder into yours as he walked past you and towards the bedroom.
You followed after him, trailing close behind as you called his name. “Chan! Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing...” He mumbled, pushing the door open an striding towards the large bed, laying on his back against the soft pillows.
Following him into the room, you shut the door and climbed onto the bed next to him. You placed you hand on his arm.
“Channie, what’s wrong?” You asked softly.
Sighing, he pushed your arm away again, laying on his side and turning his back to you.
Growing annoyed, you continued. “Okay what is wrong? Did i do something?”
“Like you don’t know” He whispered.
“Well obviously i don’t! So it would be nice if you would just tell me what i did!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands over your head then letting them fall limp.
Chan sat up, turning his face you, practically red in the face with anger.
“I don’t know, maybe the fact that i finally get some time off and want to spend it with the one i love, but instead their spending all their time with another person! It’s the first time i could actually spend some quality time with you but instead you’re out with Jackson!”
He sucked in a deep breath, breathing heavily. His hands gripped the bed sheets beneath him in a way to control his emotions.
Shocked at his sudden outburst, you sat in silence while staring at him, a hundred thoughts running through your head.
“What? Got nothing to say?” He scoffed an stood up, heading for the door,
Your next words stopped him in his tracks, completely frozen.
“Are you jealous?”
When he didn’t respond, you stood up and walked over, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind. “Channie~ Are you jealous?”
He stuttered a response. “may...maybe?”
Pulling your arms back, you walked around so you stood in front of him. His cheeks had were dusted pink and he kept his head bowed in an attempt to hide it.
“Baby, you know i love you...with all my heart and you know Jackson his my friend, why would you get jealous?” You asked quietly, smiling softly.
Chan cleared his throat and ran one of his hands through his hair. “It’s just...i was so excited to finally get to spend some quality time with you, but you were always out and i hadn’t spent any time with you. I missed you so much and it upset me that you were spending so much time with another man...”
“Chan...you could’ve just told me” You wrapped your arms back around his middle, hugging him tightly. “How long do you have left of your time off?”
“A week...why?”
Smiling, you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’ll spend the rest of the week with you. No one else, no distractions, just me and you. okay?”
“Just us?” Chan asked quietly, you nodded.
He finally looked up, meeting your gaze and smiling. “I’d like that, i’d like that a lot. I’m sorry for snapping at you baby”
“It’s fine, my love, don’t sweat it. So...d’you wanna do something?”
“Like what?” He asked, his lips curling up into a smirk.
You laughed, leaning up. “I think i have an idea...”
He also leaned down, stopping when your lips were less than a centimeter apart.
“Well so do i” He smiled and closed the gap between you, locking your lips in a sweet kiss.
Kissing him back it was as if the previous 10 minutes had disappeared into thin air, being replaced with a new found feeling.
“I love you baby” he said between kisses, pulling back and resting his forehead against yours.
