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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐮𝐧-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

͙͘͡★ Genre: Domestic, fluff, lightly suggestive

͙͘͡★ Warnings: Vague mention of sex at the end

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 2k

“Du du du … mmm do you guys have enough water? Nope? Here … there we go, nice and hydrating, yeah? Drink up if you wanna grow all healthy and strong … ”

Y/N could hear her husband before she saw him. Chris was floating between humming a cheerful little tune under his breath and talking in a lilting voice to … their plants?

“Looks like this fella's ready to be picked, aye?” Chris was saying, and Y/N giggled to herself as she neared the large fruit and veg section of their expansive garden. The summer sun was spilling over her in heavy waves, but a gentle breeze wafted in and out of the light skirts of her dress, cooling her legs and brushing up the sides of her arms as she shielded her eyes with a hand. She was carrying a tall glass in her other hand, chunks of ice bobbing around on the surface and clinking against the glass with every soft step she took.

“Ooh … and this one too? Oh woah … there's a whole bunch of ripe ones behind these leaves … “

“Talking to the tomatoes now, Handsome?” Y/N laughed softly, nearing the tall archway that curled with leafy vines. “Where even are you … ?”

Chris's chuckles were soft on the other side. Y/N could almost feel the blush radiating off of him from where she was standing, and she grinned.

“Here. Behind the leaves.”

Using an arm to gently push a few branches out of the way, Y/N's eyes finally landed on her husband; her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted in surprise when she saw him. He was unravelling himself from a crouch, and he gave her an easy grin that lit up his entire face. A hose was in his left hand, a wicker basket in the other, but it wasn't either of those things that made Y/N nearly melt into a puddle. He was completely shirtless. The shadows defining his muscles deepened until he looked as though he was carved from a solid block of gold, skin devastatingly smooth and toasted from the warmth. There was a sheen to his skin that glimmered when he moved - almost as though he had been caressed by the sun itself, and tiny droplets of water ran down the dips and curves of his pectoral muscles and the valley through his abdominals; no doubt from the hose he had been spraying gently over the vegetation.

He looked completely at home in his pair of long shorts and large flip flops and thin chain that rested at the base of his throat - like he wasn't radiating a heat hotter than the sun shining above them both. The cheeky smile on his face only added fuel to the fire, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his wife over the small tomato leaves.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “What are you doing?”

Chris started to laugh, mischief laced through each breath. “What does it look like I'm doing? Watering the tomatoes, baby.”

“Where's your shirt?”

Chris looked down at himself. His eyebrows slid up his forehead a little as if he had completely forgotten just how exposed he was amongst the foliage.

“Got hot,” Chris grinned widely with a casual shrug.

Y/N bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip as a large smile spread across her face. “The tomatoes are blushing.”

She was pointing to a green tomato with blooms of scarlet growing across it. Chris leaned forward and rested it in the palm of his hand, and he chuckled, thumb caressing over the red spots.

“This your way of saying I'm making you blush?” Chris teased.

“You calling me a tomato?”

“Well, no … but now that I think about it, your face is getting really red … “

Y/N clamped her hands over her burning cheeks. “It's the sun.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris smirked and he placed his basket to the floor, along with his hose. His tread was slow, predatory almost as he moved towards his wife who was backing away just as slowly, and playful giggles escaped her when he backed her up against one of the arch beams. His knuckles were warm as they brushed over her pink cheeks, the green, fresh scent from the tomato leaves mingling with the sweetness of his skin as he leaned closer.

“I … brought you this,” Y/N was quick to raise the glass between their faces.

Chris's eyes widened - he hadn't noticed her carrying it before. “For me?”

“Your favourite pineapple … soup,” Y/N joked. “Thought you'd be thirsty."

Chris's tongue hung out of his mouth in distaste as he accepted the chilled glass from his wife. “Soup? Baby, it's juice.”

“Same thing.”

“No. Not ever. Don't make me get into the science of it.”

Giggles spilling out of her, Y/N held her hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay … drink your juice.”

“Don't I get a kiss first?”

Y/N grinned. Her hand was soft as it cupped the back of her husband's neck, and she pulled him towards her with a tug that made Chris snort with laughter. His lips landed on hers, his nose bumping her skin softly, and he hummed with satisfaction, his smile clear as day against her mouth.

“How many tomatoes have you eaten?” Y/N asked when she pulled away, a sweet tang lingering on her tongue.

Chris looked sheepish. “Not that many? Like … three? Could be thirteen … “

“Thirteen?”

“I got hungry!” Chris whined, more laughter erupting out of him. “And they taste so good when they're all warm … so juicy and melty.”

Y/N couldn't disagree. She watched as the man glugged down half of his juice in one go, and let out a long ‘ahhh’ as the cold beverage flooded through his warmed body.

“I was tryna get those oranges,” Chris nodded up to one of their fruit trees as he leaned down and reached for one of the ripe tomatoes he had picked. “Can't reach.”

He cut the tomato deftly in half with a small knife he had with him, and he held one half out to Y/N with a smile.

“Tried the rake?” Y/N asked, biting into her tomato. She groaned at the flavour, and Chris looked smug, as if to say ‘I told you so!’.

“The branches aren't long enough,” Chris sighed, reaching for another. “Looks like you're gonna have to get onto my shoulders.”

Y/N shook her head. “You just like carrying me. I bet you could get those off easy peasy.”

“Don't reveal my master plan,” Chris chuckled. “I really can't reach them. There's no other way. We can't let those oranges rot, baby girl.”

Shaking with giggles, Y/N licked the tomato juice off of her fingers. “Oh, alright. Lift me up then, Handsome.”

Setting down his half finished pineapple juice on a nearby bench, Chris crouched low enough for Y/N to situation herself over his shoulders. His hands gripped her legs to his chest as he slowly stood up again, and Y/N squealed at the sudden height, her hands tangling into her husband's long curls.

Chris grinned, patting her thigh. He neared the orange tree, moving as close to it as he could. “Can you reach?”

One hand still on Chris's head, Y/N reached up carefully. Her fingers curled around a fat orange, and she wiggled it around to break the stem off.

“Atta girl,” Chris squeezed her leg. He took the orange from her and gently rolled it into the wicker basket along with the tomatoes.

“There's so many,” Y/N said in wonder. “Poor things aren't gonna stand a chance when you get your hands on that juicer.”

Chris let out an exaggerated, evil laugh. Always the one to fall in love with new gadgets, Chris's recent obsession had been a rather hefty juice machine his father had given him. He had set it up, learnt how it worked, and used it every single day for the past two weeks.

“You can't go wrong with fresh orange juice though,” Chris hummed, taking another two oranges from her.

“With bits,” Y/N said. “Only with bits.”

“Aight. With bits,” Chris chuckled.

Stretching her arm out for the last ripe orange, Y/N couldn't quite reach it. She caressed her husband's neck, looking down at him.“Chris … can you move closer?”

Looking down, Chris gently shuffled foward.

“Bit more.”

“I … can't get any closer - “

Heel of his flip flop landing awkwardly on a twig, Chris stumbled; his hands gripped onto Y/N tightly as he swayed to the left, and realising he was going to fall, Chris deftly swung Y/N over his head and cushioned her into his chest just as he landed on his back on a soft patch of grass.

Y/N landed on her husband's front with a thud. The last orange had rolled from her hand and across the floor, and was now nestled in a patch of dirt away from the tomatoes. She looked down at Chris; his eyes were wide, his fingers still gripping Y/N as if his life depended on it, and seeing the sudden twitch of her lips, Chris burst into laughter.

“Are you okay?” Chris wheezed, hand going up to cup his wife's cheek. Her entire body was buzzing with matching giggles, her dress rolled up to her hips and her legs warm against Chris's. She nodded, her fingers smoothing back the hair from Chris's forehead before landing a kiss to his skin.

“Good job,” Y/N giggled against the man's lips. “We got all the oranges!”

“Yay!” Chris grinned as he dropped his head back onto the grass. “So much juice. See? Told ya … knew you'd get ‘em all.”

Giggling at that, Y/N caressed Chris's face. She could see the reddening around his hairline, the patch of crimson over his nose bridge that looked as though her lipstick had rubbed off onto him.

She shook her head with a soft sigh. “You didn't wear sunscreen today, did you?”

Chris looked guilty. “Don't need it. I'm … immune. To the sun.”

“Yeah? Then why do you look like the real tomato, huh?”

Chris's lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers coming up to touch his forehead. It had begun to itch, and he smiled crookedly. “Is it that bad?”

Y/N giggled. “Nothing a bit of aloe can't fix.”

Eyes twinkling, Chris tugged at her again until she was laying flat atop him. Y/N pressed another kiss to Chris's mouth; he hummed in contentment, and suddenly she was on her back, Chris rolling them until he was on top. Her arms looped around his neck as his kisses deepened, his smile still lingering, and his hand started to smooth up the curve of Y/N's thigh, slipping under the floaty fabric of her dress. His touch was burning and Y/N shivered, clinging to him closer, until his kisses started to travel to the underside of her jaw, and down the flushed skin of her neck.

“Chris,” Y/N breathed, eyes fluttering shut despite their spot amongst the tall grass. “Chris … I love you but I do not want to have sex here in the grass. The mozzies are already attacking me, I can feel it.”

Bursting into laughter, Chris planted one more kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away. “I'm gonna have to fight those mozzies … you're mine. No one gets to bite my girl except me.”

Y/N giggled as she was swept into her husband's arms once again, her legs draped over one side this time, his basket hanging from his other hand as he curled his arms around her back. He nuzzled his nose against hers before moving away from their fruit and veg patches, their laughter constant as they made their way back into the house.

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chansducky10 · 8 days ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕: 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞)

͙͘͡★ Genre: Fluff, crack, slight angst

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: SKZ

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chansducky10 · 9 days ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕: 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞)

͙͘͡★ Genre: Fluff, crack, slight angst

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: SKZ

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chansducky10 · 14 days ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐲

͙͘͡★ Genre: Domestic, fluff

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N, Sky

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.6k

͙͘͡★ Synopsis: Sky's first day at kindergarten leads to an unexpected outcome ...

“Oh, he's adorable,” Chris's face crumpled as he watched a three year old bolt from the open set of double doors, tears streaming down his plump cheeks. His mother was standing a little away from Chris and his wife, and the little boy jumped into her arms before she even had the chance to lower them. “Reminds me of Noey’s first day. Can't imagine our Ky jumping up at us like that though, aye?”

Smiling at the woman holding her child, Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Chris's comment. “Wouldn't be surprised if she's still splashing around in wet play or something. Probably won't even want to come home.”

“I hope not,” Chris pulled a dramatic expression. “Missed her heaps today.”

Before Y/N could agree, a wide eyed Sky popped her head out from behind one of the kindergarten's doors, the soft green of her jacket peeking out momentarily. The two ponytails Y/N had lovingly secured at the side of her head in the morning were now askew, one hiked up at the crown of her head, the other one hanging near the base of her skull. Her fringe was a wispy mass over her forehead, and her rosebud shaped mouth widened into a large smile when she caught sight of her parents.

She started to giggle, the sound bubbly and aiming straight for the centre of Chris and Y/N's hearts.

“Hmm, is that our little cloud that I can see hiding behind those doors?” Chris tapped a finger on his chin, his brows furrowed in question. “Nah, can't be … looks like a little alien!”

Sky's giggles increased. “I. Am. A - Li - En,” she said in a robotic voice.

“An alien, but one that sounds like a robot?” Y/N teased.

A series of garbled sounds escaped Sky's mouth instead, and her parents burst into affectionate laughter.

“Come here, you little nugget,” Chris crouched down and spread his arms wide in her direction. Another giggle slipping from her just as her teacher smiled behind her, Sky waddled out from behind the doors and headed towards her parents. She dived into her father's arms and Chris groaned as he hugged her tight, his hand mussing up her already disheveled hair.

“Missed you,” Chris whined as he pressed a fat kiss to the girl's temple. “Did you miss me?”

“Nope,” Sky grinned devilishly. Spotting the dramatic expression on her father's face, she squished her hands like tiny starfish on either side of his face and planted a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Joking. Missed you lots. And mama.”

She turned then and hugged her mother's legs; Y/N's hand automatically landed atop her daughter's head, and she smoothed it in soothing repetitive motions as she continued to politely chatter with Sky's teacher. The woman was bright eyed and expressive as she told Y/N about Sky's first day - how she spent most of her time alternating from the wet play area, and the large sandbox outside.

“She's just like her father,” Y/N said with a warm laugh as she reached down to scoop Sky into her arms. “Did you have fun with Miss Adams?”

Sky waved at her teacher amicably, her eyes wide. “Miss Adams let me play in the sand. Can I play in the sand again tomorrow?”

Miss Adams smiled. “I think we're doing something else tomorrow, sweetheart … but I'm sure we can find some time for you.”

Smiling widely at that, Sky nodded. She waved again to her teacher once Y/N turned to leave, Chris thanking Miss Adams with one of his friendly smiles.

At home, Y/N and Chris had just finished placing the last plate in the dishwasher when Sky shuffled up to them both and tugged at Y/N's sleeve.

“Mama?”

“Yes, baby?”

Sky placed her hand into one of her fuzzy pockets as Y/N turned around towards her. “I have something.”

Chris cocked his head to the side. “What do you have, Ky-Ky?”

Sky started to giggle. Her fist was closed when she pulled it out from her pocket, and she looked up at both her parents with a wide grin. She moved her hand so it was facing palm side up, and she uncurled her fingers, revealing a scattering of pale grains.

Y/N frowned, confused. Chris looked just as confused - he leaned forward and squinted at the softness of Sky's hand, and he suddenly blinked in surprise.

“Is that … sand?”

Erupting into more bubbly laughter, Sky nodded, ponytails flying, and she began to jump up and down with excitement.

“Pretty!” She said as she jumped, grains of sand spilling from her hand and her pocket onto the kitchen floor with a soft patter.

Chris's lips twitched as he tried to hide a laugh. “Baby … where'd you get that from?”

“The sandbox!” Sky said proudly.

“From kindergarten?”

She nodded.

Y/N's eyes softened. She crouched down until she was eye level with the wide eyed girl and gently cupped her face in her hands. “Ky … you can't take things that aren't yours, okay? That's stealing … and stealing isn't good.”

Sky's face fell and she looked down at the sand sticking to her flushed fingers. “But … mama it's pretty. I like sand.”

“Oh sweet girl, I know you do,” Y/N kissed Sky's forehead, brushing away the stray hair from her temples with her gentle fingers. “It's beautiful, isn't it?”

Sky nodded happily.

“But … just think what would happen if we all took things that belonged to others because we thought they looked nice,” Y/N said carefully. “For example … you wouldn't like it if someone took Mr Wolf from you because they liked him, would you?”

The girl gasped at the idea of her favourite frog plushie being taken. She shook her head rapidly.

“Imagine if you kept taking handfuls of sand every time you went to school,” Y/N giggled. “There'd be none left! And then all the other boys and girls who like sand wouldn't be able to play with it either.”

Pondering over that, Sky nodded slowly. And then, “But mama … the sand is from the beach. Did Miss Adams steal from the beach?”

Chris couldn't help it; he burst into high pitched laughter, his hand slapping over his face just as Y/N frowned up at him with a wobbly smile of her own.

“She probably bought the sand from a company that sells sand, baby,” Y/N smiled at Sky. She tilted her head towards her then, tickling her cheek. “What made you want to take the sand, Ky?”

Sky shrugged. “I like sand. I want to play with it all the time. I won't take it anymore. I don't want to be bad.”

“Atta girl,” Chris said, patting her head. “You like sand, huh?”

She nodded up at him and curled her arms around one of his legs. “Lots and lots.”

“Yeah? I think I've got an idea … fancy a little trip, baby?”

Sky blinked up at him, curious. She nodded. “Am I bad?”

“Bad?” Y/N asked. “Why would you be bad, baby?”

“Because … because I stealed the sand,” Sky whispered.

At that, Y/N smiled. “You're not bad, Ky-Ky. I think it just made you happy and you wanted to keep that bit of joy with you, didn’t you?”

Sky nodded again.

“That doesn't make you bad,” Sky hugged the girl tight. “You know now not to do it … if anything, that makes you a very good girl.”

Fac splitting into a wide grin at that, Sky's face turned pink and she dropped her head against her mother's shoulder as a wave of shyness washed over her. Her sudden bashful demeanour made Y/N's face crumpled as she looked up at Chris, and the man looked as though he was trying not to cry either; instead he crouched down beside his wife and placed his arms around Sky too, the girl giggling under the extra cuddles.

*☆*☆*

“Sand, sand … sand!”

Y/N and Chris laughed to themselves as Sky ran clumsily over the soft curves and dips of sand; she tripped over a particularly large mound of it a moment later, and the girl burst into joyous giggles at the soft landing.

“Can I take this sand?” Sky asked, fisting the ground.

Chris chuckled and scooped her up into her arms, the girl giggling loudly as she flew through the air before she sat easily on her father's shoulders. “What if we buy you your own little sandbox, hmm? Would you like that?”

“For home?” Sky asked, her face upside down as she leaned over her father's head to look at him.

“Yeah. You can play with it in the garden.”

Sky squealed and hugged Chris around his neck. “Daddy?”

“Mhm?”

“Can we come here every day?”

Both parents laughing, Chris slipped a hand into Y/N's, his other hand keeping Sky safe on his shoulders as they began walking softly to the rolling waves in the near distance. “Every day? I know we're pretty close to it, but … I think every day might be a bit too much, baby … “

Sky sighed.

“How about once a week?” Chris suggested. “We can come with Noey too, when he's not at his friend's house. You can play with your sandbox on the other days.”

“Okay. Deal,” Sky said happily.

“Deal,” Chris laughed. He patted Sky's leg as he stopped at the edge of the sea, the water slightly warm as it kissed the side of his ankle. “Look how pretty the sea is, Ky … isn't it pretty?”

Sky nodded against her father's head. “Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“I want the sea at home too!”

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chansducky10 · 22 days ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐠𝐬

͙͘͡★ Genre: Fluff

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.5k

As she pushed open the door to Chris's bedroom, Y/N felt as though she could practically hear every one of her bones clattering together inside her blanket of flesh - she was freezing. Her skin felt frosted, her nose feeling like it was stuck in a bucket of thick caramel when she wrinkled it. She clenched her jaw tight. It briefly halted the immense manner in which her teeth had been banging together. Y/N squinted; she blinked rapidly to clear the haziness in her eyes as her gaze slowly adjusted to the heavy darkness cloaking the room. Even just stepping foot into Chris's space sent a giant flood of relief surging through her; she could slowly make out the familiar outline of Chris huddled up in his bed. Pale skin turned dusky blue under the late night haze, a cloud of endless shadows circling around his head depicting his curls. The very top of his duvet had slipped down a little, exposing a very faint sliver of sculpted shoulders from where his back was turned towards Y/N; he was completely curled up otherwise, biceps pulsing gently from where his arms were wrapped tightly around his pillow.

Y/N swallowed thickly. There was something so peaceful about seeing him like this, all still and soft and vulnerable … she exhaled a little shakily as she stripped away her outer layers before padding over to his bed. Her eyes clouded before she'd even reached the edge of it - she could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing, and she smiled to herself with watery eyes when she caught the faint whistle from his nose, strung up in every breath he took.

Oh, how she had missed him.

The sheets were silky underneath Y/N's fingers when she ever so carefully folded back one corner of the duvet. She was as quiet as possible when climbing up onto the bed, and Chris didn't stir once, not even when she folded herself into his little bubble, turning onto her side to face him. His scent was strong here - painfully so. Something sweet, something spicy, something warm and so … him. That familiar muskiness that only his skin could produce kissed the tip of Y/N's nose in a tender greeting. Her cheek grew hot when rogue tears escaped from her lashes, and the exhaustion that had been so prevalent in crawling through her before she had reached Chris's bedroom suddenly splintered. Y/N shuffled closer. She was barely an inch away from him, sheer heat rolling off of Chris's skin, and she let her forehead lightly drop against the base of his neck.

Home.

Her arms followed soon after. She draped them lightly over the man's sides, curving them around his torso as she clenched her eyes shut. He smelled so, so good …

“Mmf … m - baby?” Chris's voice was sleep heavy and it rumbled through his body, buzzing into Y/N's. “You're here?”

“Sorry I woke you,” Y/N breathed against his skin. Her lips brushed the hardening muscle of his shoulder in a gentle kiss. “I missed you.”

Chris hummed in response. The sound was deep, and Y/N felt it reverberate against her fingers that were laid over the pit of his chest. She leaned closer, her cheek flat against the broad planes of his back. She could hear his heartbeat, soft, slow, matching the pace of her own as she pressed further into him, hooking her leg softly over his thigh. Chris's exhale in response was slow, and heavy, and he hummed again in sleepy contentment.

For a while, the couple stayed just as they were; Y/N's body wrapped around Chris's, her breathing tickling his heated skin, and her legs curled around him like a koala clinging to its favourite branch. Her hands rested over his heart, over the curves of his hard chest; it rose and fell under her fingers, his skin as smooth as ever. His body was pliant under her fingertips, for the most part - Chris tensed suddenly, and a second later a muffled groan escaped him as he turned around, the duvet twisting around him with the manoeuvre.

“M … whoops,” Chris chuckled under his breath as the duvet slid away from Y/N. She whined sleepily in protest, and Chris finally cracked an eye open, his lips curving into the slowest of smiles as he tipped his arm back and grabbed the duvet before draping it back over her.

“There we go,” Chris yawned. “All snuggly ‘n toasty.”

He grinned then, his nose bumping hers as he nuzzled his face into her warmth. “Are you snug like a bug in a rug?”

Y/N giggled against his lips. “Chris … “

“Mm … think she is,” Chris rubbed his head against the crook of her neck. “Think she's all snuggly … ‘n buggly. My baby snuggle bug.”

“Christopher … stop saying weird things,” Y/N's laughter was a quiet breath on Chris's skin.

He grinned. He hooked his arms under hers and pulled her closer, locking his legs around her thighs the way she had done to him.

“Think you like it, though … “ Chris chuckled. “Think this little baby snuggle bug likes it when daddy snuggle bug talks like this.”

The sound that escaped Y/N's mouth was a mix between a startled cry and another huff of laughter. It made Chris's grin deepen as he tightened his hold on her, his nose sinking into her hair.

“Mmm … smell good,” Chris slurred.

Y/N hid a smile against his neck. “Don't call yourself that ever again.”

“What, daddy snuggle bug?”

“I said don't say it!”

“Aww, is baby snuggle bug all annoyed?” Chris teased with a playful tone to his voice that made Y/N burst into more giggles. “Scary baby.”

“‘M not scary,” Y/N whined. She sighed then, her face cushioned against his chest. “Really, really missed you. So much.”

The deliriousness melted away from Chris's eyes, and he softened immediately, the curve of his mouth seeping into something full of tender affection. His fingers danced up the length of her spine, brushed her shoulders, kissed her neck, and they settled in the lengths of her hair, dragging in soothing strokes over her scalp as he pressed kisses to her forehead.

“I missed you,” Chris whispered. “Took me ages to fall asleep … kept hoping you'd somehow walk through the door. ‘N you did.”

Y/N breathed softly into his neck. “I couldn't sleep either. Missed you too much … “

Smile deepening, Chris cupped the back of Y/N's head with his loving touch, and she sighed with relief from the repetitive motion of him smoothing his hand over her hair. “I like it when you sneak into my bed. ‘S cute … like you really couldn't wait. Because you love me that much.”

“I do love you that much,” Y/N mumbled.

Chris's lips twitched with mischief. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?”

“How much you love me.”

Giggling, Y/N raised her head and looked up at Chris with her droopy eyes. “You fishing?”

“Maybe.”

Y/N smiled. She unlooped her arm from Chris's side and held up her hand, hovering her index finger barely a millimetre above her thumb. “I love you this much.”

“Oi!”

Bursting into laughter, Y/N pulled Chris closer, her arms sliding around his neck. He was blushing despite her comment, and the scratch of her nails against his skin made him groan when she sank her fingers into his hair before closing her mouth over his.

“I love you to death, you idiot,” Y/N breathed into the kiss. “I love you so much I can't breathe sometimes. I could spread my arms as wide as I could to show you how much I love you, but in truth it'd never be enough. Nothing in this whole entire universe could ever be big enough to show you just how much I love you, Christopher.”

She could see the diamond-like tears shimmering against his waterlines in the dark. Chris bit his lip, and he ducked his head, his shoulders shuddering when he inhaled.

A split second later, Y/N was being crushed between his arms. Her entire body was attached to the curve of his, as if he almost hoped to melt her into his being, merging their souls as one. Y/N's hand stayed in his hair, her fingertips brushing the nape of his neck; his ears were burning when she brushed against them, and she smiled to herself.

“I'm so lucky,” was all Chris said against the curve of Y/N's collarbone. “The luckiest snuggle bug in the whole world.”

“You're so silly,” Y/N countered.

“Yeah, ‘cause you make me silly.”

Y/N giggled. She cupped the man's scorching face in her hands, and her thumbs brushed away the dampness sparkling beneath his eyes. “My silly snuggle bug. You gonna snuggle me to sleep, or what?”

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chansducky10 · 1 month ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲

͙͘͡★ Genre: Idol!au, fluff

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.7k

Y/N: Coast is clear 🫡

Chrispy: No one guarding?

Y/N: Nooope

Chrispy: RUN RUN RUN

Chrispy: Carefully. Hehe

Y/N did just that; silent laughter rose up inside her as she shot down the hotel corridor, and it spilled out of her as soon as she pushed open the door of Chris's room.

He was already waiting on the other side, and hearing her giggles, Chris burst into chaotic laughter. With one arm, he pulled Y/N into the curve of his body as he clicked the door shut with his other hand, deftly locking it, and a split second later he practically smothered the woman in a large embrace.

“I felt like a ninja,” Y/N said through her laughter in way of greeting. Her voice was muffled against Chris's shoulder, and it only made him pull her closer, his fingers curling into the oversized jacket draped over her body.

“You look like one,” Chris grinned, looking down at her. “What are you wearing?”

“Protective gear,” Y/N said proudly, slipping her sunglasses off of her nose before stepping out of the rest of her attire - long jacket, hood over her head, hat beneath, long scarf wrapped over the lower portion of her face. She exhaled once it was all off. “Ah … I was sweltering under there.”

Chris chuckled and reached for her again, smushing his face into the crook of her neck. He whined then, his breath hot at her skin. “I missed you … so fucking much.”

“Already? ‘S only been one night,” Y/N smiled, curling her arms around his broad shoulders and relishing in the familiarity of the way his muscles gave way from her caressing touch. She exhaled in relief; she had missed him just as much, regardless of how she teased him.

“Too long,” Chris mumbled slowly. “Way too long.”

At that, Y/N's eyes softened. “And to think you didn't wanna risk it, huh?”

“Stupid Channie,” Chris slurred, tightening his arms around her waist some more. She was practically glued to the entire front of his body now, and he didn't seem to want to let go any time soon - it made Y/N smile as she squeezed him back, her heart lurching at the way his tone was gradually slipping into something fuzzier, something melty and warm. “Don’ know what he was thinking … “

Y/N's laughter was a sweet buzz against his shoulder. “Thinking about the rules, baby.”

“Fuck the fucking rules,” Chris huffed. “Don’ like ‘em. They're stupid. Just wanna sleep with you … “

Heart already a pile of mush on the floor of her ribcage, Y/N pulled away slightly and cupped her soft hands around Chris's warm face. He hummed softly, his plump lips brushing against the side of her palm in a butterfly kiss.

“Was last night really that bad that you decided to break all the rules just so I could be with you?” Y/N laughed under her breath, Chris's lips curving up into a lazy smile. “What if they find out?”

“‘Mm … they won't,” he seemed to be already falling asleep even though he was standing, and it made Y/N giggle again. She brushed her fingers through his hair, the straightened locks curling ever so slightly at the tips and regaining their natural texture.

“Look at you … “ Y/N whispered, scratching her fingers against his scalp. “My little baby.”

Chris's nose flushed. He nodded against her hands, his head falling forward and dropping against Y/N's shoulder. “Mhm. Yours.”

“Mine, right?” Y/N breathed, and he nodded again, making an approving noise. “Gonna listen to me then?”

Chris hummed.

“Go shower and take your makeup off,” Y/N said, and Chris groaned loudly, making her snort with laughter. “C'mon … wanna see my baby's pretty face and his pretty curls.”

Chris shook his head wildly against her neck. “Not pretty.”

“Mm you're right,” Y/N said with a cheeky smile. “They're beautiful.”

“Nuh uh … “ Chris mumbled.

“Yuh uh,” Y/N smiled, copying the man's playful tone as she slipped her fingers through his shaggy hair again. She twirled it around her fingers, the fine strands almost like chocolatey gossamer against her skin. “Look at this hair … it's gonna reach your butt soon.”

Cracking up with hushed laughter, Chris pulled back slightly and gazed at the woman with a cheeky expression. “Do you want it to reach my butt?”

Y/N's lips twitched. “Well … no, but I mean … you'd probably pull it off.”

Her lips twitched again. “Then again, perhaps not. A certain SKZ Code episode is coming to mind … “

Cracking up with taken aback laughter as a distant memory of buttery yellow fabric and a long wig tickled his brain Chris rubbed his eyes. “How long should I keep it?”

Y/N shrugged. She stepped towards him and tugged at his hair, caressing the nape of his neck with a finger. She stopped just above the collar of his shirt, her touch making the man shiver. “Here? But wear it curly.”

Chris grumbled again. “You always want the damn curls.”

“Because I love them,” Y/N smiled, kissing his nose. “My favourite curls in the whole world. The longer your hair gets the curlier it looks and it makes me … violent.”

“Violent?” Chris spluttered.

“Mhm.”

The tips of Chris's ears flushed scarlet. He cleared his throat and tugged her towards him by her hand before landing a tender kiss to her mouth. “Gonna go shower.”

“Good boy,” Y/N whispered.

Another sudden bark of laughter escaped the man before he turned around and grabbed the fluffy towel hanging neatly on a nearby hook. He stopped at the doorframe of the bathroom and turned to look at her over his shoulder; Y/N tipped her head to the side in question, and Chris smiled softly, his eyes bursting with little love hearts before he suddenly stuck his tongue out towards her. He started to giggle at his own antics as he disappeared into the bathroom, his laughter light as it bounced off the tiled walls, and Y/N smiled to herself as she turned away and moved towards the large bed at the other side of the room.

He was still damp when he emerged from the bathroom. Water ran in tiny rivulets down the sculpted pathways of his freckled torso, and it trickling through the planes of his muscular back, giving his fair skin an ambery sheen under the hotel room's dim lighting. Y/N was already curled up in the bed, almost drowning under the sheets; she watched with amusement as the man suddenly whipped the towel away from his hips and rubbed it against his head instead, the uncovering revealing the sharp grooves cut just above his thighs, dipping inwards. The shadows warped as he padded towards her, and they hugged his body in such a way that he looked as though he had been carved from a marble so hard that it would surely hurt to touch him. But his body melted into Y/Ns a second later as he sank into the bed and reached for her, and Y/N marvelled not for the first time at the raw silkiness of his skin against her fingertips, at the sturdiness of his build as he moved to hold her closer.

“Happy now … ?” Chris asked her under his breath once he had stopped wriggling around under the covers. He was radiating so much heat that Y/N had to kick her side of the duvet down; but she pulled him closer anyway, tucking the reassuring of his head against the curve of her neck as she turned onto the back, his legs hooked over her hip.

She smiled, looking down at him. Her fingers traced the features of his face that she so loved; the makeup he had been wearing earlier had completely melted away, and his moles almost winkled at her in greeting as she smoothed her fingertips over them, one by one, as she did almost every time she was with him. It was almost like a ritual for her, one that brought her immense comfort, and one that made Chris's heart flip so hard that he wondered if it was perhaps turned inside out.

“Very happy,” Y/N whispered, thumbing the marks beneath his eyes, before sweeping over the mole nestled in his eyebrow. Her hand then travelled to his already drying hair, and she smiled widely, looping his messy curls around her hand. “Are you happy?”

“Mhm,” Chris nodded, resting his head against her chest again. His arms were secure around her waist under the covers, almost like a seatbelt, and he tightened them now as if he couldn't bear to let go of her again. “Stay with me.”

Y/N smiled and kissed his temple. “Well, I am, aren't I?”

“No, I mean … through the whole tour,” Chris whispered. “I'll sort everything out, make sure no one sees you or knows you're with me … just come with me. Wanna be with you everywhere I go. I … always sleep better when you're with me.”

At that, Y/N grinned. “You only want me so you can sleep?”

“Mm … yeah,” Chris joked. It made Y/N shake with mirth beneath him, and she tugged him closer to her, tangling her legs with his like they were little jigsaw pieces locking together.

“I was gonna stay anyway,” Y/N hummed, her hand slowly brushing his hair away from his forehead in soothing, receptive motions. “Because … well, I sleep better with you too.”

it was Chris's turn to chuckle. He nuzzled his face against her chest, snuggling into her further as if he could fuse their bodies into one, so they could stay together forever. it made Y/N hug him tighter, and she rolled to her side a little, cocooning his body as best as she could with her own.

“Promise … ?“ Chris's voice was so quiet it barely felt like a puff of warmth against Y/N's skin.

Y/N hummed. “Of course I promise. Can't leave my little baby all alone, can I?”

Laughing softly, Chris shook his head. “‘S a scary world out there.”

They both burst into hushed laughter at that; they were but a mass of giggles and rustled sheets and heated, fragrant skin, and neither of them had any idea of what happened next. One moment they were breathless with their delirious laughter, and the next their brains were fuzzy, their bodies curled into each other like tangled sunflowers as they promptly fell fast asleep.

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

͙͘͡★ Genre: Idol!au, fluff

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.4k

He didn't even look up when she entered the room.

Chris's eyes were closed, his fingers slotted together and steepled below his chin as the crease between his eyebrows deepened. Concentration was etched into every one of the man's pores. He inhaled through his teeth, the sound soft but mildly agitated in the dim glow of his bedroom - he reached for his headphones that hung over a small post on his desk, and he pushed them over his head, squashing his curls in the process. His delicate fingers clicked twice on the crimson mouse adjacent to him. Chris's eyes fell shut again, his fingers drumming across the pout on his lips in thought, and he hummed to himself with a single nod before slipping his headphones off.

Y/N's heart twinged in her chest. She had come to silently cuddle up with him, the way she so often did; but now, watching him being so engrossed in his work with his ever present focus, Y/N didn't know whether she should stay in the doorway a little longer, admiring the man before her, or if she should shut the bedroom door and give in to the yearning rooted deep inside her.

Eyes drooping with pure love weighing down her eyelashes, Y/N curled her fingers into the long sleeves of her t-shirt. It wasn't hers - it was Chris's, the sleeves too long and stopping at her knees, the hem of the tee skimming the middle of her bare thighs. It hung off of her in the softest of drapes, scented with his cologne and the sweet muskiness of his skin; the woman couldn't help but flap the sleeves around a little as she continued to gaze at him. Her lips curved up into a smile when Chris reached for a small carton beside him - his fingers curled around it gently as he sipped through the thin straw, the fruity liquid fragrant even from where Y/N was standing.

He was completely engulfed in his own little world, and Y/N's eyes watered.

After a few more moments of admiring him, Y/N quietly wandered up to him. The door fell shut with a soft click, and Chris still hadn't a clue she was there until she appeared at the side of his desk. She didn't wait for his acknowledgement; instead she ducked under his outstretched arms and climbed onto his lap, her legs falling on either side of Chris's thighs. One of his hands came up behind her, soft on her back as she leaned forward, head dropping against his shoulder. She curled her arms softly around Chris's torso, and when his hand began to brush up and down the length of her back in slow, loving sweeps, Y/N let out a content little sigh.

Neither of them spoke. Y/N's eyes fell shut, and Chris tilted his head a little to press the softest of kisses to the crown of her head before returning his attention to his laptop. One of his hands remained on her back, his fingertips so gentle Y/N wouldn't have felt them if it wasn't for the extraordinary heat seeping out of his skin. His hand was slow, leisurely as it traced the contours of her back through her top, the pads of his fingers kissing her neck, twining around her hair as she breathed deeply against him. Her own cheek was smushed against one side of his chest, and the faintest thud thud thud of his heartbeat kissed her nose. The subtle rise and fall of his chest cushioned Y/N's head, and she found herself burrowing herself further into the cocoon of the man's embrace, tucking herself so close to him that she was sure she now smelled more like him than she did her own scent.

Neither of them spoke - they didn't need to. Every now and then, the mixed sounds from Chris's laptop would play out loud - sometimes chaotic and making Y/N jump, earning a comforting brush of his hand against the back of her head, sometimes more slow, melodic and peaceful that had her eyes drooping. Combined with the soft clicking of Chris's mouse, and the gentle tap of his keys, Y/N's eyes began to fall shut, her breathing slowing. But she snapped them open again once she heard a sudden rustle, and wordlessly, Chris brought a hand to her face, a small chunk of chocolate shining dully an inch away from her face.

It made her smile against the heavy cotton of his hoodie. She moved her head ever so slightly and accepted the chocolate, Chris's fingers moving away and returning to the packet on his desk. She chewed softly, the truffle centre melting on her tongue as Chris popped one into his mouth too, his hand returning to her back. He adjusted her then, pulling her closer to him so her stomach was completely cushioned against the hard planes of his own. He leaned back in his seat, fingers returning with more chocolate to Y/N's mouth, his hand smoothing over the silky skin of her thigh as he gazed thoughtfully at the work on his laptop. The sigh he let out stirred the hair at Y/N's temple, his breath hot and sweet, and the woman shivered, nuzzling her face further against him as he held her a little tighter. He began to move slowly in his seat, swaying side to side on the soft wheels as his thinking deepened; It almost felt like Y/N was being rocked in his lap without him even meaning to, and when the sixth chocolate Chris held out in front of her stayed melting between his thumb and index finger, the man peered down at her with softening eyes. She had fallen fast asleep, pouty lips parted ever so slightly, her face squished against the cradle of his arm like a little dumpling.

Chris's face split into a wide smile, his cheek dimpling under the dim lighting of his room before he licked the melting chocolate off of his fingers. He rustled his fingers against a nearby napkin before settling his hand on her back again, his other hand low on her hip, and he patted softly, his cheek nestling against the top of her head as he continued to stare at his laptop.

He solely used his headphones now, pushing them down around his neck every now and then instead of placing them on the desk. He wasn't sure just how long the two of them stayed like that, Y/N tucked into him like a tiny kangaroo, her breathing gentle puffs of air against his broad chest. She didn't stir once; all rigidity of body had completely melted away, and she was almost fused into him in a way that made Chris's smile widen every time he looked down at her. The soft pecks he left at the crown of her head were countless, as were the gentle pats to her back, her shoulders, her waist.

After a long while, the man finally shut his laptop. He threaded his fingers through Y/N's hair, and she hummed under her breath, suddenly moving; her brows knit together as she rubbed her eyes slowly, and Chris's hand found its way to the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone in tender strokes.

“Shh … “ Chris murmured against her temple as she murmured something incoherent. “Go back to sleep, baby. ‘S late.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, brushing her cheek against his chest as her eyes fell shut again. “Mm … stop workin’.”

Chris grinned to himself. “I have,” he whispered. “Bed time.”

She made a sleepy, agreeable sound, and with a soft chuckle under his breath, Chris hooked his arms around her and stood from his seat. Y/N yawned against his neck as Chris shuffled them both over to his bed. She barely noticed him tucking her beneath the crisp duvet, nor did she notice her head falling against the plush pillow; she was instantly surrounded in Chris's addictive heat again, and she was scooped up onto his arms a moment later. His chest was bare now, and his skin was like an electric blanket as Y/N buried her face into it. She was half draped on top of him, curled up almost like she had been before - but this time, Chris wrapped his legs around hers, locking her into him, and hummed sleepily when she felt his biceps squeeze her into a tighter hug.

“‘Night … “ she whispered against his collarbone.

Chris draped the duvet over her, tucking it around her shoulders. His hand cupped the back of her head as he settled his own head into the soft dip of his sturdy pillow, and he lightly tickled the base of her neck with his fingertips.

“Night, baby girl,” he breathed. “Sweet dreams.”

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chansducky10 · 1 month ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬

⋆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, slight angst

⋆ Warnings: None

⋆ Characters: Chris, Y/N, Noah, Sky

⋆ Word Count: 1.9k

⋆ Synopsis: Y/N cheers up a sad Noah

Like paper origami, Noah's body crumpled on the sofa. His face had landed cushioned by his mother's legs, and the woman peered down at him with amusement.

“Noey?” Y/N laughed, patting the sixteen year old’s head. “You okay?”

“I'm sad,” Noah's voice was muffled against her thigh.

“Sad? Why are you sad, baby?”

Sitting up, Noah shrugged. The coils of his hair had split with the friction of smushing his face into the sofa, and they looped in frizzy waves around his forehead. “Don't know. For the vibes.”

“For the vibes?” Y/N repeated with a warm smile. Her palm was soft when it cupped Noah's cheek, and the boy grinned crookedly as his eyes fell shut like a dozing puppy.

“Yeah. Just feel … eh,” Noah shrugged again. “I don't know why. Nothing happened … I just feel … sad?”

Humming with understanding, Y/N kissed Noah's forehead and her fingers slipped back through his curls before she stood up from the sofa. “I know what you need. Fancy something chocolatey?”

“How chocolatey?”

“Very chocolatey. Like … sickly.”

Noah's eyes lit up. He nodded as he watched his mother move towards the kitchen. “Mhm. What is it?”

“I like to call it a … um. Sad chocolatey mess?” Y/N laughed, reaching for a mug. “Well I don't actually have a name for it. I'd call it a chocolate mug cake but it's not like an average mug cake at all. It's kind of like a cross between a cake and a brownie and a hot chocolate? I used to make these all the time when I was at my parents house. I only make these when I'm sad, and … well, I was always sad back then.”

Sliding off of the sofa, Noah moved towards the kitchen. “When was the last time you made one?”

“A few months ago … one of my favourite characters in my book died,” Y/N stuck her tongue out, her expression suddenly playful. It made Noah smile, and he sat himself down on the edge of the counter just as Sky clattered in.

“I can smell chocolate,” Sky declared promptly.

Y/N started to laugh. “I haven't even used any yet, cheeky girl.”

“Okay, okay, I heard you talking,” Sky amended. “I'm sad too.”

“You're sad too?” Noah cocked his head to the side, tugging gently at the eleven year old’s ponytails.

“Well, mama said if you're sad you get a sad chocolatey mess and I want one,” Sky giggled and pulled away from Noah before circling her arms around her mother's waist. “Can I have one, mama?”

“Well … I suppose if you're saying you're sad, you must be, right?” Y/N mused, looking down at her daughter's wide grin and sparkling eyes. She tapped her nose. “Very sad, aren't you?”

Sky nodded enthusiastically. “I cried on the way to the kitchen.”

Cracking up at the girl's words, Y/N squeezed Sky back before nodding to the mug tree behind her. “Choose a mug then, baby.”

As expected, Sky picked up the largest mug she could see.

“Just because it's this big doesn't mean you're getting more, Ky,” Y/N snorted with fresh laughter as she picked up the cream ceramic. “Trust me … you don't want this much. You'll throw up.”

“No, no, I can eat it all,” Sky insisted, widening her eyes and adopting a beseeching expression that made Y/N grin.

“You're gonna throw up,” Noah echoed their mother's words. “Last time you ate something that mama said you couldn't, you puked.”

Sky sighed. “Okay … fine … “

“Pick another mug, Ky,” Y/N kissed her forehead. “How about extra squirty cream instead? I think you could actually get through three cans without puking.”

At that, Sky nodded eagerly. She jumped onto the counter beside her brother, and Noah wrinkled his nose at her, his slender fingers playfully flicking the middle of her forehead.

“Why are you sad, No-No?” Sky asked him, after trying to bite his finger.

Noah shrugged. “Just feel like it.”

Sky blinked. “You're stupid. Why don't you feel like being happy instead?”

Both Y/N and Noah laughed at that, and Noah slung his arm around Sky's shoulders, playfully smushing her head against his arm as she squealed.

“You've really got a way with words, you know that?” Noah grinned devilishly, his hand tugging at her ponytails again. “You could probably solve world peace.”

“Just stop fighting,” Sky said in response from under Noah's arm. Noah relaxed his grip with a light chuckle and Sky sat up again, her hair askew and falling over her pink cheeks in wispy, sun-kissed strands. “Don't be sad, Noey. Mama's making chocolate goo.”

“it's not goo,” Y/N laughed, swatting a square of kitchen roll at Sky before resuming the stirring of the dark batter inside the two mugs. She paused, “Actually … you're right. It kind of does look like goo. Chocolate goo.”

“Who's making chocolate goo?” Chris's curious voice chimed in amongst them all, and the three of them looked up to see him walking into the kitchen with a cheeky grin. “Why are you all eating chocolate without me?”

“Are you sad, daddy?” Sky jumped off of the counter and immediately jabbed her inquisitive finger into her father's broad chest. “Mama's only making it for sad people.”

From behind her, Y/N shook with mirth as she caught the playfully glint in her husband's eye.

“Sad, huh?” Chris scooped Sky into his arms, the girl giggling as she was deposited back onto the counter. “Yeah, I'm really sad. My family's having a chocolate feast and I wasn't invited.”

“Poor daddy,” Sky giggled. She ducked her head around Chris's arm and looked towards Y/N who was already reaching for another mug. “Mama you have to make daddy one too. I think he's the saddest out of all of us.”

“Poor daddy,” Y/N's sympathy was laced in humour, and it made Chris chuckle as he turned towards Noah.

“Who's sad, though?” Chris hummed. “You sad, Noey?”

Noah's face melted into a sleepy smile. “I was sad. I don't think I really am anymore.”

“That's because we're the best,” Sky commented. “Also I give the best advice.”

Chris raised his eyebrows in question.

“I told her I just felt sad and she called me stupid and then said I should feel happy instead,” Noah explained mildly. “Groundbreaking advice.”

Chuckling at that, Chris squeezed Sky's cheeks with his thumb and index finger. “You're crazy, Ky-Ky. A good crazy, but definitely crazy.”

“Thank you,” Sky smiled proudly. She then squinted at Y/N who was balancing the three mugs in her hands. “What are you doing with those, mama?”

“Putting them in the microwave,” Y/N said. “Not smuggling them.”

“Looks like you are smuggling them, mama,” Sky giggled as Y/N curled her arms around the mugs, pretending to hide them from sight. She frowned. “You're not having one?”

Y/N shook her head, sliding the first mug into the microwave. “Too sickly to eat a full one right now.”

“You can share mine,” Chris hummed, sidling away from Noah and Sky and creeping up on Y/N. He slid his arms around her waist, his chest sturdy and warm at her back, and he squeezed her softly before dropping a kiss to her temple. “Mmm … you smell like chocolate. Maybe I should just eat you instead.”

“Knock it off,” Y/N laughed under her breath, softly elbowing his side. “I can hear Sky puking already.”

On cue, Sky let out a loud, violent sounding retch, earning a deep sigh from her brother.

While the mugs span slowly in the microwave, Y/N snapped chunks off of a large chocolate bar and dropped them into a bowl; she poured a decent amount of heavy cream over the top, and once the chocolatey cakes were done, she melted it all together. Sky watched with circular eyes as Y/N poured the runny ganache evenly into the three mugs, and Chris's stomach began to growl in anticipatory hunger upon seeing the rich flow of chocolate.

“You weren't kidding,” Noah commented, his cheek resting against his folded arms on the countertop. “That looks like enough chocolate to keep me going for a whole week.”

Y/N's smile was wicked. “I like eating one the week before my period too when the chocolate craving gets really strong.”

Chris glanced at his wife wearily. “The same time when your insane craving for big slabs of meat suddenly appears too?”

“Speaking of … we need to buy more steaks,” Y/N said sweetly.

Chris groaned. “Monster,” he joked, and he kissed Y/N's cheek, earning another dramatic sound from Sky. “Don't worry … I'll make sure the fridge is stocked for you.”

“What about me? I want raspberries,” Sky said. “Lots, and lots, and lots of raspberries.”

“There's already lots, and lots, and lots of raspberries in the fridge, Ky baby,” Y/N laughed. “I even put some in your mug for you. Chocolate and raspberry for the raspberry monster.”

At that, Noah tilted his head to the side, curious. “What did you put in mine and dad's? Just chocolate?”

“Nope. Coffee in yours, chocolate in your dad's.”

“When did you do that?” Noah asked in surprise as Y/N shook the can of squirty cream. “Mum … I feel like you're a bit magic, sometimes.”

“A hundred percent,” Chris agreed instantly.

“I'm not magic,” Y/N flushed, pointing the cream can towards Sky. The girl’s mouth immediately fell open like a fish, and a mountain of the sweet cream soon towered on her tongue.

“Mmf … “ Sky garbled. “‘S … goof.”

“Don't speak, you'll choke,” Chris chuckled at the sight of the cream dribbling out of Sky's mouth. His finger was tender as he gently wiped it away, and Sky swallowed thickly, her face breaking into a sheepish smile in response.

Equipped with dainty spoons, Chris, Noah and Sky were soon huddled up on the plush sofa with the warm mugs nestled in their hands. Sky's nose was already covered in thickening chocolate panache, and Noah had slid down the sofa seat, eyes falling shut as he chewed through his third spoonful.

“You were right,” Noah sighed, head already fuzzy from the richness coating his tongue. “This hits.”

“Told you,” Y/N said happily. Chris was waving his spoon around her face, his face full of playful affection as he fed her the chocolatey mush in his mug.

A few moments of amicable silence passed. Sky suddenly groaned loudly; she wordlessly handed her mug to her mother - it was half eaten, the crimson of raspberries peeking out from under the melted cream.

“Too … much … “ Sky huffed, her tongue sticking out in defeat.

Y/N started to giggle. “Now imagine if I'd made it in that big mug you picked out first.”

Sky stared at her. She shuddered, sliding off of the sofa and landing on the floor with a soft splat.

“Oh, there she goes,” Chris chuckled. “Raspberry monster's down. Sure you don't want some more?”

The shake of Sky's head was rapid against the thick rug.

“How are you feeling, Noey?” Y/N's voice was soft as she looked to her other side where Noah was curled up in the corner of the sofa. “Any better?”

Noah nodded. He didn't respond verbally; instead he placed his empty mug onto the small coffee table in front of them and wordlessly melted into his mother's side. His head was tucked against her chest, and his arms looped loosely around her torso, and he sighed deeply when Y/N set Sky's mug down and returned his embrace with quiet warmth. Her fingers ran through his hair, and her lips dropped a kiss to his head, and she smiled when she caught the sudden love hearts exploding in the centre of her husband's pupils.

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𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭!

☆ Genre: Domestic, sickly sweet fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N

☆ Word Count:

☆ 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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☆ Genre: Idol!au, fluff, angst, crack

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N, ft SKZ

☆ Word Count: 4k

☆ Synopsis: In which Y/N tells Chris what she really thinks of concerts and his music

If Y/N was to speak her thoughts aloud, she knew they would be met with confused, negative responses. It wouldn't be the first time, either - for some reason, most of the things Y/N said were more often than not taken out of context, or entirely misunderstood; almost as though she had a large sign slapped across her forehead screaming something along the lines of ‘Don't understand anything that I say!’.

It was almost always better to just stay quiet. Let everyone think she was some strange, overly introverted gremlin taking up refuge in the corner - it was much better than wasting her breath trying to explain herself to someone who didn't have the time nor the patience to understand.

“Have fun,” Y/N said now as she kissed Chris on his cheek. “Don't slip.”

“Ha-ha,” Chris rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his waist, his posture taking on a sassy air as he popped his hip out to the side.

“I'm being serious. I told Bin the other day not to slip since it was raining and he didn't listen and slipped,” Y/N started to giggle at the memory. “He landed flat out on his butt.”

Chris smiled. He chewed on his lip, his eyes softening as he fluttered his gaze over the woman before him. “Sure I can't persuade you to come? You know you can have any seat you want … just say the word and it's yours.”

Y/N's smile was tender, but she shook her head. She folded herself into his bedsheets instead, leaning back against the headboard of the hotel bed. “I'll still be cheering you on … just from here. I promise.”

Ever the man to let her make her own decisions, Chris nodded, though his eyes dropped a sliver of a fraction - it was barely noticeable, and he covered it up by plastering a large grin onto his face instead.

“Well … at least I know you'll be here when I get back,” Chris hummed. He stepped closer to the bed and leaned down, his hand soft on the side of Y/N's head as he brushed a parting kiss to her temple. “Keeping the bed all nice and warm, yeah?”

“Mhm. I am, but a bed warmer,” Y/N joked. It made Chris chuckle, and he pressed another kiss to her skin before standing up again, searching for his jacket before shrugging it onto his broad frame.

“Aight. Gotta dash … you sure you'll be okay on your own? Need anything else? Extra blankie? Snacks?”

Y/N shook her head. “Go, or you'll be late.”

“Not even another kiss?”

Lips twitching, Y/N reached out and curled her fingers into Chris's soft jacket. She tugged him towards her and his lips crashed onto hers, their smiles melting against each other and turning into airy laughter.

Chris grinned. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Love you too,” Minho's head darted into the room, his face contorting as he mocked Y/N's words. His eyes sparkled with mischief when he saw the indignation on the woman's face, and he started to laugh, sticking a hand out to wave at her. “Bye, weirdo.”

“Have fun, Min. Make sure my man doesn't slip and land on his ass, okay?”

“Oh, not the squished cake,” Felix chimed in. He couldn't help it; he aimed a light smack to his older friend's behind, and Chris yelped in surprise, his eyebrows furrowing as he whirled around. “You not coming, Y/N?”

“I'm gonna watch on there,” Y/N nodded towards the large TV mounted on the wall. She raised her phone. “And here. Same as always.”

“Same as always,” his voice became more distorted as Minho repeated her words again; he disappeared then, walking down the corridor with a bumbling Jisung following after him.

“Hi Y/N! Bye Y/N!” he shouted on his way past.

Y/N watched as Felix quickly glanced at his phone. He clocked the time before hastily barging his way past Chris and into their room before quickly throwing himself at Y/N in an engulfing hug.

“You're gonna smother her,” Chris chuckled just as Y/N squeezed her friend tight. Felix pulled away and flicked Y/N's forehead lightly before jogging back to the door where Chris was watching them both with adoring eyes. “Okay … really gonna go now. Love you, baby girl.”

“I know. I love you more. Be safe.”

When the door closed behind them both, Y/N exhaled slowly and slid down the crisp white sheets. They welcomed her in their momentary chill, and she shivered slightly as her eyes squeezed shut. Together, Y/N and Chris had only spent the previous night in this particular hotel room; but the sheets already smelled like Chris, almost softening the cotton against her cheek.

She couldn't help but sigh. There weren't many times where Y/N mourned what could have been if she was just like the hundreds of thousands of people who happily queued for hours on end in anticipation to see her friends. To see the man who was in possession of her heart and soul - not that they knew that about her, though. To most people, Y/N would be considered completely insane for not finding the prospect of concerts and similar gatherings appealing; to most people, it was of life's greatest joys, one of the better things it had to offer. And sure, for a large chunk of society, there was nothing better than dressing up in outfits one wouldn't typically wear day to day, painting their faces in bold colours and metallic glitter to stand out beneath strobe lights and special effects in various venues and stadiums and outdoor festival grounds. Not to mention the few seconds that always felt like hours when one happened to lock eyes with their favourite artist from the stage - pure magic.

At least, that was what people always said. Who was Y/N to put a damper on their happiness? If anything, she found herself smiling from the excitement of others - she was happy that they found joy in such things.

But still, it did nothing to change her own mind. To her, a concert was the last place she would like to be in. They were always too loud, too crowded, too unpredictable … not to mention the certain individuals who adopted animalistic behaviours and lost all flicker of common sense once they set foot in the grounds. Not that Y/N could blame them - she supposed she could vaguely understand the sheer emotion that must flood through people upon seeing someone - who in their eyes - was the be all and end all.

Even if it wasn't exactly how she personally reacted to things. Being a much more subdued person unless she really felt comfortable with someone, Y/N knew if she ever ended up in such a boisterous situation, she would be trampled in an instant. Like a flea, squashed on the ground.

An unsightly, but promptly ignored sight.

Besides; Y/N knew that the instant overstimulation that would flood through her would have her reeling for days.

No … Y/N much preferred curling up in the safety of her bed, or a plush sofa, watching her friends’ antics through a screen. It didn't take away from their impact, nor their talent - though there were days such as this one where the faintest touch of wistfulness crossed the woman.

She knew Chris would never push her to do someshing she didn't want to. Y/N was endlessly grateful to him - she knew how much his job meant to him, how much he secretly wanted her to see his group in all their glory upon one of the many stages they dominated - yet he never forced her. She had never even told him why she was so against it … but Chris being Chris, the man had taken her soft ‘no’ as a complete, whole answer, respecting her choices like he always did.

Y/N didn't know if that made it better or worse.

She hugged her plushie to her chest now, her eyes falling shut as she inhaled deeply from it. It was soft and warm and purple in her arms, the sleepy eyed dragon a present from Chris. ‘To keep you company when I'm not here,’ Chris had said, his face beaming with joy when he gave it to her.

With a slightly fuzzy livestream of the concert wobbling about on the wall-mounted TV, Y/N curled up around the dragon and the duvet, a bag of opened crisps on her other side. She couldn't help but giggle to herself a quarter of the way through when she caught sight of Chris tripping over the heavy soles of his boots; she smiled when Minho's hands planted themselves at the base of Chris's back, and she made a mental note to tease Minho about it later when they got back to the hotel.

Only, she was fast asleep by the time they arrived. Some time after the concert had ended, Y/N had stretched and turned around in the bed, burying her face into Chris's pillow as a sudden wave of yearning for him washed over her. She had taken a couple of deep breaths, grounding herself in the faint whisper of his skin scent in the sheets before she had drifted of. Curled up like a tiny kitten on his side of the king sized bed, Y/N's breathing was slow when Chris padded into the room a little after midnight.

His lips instantly curved up into a sleepy smile upon seeing her. Unable to resist, Chris crept over towards the bed; his lips were pillowy soft when he planted a lingering kiss to Y/N's temple, and he gently brushed away her hair from her face before heading towards the bathroom. He emerged ten minutes later with flushed skin and damp hair, a cream coloured towel wrapped around his waist.

“M … hey,” Y/N murmured into the quietude. She rubbed her eyes, watching as Chris turned towards her with crinkling eyes. “When did you you come back?”

“Not long ago,” Chris padded over to her with a tender smile. His hand was warm and soft as it seeped over her forehead, his nose brushing her skin before his kiss landed. “You looked so adorable sleeping … didn't wanna wake you.”

Rubbing her eyes, Y/N smiled sleepily. The sheets rustled and she stretched her arms out towards him, her fingers wiggling playfully in his direction. “Missed you … s’ much.”

Humming in agreement, Chris dived into the woman's arms; he scooped her up into his, a hand cradling the back of her head as he nuzzled his face into her neck. “Missed you more. Thought about you the whole time, you know.”

“Mm … really? Even when you slipped?”

Chris chuckled under his breath, his skin turning burgundy in the dim lighting. “Ah … you saw that?”

“Mhm. Gonna have to thank Minho for saving you.”

His smile was warm against her skin. Already feeling drowsy just from being so close to Y/N, Chris decided his night had drawn to a close; he kicked the towel off of his hips and draped it over a nearby chair before sliding into bed beside Y/N. He shivered when the sheets tickled his skin, and he wiggled up to the drowsy woman with the mannerisms of a little caterpillar, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Mmm. I did miss you then too … maybe even more.”

Turning around in his arms, Y/N dropped her face into the juncture below the man's chin and chest. “Did you have fun?”

Chris nodded. “I did. Mostly. Tired as fuck though.”

“Mostly?”

“Well, you weren't there.”

Y/N tilted her head up to look at him. He was already looking at her, his fingers delicate feathers at her temples, lightly brushing wisps of her hair away from her brow.

“Do you not like our songs?”

Y/N stared. It made Chris's face break into a boyish grin, and he started to laugh, the sound painfully soft.

“You can tell me the truth, baby. It's okay if you don't … I won't be upset,” he paused, his eyes sparkling. “Well. Maybe a tiny bit.”

At that, Y/N started to smile. “I don't hate your music, Christopher. If I did, I wouldn't have any in my favourites’ playlist, would I?”

Chris chuckled. “Well, I don't know. Maybe you put them in there to keep me happy.”

Smile widening, Y/N placed her hands on either side of Chris's face. Her fingers were toasty, and Chris groaned under his breath, eyes instantly falling shut when her thumbs brushed the slopes of his cheekbones.

“I like your music,” Y/N whispered. “Your music isn't why I don't go to your concerts, baby. I don't like going to any concerts.”

“But … why?”

“Because … “ Y/N trailed off, shrugging slightly as she wondered how to put her feelings into words. “I don't like loud noises. Or big crowds. Or being around lots of people that I don't know.”

She'd barely said anything; yet Chris's eyes suddenly bloomed with understanding.

“I just feel like being in such a situation I'd feel so anxious and so claustrophobic that I wouldn't be able to enjoy anything,” Y/M dropped her eyes from Chris's smoldering gaze to the delicate curve of his throat. She traced her fingers lightly over it, the grain of his skin velvety to touch. “It's … too much. And I know it probably makes you sad because you like concerts, but … “

“I get it, baby,” Chris nudged the tip of her nose with his own. “Why didn't you tell me before? I kept thinking you hated our music and that's why you didn't wanna come.”

Y/N shook her head slowly. “I just … in my head, I wouldn't wanna go to a concert unless I could actually see everything up close and experience it fully … but the only way to do that would be to be right at the front and that's where people are the craziest. I can't deal with that.”

Chris grimaced. He had seen quite a few questionable and borderline dangerous acts in the front rows of his concerts; he had to admit he knew exactly what she was referring to.

“Being further back wouldn't be worth it because I wanna see you guys, not the screens - that's what I do when I'm home, you know? And I know there's always the option of watching from the side. But it's not the same … I wanna see your faces, not your butts. As eye-catching as yours is.”

Chuckling at her lighter statement, Chris kissed Y/N's forehead.

“But also … it's just too loud. All the options are too loud. It's fine when I'm controlling the volume when I'm listening to stuff on my own … but sudden loud noises send my anxiety spiralling. Makes me feel like someone's stomping on my ribcage.”

“Oh, baby … “ Chris's face contorted with sympathy and he leaned closer to her, his lips making their way to her temple. “It makes sense, you know.”

Y/N's eyes softened. “You're not upset?”

“Why would I be upset? You can't help how you feel,” Chris hummed, nuzzling his cheek against Y/N's. “I just want you to be happy and safe.”

“I do sometimes wish I could see you all perform in person though,” Y/N huffed. “I feel like you're all at your best on stage.”

He peered down at her then, eyes twinkling. “You really don't hate the music?”

Giggling under her breath, Y/N shook her head. “No. I might not listen to it everyday, but that doesn't mean it's bad.”

Chris raised his eyebrows, willing her to go on.

Y/N sighed softly. “Your songs … in my eyes, they're like art. They're all so different. You're always experimenting and coming up with new things and I love that about you … you're not afraid to step out of the box, you know?”

Dropping his face a little more to be even closer to her, Chris's brows furrowed as he continued to listen to her.

“I genuinely don't think there's one song of yours that I don't like,” Y/N continued, blinking in thought. “But … at the same time, your music is so chaotic that I just can't listen to most of it everyday. I might bounce around the walls and burn myself out if I did that.”

Bursting into quiet laughter, Chris made a comical sound in agreement.

“Except a few. Those ones are the ones in my favourite playlists … they're the ones that I can listen to like … everyday, all day. I guess the more serious ones? Not the ones screaming about cheese for like three minutes straight.”

Her last statement was said with such an air of amusement that Chris couldn't help it; he erupted with another fit of laughter, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, a little perplexed.

“You know … I feel like in theory I should be upset, but the way you said that … “ Chris grinned, and he curled Y/N up tighter in his arms, tugging at her playfully until her body was flush against his. “You don't like Cheese?”

“I love Cheese,” Y/N snorted with laughter. “Just not everyday.”

Chris smirked. “What if I make explicit music? Would you listen to that everyday?”

Y/N slapped him on his arm. It only increased his laughter, and his body shook against hers as he pressed their foreheads together.

“Please don't,” Y/N giggled. “I feel like you'd find a way to make it insane.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Chris suddenly grinned widely. “You're so adorable, you know.”

“What? Why? I didn't even do anything.”

“You're just … “ Chris nuzzled his nose against hers hers, his fingers scrabbling softly at the top of her head. “Just … you have thoughts. Like you have a little brain and you think so much and your thoughts are so cute … you're so cute.”

Bewildered, Y/N stared at the man as he started to giggle. “Are you alight?”

“Mm … yeah,” Chris nodded against her. “Think you're giving me cuteness aggression.”

“Because I think?”

“Mhm.”

“What if I said I hated your music? Would you still find me cute then?”

“Mhm.”

“I hate your music.”

Cracking up all over again at Y/N's words, Chris let out a playful ‘oi!’ before engulfing her entire body with his own. She was a puddle of breathless laughter underneath him by the time he had rolled her onto her back, his mischievous smile looming over her. The duvet had rolled off of Chris's back, and the hotel room's dim lighting illuminated his curls, turning them into an auburn halo. His skin shone like honey, and Y/N suddenly bit her lip, reaching out towards the nightstand for her phone.

“There's another reason why I wouldn't survive your concerts,” Y/N said. Chris cocked his head to the side in question, and the woman laughed to herself as she scrolled through her camera roll, looking for the photos she had saved earlier.

She tapped on a photo of him, and turned it around; Chris's face was cheeky, his black shirt bunched up around his collarbones. “What the fuck is this?”

Chris's skin turned into the colour of raspberry preserve. “That's not me.”

“That's not you? Who is that then - Wolf Chan?” Y/N teased him, her legs locking around his under the covers and making him yelp with laughter.

“It's not me … “ Chris repeated with a long whine, his face dropping onto her shoulder. “Dunno who that is.”

He suddenly looked up again, his face contorting with mirth. “Hey … I'm legit fully naked in front of you and you're freaking out over that?”

“It's not the same!” Y/N huffed. “Look at the way they all go crazy as soon as you strip.”

Chris's laughter was constant. “Oh baby … is someone feeling jealous?”

“No!”

“Oh yeah? You look kinda jealous.”

“‘M not jealous … “

Chest heaving with more silent laughter, Chris let his full bodyweight press into her as he cradled Y/N's face in his hands. “You're so fucking cute. I'm all yours, you know that right?”

Y/N pouted against his hands. “I know.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I think about your face every time I do that, you know,” Chris whispered against her lips.

It was Y/N's time to flush. “You do what?”

“Go to sleep,” Chris chuckled, his cheeks burning as he kissed her forehead and rested his head against her chest.

*☆*☆*

“What are you doing?”

“Just sit down. No questions.”

Baffled, Y/N did as Chris told her to. His hands were warm as they pushed her back onto the large sofa at the end of his spacious hotel room, the curtains drawn tight to block out the sunshine threatening to spill through them.

“Lix … why are you looking at me like that?”

Felix immediately slapped a hand over his face, dissolving the devilish grin he had been sporting seconds before. Minho looked equally as guilty standing beside him, and when Chris stood back and joined his friends, he adopted a similar expression.

“This feels like an auction,” Y/N said awkwardly, looking up at the eight men standing in front of her. “Who are you selling me off to?”

“Don't say weird things,” Jeongin groaned. And then to Chris, “I don't have a water bottle.”

“Take mine,” Chris handed his bottle to him.

Y/N watched as he padded around the room and rummaged around in the small fridge for another one before returning. “Why are you all holding bottles?”

Chris cleared his throat loudly. His lips danced with mischief. “Okay, kids … are we ready?”

A chorus of agreement circled around the room, and Y/N watched with pure confusion as they all stood in different spots in the large empty area in front of her. She stared when Chris quickly slapped something she couldn't quite see in the corner of the room, and when a sudden flurry of disco lights began warping over the furniture, the woman burst into laughter.

“Shh … this isn't funny,” Chris's voice wobbled with the effort of trying to keep in his own laughter as he took up his position again. “Okay … five, six, seven, eight … “

When her friends suddenly started loudly whispering into their water bottles a moment later, Y/N doubled over with mirth. They were singing one of their more hyper songs, but their whispers toned it down so much that Y/N felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from laughing too much at how odd it all was.

When Minho slapped Chris's backside two songs later, mirroring their antics on a normal stage, Y/N choked. They had also ‘changed’ outfits midway, and Y/N felt as though she would soon throw up from how much she was laughing.

“You guys … “ Y/N wheezed, her face in her hands when they finished whispering. “Oh my God … “

“Look, we're so good she's speechless,” Changbin said proudly. “Encore?”

“The disco ball,” Y/N sobbed, wiping her fingers under her wet eyes as another wave of laughter bubbled up inside of her. “Where did you get that?”

“I asked the hotel staff earlier if they had one,” Chris chuckled. “Like it?”

“You're gonna kill me.”

Inhaling deeply, Y/N flopped back against the sofa again, just as another tired giggle left her. She surveyed the men in front of her, each one of them dressed up with bedsheets wrapped around their torsos.

“Those fits are crazy,” Y/N commented. She stared at Chris. “Where's your clothes?”

“Gotta give the VIP special content,” Chris grinned, flexing his muscles. “Whaddya think? You get a personal concert, free of charge.”

“You know what it reminded me of?” Y/N grinned, rubbing her eyes. “Remember that ASMR version of I Am You you guys did back in 2018? None of you could stop laughing.”

Seungmin suddenly groaned, his face falling into his hands. “I forgot about that.”

“Lixy had orange hair,” Y/N commented as Felix dived onto the sofa beside her, his own bedsheet tied around him like a sash. “You gonna give me one more song or what?”

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chansducky10 · 2 months ago

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𝐔𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐊𝐙 (𝟑)

☆ Genre: Crack, fluff, lightly suggestive

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: SKZ

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chansducky10 · 2 months ago

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𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝟒𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

☆ Genre: Crack

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: SKZ

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chansducky10 · 2 months ago

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𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤

☆ Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

☆ Warnings: Mentions of bad family dynamics, anxiety attacks

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.4k

☆ Synopsis: Y/N takes refuge in Chris after a difficult day with her family

She had to get out of here.

Her mind was screaming - pleading - at her to leave, to please, please, please bolt and make a beeline for the door on the other side of the room. The minimal sips of water Y/N had taken almost fifteen minutes ago still churned in the pit of her stomach, almost like an angry sea crashing against the vulnerability of a ship caught in a storm. But Y/N smiled politely regardless of the mayhem rupturing inside of her, the woman's face the picture of innocence and calm, completely betraying the tumultuous weather blooming deeper amongst the webbing of her veins.

She inclined her head. Nodded when necessary. Feigned the perfect upturn of her lips so as not to draw attention to herself. Y/N supposed there were perks, of being the odd one out amongst all of the people here. She was less likely to be made to talk, or pulled into conversations she didn't want. She was left to her own devices, for the most part. But despite the mild positives, the whole situation that had been forced upon her was beyond debilitating; being surrounded by so many laughing faces and so many conversations that were being held without her only enhanced the loneliness she had been accustomed to from early on in her life. It stung, even if she pretended it didn't. She let out a discreet little sigh, and her shoulders drooped just a touch as she averted her gaze from the people around her.

As much as she wanted to, Y/N couldn't just leave. Not for at least another hour or two - It would be considered rude, and incredibly offensive. Even if she was currently being completely ignored … her departure would bring the most attention to her out of anything else she could possibly say or do.

She didn't know why she had let herself believe for a small second that things might have been different this time around. She should have trusted her gut and not come at all; Y/N gulped slowly, swallowing back the beginning prickle of tears that threatened to cloud her vision. She turned a little to the side, hiding her face.

Y/N curled her fingers tighter around her phone, her eyes fluttering shut. Her skin buzzed a moment later, and for the first time that afternoon, Y/N smiled a real smile before she had even read the name spilling across her screen.

Chrissy ♡: How's my baby doing?

Chrissy ♡: Still alive, yeah?

There it was … that brief flicker of light which illuminated the shadows that had begun to creep over the depths of Y/N's mind.

Y/N: Barely

Y/N: Miss you …

Chrissy ♡: I know baby … I miss you more

Chrissy ♡: You come straight home as soon as you can, yeah? Ima be here ready to cuddle you hehe

Chrissy ♡: Been finishing up some work while I wait … thought we could watch a movie when you're back ;)

Y/N: Oh … you have no idea how good that sounds right now

Y/N: Don't work too hard

Chrissy ♡: Well, only because it's YOU telling me not to …

Her heart temporarily slowing to a much calmer speed, Y/N's smile grew. She curled up a little further into herself on her chair, cradling her phone in her fingers as if it was Chris's reassuring palm against hers.

Chrissy ♡: They're not saying anything awful to you, are they?

Chrissy ♡: I mean … the offer to give them all a piece of my mind still stands 🙂

Chrissy ♡: Just say the word and I'll be there

Y/N: It's okay baby

Y/N: Quite frankly they don't even deserve a piece of your mind

Y/N: It's too precious to give away to these people

Chrissy ♡: If you say so …

Chrissy ♡: Sure you don't want me to pick you up?

Chrissy ♡: It's no biggie, really

Y/N: I'm sure.

Y/N: It'd just give them another thing to talk about

Chrissy ♡: 🙂🙂🙂

Y/N: Put that emoji away, old man 😂

Chrissy ♡: 😝

*☆*☆*

“Ooh, you're so cold … “ Chris cooed, his cheek rubbing against Y/N's. “Lemme warm you up.”

Her voice muffled against the soft cotton of his t-shirt as she agreed, Y/N let Chris wrap his strong arms around her. The soft curves of his biceps pulsed and cushioned her head like little pillows, and she giggled as she tucked her face into the little hollow of his throat. A soft whisper of vanilla and deep musk tickled her nose, and Y/N inhaled deeply, her eyes falling shut. He smelled like home - her home - warm and sweet and unique in the way that only his skin could smell

“You smell so good … “ Y/N breathed against his skin. Her lips ghosted over the dip of his collarbone peeking out from the neckline of his tee, and she gently pressed her lips to the soft mole that was there in an adoring kiss.

“You smell better,” Chris squeezed her tight.

“You smell the best.”

Chris smiled. His hand was rubbing in slow circles as he held her securely in his lap, his lips peppering feather light kisses to the crown of her head. “You say that every time.”

“Because it's true,” Y/N giggled. “My favourite smell in the whole entire world.”

The chuckles that escaped him buzzed through his chest and brushed Y/N's cheek. “Weirdo.”

She tipped her head up then, and Chris's hands cupped her face, his eyes immediately softening. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. “My weirdo.”

Her tired face breaking into a large smile, Y/N let herself be pulled further into his embrace. She had her arms looped around Chris's sturdy torso, and her fingers traced faintly over his sides, the grooves of his muscle soft beneath his top. For a while, she stayed like that, letting her breathing regulate as he held her close, his breath stirring her hair, and Y/N was sure she would have fallen asleep if it wasn't for Chris speaking a second later.

“Was it really bad?” Chris asked, his voice scarcely a whisper. “With your family, I mean.”

Y/N swallowed sleepily against him. Her response a gentle hum when she spoke a few moments later. “I don't fit in with any of them. They're so … bitter. All they do is gossip and bitch about everyone else and if I try to talk they talk over me. Like I don't even exist. And then when I stay quiet they have an issue with that too.”

Chris's hand tightened protectively over her shoulder. “Cunts.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed softly. “Cunts.”

“I'm glad you're here now,” Chris whispered. “Don't like when you're over there where they can hurt you. You should have let me come with you.”

At that, Y/N shook her head quickly against his chest. “No. They'd say bad things about you and I don't want that.”

“I don't mind. At least you wouldn't be lonely that way.”

Sitting up, Y/N pouted at him. “No. I hate when people are mean to you … you only deserve good things. Not mean people saying mean things.”

Chris's eyes sparkled. His fingers were soft as he traced the backs of them over Y/N's cheek. “You're so adorable. You know that, right?”

Y/N flushed. She hid her face against the crook of his neck again, relishing in the soothing quality of the vibrations in the man's chest as he laughed under his breath.

As the evening melted into night, Y/N found the day's events flooding out of her and leaving her completely still, her mind calm. Her cheek was nestled against Chris's arm as if it was a heated pillow, his body curled around hers from behind as she lay on her side. His other hand was soft as it traced the slowest of trails up and down the curve of her arm, his chin a steady, comforting weight atop her head. His rhythmic breathing was the only sound to Y/N's ears aside from the show they were watching together on the laptop propped up in front of them.

“Another?” Chris hummed at the end of the third episode, his fingers tickling her shoulder.

Y/N nodded. He smiled against her temple as they waited for it to load, and it was when a third of it had passed did Y/N notice the faint tightness inside her. Just a flutter, right at the pit of her throat.

Brushing it off, Y/N swallowed. It was still there. She swallowed again, deeper this time. The tightness grew. It slowly stretched from the midst of her neck to just above her collarbones until it felt as though something was lodged inside of her. Like a tiny golf ball, stuck at the bottom of her oesophagus; her breathing stuttered, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to swallow again.

The pain that followed was both dull yet sharp. like wood splintering, like thorns prickling against the inside of her skin. Y/N paused mid-inhale; it was suddenly too painful to breathe in, and her breathing became shallow, uneven -

“Baby?” Chris's voice was low. “You okay?”

Y/N's breath stuttered. “Y - yeah … “

At that, Chris frowned. With his arm still resting below her head, the man carefully propped himself up a little, his hand on her shoulder as he peered down at her slightly flushed face. “You don't look okay, baby girl … what's wrong?”

She tried to swallow again in hopes of clearing her throat. “Don't know … ‘s … tight.”

“Tight? Where?”

“Here,” Y/N brushed her fingers over her upper chest. “Hurts … t’ breathe.”

Eyes softening, Chris carefully slid his arm out from beneath her. “Sit up, baby. Here … lean against this.”

He pushed up his cushion, laying it flat against his headboard as he helped Y/N sit up; his hands were as gentle on her arms, adjusting her position and his own so he could sit beside her.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Chris asked quietly, brushing stray strands of Y/N's hair away from her slightly clammy temple. “Chest? Arm?”

Y/N shook her head a little. “Just … here.” She lay a hand flat over the base of her throat.

“Here, sit up straight … “ Chris murmured. “Drop your shoulders, baby. That's it … unclench your jaw.”

“‘S not clenched,” Y/N hiccuped.

Chris's smile was tender. He gently traced his finger back and forth over the softness of her jaw, his heart blooming when he felt it gave way to his slow touch. “Not anymore. Good girl. Does it still hurt to breathe?”

She nodded.

“Take some tiny, shallow breaths,” Chris instructed her. “Go slow … and then deepen them up a little at a time … can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

Nodding again, Y/N did as he said. She inhaled just barely through her parted mouth, letting go of it almost instantly; Chris's hand slid up her side and landed at the top of her back, and his palm was almost burning with heat when he carefully rubbed the slowest of circles there. With the heat from his skin and the soft breaths she took, Y/N's inhales gradually transitioned into deeper ones; the pressure in her throat began to dislodge, and the trembling in her fingers came to a halt.

“There we go,” Chris smiled, leaning forward to kiss her temple. “Does it still hurt?”

Y/N shook her head. “Just … feel shakey. And cold.”

Chris's expression softened. “That's because you were so tense … your muscles must have relaxed now. And you probably had a hot flush, hm? Here … drink this.”

She watched as Chris cracked open the lid of a water bottle and held it out to her.

“Little sips,” Chris instructed. “Don't wanna get all excited.”

Smiling around the lip of the bottle, Y/N took soft sips of the chilled water. It made her shiver, and sighing, Y/N closed the bottle and let her head fall forward and land against the broadness of Chris's shoulder. The man immediately tucked her up into his arms all over again, his hand still sweeping over her back.

“I hated that,” Y/N whispered, gulping a little. “Felt like I was dying.”

“Poor baby,” Chris cooed. “You're not dying … it's just your anxiety, yeah?”

“But I don't feel anxious. I was completely fine.”

“I know, baby. But … you know anxiety is. Even if you're fine in the moment, it can creep up on you if you were anxious earlier on. It's probably all pent up stress from when you were with your family … it just came out now.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering closed. “‘S stupid.”

Chris's body shook slightly as he laughed silently. “Hey, think about it this way … maybe your body needed to get rid of the stress and it felt safe enough now to do it,” Chris hummed.

“That doesn't make sense,” Y/N giggled against him.

“Yeah it does.”

“You just wanna believe that.”

“Mhm. Maybe I do.”

Giggling again, Y/N lifted her head. “I do feel safe with you. So safe I nearly fell asleep before it happened.”

At that, Chris's eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh yeah? And you were teasing me saying I'd be the first one to fall asleep … now look at you.”

“Guilty,” Y/N yawned.

With a growing smile, Chris pulled her closer to him. “Maybe we should leave the rest of that episode for tomorrow. Looks like someone's getting all sleepy again.

Y/N's eyes began to droop again. The world began to turn hazy, and she barely noticed Chris gently laying her down, tucking his duvet around her shoulders.

“Sleep, baby,” Chris whispered against her forehead. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you now, okay? I'm gonna keep you safe all night. You don't gotta worry about anything anymore.”

She was warm - so warm. Chris's body was like a furnace as he cocooned himself around her, almost as though he was using his limbs to shield her from the outside. The gentle strum of his heartbeat seeped into her bones as she settled her cheek against him, and with a few deep breaths, she felt her own heart sync with his. All of the remaining tautness that had coiled itself inside her chest mere moments ago began to slip away, and the last thing Y/N was conscious of was the tender kiss to her nose, before a fuzzy cloud of sleep came and washed over her.

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chansducky10 · 2 months ago

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

☆ Genre: Domestic, crack (TVW SKZ Universe)

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N, Noah, Sky, SKZ

☆ Synopsis: Someone emptied out Chris and Y/N's kitchen ...

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chansducky10 · 3 months ago

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"𝐖𝐲𝐝?"

☆ Genre: Fluff, slight angst

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N

☆ Synopsis: Y/N comforts Chris after a long day

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chansducky10 · 3 months ago

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐥

☆ Genre: Husband Chris x chubby reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

☆ Warnings: Body insecurities, feeling unworthy etc

☆ Characters: Chris, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.4k

☆ Synopsis: Chris comforts his wife and talks her through her insecurities

Beneath her cheek, the soft cotton of Y/N's pillowcase was soaked through with hot tears. It was completely dark where she was huddled up into a tiny ball under the sheets, her hand fisting into the duvet to keep it tucked over her head, blocking out the sunshine spilling through the windows. The tears that spilled out of her bloodshot eyes stung; they burned their way down the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, and she sniffled, her cheek sore when she wiped it against her pillow.

“Baby … “ her husband's voice was sing-songy as he neared the bedroom. “Hmm … where's my girl disappeared off to?”

She didn't bother replying. Instead, Y/N curled up further into herself, dragging the sheets further over her head. She was little more than a small bump in the middle of the bed, and when the door to the bedroom opened, a sudden bubble of amused laughter sprung around the room.

“Aw … what's that under the sheets?” Chris's voice held a playful lilt to it. “Couldn't possibly be my wife … right?”

A split second later, Chris jumped onto the bed; his body was a warm, solid weight atop of Y/N's, and the woman's breath hitched, her eyes filling with fresh tears as he tucked his arms around her over the duvet, wriggling his limbs around in the manner of an excitable pet.

“Mmm … so warm,” Chris giggled, the sheets separating his face from her neck. “Fancy going out? We could go find an ice cream van or something.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N shook her head against her pillow. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke, and she buried her face deeper into the cushion.

“No.”

“No?” Chris repeated. He dropped his head against her shoulder, cuddling her a little tighter. “That's okay. We can stay in and cuddle … wanna watch a movie?”

“No.”

At that, Chris frowned. He propped himself up on an elbow and peered down at his hidden wife, his brows furrowing together. “Baby? You okay?”

She didn't respond. Y/N sniffed instead, and she swiped the back of a fist over her damp undereyes, sinking lower under the duvet. It was stifling now; but she didn't dare move. She couldn't bring herself to face the man who was surely observing every one of her minimal movements.

“What's wrong, baby girl?” Chris's voice had dropped the playfulness from earlier. It was softer now, painfully gentle, and Y/N squeezed her eyes shut even more as she felt the familiar prickle behind them. His hand was tender as it rubbed in slow strokes over her arm, and she couldn't help but recoil, pulling herself away from him.

If Chris was hurt, he didn't show it. He encircled his arms around her again instead, dropping a loving kiss to the duvet where he presumed her head would be.

“Talk to me, baby,” Chris hummed. “What's going on, hmm?”

Wordlessly, Y/N curled her fingers around her husband's phone. She thrust her arm out of the sheets and pushed his phone into the confused man's hand before retreating into her little cocoon.

“Is that my phone? Phone thief … I was looking for that,” Chris chuckled, mildly baffled. He looked down at the screen and smiled, his eyes instantly softening; it was open on a photo of Y/N, one he had taken yesterday when she hadn't been looking. He swiped to the left - there were more, each one featuring his laughing wife, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks glowing under the setting sun.

Chris's heart lurched. God, he thought. That sunset has nothing on her beauty.

“Why did you take those?” Y/N's voice was hoarse, and it snapped Chris out of his momentary daze.

Chris blinked. “What do you mean?”

Y/N gulped. Her lips trembled, and her fingers curled tighter in their fists, nearly piercing the delicate skin of her palms. “I … I look so ugly.”

At that, Chris froze. “Take that back.”

“No.”

“Baby … “

“No. Leave me alone.”

Looking back at his phone, Chris bit his lip. Her broken words had hit him hard; he couldn't stand the idea of anyone saying something negative about his wife. For her to say it about herself … Chris inhaled slowly, his eyes falling shut briefly.

“I won't,” he said softly, his hand going to rest on her shoulder. “You're not ugly, baby girl. Never ever ever. You're so beautiful.”

At that, Y/N finally sat up. The duvet fell off of her and pooled at her hips; her hair clung to her cheeks, her eyes wild with unshed tears and her lips rosy and swollen from where she had been chewing on them. She was wrecked - and yet, even like this, her beauty shone through. Chris's breath hitched - he would have pulled her in for a kiss if it wasn't for the sudden anger and self loathing that warped across her face, robbing him of his thoughts.

“I'm so fat,” she breathed, shoulders heaving. “I … I keep telling myself that I'm not, but … I am. I hate how I look so bad in every photo … like … I look fine in the mirror but then someone takes a photo of me and suddenly I look like the most hideous … troll.”

“No you do not,” Chris said firmly. “Baby … you're so beautiful. I took these photos because I genuinely thought - think - you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on … your weight doesn't change that. It never has, and it never will.”

Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, dripping off of her chin and splattering onto her thighs. “Don't lie to me. How can you even say that? Don't you feel embarrassed because of me?”

“Why on earth would I feel embarrassed of you?”

“Because! You're so … fit. And so insanely handsome … I'm literally the same size as you, but where you're all muscle, I'm all fat. I mean … sometimes I look like I have muscle, but on top of that I'm still so fat … doesn't that put you off?”

Chris swallowed slowly. His eyes had begun to blur. “No.”

“Don't lie,” Y/N repeated, her words breaking off into a shaky whisper. “You … you deserve someone prettier than me. Someone who's on your level. Someone skinny, someone with an actual jawline, someone - “

She was cut off when his lips pressed against hers; her words dissolved on her tongue with the shock of the sudden gesture, and heat seeped into her shivering body. Chris's eyelashes fluttered against her wet skin, like dozens of kisses of their own, and when he pulled away, the heavy buzz that had been circulating around her mind all morning suddenly dimmed.

“Shut up,” Chris whispered, the faintest of smiles toying on his lips. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones with the most tender of touches. “I don't wanna hear anymore. You hear me? I'm not gonna let you talk about the love of my life like that.”

Y/N gulped. “You're deluded.”

“No, baby, I'm not,” Chris leaned forward, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Listen to me baby. You are not ugly. I don't care how much you weigh … you fit perfectly in my arms, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Yeah? I love the softer parts of you … I love your cute little face. I like squishing your cheeks like this - “ the side of his index finger and thumb gently pinched the softness of his wife's cheeks, his eyes lighting up as he did so. “ - And I love your pretty little tummy. You're so perfect to cuddle … “

On cue, the man effortlessly scooped Y/N onto his lap as if she barely weighed more than a small apple. He grinned widely and enclosed his long arms around her torso, holding her tight, bumping his nose against hers. “God, baby … I wish you could see what I could see in you. I don't want anyone else. Only you. All of you”

Y/N's vision swam again as she looked down onto her husband's earnest face. “Even my side profile? I think I have the ugliest side profile.”

“I love your side profile,” Chris hummed. His touch was careful as he cupped her chin, and he turned it to the side a little, peppering the softness of her cheek, her jaw, her neck, with loving, lingering kisses. “Mine.”

She looked at him, her chin wobbling a little. She looked as though she wanted to say something else, but …

“What is it, baby?” Chris pulled her closer.

Y/N looked down. “I look like … like … that fucking pelican in Finding Nemo.”

Chris let out a bark of laughter; he couldn't help it - the sound escaped him with so much disbelief that Y/N couldn't hold back the tiny curve of her lips either.

“Nigel?” Chris wheezed, his fingers curling into the drape of her t-shirt. “Baby … for fuck’s sake. Your imagination is gonna be the death of me - you do not, and I repeat, do not, look like Nigel. Or any pelican for that matter.”

‘But I do,” Y/N whined, dropping her face into her hands in embarrassment. “I saw a picture of him earlier from the side and like … I really do.”

“Baby, you're not a pelican,” Chris's body shook with mirth. “Look at me.”

“No.”

“Baby … come on. Maybe I'm in love with pelicans, hmm?”

Y/N's mouth dropped, just as her hands did. “Are you calling me a pelican?”

“No! You called yourself one,” Chris exclaimed, taking a hold of her hands in his.

“But you're agreeing!”

“I'm not! Look … you don't look like Nigel,” Chris giggled, his hands cupping her face again. “I promise … you don't look like Nigel, or a pelican. You look so beautiful, baby girl.”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks squishing against her husband's playful grip. Her eyes were round as she stared at him, and when Chris's grin widened, she felt the knot in her chest begin to loosen.

“What's gotten into you, hmm?” He asked softly, slipping his fingers into her hair. “You're always so confident in yourself … I love that about you.”

Sniffing hard, Y/N shrugged. “I don't know. I just … wanted to look at the photos on your phone and I saw those and the only thing I could focus on was my double chin when I smile. And … just … I don't know. I feel like it's unfair to you. You've worked so hard to look like you do, and I just … look like this.”

Chris's eyes were pained. But they still held an overwhelming amount of love for her in the depths of the starry black as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“It's not unfair,” Chris whispered. “It's not like you're unhealthy … you're super healthy. And you're so strong - don't forget how you picked me up the other day.”

At that, Y/N started to giggle.

“Look … yes you're a little chubby, but so what? I think you're a healthy size … I love you the way you are. I genuinely do. I like that you're all soft, but if I poke you here - “ he chuckled when she yelped, his finger pressing against her killer stomach “ - I can feel your muscle. You don't have to be thin to be healthy, baby. You can be skinny and be really unhealthy, and you can be bigger and way healthier - size, weight, it doesn't matter. You know that, right? It's how you feel that matters. And hey, scientifically speaking, women are supposed to have a higher body fat percentage than men anyway … you need that extra softness to keep your body working properly, yeah?”

“I know … “ Y/N wiped at her cheek. “But … I'm still the same size as you.”

Chris smiled. “So? Doesn't mean I can't still wrap you up like this … “

She was suddenly cushioned against their bedcovers, Chris's body draped over her like a koala; he really did have an extraordinary talent of making sure his entire surface area was stuck to hers, and with her cheek pressed up against the steady thudding of his heart, Y/N felt the thoughts that had been taking up all the space in her mind slowly trickle away.

She snuggled closer to him, allowing herself to return his bear hug.

“There she is,” Chris hummed, tugging her even closer. “My baby. I love you so much, you know that, right? You're my whole entire world.”

Y/N's eyes swam with more tears. “And you're mine.”

“Don't cry,” the man patted her back, his fingers threading through her hair with his endless tenderness. “Shh … you're too pretty to keep crying. I hate when you're sad … breaks my heart.”

“I'm not sad anymore,” Y/N mumbled against his chest. “I just … feel so … lucky. To have you.”

Chris beamed. He peered down at her, his chest swelling with a sudden burst of unconditional love. “Not as lucky as I am to have you.”

Her lips spreading into a watery smile, Y/N looked up at him. His thumb brushed the remains of her tears away, and she stared into his eyes, a question floating around her own.

Chris started to chuckle. “What, baby?”

Y/N giggled. “Can we … go get ice cream?”

His laughter increasing, Chris nodded. He pulled her flush against his chest first, his hand cradling the back of her head as he hummed in pure contentment.

“Wanna go get food first?” Chris suggested. “We could go get your favourite … “

Y/N's eyes lit up. “That pizza place?”

“Yeah, that pizza place,” Chris grinned. “Even though we just had it yesterday … “

“Hey, I could eat that pizza every single day,” Y/N huffed. “It's so good.”

He only hugged her tighter. “I know. I could watch you eating it everyday.”

Tilting her head up at him, Y/N's eyes suddenly flickered with mischief. “Chris?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you marry me because you had a crush on Nigel?”

“Baby, I swear - “

“Only kidding. Maybe.”

“I married you because I'm in love with you. Not Nigel. Otherwise I'd have married him.”

They were both giggling now, and Y/N looped her arms his neck, grinning against his lips. “I know I brought it up, but … it's strangely reassuring.”

Chris shook his head before closing his lips over hers. “Unbelievable.”

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chansducky10 · 3 months ago

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Rage Rampage

Genre: dad!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: anger issues, self depreciation

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Noah, Sky

Word Count: 2.2k

Y/N yawned, rubbing her eyes as she trudged into the kitchen. The past few days had been dreadful … her husband couldn't sleep because of mountains of pent up anger and stress, and his tossing and turning and constant fidgeting had meant that in return, she couldn't sleep either.

Sky and Noah were sitting around the breakfast bar, quietly watching their father. They both looked as if they didn't know whether to be amused or worried about the way their father seemed to be battling with a cereal box. He was pulling at it in ways he didn't need to be pulling at it, and Noah quietly set his fork down into his plate.

"Just," Chan grunted, tugging at the plastic inside. "Fucking," his knuckles grew white from tugging so hard. "Open!"

He pulled at the packet particularly hard and the box exploded, sending cereal flying across the room and raining down onto the floor. Chan froze, his eyes widening as he realised what he had just done, and he cursed himself inwardly for behaving like such a fool in front of his children.

He gritted his teeth.

Just another fucking issue to add to my list of depreciation, he thought to himself.

Noah and Sky blinked. They didn't say anything … frankly, they had never seen him so angry before. The usually composed man had seemed to disintegrate over the past few days, and even though he seemed angry, he seemed to be suppressing it inside of him with so much effort that it was now starting to trickle out of the seams of his body like water seeping out of a sponge.

Y/N watched the scene unfold quietly. When her seventeen year old son looked up at her in question, his curls spilling into his eyes as he cocked his head to the side, Y/N's shoulders sagged.

She walked over to her husband and gently laid a hand on his arm. Chan had his head hung, staring at the floor as his hands curled into tight fists. Y/N slid her hand down his arm and gently unfurled his fingers. Her eyes widened minutely as she realised his fingernails begun to dig into his palms so hard that the first prick of blood bloomed on his skin.

"Chris," she said softly, holding his hands. "Go sit down. I'll make you breakfast."

Chan shook his head adamantly. "I need to clean this mess up."

"I'll do it," Y/N said, and Chan looked up at her; the expression in his eyes was raw, and one that only she could understand. Her heart shattered further and she gently kissed the backs of his knuckles. "Go sit down."

He looked as though he was about to argue. But thinking better of it, he nodded once and gently squeezed her hand before walking to the counter.

Sky looked up at her father as he sat down between them both. She looked down at her plate; she didn't have much left, but she clumsily scooped pomegranate seeds onto her spoon and held it out to him.

Chan looked exhausted when he looked down at her; but he smiled, and he took the pomegranate from her after kissing her forehead.

"Sorry kids," he said suddenly, ruffling Noah's hair up as Noah looked at him curiously. "Your dad has gone loopy."

Y/N couldn't help but smile from the stovetop. She plated up Chan's omelette and slid the plate across to him, before crouching down to clear the cereal from the floor.

"Why are you loopy, dad?" Noah asks as he swirled his coffee around his cup. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Chan smiled at him; he wasn't sure if that was entirely true. However not wanting to upset his kids further, he made himself believe it was. "I think I need to just … work out some more."

"Didn't you say that yesterday?" Sky asked curiously. "And the day before that? And … the day before the day before that?"

Chan frowned, reaching out to tap her nose with his finger. "Cheeky."

Sky giggled at him. She cuddled into his side briefly before eating the last bit of her breakfast, pushing her plate away when she was done.

"Mama I've finished," Sky said. She then got up and walked over to her mother, signalling for her to lean closer to her.

Curious, Y/N leaned down and let Sky whisper into her ear.

"I think daddy is angry," Sky whispered, making Y/N smile. "Take him to a rage room."

At that, Y/N's eyebrows shot up her forehead. She smiled down at her daughter and kissed her cheek. "That's actually a very good idea."

"I know," Sky said proudly before running off.

From the counter, Chan raised a curious eyebrow at his wife.

Y/N smiled.

*☆*☆*

"Here," Y/N handed out a pair of heavy duty goggles to her husband. He looked like an eccentric deep sea diver with the protective gear he was wearing, and she hid a smile as he secured the goggles over his head.

"I look stupid," Chan muttered, looking down at himself in distaste.

Y/N stepped forward and cupped his face. "You look beautiful. Now go … go smash some shit."

Chan chuckled. Sky and Noah watched with quiet amusement as their father entered one of the rage rooms, the door shutting behind him with a loud bang.

"You should film him," Noah said to his mother. "Tease him with it later."

Sky giggled at that, high-fiving her grinning brother.

"I should," Y/N smiled as she watched her husband from the door's little window. He was stomping around like a cartoon character, his brows deeply furrowed and his limbs awkward and rigid. It was as though he didn't know how to start, and Y/N had to stifle a bubble of laughter that was threatening to rise up inside of her. "But it might make him angry again."

"Why is he angry, mummy?" Sky asked curiously. "Did you do something?"

"No," Y/N laughed, wrapping an arm around Sky's shoulders. "Your father is just … he has a lot on his plate."

"Like what?"

"Well," Y/N thought hard for a moment, wondering how she could explain things to her children without making them worry. "He's been very stressed with work lately, which has made him workout more … and when he works out more he becomes careless and ends up injuring himself which then means he can't work out until he's better, which makes him even more stressed," Y/N rambled. "On top of that he's worrying about not being a good enough father for you two."

"That's bullshit," Noah scowled, and when Y/N frowned at him, he said "I mean, that's stupid. He's always been the best dad … I don't think there's anything he can do to be better, you know?"

"I know," Y/N smiled sadly, ruffling Noah's curls. "Your dad is just a big overthinker … he always has been." Then she added with a wink, "Don't tell him I told you this. He hates when you guys worry about him."

"Poor daddy," Sky pouted. She looked up at her mother with ideas sparkling in her eyes like stars. "Maybe we should make a PowerPoint presentation. Of all the things we love about him."

At that, both Y/N and Noah burst into laughter. Sky grinned happily at their reaction as she peered into the window. She watched as her father managed to smash an old microwave to smithereens against a wall.

"I wouldn't like to be that micro," Noah grimaced. "I know some people who would, though."

Y/N stared at him and he shrugged.

"People used to comment weird things on his videos," Noah elaborated, making his mother snort with remembrance. "Something about how they wanted him to step on him and - "

"Okay, Noah Bahng, I get the message," Y/N cut him off just as Sky looked at them both in bewilderment.

"Why would someone want to be stepped on?" She asked incredulously. "People are weird."

Noah and Y/N giggled at that as they continued to watch Chan smash things to pieces. He seemed to be having the time of his life for a while, yelling as he turned things into dust. Things were smashed against the walls, banged against the floor and shattered into smithereens before Chan suddenly sank to the ground. He yanked his goggles off and threw them against the wall.

Y/N's eyes softened when she saw him drop his head into his hands. She could briefly make out the slight tremble of his shoulders and she smiled sadly before turning to his children.

"I think I saw a vending machine somewhere over there," she said, digging a few coins out of her pocket. She pressed them into Sky's hand before Sky ran off, and Y/N nodded to Noah with a smile. "Go see she doesn't get lost, okay?"

Noah nodded and obediently slipped off after his sister.

Pulling open the door of the room, Y/N slipped inside. Her husband was a tiny heap amongst the rubble and disintegrated items, his forehead against his knees as he rocked back and forth. She sighed, her heart breaking for him as she crouched down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulders.

"It's okay," she whispered, gently rubbing the man's back. "It's okay, my love. Let it all out."

Quiet sobs escaped the man's mouth as he dropped his head against his wife's chest. He was mumbling things that Y/N couldn't understand, and when she peered down to look at him, she noticed the small cut near his eyebrow that was bleeding quite quickly despite the size of it.

"You're bleeding, Chris," Y/N hummed.

"I am?" Chan looked up; he then realised he couldn't see the side of his face and he started to chuckle at his own stupidity. "Oh."

Giggling at him, Y/N pulled out a packet of tissues from her bag. She slid one out and took the man's face in her hands before tenderly dabbing at his wound; she couldn't help but realise how the tense angle of his shoulders had melted into soft curves again, and she smiled.

Perhaps this really was what he needed.

"I feel so stupid," Chan sniffed, his eyes shut. "I wasn't planning on crying."

"Well, that's okay," Y/N gently smoothed a plaster over his temple. "I think crying is pretty common after letting all your pent up stress out like this."

Smiling up at her suddenly, Chan leaned closer to kiss her cheek. "I really am a terrible husband, huh?"

"No," Y/N immediately tutted. "You're not a terrible husband for feeling emotions. You were just trying to do your best … you're the best husband, idiot."

Chan chuckled, wiping the back of his hand over his eyes. "I don't feel like it. I should be the one looking after the kids … not acting like a kid in front of them."

Sighing, Y/N slid her arms around her husband. She hugged him tightly, and she kissed his forehead when she felt him sink into her with exhaustion.

"Parents aren't supposed to be perfect, my love," Y/N murmured as she patted his back. "Parents are allowed to make mistakes. And we're also allowed to feel angry or upset … we're allowed to struggle. It doesn't make you a bad parent, or a bad husband. It makes you human."

She felt hot tears seeping into the fabric of her shirt at that, and Y/N squeezed him a little more as she rested her cheek against the top of his head. "You're a good man, Christopher Bahng. And we all love you … I promise."

Chan was crying hard now, his sobs shuddering against Y/N's body. He buried his face into her chest and she held him, gently cupping his head and patting his shoulders as he finally fully let go of all the negative emotions that were eating up at him for the past few weeks. Just when he thought he was done, more tears flooded out of Chan, and he gripped onto the sides of Y/N's jacket with anguish as he did her best to comfort him.

"Don't keep bottling up all your emotions, baby," Y/N murmured after a while. "You don't have to hide the way you're feeling around us. You know … the kids wouldn't think you any less of a man if you did that. In fact I think they'd be pretty happy their father trusted them enough to be vulnerable in front of them."

When Chan pulled away finally, Y/N cupped his face. She gently brushed his tears away and kissed his red nose. "Or at least don't hide it from me. Okay?"

Chan nodded. He giggled shyly all of a sudden and looked up when Y/N stood up. He took her extended hand and let her pull him to his feet, dusting off the rubble from his behind.

A short while later, Chan had stepped out of his rage room clothes. Sky and Noah were eating bars of chocolate when he left the room, and the man smiled as he looked down at them both.

Sky pulled out a slightly melted bar of chocolate from her pocket and pushed it into her father's pocket.

"Don't step on me, daddy," she said randomly, making Y/N's mouth drop open in comical disbelief. "I am not one of your fangirls."

"What?" Chan asked nervously, staring at his daughter. "What are you talking about, Ky?"

Sky shrugged just as Noah sighed, slowly shutting his eyes.

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