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Get You The Moon | c.bc

...pairing...bangchan x reader

...w.c...1.7k

...genre...fluff\comfort

...warnings...(mentions of mental health | depression\burnout)

...characters...Y/N, Chan, HanJi, mentions of the rest of SKZ

...synopsis...having mental health issues are bad, especially when you don't want to burden anyone, especially your boyfriend. But he already knows something is wrong and he's there to help you through

...a/n... Knowing how I am, personally...I thought that some of you might need a little comfort especially if you' re going through a hard time. I hope you all enjoy <3 and if you ever need anyone to talk to but you want strict confidentiality or you don't feel comfortable talking to those in your life, I will be here- feel free to DM me

-published: 21.08.23-

This is a pure work of fiction

<3 The suffocating feeling of your thoughts weighed more than you could bear at this moment. The thoughts that plagued your mind were buzzing up a headache. He had always told you to come to him if you were struggling. That he would rather hear from you and hear about your struggles than hear you were struggling and he wasn't there. Every thought that was crossing your mind was like a dart that was itching to hit the bullseye to get you to snap...to break down and each time they were getting closer to pushing you over the edge and into a deep pit you didn't even dig for yourself.

Genre: Dad!Chan, fluff, crack

Warnings: None

Request: No

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Noah, Sky

Word Count: 1.6k

"Okay, what's on your lists, kids?" Y/N asked as she pushed the trolley into the stationary aisle.

"I need paper and pens and a pencil case and erasers and a calculator and a geometry set and a lunchbox and a backpack and a - "

"Alright baby," Y/N smiled, patting her daughter's head. Sky grinned up at her, her piece of paper a crumpled mess in her hands.

Y/N prepared herself mentally for a split second as they neared the office supplies before Sky started jumping up and down and rushing towards the colourful stacks of rubbers on one shelf.

Y/N smiled. She shook her head as she followed her daughter, Noah slow behind her and Chan in a completely different aisle altogether.

"Where's your father gone?" Y/N asked, peering around Noah's tall frame. "Honestly … if he's still in the tech aisle - "

"I wasn't," Chan appeared behind her with a chuckle. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her shoulders briefly before grinning. "Well. Maybe I was."

"Just get the drone, dad, you've been drooling over it the last five times we were here," Noah drawled, stifling a yawn. "Man … I really need some coffee."

Chan rubbed the nape of his neck. "It's really expensive. Maybe another time."

Noah squinted at him. "Dad, you can afford the drone. You can literally afford anything you want … you just don't want to get things for yourself."

"It's not that," Chan groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "I just … need to think about it some more. I could use my money for better things, you know? Like you kids."

He was distracted when Noah yawned again, the impact of it so immense that the boy's eyes started to water. It made Chan burst into laughter and he slung his arm around his son's shoulder.

"Didn't you sleep?" Chan asked him.

Noah side eyed. "Did you?"

Chan smiled. "I'll buy you coffee once we've finished shipping."

Noah perked up at that. He then jumped when Sky squealed particularly loudly; the ten year old was pulling something off of a hook and ran up to her parents with excitement.

"Look!" She held it out to Y/N. "I need these."

Grinning at the smile on her daughter's face, Y/N surveyed the packet Sky had brought her. It was a set of novelty erasers in a lively array of greens and yellows and pinks. Each one was shaped into a tiny frog or a lily pad, and when Y/N saw Sky's wide eyes over the top of the packet, she had no other choice.

She placed them into the trolley, Sky jumping up and down in excitement as she ran to another section of the aisle.

"Sky and her frogs," Chan shook his head fondly. He turned to Noah. "Don't you have anything you're crazy about? Some wallabies, maybe? A wombat? What else starts with a 'W' … ah, whales?"

"What's up with the Ws?" Noah blinked, making his father laugh. "I like … black."

Chan wrinkled his nose at him. "What sort of an animal is a black? Love, do you know what a black is?"

Y/N snorted. "Shouldn't you know?"

"You like black just as much as me, dad," Noah said. He spotted a notebook and grabbed it; it was completely plain, a basic black ring binder, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh as Sky brought a notebook too.

Pale pink and covered in a comical frog print, it was completely the opposite of her brother's choice.

"I need a few more," Noah said, picking out two more of the same notebooks as his mother nodded. He cocked his head to the side, slightly alarmed. "Ky, what is that?"

Sky was giggling; she was holding what looked like a large mushroom toy. Only, there was a zip around it, and when she pulled at it, it revealed a large empty capacity inside.

"A pencil case! Mama I want this … these froggies can live inside it," Sky said, pointing to her erasers. "I think I'm done."

Chan raised an eyebrow. "What about pens? Pencils? What are you supposed to use those erasers for, baby?"

Sky's eyes widened. "Daddy, I'm not going to use these erasers … they're my friends!"

Noah slapped a hand over his face. He turned towards the pen section and retrieved a single black pen.

He placed it into the trolley.

Y/N sagged against the side of a shelf. "Lord have mercy. Ky … find some things you're actually going to use otherwise you'll really struggle on the first day. Noey … where on earth are you going to get with a single pen?"

Noah stared at the pen shelf. He grabbed another and placed it beside the first one.

"Why don't you get a few more, love?" Y/N said, rubbing her temples. "What if you lose one? What if someone needs to borrow one? What if one stops working? Maybe you should just get a multi-pack."

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you think you're maybe … overthinking?"

"No, I'm being serious," Y/N rolled her eyes. "I had loads of pens in school and I still managed to end up needing to buy more."

Chan suddenly chuckled, sliding his arm around his wife. "Remember when you drew on Changbin? I remember thinking you had more pens than I'd ever seen in my life."

"You were watching?" Y/N asked, surprised. She remembered him sitting at the table with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as she drew on Changbin's skin … whenever she looked up, he was looking away.

"Secretly," Chan said. "It was satisfying, watching you draw. And also a little annoying?"

"Annoying?"

"You were touching one of my friends on his bare arm … maybe I was a little jealous," Chan laughed suddenly, his nose and his ears turning pink.

Noah watched his parents quietly; neither of them seemed to realise that they were blushing like teenagers in the middle of a large retail store.

He sighed. He was too tired for this.

"Can we please hurry up?" Noah grumbled, interrupting his parents. "You're both cute and gross but I'm actually falling asleep."

Embarrassed, Chan clapped his hand onto Noah's shoulder. "Yes. Sorry, kiddo. Ky, baby have you chosen your things yet?"

Sky was juggling a small pile in her arms; she wadded over to the trolley and dumped it inside, Y/N blinking at the loud colours.

"What are you going to do with all of these paperclips, baby?" Y/N asked, picking up a pot of coloured metal.

Sky shrugged. "They just look nice."

"Okay, how about you only pick out things you're actually going to use, hmm? The more things you pick out the heavier your bag will be … and trust me, having a heavy bag is not a fun experience," Y/N said gently. "If you need paperclips in the future we can come back and get these … deal?"

Sky nodded. "Okay mama."

She ran off with the pot again and placed it onto the shelf before running back. "Can I get highlighters, mama?"

Y/N's lips twitched. She supposed highlighters were handy for studying … "Go on then."

After a short while, Sky and Noah had finally managed to compile their own sets of stationary for school; ninety five percent of Noah's was black, while Sky's was either pink or green. Chan had no idea that Sky had managed to slip the drone he had been eyeing under the pile when he wasn't looking, and Noah was suddenly excited; he couldn't wait to see the look on his father's face when they got home.

"Here you go," Chan said, digging notes out of his wallet. He handed them over to the cashier with a smile while Y/N quickly placed the bags into the trolley. "And here's the two dollars."

Y/N smiled as Chan closed his wallet again. She winked at her children as she took the receipt before Chan could, and the four of them walked out of the store.

"Okay, coffee for Noey, do you two want anything?" Chan asked as he slipped into the passenger's seat.

"I don't," Sky said.

"I want coffee too," Y/N grinned, and Chan shook his head with a smile as he reversed out of the parking lot.

Once they were home, Sky raided the bags for her new items; Noah, on the other hand, reached for the box for his father. He grinned as he took it to the man who was in the kitchen, his head in the fridge.

"Dad?" Noah said.

"Yeah?" Chan asked, his fingers drumming on the door of the fridge.

"Turn around," Noah snorted.

"Why?" Chan asked as he turned; his eyebrows furrowed as his gaze landed on the black box. Suddenly realising what it was, his eyes widened dramatically and he gasped, the fridge door banging shut.

"Mum got it for you," Noah said as Chan took the box. "She said you can't refuse it or she'll kick you in the ba - "

Noah was cut off when Chan squealed very loudly; it was a sound scarily similar to Sky's, and Noah couldn't help but start to laugh at his father's reaction.

"You guys are bad," Chan sighed, though a large smile painted his lips as he stroked the box in awe. "Did you really get this? For me?"

"No, we got it for the binman," Noah rolled his eyes, making his father laugh. "Obviously it's for you."

Giggling, Chan set the box down on the kitchen counter before attacking his son in a hug. Noah groaned in protest; he patted Chan on the arm as the older man continued to squeeze the life out of him.

"Mum, can you come and get your husband?" Noah huffed, trying to wriggle out of Chan's grasp. "Oh my God. Dad."

Chan grinned wider. He rubbed his nose against Noah's cheek, Noah sighing and giving up as he slumped against his father's arms.

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genre/au: fluffy romance, suggestive; childhood friends to lovers pairing: lee minho x fem reader word count: 2.6k warnings: suggestive, mild swearing, mention of body dysmorphia a/n: for mica. minho… what lovely boyfriend material.         remember: to make a writer’s day, reblog the fics you read! <3

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“Hey, bun,” Minho sounded a little breathless on the other end of the line. “We’re almost done the deck, wanna come over?”

“Really? Damn, Min, you guys are fast,” you replied, genuinely awed. “Didn’t you just start last weekend?” 

There was no need for formality between the two of you, not anymore. No need for a greeting, no “How’ve you been?” You knew how the other had been. That was what happened when you’d known each other for most of your lives and talked every day.

Minho was your middle school crush, always attached to your hip and giggling through those slightly overlarge front teeth as you kicked your legs off the edge of his old treehouse. That had quickly turned into your high school crush, the two of you less frequently attached at the hip and far less sure of yourselves. It hadn’t helped that Minho had started dancing, quickly bonding with his fellow dancers and seemingly melting away into the studio more often than not. And then you’d gone to college at the same university, where you realized, Shit, it’s been ten years and now I’m in love with him. 

Minho during college had driven you mad. He majored in dance, of course. Sometimes you got lunch together, sometimes you just met at the center of campus on the lawn and chatted. Sometimes, one of his friends tagged along and you noticed how their eyes followed his every move. You didn’t have a chance in hell. Not you with your bag stuffed full of books, hands smudged with ink from the random plot lines jotted down during astronomy. Not you with your body decidedly not lean and sleek like his dancer friends’ but just a bit squishy in ways you’d come to hate.

How could you compare? How could someone like him—popular, stunning, smart, and kind—want someone like you?

But Minho kept coming back to you, just like a cat who roamed far and wide yet still knew where its home was. That much, at least, you could be sure of and you’d long ago decided you’d take what little time and attention you could. And damn it, you were still definitely in love with him.

Genre: husband!Chan, fluff, crack

Warnings: suggestive

Request: no

Member: Chan

"No wait, wait, I have a better one," Chan scrolls excitedly through his phone, leaning closer to his wife.

Their friends are scattered around their living room, some hanging off of the armrests of the sofas, some lounging on the floor; they watch in various levels of amusement and interest as their favourite couple shoot dreadful pick up lines at each other.

"You're so hot," Chan giggles to himself as he reads the words off of his screen. "That my zipper is falling for you."

Mixed with a disappointed cry and a shriek of laughter, Y/N drops her face into her hands. She shakes her head as her husband continues chuckling, his face scrunched up in delight.

"That was horrible," Y/N groans through her fingers. "That was so, so bad."

Her response makes Chan giggle even more and he wraps his arms around his wife. "Your turn."

From the other side of the sofa, Seungmin snorts. "Please tell me you have something better than this grandpa."

"Hey!" Chan laughs, his eyes wide. "Stop calling me that, Seungmin. I am not that old."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. He sips his iced Americano unenthusiastically, though he smiles around his straw.

"You're half fifty-two," Seungmin says, matter of fact as always. "Don't lie to yourself."

Chan shuts his eyes and his lips press into a thin, defeated smile. He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, blinking in an exaggeration manner. "Lord give me strength."

"Yeah, old people need a lot of strength."

Reaching across the sofa, Chan grabs a laughing Seungmin and slaps him hard on his behind, twice. The other boy yelps as he gives up struggling, and he lays there like a dead fish as Chan collapses ontop of him.

"Behave," Chan tells Seungmin, who rolls his eyes so hard that his eyes momentarily become white.

Seungmin mutters under his breath as Chan moves away again, going to attack his wife with his cuddles instead.

"Okay," Y/N giggles, stopping her scrolling on her phone. "I've got one. Ready?"

"Hit me."

"I'm not into watching sunsets, but I'd love to see you go down," Y/N smirks as Chan's mouth drops open - the man bursts into astonished laughter, and he grabs the nearest cushion before burying his red face into it.

He screams into the cushion, wriggling around on the sofa as Minho barks with demonic laughter at his reaction.

"That was way better than his," Minho says. He shovels popcorn into his mouth from a large bowl, almost the size of a small bathtub. Jisung sits beside him, head on his shoulder, drowning in an extremely oversized grey hoodie. A tired but happy expression paints his face as he watches his friends.

Minho shoves popcorn into Jisung’s mouth too.

"No I have an even better one," Chan leans back against the sofa again, his ears bright red. "Are you an eco-friendly kind of girl? I've a condom in my pocket that expires tomorrow … wanna help me use it?"

The entire room screeches. Jeongin screams, Felix roars, Hyunjin face plants the nearest wall - Minho freezes, his hand midway to his mouth as he stares with disgust at Chan.

Y/N on the other hand, despite herself, blushes. She bites her lip and grins, a bubble of laughter escaping from her mouth.

"That wasn't … all bad," Y/N admits. She clears her throat as Chan leans closer, his knowing smile plastered onto his face as he rests his chin on her shoulder.

"Oh? You liked that one?" Chan asks provocatively - he presses closer to her, the sheer warmth of his bare torso burning through her t-shirt.

"Oh fuck off," Y/N groans, pushing him away. They're both laughing now, and to the dismay of all their friends, Chan grabs Y/N's face and plants a huge kiss onto her mouth.

Changbin makes sappy noises in the background as Chan gets a little too carried away; his tongue licks over Y/N's bottom lip and Y/N gasps against him, her eyes widening in shock despite the wave of lust flooding through her.

"What are you doing?" She hisses, kicking out at her husband. "They're all watching!"

"Yes, thank you Y/N," Seungmin grumbles. He glares at Chan, shooting lasers into the grinning man's back. "First he's naked, then he decides to make out with our best friend on the sofa that we're all sitting on. Next he'll be doing something else involving that eco friendly condom."

The room bursts into satisfied laughter. Hyunjin claps his hands so energetically as he laughs that he accidently misses his hand and ends up banging his wrist on the coffee table; he howls and Seungmin starts cackling at him, the other man holding his wrist in dramatic pain.

From Y/N's other side, Felix chuckles. "I don't know, I think they're actually cute. They don't hide how in love they are and it's adorable."

Seungmin softens at Felix’s statement. "True. But that doesn't mean I want to see it."

Chan chuckles. "Seungmin, I love you."

Seungmin groans. He rolls his eyes. "I hate you."

Grinning happily at him, Chan turns back to his wife. "It's your turn again."

"Alright," Y/N giggles. She turns her phone on again and scrolls until she comes to one that makes her laugh so hard that she nearly falls off if the sofa.

"What?" Chan asks in amusement. He laughs when she slides onto the floor, and he follows suit. "What's so funny?"

"I don't think I want babies," Y/N breathes, looking straight into her husband's eyes. "But I wouldn't mind refining my baby making technique with you."

Chan immediately falls face first onto the ground; he fake cries loudly into the rug, his muscles pulsing as his body shudders with laughter.

Somewhere in the background, Jeongin emits another dolphin scream.

"Are you sure this game is a good idea?" Changbin asks. "Chan dies everytime he hears a pick up line."

"I'm fine," Chan mumbles into the ground. "I'm great. I'm really, really fine."

Y/N snorts. She tugs at the back of his hair playfully, giggling when he groans. "Are you sure?"

Chan sits back up; his hair is dishevelled and frizzy, his chest pink and matching his ears but he nods, smirking at her. "I've a better one."

"Oh no."

Chan clears his throat. "Are you a car? Because I could drive you all day."

"Feel the adrenaline, acceleration," Jisung suddenly yells, and the room erupts into laughter all over again. Chan can't help but splutter with laughter too and he drops his head down onto Y/N's shoulder, the girl shaking against him.

"You're a menace," Y/N giggles, and she wraps her arms around him. She squeezes him tightly, the man laughing into the crook of her neck. "A complete menace."

Chan grins up at her. He leans his forehead against hers, their faces both flushed and sporting huge grins that shine in the dim lighting of their living room. "Is your name Winter? Because you'll be coming soon."

Snorting under her breath, Y/N shuts her eyes. She's aware that the other boys are watching them carefully, but with the way her husband is staring at her, she barely even cares anymore.

"Roses are red," she giggles, and Chan suddenly laughs back as if he knows where this is going. "Violets are fine … you be the six, i'll be the nine?"

With an agitated Seungmin and Minho grumbling about disgusting couples in the background, Chan nods against her with a stupidly large grin. "Deal."

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“lix, go home.” chan’s voice breaks through the fog in felix’s mind, startling him from his slumped position against the mirror in the dance studio. 

he just grunts in response, relaxing against the cool floor again. he blinks bleary eyes up at chan when he moves over to nudge a toe against his leg, attempting at a glare but just looking tired and dreary instead. he coughs gently into his elbow, wincing at the spike of pain it sends through his chest, and sighs as he deflates into a lump. 

“i’m calling y/n,” chan says, getting an approving nod from minho. felix was never the type to put his burdens on others, hence why he was suffering through practice instead of relaxing while he was sick. you’re the only one that can usually get through to him, since pleasing you ends up overriding any other plans that he has. 

“hi, honey,” your voice is pressed against his ear suddenly, making him jump again. “i’m coming to get you okay? and then i’m going to feed you some soup and we’re going to lay down and cuddle a bit. sound good?”

“mm, yeah,” he says, voice slurring a bit. “sounds good, baby.”

you hear a of course he agrees first try with y/n from one of the boys, but you roll your eyes fondly. felix always caves to your will, he can’t resist you.

it takes you about an hour to make your way to the studio and back with him, half of which was spent convincing him that he didn’t need to be at practice and that yes, hyunjin would teach him what he missed when he was better and no, chan would not be upset with him leaving considering he was the one who told him to leave in the first place. he’s shivering in the passenger seat of your car and you turn up the heat just for him, even though it was making you sweat a bit. you’re just as sensitive to his needs as he is for yours, even if you’re not as vocal about it.

you sit him down on the couch as soon as you walk through the doors, tutting at him when he tries to get up to take a shower. he barely danced at practice and the sweat lining his brow is from his fever, not exertion. it takes three times of you cooing at him that it will just come back right after for him to finally settle down into the cushions with a tired sigh.

he eats the soup you heat up for him without fanfare, thankfully; you didn’t know if you could handle toddler-lix refusing to sip the salty broth today. the cold medicine was a bit trickier, he pouts and refuses to open his lips, but your offer to reward him with a kiss if he took it all worked like a charm. 

he immediately snuggles into your side when you sit next to him, offering drowsy commentary as you decide what to put on to watch. his arm loops around yours, fingers wrapped around your forearm lightly like he’s trying to prevent you from escaping his space. by the time you decide on an old anime you found on netflix, he’s dozing off into your shoulder, small snores escaping him in between little unconscious sniffles. he nuzzles into your shoulder when you move and he snuggles farther into you - the heat from his fever riddled body is better than any blanket you could drape across yourself.