BANG CHAN ♡ VICTORY SONG MANIAC ENCORE IN JAPAN
Cosimo Galluzzi

izzy's playlists!

⁂
Sade Olutola
almost home

@theartofmadeline
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
h
trying on a metaphor
Peter Solarz

shark vs the universe

PR's Tumblrdome
wallacepolsom
todays bird
Cosmic Funnies

ellievsbear

roma★


seen from France

seen from Mauritius
seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
@stqrylaww
BANG CHAN ♡ VICTORY SONG MANIAC ENCORE IN JAPAN

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
bangchan sfw alphabet
genre: fluff (with elements of crack, angst)
word count: 2.9k
warnings: suggestive??
requested?: no
song rec: superheroes by the script
pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3
skz reaction to there s/o have lots of tattoos (fluff pls) 🫶💕
stray kids reaction to their s/o having tattoos
genre: fluff
warnings: none
please like and reblog if you enjoy <33
bangchan
he would LOVE your tattoos. will spend forever and ever tracing his fingers of tattooed skin with a sparkle of admiration glimmering in his eye, a fond smile on his face. it's as if each day he's seeing them for the very first time, finding something new to appreciate about the way they look. in short, he lives them very much <3
minho
if you haven't gotten a cat tattoo he will express his deep and earnest disappointment. because... he just be like that. but seriously, he loves your tattoos. likes it when you show them off too instead of covering them up. he wants them to be ✨free✨, yk? finds himself staring at them and then denying it if you catch him out on it. he just thinks they're hella pretty!
changbin
it's the times when you're working out with him and your tattoos are on full display that he just melts inside. usually it wouldn't phase him but damn seeing you like this makes his mind wander to other things... thinks your tattoos are really sexy and will tell you every day without fail. with love a consistent king 🙌
hyunjin
he likes tattoos. admires them like pieces of artwork. because that's what they are to him. on your skin, they are art. he loves the freedom of expression and the different mediums of expressing oneself. the fact you found that through your tattoos makes him love and admire you even more. he likes knowing why you got them. the stories behind them. the deep meanings. everything.
han
thinks your look cool and badass and hot and loves your tattoos so much EEEEEEEEEE. you make him wanna get a tattoo so badly (he's kind of a wimp tho so it will take a lot of persuading and reassurance). just loves the way your tattoos look and tends to stare at them when he phases out and goes into a little daze. you let him look because, ay, what's the harm?
felix
before yall started dating, he was super intimidated and super attracted to you all at once. you're definitely the type he would want to get to know. and now that he had you? he can't help but tell you how awesome and cool he thinks your tattoos are. he wants to know why you get them and if you were going to get any more. may even give you some ideas for your next one!
seungmin
loves to absent-mindedly traces his fingertips along the designs of your tattoos when you guys are cuddled up to each other, staring at them, looking deep in thought. if you question him he will reply with a 'huh?', not even raising his head as he continues to stroke your designs. just loves how they look against your skin.
jeongin
definitely the type to get matching tattoos. like, that's just his thing. he has to. you like tattoos. and he likes you. it's a win-win situation! he thinks your tattoos are cool and pretty and wants to join in on the fun himself. he appreciates them as being a sort of... fashion statement, in a way. a definite way to express yourselves.
a tmi (b.c)
hello, hello! i hope you all are doing okay 🩷 i thought of this idea a little bit ago, and it's pretty short. i don't think it's that good either, but i still wanted to share it!! basically, you come home to chan walking around naked 🫢
~
You smile to yourself as you stare out the window. It feels so surreal that you're living with Chan now. The two of you have been dating for a little over three years when he asked if you wanted to get a place together.
The taxi you're in pulls up to your apartment building, stopping completely before parking the vehicle. “Do you need help, Miss?” He asks you, glancing into the backseat.
“I'm okay, thank you!” You tell him, grabbing the bags of groceries. You exit the vehicle, leaning down again. “Thank you again! Have a wonderful night.”
He waves to you before taking off. You adjust the bags in your hands, walking up the steps of your building. It takes almost five minutes to get to your apartment door.
You set your bags down so you can retrieve your house key. You grab all the bags with one hand while opening the door. You gently shut the door behind you and bring the groceries into the kitchen.
“Chan? Baby, I'm home,” you call out into the quiet apartment. You begin putting stuff away, humming to yourself.
By the time you're done, Chan still hasn't come to greet you. You call his name once more, walking towards your shared bedroom. You halt your footsteps upon hearing the bathroom door open.
Chan walks out completely naked, causing your eyes to widen. You gasp pretty loudly, startling the man in front of you. You cover your eyes with your hands, feeling the tips of your ears burn.
“Y/N! You scared me, baby,” Chan laughs, his hand pressed against his heart.
You blush, standing still in the middle of the hallway. “You're… you're naked,” you stutter over your words, keeping your eyes covered.
Your boyfriend chuckles, and you can hear him come closer. His hands gently wrap around your wrists, pulling your hands away. “Baby, we've been dating for three years. You've seen me naked before,” he tells you with a raised brow, amusement in his eyes.
“Yeah, but–” You pause, finding your gaze trailing down his torso.
Chan moves one of his hands to your face, lifting your chin before you're able to see his mmh. You swallow thickly, looking into his dark eyes. He smirks at you, tapping your chin with his thumb.
“Do you want me to put clothes on, baby?” He asks, tilting his head a bit. He leans forward, placing feathery kisses on your cheek. “I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I'm not… I'm not opposed to you walking around completely nude,” you mention while resting your hands on his pecs. “I'm just confused as to why you're naked.”
Chan laughs, removing his hand from your face to rub the back of his neck. “If I'm completely comfortable, I like to not wear anything,” he confesses with flushed cheeks.
“Did you do this at your old apartment? With the boys?” You ask him, surprised by his confession. You never would've guessed this from him. Especially with the way he'll get shy with compliments.
He nods his head and starts to walk into your bedroom. You bite your lip as your eyes glance down to his ass, internally groaning.
“Baby, I'm okay with you not wearing clothes,” you reassure him, watching your boyfriend slowly put on sweatpants.
“Are you sure?” Chan asks, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.
You nod your head, tucking some hair behind your ear while standing between his spread legs. “Of course. I'm grateful that you're that comfortable around me,” you giggle, resting your forearms on his shoulders. “I just never expected that from you.”
Chan laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I'm full of surprises, baby,” he smirks and tugs your body closer to his.
~
tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Christopher Bang Chan
Summary ~ More of my delulu little ideas on paper for Bang Chan (or just dating head cannons I have for Christopher Bang Chan)
A.N. - I wouldn’t say Channie is my bias in Stray Kids but I do know I love him with my whole heart and he deserves so much love and care
A.N. 2 - this was the first of the group I wrote for and I got lost in my feels and I actually cried a bit I love him and they kind of jump from topic to topic lmao
A.N. 3 - I KNOW CHAN IS ON DELULU STAYS ABOUT FANFIC AND SHIT AND IF I EVER GET CAUGHT BEST KNOW I AM SIMPLY POOFING FROM EXISTENCE
————————————————————
Baby, Babygirl are names I know many many people agree on him calling you and I honestly hated the name until I truly thought about him
Swings your attached hands when walking and would make you do spins by lifting his hand sometimes or would swing your hands over your shoulder so he’s resting his arm on your shoulder and pulls you to his side
He would hold you by your hips a lot
Would move you by your hips too, like when he would try to scoot behind you to get something he would just lift you by your hips and place you beside him as he passes by
Overall loves to lift you
Every so often he would lift you from the bed to the car
You’re shifted so your facing him while sitting and he’s holding your hand
Would play soft music and in the soft atmosphere you two would whisper to not shatter the silence
Pulls out a blanket from the back seat and cover you while you slowly drift in and out
Parks the car at a quaint location, perfect sky view
Carries you bridal style to the trunk and sets you on the bed of pillows and blankets
He lays on his back and tucks you into his left side, head on his shoulder/neck/left side of his chest
His left arm is folded back to hold your head and runs his hands through your hair
His right arm runs along the expanse of your open skin on your arms/waist/hips and would bring it up to your cheek while staring at you
You feel lost in his voice and how comfortable you feel with him that you drift again while he whispers to you about the boys or comebacks or his day or just his love for you
As the sun rises/sets he gets photos of the beautiful view for you and some of you on his phone for himself
As you struggle to stay awake to spend more time with your boy, he smiles gently and whispers “You can sleep now, love, it’s ok”
Sobs.
He’s the type to not only make playlists for you but songs about you, for you
I think he, compared to some others in this group, would be less obvious about it being about you or direct with the lyrics
I think when he shows it to you, while you sit on his lap in the recording room, you of course love it and when he says it’s about you, you probably cry
He just casually mentions that the chord progression or the overall feel of the song is how he felt meeting you or falling in love with you and you whip around to face him and he just stares into your soul
You fall into his arms and he wraps one arm fully around your back and the other behind your head and just laughs his gorgeous, joyous laugh
Knows all the boyfriend rules ofc (sidewalk rule, holding the cart at the store, etc.)
He’s a natural
Sometimes when he has insomnia you try to stay with him for as long as possible since that’s really the only time you see him, at night, since he’s busy a lot
He really really appreciates it but one time you lay or sit on his lap and fall asleep on him while trying really hard to stay awake and once he knows you’re out he cries because he’s just so overwhelmed with emotion and love
You’re his biggest fan (personally I believe when he calls stays babygirl through the camera he’s only talking to you)
If you learned his other language be it his native australian or korean (and be it for him or not) he would probably cry
No matter what, you always end the day in his arms, angry or not and i personally believe he’s not the type to go to bed angry
If you’re the type of person to fall off your phone/social media for days/weeks on end like me I think he’d understand but would want to have your location just to know you’re ok
Would probably call you when he knows your done with school/work on those types of days
Biggest, warmest, whole body hugs where all you feel is him
Knows your smell/touch/voice by heart and smiles whenever he gets a sense of it
If you’re the chaotic, wanders off on their own a bit/ child wanderer type, he’d gain another parent instinct of grabbing on to you while continuing whatever he’s doing/ talking to without pause
I think about it a lot more recently on how he doesn’t love himself and it scratches at my heart raw and the only way I think I can ever die peacefully is by knowing someone taught him to love himself the way I love and absolutely adore him as do millions of other people.
Cuddles & Hoodies
pairing: bang chan x reader
word count: 493
warnings: none
genre: fluff
a/n: this is a drabble i wrote cause i was bored :) hope u’ll like it <3
Chan invited you over for a movie night so of course you agreed.
you were laying on his chest as the two of you were watching some random movie. a huge bowl of popcorn next to him as you fed it to each other.
his apartment was really cold and you were shivering. you put you hands under the hoodie he was wearing. as your hands came in contact with his warm body, he jumped up.
“jesus, precious. your hands are freezing.” he laughs.
“you’re so warm. heat me up!” you pout.
“are you that cold?” he asks with a worried look on his face as you grin.
you shrug and keep hugging him tightly, holding your hands on his warm chest. he sways the two of you back and forth, almost rocking you to sleep.
you shiver again, so he lifts you a little off of his chest. he pulls his hoodie off of his body and pulls it down your body. it’s so big it looks like a dress on you, but it was so warm and you were engulfed with his scent and the smell of his cologne.
“you smell so good.” you smile happily as the hoodie hugs you in a thick and comfortable fabric. “aren’t you cold?” you frown as he keeps laying there in his thin shirt.
he shakes his head and bear hugs you. you giggle and he picks you up, nuzzling his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
“put me down Channie!” you giggle as he twirls the two of you around and he laughs too. he showers your face with kisses. “i love you. i love you. i love you.” he says showering your face in kisses, as you cuddle his head into your chest.
“i love you. i love you. i love you moreee.” he gasps dramatically, a laugh falling from his lips.
“not possible. never. i won’t allow it.” he crosses his arms sassily.
“well, it is true. i am so in love with you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” you tell him in an equally sassy voice and a fake serious face.
“oh really? nothing?” he looks at you, a big smile plastered across his face.
“nope. absolutely nothing.” he then pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss as he takes your hands in his.
“are you warmed up now?” you admire his face and his cute dimples.
“yes and i get to steal your hoodies. so it’s a win-win for me.” you laugh at his pouty face.
“that’s not what we agreed on.” he jokes.
“oh, i think it is. this is what you signed up for when we started dating.” you say, pulling the hoodie over both your legs.
“i don’t think i signed up for you to steal my clothed and my heart.” you blush at his statement.
“well, i look really good in your clothes and your arms.” you look up at him.
“damn right you do. can’t argue with that.”
~
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, fluff, slight angst
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N
☆ Word Count: 2.6k
"Chris - "
"I don't want them gawping at you."
"Yeah, but Chris - "
"I don't want them to start shit online."
"That's fine, but Chris - "
"I - "
"Chris!" Y/N hissed in a loud whisper. "Chris, I can't breathe."
Chan's eyes widened. He hastily removed his hoodie that he had draped rather energetically over Y/N's head, and Y/N gasped dramatically as fresh air from the car settled inside her lungs again.
"Sorry baby," Chan hummed apologetically. He reached out and caressed his hand down the woman's hair, his eyes softening as he leaned forward to slowly kiss her forehead. "I just … you know what the fans are like. I love them but they're crazy … especially the ones who come to see us at the airport. I don't want you to go through a hard time because they've figured out you're with me. Can you imagine? ‘Oh my gosh, who's that girl with Bang Chan … how dare she breathe the same oxygen as him. That should be me!’"
Y/N giggled at the silly voice that escaped Chan's mouth and the way his hands fluttered in the air beside his head as he emphasised his words. She curled her fingers into his and squeezed his hand gratefully. "Don't worry about me, baby. You know I can protect myself."
"I know you can," Chan hummed. "But you know I want to protect you so you don't have to protect yourself."
"Okay. But … maybe let's leave the hoodie? I think walking around in the airport with this over my head is gonna attract more attention than without it," Y/N laughed, handing the man's hoodie back to him.
Chan chuckled. He nodded and slipped the grey material over his head, almost knocking Y/N in the face in the process. "Yeah, you're right. But hey, I know … “
Reaching for his leather bag, Chan rifled through it and pulled out two items; he held them out to Y/N with a twinkle in his eye.
“Wear these?” Chan hummed.
Y/N adhered the mask to the lower portion of her face before opening Chan's glasses case; it was home to one of his favourite pairs of sunglasses, and Y/N unfolded the sleek black legs before propping them up against the bridge of her nose as the world around her dimmed.
"How do I look?" Y/N asked. She reached out and cheekily pulled the cap off of Chan's head and placed it over her own hair. She then flipped the hood of her jacket over the cap, folding her arms across her chest in satisfaction as a goofy expression crossed her face. "Am I undetectable?"
"Hmm, I don't know … " Chan mused. "If you're undetectable, how is it that I can still detect your beauty?"
Y/N groaned behind her mask as Chan burst into peals of laughter. She shook her head and was thankful for the coverage the mask provided when she felt her cheeks heat up.
"Thin ice, Bahng," Y/N muttered. "Very. Thin. Ice."
"I can live with that," Chan grinned as he slid his arm around her waist. He pulled her closer to him as much as he could with the seatbelts restricting them both. Kissing her masked cheek, Chan smiled happily at her. "Are you ready?"
Y/N shook her head. "Yes. No. Yes."
"Don't worry," Chan pressed one last kiss to her nose before unbuckling her belt, and then his. "I'll protect you. If they even lay a finger on you, I'm gonna - "
"Woah there, Casanova," Y/N patted Chan's arm, the name making him burst into laughter all over again. "Don't do anything stupid. The whole point is for me to not get any attention, right? If someone does touch me, you're gonna have to ignore it or my cover - " she tilted her head up as she adjusted the cap beneath her hood, " - will be blown."
Chan sighed. He let go of her hand reluctantly, his face contorting in dramatic sadness and he pretended to weep into Y/N's shoulder. "I can't even hold your hand in there."
Y/N giggled. She threw her arms around the man and squeezed him in a bear hug, enjoying the trickle of his scent that escaped past her mask.
"You'll live," Y/N said, nuzzling her nose against Chan's cheek. "Once we're on the plane you can hold my hand as much as you want."
Chan smiled at that. "Perks of first class, aye?"
Nodding, Y/N stared out of the tinted window. She bit her lip. "It's already crazy out there."
"Scared?" Chan asked, tickling her side. "Remember, I'll protect y - "
"I know," Y/N groaned, turning around and squishing his face in her hand. "I. Know. You'll protect me. I get it."
Lowering her mask slightly, Y/N pressed a doting kiss on Chan's lips; Chan squeezed her tightly in his arms as he returned the kiss, and Y/N smiled against his lips when she felt the man's tension melt off of him considerably against the curve of her arms.
“It'll be okay,” Y/N grinned. “Just … relax, okay?”
Chan grinned. He nodded and kissed Y/N's forehead.
“I love you,” Chan whispered.
Y/N tickled his cheek. “I love you.”
The front of her cap suddenly banged against Chan's eyebrow as she attempted to lean a little closer, and Chan burst into hushed wheezes as he rubbed at his skin.
“I stole your hat,” Y/N giggled. She reached out to pull it off of her head but Chan placed his hand over hers before gently tucking the stray pieces of her hair underneath his cap.
“Keep it,” Chan said. “It looks good on you. Just don't headbutt me.”
Rifling her fingers through Chan's slightly flattened curls, Y/N replaced her mask over her nose again before turning to the car door. She stepped out before Chan, and she could immediately feel the clouds of anxiety rolling off of his body as he stood behind her for a moment.
But with the crinkle of her eyes as she lowered her glasses and looked at him over her shoulder, Y/N transferred a silent flicker of reassurance to him and she giggled inwardly when she saw his own eyes transform into crescent moons in response.
Behind his mask, Chan exhaled slowly. It took every fibre of his being to stop himself from reaching out and sliding his hand into Y/N's; it was late, yet every flash that shone at them like a permanent beam of light from the constant photography that had erupted around them made it seem like it was the middle of the day. Chan waited for his band members to emerge from their cars, his eyes anxious as he watched Y/N tail the group of staff. She fit right in with the female staff, the cap she had borrowed from him hiding her hair and the glasses on her nose hiding the top part of her face.
Chan didn't know if it was because he was deeply in love with her or not, but he felt that no matter how much she was covered up, she would still manage to radiate the aura of being the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.
Swallowing thickly, Chan ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down at the ground. He really hoped the photographers wouldn't capture the love hearts he was sure were exploding again and again in the centre of his pupils.
Once they started moving towards the inside of the airport, Chan made sure to keep an eye on Y/N at all times. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a barricade of fans suddenly crashed into the group once they were waiting in line; Chan's eyes widened as a particularly unruly young girl hurtled herself towards him and in the process, barging Y/N to the side. The fan's phone collided with Y/N's cheek and Chan's breath hitched.
Y/N stumbled; with so many people on top of each other, no one saw when Chan dodged from the fan's grip and curled his fingers into the hem of Y/N's hoodie, pulling her upright and preventing her from landing face first into the security poles.
Y/N was startled when she saw the man's eyes; they were brimming with roaring fire, annoyance and anger sizzling through his body. She knew his emotions were directed towards the bodyguards that were supposed to be doing their job properly. But for some reason, whenever they were needed the most, they seemed to dissipate and vanish into thin air.
Chaos seemed to ensue in front of them all. The fans and the staff had created a barricade as they fought against each other, preventing the rest of the people from passing. Agitated, Chan craned his neck and looked around for some sort of opening. Spotting one near the side, Chan signalled to his members to head towards the small gap; he watched to make sure they safely got through the throngs of people before looking towards Y/N.
He immediately registered the flicker of overwhelmingness in her eyes. Ensuring Y/N's safety was at the forefront of Chan's mind, and deciding he'd deal with any potential repercussions later, Chan placed the palm of his hand on the small of Y/N's back and pushed her forward, guiding her through the crowd and to the safety of the enclosed security measures.
“Okay?” Y/N heard Chan whisper to the back of her head once they had approached a quieter area.
Y/N nodded once. She smiled behind her mask when she felt the tips of Chan's fingers discreetly brush against hers in acknowledgement.
“Did you get hurt?” Chan continued to murmur.
Reaching her fingers up to her face, Y/N mildly winced when the skin of her cheekbone seemed to protest.
“I'll be fine,” Y/N hummed. “Just a bruise.”
Y/N suddenly laughed under her breath when he didn't reply. “Are you clenching your jaw?”
Chan snorted. “How did you know? You're not even looking at me.”
“I know you,” Y/N grinned as she adjusted the mask on her face. “You think you're so cool … Mr Jaw Clencher.”
Chan looked down to hide the immediate crumple of his face as a large grin overtook him. “Just wait until we get onto the plane.”
He then sighed, rubbing his face with his hands in perplexity. “I miss the bodyguards in the US.”
Y/N resisted the urge to burst into laughter. “You mean the ones you're best friends with?”
Chan smiled again. “Yeah. I mean … I get that these bodyguards are doing their best and I respect them for that because it isn't easy … but sometimes … “
“Sometimes you miss the big guys?” Y/N prompted.
“Sometimes I miss the big guys,” Chan sighed.
A moment later, Changbin turned around from in front of them both. Without a word, he rolled up the short sleeve of his t-shirt and flexed the bulge of his biceps before turning around again; Y/N did her best to hide the laughter that threatened to spill out of her just as Chan erupted into a fit of giggles at his friend's contribution to their conversation.
“Bin, you should be a bodyguard,” Chan called out to Changbin.
Hyunjin turned around at that and stared. He removed an ear bud and blinked at both Chan and Changbin.
“Changbin would get dragged,” Hyunjin said simply before returning to his previous state.
Changbin exploded in a fit of outrage.
Chan and Y/N smiled secretly together as they moved forward in the line.
*☆*☆*
“My poor baby … “
Chan's face was one of pure sympathy and hurt as he gently dabbed at the top of Y/N's cheek with a damp face cloth. They were both seated beside each other on the plane, and the first thing Chan had insisted on doing was examining the woman's face with his worried gaze.
The earlier collision had resulted in more than just a bruise; a small but deep cut was nestled into the slowly purpling area, and Chan was humming with soft sounds as he unscrewed a small red tube of ointment.
“And this is why I always carry this around,” Chan grinned as he tenderly dabbed the thick ointment onto Y/N's cheek. “It's good for everything. Dry skin, cuts, bruises, irritation … “
Y/N was beginning to zone out. Sitting this close to Chan, Y/N's eyes grew soft as she stared into his. She could barely feel the pain as his fingers traced over her skin, instead focusing on the way her heart was beating with adoration for the man in front of her.
She might have been injured, but she didn't really care. She'd have gone back and experienced the chaos from earlier another ten times; being with Chan seemed to act as a buffer, his presence protecting her in itself. He really did care for her more than he let on, and Y/N felt herself fall a little deeper for him as he continued to smooth the ointment into her skin.
Chan grew quiet. He smiled shyly. “What … ? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Y/N smiled. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead up against his. “You're the best man in the whole entire world.”
She watched in joy as the man's skin began to transform from the colour of golden sand to the burnt hues of the setting sun. His nose and ears glowed darker than the rest of him, and Y/N giggled quietly at how adorable he suddenly looked.
“I am not,” Chan stammered. “You got hurt because of me. I'm the worst man in the whole entire world.”
Y/N shook her head. “If you weren't there, I can guarantee I'd probably have ended up much worse. I was sure I was about to smash my face on the floor.”
Chan wrinkled his nose. “But you didn't.”
“Yeah, because you always look out for me,” Y/N smiled happily. “And you look out for the kids. You're always looking out for everyone.”
Chan was about to reply when their large seats suddenly shook; bewildered, Chan and Y/N turned around to see Seungmin scowling at the both of them.
“Shut up,” Seungmin drawled. “You're making me sick. Either move seats or shut. Up.”
Face breaking into a smile, Chan reached over and pinched his friend's face. Seungmin's mouth fell open in shock and Chan burst into laughter before sitting back down properly in his seat again.
He slipped his fingers into Y/N's hand before pulling her into his side. He rubbed the side of her arm as he reclined into the back of his seat with a sigh of comfort, and he dropped a soft kiss onto the top of Y/N's head as she leaned her head against the curve of his chest.
“Do you think our undercover mission was successful?” Chan hummed.
Y/N reached for her phone. She opened her social media and scrolled through her friends’ trending hashtag.
She held her phone out in front of Chan's face with a smile.
“Mission success,” Y/N smiled. “There isn't one sceptical post in sight. I guess the bruise was worth it.”
Chuckling at that, Chan took Y/N's phone and slipped it into his pocket. He then squeezed his arms around her in a tighter hug, suddenly very, very happy that he was finally taking her with him.
Liked this fic? Support me by leaving me a tip! :] and also reblog, it motivates me to write more ~
Tag list ~ @koos-euphoria @raethethey @hotmesshapa @manonblackbeak-trash @hendsernoodle @stanskzseungmin @ateez-babygirl @dalamjisung @dinosdawn @cookiemonstermusic258 @strwbrryfroyo @gazelle-des-pres @qtieskz @stigmvta @necromancersupreme @super-btstrash-posts @changlix-mp4 @exonations @changboobies @jeyelleohe @rae-blogging @planetdemon @dani41 @jumbocircus @octalalica @velvetand-roses @foivetimesacharm @waverzzzzzzzz @peachy-flxwr @elizabeth11moreno @lenfilms @xhazmania @starshine-moon @snow-pegasus @bbychannie97 @laylasbunbunny @americanokisses @bluechans @bellamuerte1987 @meowmeowisdaname @chanssmiles @minunivers @septicrebel @bangchans-angel @spacegirlstuff @stayconnecteed @linogatinho @smutdumpskz @yeonjunarchives-posts @dprkbyn (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞
☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, slight angst
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N
☆ Word Count: 1.8k
Y/N was wide awake when she felt the foot of the bed dip. She had just enough time to set her phone aside before her husband jumped on top of her, his laughter flowing through their air and mingling with hers. The man overestimated the amount of space between his face and his wife's; his forehead collided with Y/N's chin, and the woman yelped in pain just as Chan gasped at the dizziness that suddenly overcame him.
“Ow … “ Y/N moaned as she grabbed her jaw. She started to laugh as Chan sat up again, his legs on either side of hers. He was rubbing at his forehead with a tinge of annoyance aimed at himself, though his smile was large and clear on his plump mouth.
“That hurt,” Chan giggled. “Are you okay baby?”
“Sure,” Y/N wheezed. “I mean, my teeth are definitely on the verge of falling out … but apart from that, I'm completely fine.”
Contagious giggles erupting out of him again like sparkling bubbles, Chan leaned forward and cupped Y/N's face in the warmth of his hands. His lips pressed feather-like kisses along Y/N's jaw and chin; dramatic ‘mwah’ sounds left Chan's mouth with each kiss, and soon Y/N was a giggling pile of butterflies, melting into their bedsheets.
“Poor baby,” Chan murmured against the curve of Y/N's cheekbone. “Can't escape her husband's big forehead.”
“Your forehead isn't even big,” Y/N's voice was muffled as Chan hovered over her with his twinkling eyes. “You're lucky your head doesn't physically show how enormous your brain is.”
Chan grinned. From this angle, the man looked as though shooting stars were falling from his eyes, the bedroom lights enhancing the deep brown of them and causing them to dazzle like the night sky on the other side of their curtains. Chan couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he looked down at his wife, and when he slipped the tips of his fingers into her hair that spilled over the pillow, Y/N had no other choice but to wrap her arms around his shoulders and bring him down on top of her.
“You're so beautiful,” Y/N hummed against Chan's lips. His smile widened as he leaned into the kiss: his mouth was like a stretch of soft silk as it glided over his wife's skin.
Y/N smiled. He must have been using the lip balm she gave him more frequently than she thought.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Chan whispered. His elbows were pinned to the bed as he used his fingers to caress the flushed skin of Y/N's face, and Y/N noticed the faint tremble in his soft touch with a pang of affection. There was so much pent up emotion directed towards her in just the touch of his fingertips alone that Y/N felt her heart thud heavily against her ribcage. It was like it was trying to escape; almost as if it could burst through her skin and sink itself into her husband's body, merging with his heart.
“What are you thinking about?” Chan murmured as he continued to smooth the backs of his fingers over his wife's temples.
Y/N trailed her hands down Chan's shoulders. She settled them at the small of his back as he leaned further into her, his legs sandwiching the bedsheets in-between them both.
“I don't know,” Y/N hummed slowly. She searched her husband's eyes in wonder. “I don't know how to put it into words.”
“Woah,” Chan started to chuckle. “Deep thoughts, huh?”
Y/N grinned. She sat up a little further and rested her back against her propped up pillow, and once she was upright, she held her arms out for her husband again. Chan happily sank into her embrace and Y/N started to laugh when he rubbed his head against her collarbone; his hair soon turned into a cloud of frizz, and Y/N smoothed it down with her fingers with a wide grin.
“How was your day?” Y/N asked him.
Chan immediately sat up on his wife's legs as his eyes filled with excitement. “I got some new equipment!”
Y/N's face softened as she listened to her husband recall the events of his day. Chan's eyes were wide with joy and his words spilled out of him in an endearing tangle with how fast he was speaking. The further he got into explaining how his new equipment worked, the more Chan waved his hands around in an animated manner.
As she watched him, Y/N's smile deepened. She didn't understand how a lot of what his husband enjoyed worked; but it was something Chan was incredibly passionate about, and he was so happy when talking about it that Y/N could listen to him talking about the topic all day. He was also more than happy to explain the ins and outs of his complicated system to his wife as many times as she wanted him to, his excitement increasing each time.
Chan could make the most boring of topics seem interesting. He immersed himself so much into the way he explained things, and to Y/N, it was the most adorable thing in the whole entire world.
Chan suddenly stopped talking once he caught the dazed look on his wife's face. He dropped his hands as the stretch of skin from his neck to his hairline turned the colour of cherries.
“What?” Chan asked quietly. He started to laugh, his hair falling into his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Y/N smiled. “Nothing. Keep talking.”
“I've finished,” Chan laughed. He leaned forward and sandwiched his wife in a bear hug again, his lips curving against the side of her neck into a happy smile. “How was your day?”
“Boring,” Y/N giggled.
Chan lifted his head and looked into Y/N's face. “Tell me anyway? I wanna know all about your boring day.”
Slipping her hands into Chan's hair again, Y/N pushed the unruly strands away from his forehead. She began to speak, recalling the details from her day; even though she really had nothing spectacular to say, Chan's eyes were full of interest as he listened to her, his attention focused on her every word with love hearts pulsing in the centre of his pupils.
“I love you,” Chan suddenly said once she had stopped speaking. “Like … I really love you. I like you. I like everything about you. You're just so … “
Chan's voice trailed off into a tiny squeak and he darted his hands out; he looked as though he was about to squish his wife's face in a fit of cute aggression, but he stopped, curling his delicate fingers into fists instead before retracting his hands slightly.
“Ah … “ Chan then moved his hands again, stopping when his fingers hovered over Y/N's head. His face broke into a wide smile as he gently placed his palm over the side of her head, and he used his fingers to caress her hair with his feather-like touch.
Y/N couldn't help but flush profusely at the gesture. She sank into her pillow as Chan leaned a little closer to her, his hand continuing to gently pat her head as though she was some sort of small animal.
“My baby,” Chan hummed as he moved his fingers to her face. His fingertips kissed the curve of her cheekbone before he slid his hands to her waist; before Y/N had time to react, he had pulled her down and Chan had rolled over onto his side opposite her. He burst into amused laughter at the sight of Y/N's taken aback expression, and it only made him wrap his arms around her waist tighter, his legs hooking themselves around hers a little closer.
“I really like you too, for the record,” Y/N whispered once their noses were brushing against each other in their proximity. A little dazed at the closeness and the sweet scent her husband was radiating, Y/N slowly traced her fingers over Chan's jaw, marvelling at the raw beauty in front of her. “I like everything about you. I even like the things that I don't like about you.”
Chan started to chuckle. He shut his eyes in satisfaction as he moved his face even closer to hers; their foreheads bumped again, this time softer than before. But it made them erupt into hushed giggles all the same, and in the space between them, Chan reached for Y/N's hand and closed his fingers around them.
“Chris?” Y/N whispered.
Chan hummed against the curve of her lips.
“If I've ever hurt you. Like … ever. I'm really, really sorry,” Y/N breathed. Her voice trembled as she realised there was a possibility that she could have hurt the man she adored more than anything in the whole entire universe; whether she meant it or not, she was sure there must have been at least one occurrence in the past where she might have said something hurtful without realising it. Looking at Chan's softened features in the dark, Y/N's eyes filled with tears and she leaned forward to kiss his nose. “I really love you. With my whole entire heart and soul.”
Chan opened his eyes slowly. They locked onto hers and he smiled softly, the plumpness of his lips glistening in the shadows. “You're incapable of hurting me, baby. And if you ever have … Well, I'm sure I deserved it.”
Y/N couldn't help but splutter with laughter. She squeezed Chan's hand, smiling when he squeezed her fingers back.
Chan grinned then, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I really can't remember a time where I ever felt hurt by you. Besides, I'm sure I've probably hurt you without knowing it … maybe more than once. So I'm sorry too.”
Y/N should her head. “I can't remember either.”
“Good,” Chan chuckled. He then winked at her. “Look at us. We're literally the perfect couple.”
“You're not wrong,” Y/N giggled against Chan's lips.
Chan smiled. He scooped her further into him; their bodies were pressed flat against one another, almost as if they were trying to merge together and become one. “I can't believe I'm going to say this again in one night, but … gosh, baby, I really do love you.”
Y/N burst into another fit of quiet laughter. “What's gotten into you? You usually find it so hard to say that.”
Chan shrugged. He kissed her forehead. “I'm probably half asleep. Or … you just make it easy to say.”
Y/N dropped her head against Chan's shoulder. She squeezed his torso and breathed in the homely scent of his skin as he continued to tuck himself around her like a moldable blanket.
“I really love you,” Y/N hummed into Chan's collarbone with a kiss.
Liked this fic? Support me by leaving me a tip! :] and also reblog, it motivates me to write more ~
Tag list ~ @koos-euphoria @raethethey @hotmesshapa @manonblackbeak-trash @hendsernoodle @stanskzseungmin @ateez-babygirl @dalamjisung @dinosdawn @cookiemonstermusic258 @strwbrryfroyo @gazelle-des-pres @qtieskz @stigmvta @necromancersupreme @super-btstrash-posts @changlix-mp4 @exonations @changboobies @jeyelleohe @rae-blogging @planetdemon @dani41 @jumbocircus @octalalica @velvetand-roses @foivetimesacharm @waverzzzzzzzz @peachy-flxwr @elizabeth11moreno @lenfilms @xhazmania @starshine-moon @snow-pegasus @bbychannie97 @laylasbunbunny @americanokisses @bluechans @bellamuerte1987 @meowmeowisdaname @chanssmiles @minunivers @septicrebel @bangchans-angel @spacegirlstuff @stayconnecteed @linogatinho @smutdumpskz @yeonjunarchives-posts @dprkbyn (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)
BANG CHAN – ‘LALALALA’ FANCAM (231111)

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Pairing : Boyfriend!Bangchan x F!Reader TW : slight angst ; short but sweet and fluffy at the end ; Word Count : 1.3k Request : @kurolils : I just want something really really angsty w chan. so just maybe like, he's supper stressed and snaps at the reader and yk something very angsty, but obviously with a fluffy ending A/N : THIS TOOK FOREVER TO GET TO AND I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT BUT I"M WRITING IT NOW!!! HIHIHI!!!
there’s not really a day that goes by without me thinking about chan in love…
Chan, who gives the best hugs, his arms winding around your shoulders to pull you close into his warm, solid chest. Chan, who has a hard time letting go of you when you feel so perfect in his arms; whose heart is beating like crazy every time he does it, but who doesn't seem to know what's good for him because he still always finds excuses to touch you.
Chan, whose favourite thing about you has always been how you continue to surprise him – in the simple ways, yes, when you offer to pick him up from a schedule and show up with his favourite gimbap and convenience store coffee combo, but also in the way that you are. Because every time he thinks he’ll know what you’ll do, what you’ll say, you’ll like, you’ll do something entirely new. He invites you out to dinner, and you show up with a bag full of vinyl because you just got into it (and you bought one for him, a cool-looking one that matches his room to display on his walls because he can’t play it. He wonders how you always think of everything). He takes you to an industry event, and you end up charming a guy he’s been wanting to talk to for ages. A fan from Europe comes up to you, and it turns out you speak their language. Most days, he’s so in awe of you it makes him stutter when he asks you the simplest questions.
Chan, who never has to ask for your attention. He can’t think about it for too long, lest he lets himself get carried away, but you always seem to have an eye on him, able to pick up on his moods so effortlessly. You can take one look at him across a crowded room and within seconds, you’re next to him, your arm looping through his, your solid warmth easing the burn of annoyance in his chest. He’s asked you about it once, and you’d said it wasn’t a big deal because it was part of loving someone. You’d turned back to your sushi, as if you hadn’t just made his lovesick heart beat out of his chest.
Chan, who asks himself how you’re always so strong.
Chan, who thinks you don’t need him at all.
Chan, who’s fiercely protective of you, nonetheless; who always makes sure your seatbelt is fastened, who will gently shift you to his other side if you’re walking on the street side of the sidewalk, who will not let you take public transport after dark, coming to pick you up himself or paying for your Uber if he can’t.
Chan, who resigns himself to loving you for the rest of his life without telling you; who told Changbin that he would probably still attend your wedding, even if you got married to someone else. Changbin had looked at him like he lost his goddamn mind. Chan thinks he has, the day he met you.
Chan, who lies awake at night, trying and failing not to think about it, about you, about whether your smile to him today meant anything, or if he was being delusional about you bringing him gifts meaning something because today you brought Han a coffee because Chan told you he was tired. Chan, who, when he’s not overthinking every single one of your interactions (‘like a lovesick teenager’ he reproves himself), can spend hours daydreaming about what it would be like to be yours, to be loved by you. His favourite daydreams are the simple, domestic ones; coming home to you every night, pressing a kiss into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as he falls asleep with his face buried in your soft skin.
Chan, who doesn’t believe in signs from the universe; but when you get surprised by a rainstorm on the way back from an impromptu dinner, and he stretches his jacket over the two of you as you run to take refuge under a small awning like you’re in a romance movie; when you’re standing there, laughing up at him, soaking wet, beautiful, radiant, standing way too close to him – he takes the hint and kisses you, and kisses you like he means it, too, unable to squander his one chance to know what loving you tastes like.
Chan, who doesn’t expect you to kiss him back; so when you do, pulling him closer against your sweet, soft body with a hunger that mirrors his, it’s like his heart cracks open, his love, his need for you leaking into every fibre of his being, and before you know it, you’re filthily making out in the doorway of a random apartment complex.
Chan, who wants to do it all right. Who takes you to Australia, to meet his family, who brings wine and flowers when he meets your parents, who buys you red roses and takes you out to dinner until you giggle and tell him he doesn’t need to do all that, that you’re happy just to be with him.
Chan, who loves taking you on tour whenever he can, if just for a couple days; because he misses you, yes, but also because his life only feels right when he can share every part of it with you.
Chan, who also loves taking you on trips. Japan in the spring, Europe in the summer – and wood mountain cabins in the winter. Chan, who one year, during one of those winter holidays, makes love to you in front of the fireplace and proposes right there, just you and him and the crackle of the firewood and the snow outside the window. Just you and him, forever.
skzms' masterlist // ko-fi
♡ Find me in your heart ♡
Pairings: Chan x reader
WC: 6k
Warnings: Fluff, overwhelming, slightly suggestive if you squint really hard, established relationship.
Winter days are something that Chan loves, especially when he gets to spend them with you, cuddling and drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie.
It's the coldest day of the year and you're definitely glad that your huge bed feels warm as you're tightly held by Chan. You slightly frown in your sleep when you snuggle more and don't feel him next to you. You open your eyes and see a note next to a rose
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
so like, i have a music theory thingy exam tomorrow? like, I just want to pass…
I really been some luck rn
I sobbed at the last episode. Can’t believe it’s over😞. Never will I love an anime character as much as I love Levi😩

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
come back, Gojo😞
My first ever Anime love, and still is no.1🙂 not ready to say goodbye to my favourite anime next month 😭