#channieee

is that enough of an answer?? 🙈🥺🥺

okay but in all seriousness: while waking up at 4 am isn’t fun, this is adorable and sounds like the most cozy thing ever. he’d probably already have a light blanket out there, and so you’d both end up snuggled under it on the wicker chair your mom insisted you have (you’d argued but then it came in handy for the balcony....not that you’d admit that). just as the sky is starting to show the first glimmers of the sunrise, you both finally fall asleep. the air is so still and the only sounds are your breathing and the soft hum of streetlights. it’s just wonderfully cozy under the blanket, your combined body heat making up for the chill in the air. lots of little touches and soft words until the weight of drowsiness comes back and neither of you can move anymore, except to nestle closer together. hhhhhhhh dani i’m so soft now🥺🥺😭😭

Hey, honeybear! Enjoy💕

28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss. (prompt list)

Such a Tease

Laying on the couch with Chan would never fail to relax you. You’d had a hellish week and you needed all the rest you could get. Work was stressful, and your social life had, quite frankly, been an utter mess. So, all you’d wanted to do was curl up with your boyfriend.

Chan reclined against the arm of the couch with you laying on your back on top of him. As you watched The Greatest Showman, he played with your hair. Just the simple action of threading his fingers along your tresses and gently massaging your scalp felt incredible. Occasionally, little shivers of pleasure would radiate from the top of your head. It seemed that with every pass of Chan’s hand through your hair, you relaxed by degrees. When the characters broke into song, Chan would hum along—you had to laugh to yourself because you could tell he wanted to sing and be dramatic about it, but he also didn’t want to disturb you. 

You finally crawled into bed after a quick shower, glad to have washed the physical and metaphorical dust of the day from yourself. The weight and coolness of your hair relaxed your shoulders and neck, the smell of lavender calming your senses. Even with all the windows thrown wide, your bedroom still wasn’t quite cool enough not to have a fan running. Glancing over to the other side of the bed, you saw that Chan was already asleep, sprawled on his stomach. The faint whirring of the fan was the perfect counterpoint to his soft breathing. You ran your fingers through his hair and he hummed in his sleep, shifting closer to you as if pulled by a magnet.

“Shhhh, just sleep, baby. I’m here. I love you,” you whispered, kissing his temple.