[mang0d0ll]

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝟐𝟒, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫

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[sillyparadiselady]

💙 “Dr. Love and Dr. McCoy”

Bones McCoy x Reader Romantic Comedy | Sci-Fi | Chaos | Fluff | Mutual Pining | Jekyll & Hyde but with love

It started, like most disasters aboard the USS Enterprise, with Spock saying something perfectly logical that turned out to be anything but.

“Theoretical projections indicate that temporary emotional dampening could assist humanoid patients in traumatic recovery,” Spock said, hands behind his back, face neutral as always. “However, the procedure requires voluntary testing to finalize its safety parameters.”

“That’s Vulcan for ‘this is probably a bad idea, but let’s try it anyway,’” McCoy grumbled from the biobed, glaring at the blinking console. His arms were crossed, shoulders tense, blue medical tunic rumpled from an hour of arguing.

“I fail to see how that conclusion is accurate,” Spock replied, unimpressed.

You stood behind the observation console with Jim, monitoring cortical wave outputs while chewing your bottom lip. “You sure about this, Bones?” you asked, your voice more nervous than you intended.

“No. Not even a little,” he muttered. “But I’d rather it be me than some poor cadet with half my brain cells.”

Jim leaned forward with a grin. “Oh, come on, Bones. What’s the worst that could happen? You become… less cranky?”

“Don’t jinx it, Jim.”

With a reluctant sigh, Bones sat back against the biobed, adjusting the neural nodes on his temples. “Let’s get this over with.”

You nodded, fingers moving over the control panel. “Starting dampener in three… two… one.”

The device activated with a soft hum. Blue energy pulsed through the air, scanning his neural pathways. For a few moments, the readings stayed stable. Perfect. Balanced.

“Vitals normal,” you said, relief creeping into your voice.

“Indeed,” Spock nodded. “Cortical regions responding predictably.”

Then the console sparked.

A low-pitched alarm howled through Sickbay. The lights flickered. Bones jolted upright as arcs of blue electricity snapped from the machine straight into the neural nodes.

“Cut the power!” Bones shouted, but before you could slap the emergency shutoff, the system blew.

Silence followed. Just the crackle of overloaded circuits and the echo of everyone’s breath.

“Leonard?” You rushed to his side, waving a scanner. “Are you—”

His eyes opened. Slowly.

And then he smiled.

Not a smirk. Not the usual exasperated curl of his lip. This was soft. Gentle. Almost… adoring. His blue eyes seemed brighter, like the stars themselves reflected in them.

He reached for your hand, fingers warm as they slid over yours. “(Y/N)...” he murmured, voice like smooth velvet, “have I ever told you how breathtaking you are?”

You blinked. “...What?”

He sat up straighter, thumb brushing the back of your hand like it was the most natural thing in the universe. “Like a sunrise over Georgia fields. Like starlight through nebula clouds. You—you’re...” He sighed. “Radiant.”

Jim’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap.”

Spock tilted his head. “Fascinating.”

Your brain fully blue-screened. “...Is he broken?”

“Oh, sugar,” Bones chuckled, “far from it. I feel... liberated.”

The next few hours were a lesson in chaos management.

Bones was… different. Still himself in body and voice, but every ounce of gruffness, sarcasm, and cynicism was wiped away. In its place stood someone devastatingly sincere, hopelessly romantic, and absolutely committed to the art of flustering you beyond recovery.

When you entered Sickbay for your next shift, you were greeted by the sight of a bouquet of roses sitting on the console.

“For you, my starshine,” Bones said, strolling out of his office with a dreamy smile. “To brighten your already dazzling presence.”

You nearly walked straight into a bio-bed. “Leonard—what—”

He stepped closer, hands clasped behind his back. “Have I told you how your laugh sounds like the chiming of windbells on a spring morning?”

“Stop it.”

“Oh, but why stop when the truth flows so easily?” His grin widened. “The way your eyes light up when you focus… darlin’, I’ve seen supernovas dimmer than you.”

Nurse Chapel wheezed into her hand. Jim nearly dropped his coffee. Even Spock blinked, which for him was the equivalent of a full-body double take.

“Doctor,” Spock said, raising an eyebrow, “your neural patterns indicate a highly elevated production of oxytocin and dopamine. This level of romantic fixation is... illogical.”

Bones didn’t even flinch. “Oh, I know, Spock. But sometimes illogic is the most beautiful thing in the universe.”

And then came the breaking point.

You were scanning a crewman’s sprained wrist when the doors slid open — and you froze.

Sickbay was… different.

Candles flickered along the bio-monitor shelves (thankfully, holographic). Soft piano music played from the comm system. There were flowers — real, replicated, and holographic — draped across every flat surface. A picnic blanket was spread across one of the biobeds with what looked like a replicated cheese board and wine glasses.

And there stood Bones. Sleeves rolled up, rose tucked behind one ear, holding a glass of what was probably sparkling cider but felt like it should be champagne.

“My love,” he breathed when he saw you. “You’ve arrived.”

“Leonard,” you said flatly, “what... is this?”

“A dinner,” he said proudly. “For the most radiant soul aboard this vessel.”

“...On a bio-bed.”

“Only the finest for you.”

Before you could even process a response—

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!”

The doors slammed open again, and there stood another McCoy. Hair disheveled, uniform wrinkled, looking utterly done with life.

Your jaw dropped. “There are two of you.”

“Unfortunately,” Grumpy!Bones groaned. “This damn experiment split my emotional cortex in half. Him—” he gestured at his romantic twin “—and me.”

Romantic!Bones smiled lazily, sipping his drink. “He’s the caution. I’m the courage.”

“You’re an embarrassment!” Grumpy snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What the hell are you doing serenading them in Sickbay?!”

“Expressing what you’ve suppressed for years,” Romantic said with a wink. “Oh, don’t look so scandalized, Leonard. You’ve been head over heels for (Y/N) since the day they walked onto this ship.”

You nearly fell over. “Wait. What.”

Grumpy Bones spluttered. “I—NO—I mean—not like—SHUT UP!!”

Romantic Bones grinned wider. “Oh come now, even a blind tribble could see it.” He turned to you, utterly sincere. “You are... extraordinary. A supernova wrapped in starlight. Every moment with you is a blessing I never had the courage to ask for.”

“STOP TALKING!!” Grumpy Bones practically threw a tricorder at him. “They don’t need to hear—this isn’t—”

You raised a hand. “Hold on. Leonard.” You turned to Grumpy Bones, pointing directly at him. “Is this… true?”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. His face turned beet red. “...Yeah.”

Silence. Thick. Tangled. Electric.

“I didn’t know how to say it,” Grumpy Bones finally mumbled, avoiding your eyes. “Didn’t think I could. I figured… hell, figured you deserved better than a cranky, overworked, twice-divorced country doctor.”

“Leonard…” you stepped forward, fingers brushing his sleeve. “You absolute idiot.”

His head jerked up, startled. “...What?”

You grinned. “You think I don’t feel the same?”

For a heartbeat, both McCoys stared at you. Then Romantic Bones fist-pumped the air. “Ha! I knew it!”

Grumpy groaned. “Oh my God shut up.”

But then, as you slipped your hand into his — his real hand, warm and trembling and so very, very human — his grumpy scowl melted into something softer. Something real.

A crooked, shy, utterly adorable smile. “Yeah... well... guess I ain’t as smooth as him, but... if you’ll have me…”

“I’ll have you,” you said, smiling back. “All of you.”

Spock managed to reintegrate the split personalities the next day, to Bones’ profound relief and equal embarrassment.

But even with his brain back in one piece, something had shifted. A softness now lingered at the edges of his usual sarcasm. A hand held longer. A smile exchanged over shared coffee in the medbay.

A week later, you found a note tucked in your locker in his messy scrawl:

“You’re still the prettiest damn thing in this whole galaxy. —L”

You held it to your chest, grinning like an idiot.

Maybe he wasn’t Dr. Love anymore. But he was still your Bones.

And that was more than enough.

💫 The End... (Or the beginning of something even better.)

XO -Silly

@enchantedflameandflower It's for you! The Jekyll and Hide' Bones is out! 😜🤭🤪

[mang0d0ll]

Puppy Time!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: A funny post leads to you conditioning your boyfriend into becoming the human-sized pet you’ve always seen him as.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, gender-neutral reader, non-idol university!au (seungmin is majoring in something science-y), allusions to spanking, pet names (seungmin and y/n call each other ‘baby’), pre-marital bed-sharing

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: This was inspired by an actual post i saw that made me instantly think “this is 100% seungmin-coded” (lock me up officer). started this a month ago and seungmo’s bday fueled me to hurry up and finish it so happy (belated) birthday seungmin!! pls excuse me for any psychological inaccuracies

here’s the post that inspired this fic, if anyone’s curious

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE REPOSTED OR FED INTO AI

It all starts with a silly post you come across online. Something about the author realising their wife had effectively Pavlov-ed them with what they called ‘Puppy Time’. Though extremely hilarious to read at 3 am, it got you thinking. Does it actually work? Or is it merely another fantastical story conjured up for fleeting internet fame?

There’s only one way to find out. And lucky for you, you have the perfect test subject.

With squishable cheeks, mischievous charm, and soft, fluffy hair that makes you want to pet him, your boyfriend is the perfect person to conduct the experiment on. It also helps that you often sleep in the same bed.

Exiting the ensuite bathroom after finishing your night-time routine, you eye Seungmin as he lies comfortably in bed, scrolling through his phone.

Time to put your plan into action.

Making your way over, you calmly pull back the blanket and climb into bed just as you do every night. Wordlessly, he shuffles closer to you without looking up from his little screen.

‘Perfect,’ you think. Ensuring he’s too engrossed with whatever he’s doing, your nimble fingers slowly lift the hem of his t-shirt until it reveals the tan skin of his abdomen. Feeling the cool air kiss his body, Seungmin silently side-eyes your strange actions, watching in confusion as you gingerly rub your palms together to warm them up.

“Puppy time!” you exclaim. Placing your hands flat on Seungmin’s stomach, you slide them up, down and all around as one would when giving tummy rubs to a dog, barely containing your giggles as you do so.

“What are you doing?” Smacked with shock, his eyes dart between your face and hands.

“It’s puppy time!” you grin.

“Excuse me?”

“Puppy time! Cuddling and playing like you’re a puppy.”

Seungmin blinks, staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head, “Is this your way of telling me you’ve become a furry?”

You merely giggle as you continue your ministrations, but he quickly grabs your wrists in both of his hands.

“Seriously,” he says as he sits up, the hem of his t-shirt falling back down, “what on earth are you doing?”

“It’s just a bit of fun, baby. Like how kids play pretend.”

“And you’re doing it because…”

“I saw it online and thought it’d be cute! Think of it as a massage.”

“A massage… on my stomach?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, please?” Mustering the sweetest smile possible, you bat your eyes and tilt your head for extra damage. His compliance with your actions was absolutely essential. Without it, there was no way for you to carry out your experiment. Hesitation swims in his eyes, but after a few heavy seconds, he sighs.

“Fine, do whatever you want.”

“Yay! Thank you!” Exploding with giddiness, you throw your arms around him in a tight squeeze, pulling back to peck him on the lips.

“You’re lucky I love you, weirdo.” Lying back down, he gets comfortable as you once again lift the hem of his t-shirt and begin rubbing his stomach.

The next night plays out much like the first.

It had been a tiring day full of lectures, labs, and group assignment meetings. By the end of it all, Seungmin’s body is a mere bag of bones, creaking and popping as he drags himself to bed for a good night’s rest.

Plopping his tush on the plush mattress, his eyelids slowly grow heavier and heavier. A runaway yawn even escapes his mouth, but it quickly turns into a yelp as two soft hands grasp his shoulders from behind, shoving him onto his back.

“Puppy time!” you squeal, wrenching back his pyjama top to get your hands on the smooth expanse of his abdomen.

“Seriously? Again?” he questions, now wide awake.

“Yes, puppy time is very important,” you explain with doe eyes and a honey-laced tone. “It’ll bring us closer as a couple.”

“Baby, your clothes are in my closet. I keep bottles of your shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom. We sleep in the same bed. You basically live here! I don’t see how this is going to help our relationship any more than what we’re already doing.”

A pang of guilt instantly rushes through him as you level him with a pout, shoulders deflating and arms falling lifelessly by your sides.

He gulps, “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. We can— look, if you think this will help us become a stronger couple, then I’m all for it.” He’s reaching for your hands now, intertwining your fingers in an attempt to coax you out of your huffy state.

“Really?” A smile begins to tug at your cheeks despite your efforts to suppress it.

“Yes, baby, whatever you want.”

Flashing your pearly whites in triumph, you pounce atop him and vigorously rub your hands against his warm stomach, all the while letting out chirps of “Puppy time! Puppy time!”

Keeping up with your antics proves to be less challenging as the days go on. Like clockwork, right before you and Seungmin fall asleep in each other’s arms, you’ll lift his shirt and rub his stomach while chanting “Puppy time!” in a delighted squeal.

He’s less resistant now, deciding instead to revel in the attention you’re giving him. When the nightly massage rolls around, he lets himself relax into the sheets, folding his hands behind his head as you do your thing. One night, as the two of you are watching a movie on the couch, he realises you’re falling asleep as your head slowly droops towards his shoulder. He doesn’t bother to wake you up, knowing how long of a day you’d had and deciding to simply carry you to bed later.

Imagine his surprise when, after ten minutes of your peaceful dozing, you suddenly jolt awake, and blinking away the sleep in your eyes, exclaim, “Puppy time!” as you lightly shove him onto his back. Your hands do their thing, albeit in a much more languid manner, as your body reels from the effects of your power nap.

It all comes to a head a week and a half later.

With warm skin from your shower and a glowing face courtesy of your skincare routine, you emerge from the bathroom to find Seungmin lounging on the bed. Though his eyes are closed, his soft singing tells you he’s wide awake. He’s been in high spirits since submitting a lengthy lab report hours earlier.

Now’s the time.

Time to see if all your hard work pays off.

Padding over to the edge of the bed, you loom over Seungmin’s relaxed, unsuspecting figure, grateful that he can’t see the cheshire grin on your face.

“Baby?” you sing.

He responds with a light hum.

“What time is it?”

Without so much as a noise of complaint, Seungmin grasps the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up, revealing his stomach to you.

You can’t hold back the laughter that bursts out of your mouth, and before long, you’re doubled over and clutching your stomach on the floor — loud cackling filling the air. Seungmin’s eyes shoot open at your abrupt behaviour change, a cocktail of confusion and mild panic quickly filling him up. Peering over the edge of the bed, he watches, slightly terrified, as you writhe on the floor like the happiest worm in the world.

“Baby, are you… okay?”

Shakily, you grip the comforter to steady yourself as you stand. Breathless and wincing from the sharp pain in your side from laughing so hard, it takes a while before you calm yourself down enough to form a response.

“I’m okay,” you chuckle, wiping tears from your eyes. “It’s just that… you did the thing! You actually did it.”

You have to physically restrain yourself from smooching your boyfriend, what with the way his confused face fills you with such cuteness aggression.

“What did I do?” he asks tentatively.

“You showed me your tummy! Which means you were thinking about ‘Puppy Time!’”

Flustered, he thinks hard as he traces back to moments before.

“But— but you asked me ‘What time is it?’, and we do ‘Puppy Time’ every night, so what else was I supposed to think?”

“Well, most people would answer with the actual time. Like from a clock?” you smirk.

He’s properly surprised by your response, clearly having not realised the obvious. Though you’re facing each other, the faraway look in his eyes tells you that he’s astounded by what’s transpired. What you’ve done to him.

“You trained me,” he whispers.

His soft, taken-aback tone pulls at your heartstrings, making you feel a tad guilty.

“Well—”

“You trained me like a dog,” he repeats, louder, more so verbalising the situation to himself than anything else. He’s properly looking you in the eye now, bewilderment decorating his features. “Why?”

You sigh and smile, unable to deny him the truth any longer.

“I saw a post online about someone doing this to their partner, and I was curious if it actually worked. So, I decided to try it out myself. I chose you as my test subject because, duh, you’re my boyfriend and we cuddle all the time, but you’re also so cute, and you’re always chasing after me, like a real dog!”

Seungmin slowly rises from the bed as you ramble, staring you down like a lion hunting its next meal. Each calculated step he takes towards you causes you to stumble backwards until you hit a wall.

“It was all just a bit of fun, and hey, now we know it works!” you chuckle nervously. Though you’re giving him your best smile, you can tell your charms aren’t winning him over. “If nothing else, this is a hilarious story for you to tell your professors. I’m sure they’d find it interesting.”

His piercing cold stare shoots straight to your soul. When he opens his mouth, his voice is low and frighteningly steady.

“You have two seconds to run before I—”

You’re off without waiting to hear Seungmin’s proposed punishment, feet dashing across the hardwood floor to get away. But in the small one-bedroom apartment, and with your boyfriend’s athletic agility, you don’t make it far.

Throes of university students walk through the outdoor courtyard, each in their own little world — hurrying to class, strolling out of one, or aimlessly enjoying their free time. Some sit at the scattered picnic tables, chatting and eating as they take advantage of the beautiful weather, listening to the twittering birds in the air, which act as ambient music.

You let out a little hum as your sour lemonade washes down your throat, providing sweet relief against the beaming mid-day sun. It’s days like these that you enjoy the most. When everything in the world feels like it’s singing in harmony, filling you with a glow that relaxes your body from the inside out.

Light laughter from the rest of the table cuts through your daydreaming. The bright faces of your friends Felix and Jisung, along with your boyfriend, surround the table, the four of you wolfing down a pepperoni pizza from the university’s food hub after your respective lectures.

It’s been three days since you revealed the truth to Seungmin about ‘Puppy Time’, and it was officially dropped at his insistence. Whilst you’re slightly disappointed that you can’t coddle him like a human-sized pet anymore, the chance of another sore bum makes you more than happy to comply. The topic hasn’t been brought up since, as the two of you pretend like it never happened.

Tuning out the boys’ conversation, you continue people watching as you savour your lunch. Lost in the atmosphere’s tranquillity, it takes you a while to remember the passing of time and that you can’t afford to be late to your next class. As you wipe your greasy hands on a napkin, you note the digital watch Seungmin is wearing.

“Baby, what time is it?” you ask.

He turns his head towards you as he opens his mouth.

“Pupp—”

His jaw instantly clamps shut as your eyes meet, simultaneously widening to the size of saucers at the familiar phrase that almost slips out. Your hand slaps over your own mouth as you try your hardest to restrain your laughter, finding the situation absolutely hilarious. Unfortunately, the shaking of your body gives it all away.

Abandoning his half-eaten pizza slice on the table, Seungmin rushes to shove his belongings in his backpack, not caring to zip it all the way up. Keeping his face down to shield his reddened cheeks, he’s on his feet before any of you can say anything.

“I’ve got to go,” he mutters, dashing off like he’s being chased away.

Once he’s out of sight, you can’t hold it in any longer. Laughing out loud, you swiftly realise you must look like a madman when you see Felix and Jisung’s perplexed faces.

“What was that about?” Felix asks.

“Oh, nothing,” you smile. “Just an inside joke.”

[yourstargirlyyy-recs]

WAIT I LOVE THIS SM

[mang0d0ll]

Hehehehe thank you so much!

[kunasthiast]

bathroom meetings

you were finally in the tub.

bubbles everywhere. hair piled up. candle lit. mood set was divine. perfect silence. peace. it was your me time. after a ridiculous week that felt like being hit repeatedly with a spreadsheet and then lit on fire, the only thing you wanted was solitude and maybe for your skin to absorb enough lavender oil to knock you out for twelve hours.

sukuna had been in full corporate tyrant mode the past few days. buried in meetings. constantly yelling into headsets like he was declaring war (he might’ve been).

there were moments you’d pass by the home office and hear him through the closed doors: “i said quarterly projections, not emotional projections. are you fucking with me?”

in that same low, terrifying voice he used when he was threatening that random guy on the street who once slapped your head thinking you were his friend. and obviously, that’s the tone that meant someone’s career was about to combust.

not that sukuna had been ignoring you, though. there were still sleepy kisses in the morning. half-asleep cuddles at night. coffee mug swaps between meetings. the quiet, steady kind of love. but you missed him. his annoying, smug, feral ass. just a little.  

so when the bathroom door creaked open mid-bath, you didn’t even flinch. you just knew. and yep, there he was.

dragging in his entire goddamn office chair. into the fucking bathroom.

yes, a literal, high-backed, leather executive monstrosity. the one he always dramatically called ‘the only chair that respects my spine.’ he wheeled it in like he was about to conduct a strategy meeting in your bubble sanctuary. and then he parked it casually beside the sink, facing you.    

you blinked at him from your lavender-scented cocoon of suds, “what the hell, babe… are you serious right now?”

“hi, baby,” he said, already settling into the seat like this was perfectly reasonable. “i wanna spend time with you. so i brought my chair.”

“…in the bathroom?”

“yeah, got a problem with it? you’re hot. the lighting’s warm. the air smells like that purple crap you love. it’s a vibe. this is my happy place.”

you stared at him. “you brought your chair.”

“‘course I did,” he said, already opening his laptop (he fucking brought one) and clicking away like this was just another thursday. “i’m swamped. figured i could do my stupid shit and look at you. productivity. efficiency. serotonin. and dopamine. win-win.”

you squinted at him. he never used that many words to justify something unless he was spiraling. which meant that he’s fucking really drained for today – an oddity. sukuna never gets drained. he had the chaotic stamina of a toddler with an espresso machine. weird visual, but whatever. 

“you just wanted to watch me and pretend it was multitasking.” you teased.

“baby, i don’t need to pretend to watch you,” sukuna replied without shame, eyes flicking down over your shoulders, lingering for a breath too long. “i’m your husband. it’s practically in the vows.”

you groaned and slid lower into the bubbles. “you’re so annoying. you have zero concept of personal space.”

“bold of you to say when i was balls deep in you last week,” he muttered, eyes back on the laptop screen.

you rolled your eyes. “rude. that was emotional love-making, actually.”

“you cried after,” he added helpfully, with a teasing grin this time, looking at you.

“i was overstimulated and exhausted!”

“from all the love,” he said, voice dropping slightly as he winked. “you looked so fuckin’ pretty like that, by the way. all whimpery and soft. should’ve taken a photo. mental health purposes.” he then turned back to his laptop and continued doing whatever shit he was doing like he hadn’t just shattered your dignity. 

“god, you’re insufferable,” you sighed, watching him lean back and spread his legs like he owned the damn place (he does). shirtless. and just in his boxers. basically, a menace in soft lighting.

“only for you,” he said, then paused, dragging his eyes down again. his fingers slowed on the keyboard. “you always sit like that in the tub when you want me to look.”

you froze slightly. “‘kuna, i’m literally just bathing.”

“uh-huh. with your knees poking out of the bubbles like that. water dripping down your collarbone. are we pretending you’re not trying to make me fail this report?”

you stared him down. “you’ve been shirtless all day. i haven’t said a word.”

“you bit me earlier. for no reason.”

“you were walking around with a pen in your mouth like a chew toy!”

he grinned and stretched out in the chair, legs wide, muscles relaxed. “ohhh, my bad, madame la professeur. je m’excuse.” his voice dipped, teasing. “would you prefer I recite conjugations again?” 

you choked on a laugh, bubbles shifting. “no... baby, stop. i don’t wanna heart it,” you said as you covered your ears.

“sweetheart, you threatened to drown me with a beret when i said ‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi’ in class.”

“because you said it in front of the TA! and winked at me after saying that, who does that?”

“me, obviously. and now look at us,” he gestured vaguely between the two of you, “still conjugating. still undressing with language.”

“gross.”

“grammatical,” he corrected smugly.

“anyway,” you huffed, “this was supposed to be sacred alone time.”

“correction,” he said, typing, “this is now sacred us time.”

“i can’t believe this is what my marriage looks like.”

he looked up again, glasses low on his nose. hair messy from a full day of stress-yanking (not love-making). dark eyes locked onto you like you were another report he was ready to manhandle. “consider me your emotional support office chair. i’m quiet. i click keys. i’m shirtless. it’s a wellness experience, brat.”

you gave him a deadpan look. “remind me again why you’re still doing reports when you own the entire damn company?”

“because my exec team is full of morons and apparently need their daddy to babysit the fucking budget.” he muttered, his eyes back on the screen.

“… so you really say that in meetings? ‘don’t worry, daddy’s here with the spreadsheets’?”

he gave you a withering look. “baby, don’t make me come over there and show you why they call me that.”

you sat up straighter, mock-scandalized. “you are not turning my bath into a boardroom kink.”

“oh, please,” he snorted. “you’d let me reorganize your filing system if i said that it in that voice.”

 “try me,” you puffed your cheeks and threatened, “i will throw a loofah at you. and for the record, ‘kuna? this is ambush. i was having sacred time, you bulldozer.”

“and yet… you married me.”

“temporarily lost judgment.”

“five-year lapse?”

you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “shut up. you’re ridiculous.”

“correct. and in love.” he said easily, shifting the laptop onto his other lap. and you let out a soft laugh at that because you know it’s true. 

for a moment, he didn’t say anything. just watched you, still half-soaked in warm light and bubbles. his eyes lingered, not with hunger and mischief, but with something softer. like he was memorizing. or making sure you’re here.

“you good, babe?” you asked.

he blinked, like coming back from wherever his head has gone. “yep, just…” he shrugged. “you’re the best part of the day, baby. seriously though, i missed you,” he said voice quieter now, like it didn’t just knock the air out of your lungs.

you blinked and froze a little. not because he said it, but because of how soft he said it. you rolled your eyes again, but your heart was already melting. “i’ve been busy. you’ve been busy. it’s fine.”

“it’s not fine,” he said, not looking up from the screen. “i like working. but i like you more. well, love. whatever, you know.”

that... shut you up a little. for a whole minute, even. you stared at him as candlelights softened the hard lines of his face. he was typing again, brows furrowed, but his jaw was tight.

“… okay, damn. for someone who threatened brad from finance with a stapler, that’s surprisingly romantic, ‘kuna.” you said quietly.

he cracked a small smile. “brad’s an idiot. you, on the other hand, are my peace.”

you were silent for a second and sighed out relief you’ve been wanting to let out for the past week. “well, you’re a clingy little bitch.”

“only for you, baby,” he said without missing a beat. then he smirked and cocked his head, eyes sliding over your shoulder, chest, legs – all barely hidden under the bubbles. 

“also, this bath is really doing things to my productivity levels. like, negative productivity. you gonna stand up at some point or do i have to pretend i dropped something in your bathwater?” he added, clearly back to his cocky self.

you threw the loofah at him. he caught it one-handed. “you’re such a menace.”

“only for you, brat,” he repeated again, softer this time. then added, “also, your left boob’s out. always a ten out of ten.”

“get out.”

“i just got comfortable,” he grinned. “and again… i’m your husband. my perving is legally protected.”

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a/n: lol i went thru a writing slump last month and i can't think of anything – and thank heavens i've maxxed out my scrolling that i was able to come out of that coping (from a failed subject and delayed grad) lol so here's another husband!sukuna just bc and this ain't proofread

[mang0d0ll]

currently watching the live action cool doji danshi and OHMYGOD I WANNA WRITE FLUFF FICS OF THEM SO BADLY

[bambismoon]

wicked twisted road uncle!kuna x reader

synopsis | when tragedy leaves sukuna a child to raise, you choose to stay and life changes quietly [college au]

warnings - [mdni] mentions of death + accidents | grief | just angsty but soft overall

main masterlist

❋

it wasn’t the warmth of the sun peeking in through the blinds or the ridiculous heat that radiated off your furnace of a boyfriend that woke you up. 

instead, it was the two year old that was very convinced that the world should be awake when he was. 

“up!” came the small, sleepy demand from your side of the bed. 

you cracked one eye open, room still relatively dark, your phone lighting up with a shining 5:24am on the screen. criminally early for two college students, but a norm for you and sukuna.

you spotted yuji’s small figure by the foot of the bed, padding across hardwood, socks mismatched and salmon hair sticking up in every possible direction, chubby cheeks indented with the evidence of his deep sleep. 

“mmm, hi baby…” you murmured, voice thick with sleep as watched the boy climb onto the bed without a word, knees digging into your stomach as he settled there like he belonged. 

“mornin’!” yuji chirped, patting your cheek with a soft, clumsy hand making you smile softly, despite yourself. that’s been his favorite word recently. 

you placed a hand on his little back to make sure he wouldn’t fall over before your eyes slipped shut again once more, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny chubby hand that was still pressed against your face. 

his hands still faintly smelled of crayons and his favorite fruit snacks, familiar and comforting. 

“good morning, buddy…” you whispered, already shifting, already giving into his enthusiasm to start his day at this ungodly hour.

beside you, sukuna groaned, his large body still against yours, chest warming your back as his face dug into the side of your neck. 

his groan reverberated against your skin, rough and deep in his chest as he moved to roll onto his back, an arm thrown over his eyes, as if simply the concept of getting up was offensive. 

his voice came out scraped raw with exhaustion, “little shit loves to torture us.”

yuji turned instantly, beaming at the sound of his uncle’s voice before plopping back against your side, curling in closer as his chubby cheek rested against your stomach. 

you gently smiled, hand brushing against his soft tufts of hair, glancing at your glaring boyfriend, “don’t curse, ryo, he’s just a baby.” 

sukuna rolled his eyes, muttering a baby, my ass as you simply bit back a laugh as yuji’s big eyes watched you like you’d caused the sun to come up that morning. 

sukuna peeked through his fingers, one ruby eye glaring down at the traitor pressed so contently to your ribs and the look he gave yuji was all mock annoyance and tired affection. 

“menace.” he grumbled as his hand moved forward to run his fingers through yuji’s pink locks once before his hand rested on your hip, turning to you as his eyes went soft. always soft, only for you. 

yuji giggled once at sukuna who didn’t even do anything. nonetheless, the sound came small and unrestrained and it undid you both every time. 

“mornin’, baby.” 

your stomach fluttered at his morning voice, gruff and deep, it made you practically unravel every time. 

“morning, kuna.” 

and sukuna could say the same. his heart beat different when you spoke, as if you called to it in a different rhythm, a different sound his entire being couldn’t resist. 

you slid out from under the covers gently, lifting yuji with you and settling him on your hip as your feet met the cool hardwood floors. sukuna’s white shirt drowned your figure as you padded your way to the bathroom, yuji’s warm cheek resting against your collarbone as his big eyes watched you freshen up. 

you placed him on the counter then, allowing him to watch with giant curious eyes as you brushed your teeth and did your skincare, allowing him to babble words and somewhat string sentences that you didn’t fully understand but comprehended at the same time. 

as you began brushing your hair gently, big arms snaked around your waist, nose nudging your jaw as you blushed softly. 

“mmm, you aways smell so good…” sukuna practically inhaled you as you shook your head gently, small hands pushing against tattooed forearms that wouldn’t budge. 

meanwhile, yuji watched kuna with big wondrous eyes that mirrored his own, messy bed-head that mirrored his own and a dimpled grin that mirrored his own. 

your chest clenched with effort, affection and everything that lived in between. 

“ryo,” you murmured as sukuna finally stepped beside you, reaching over for his own toothbrush, eyes assessing yuji in his little dinosaur pajamas, “what time’s practice?” 

sukuna’s eyes met you through the mirror as you applied your lip mask, hand on yuji’s little belly to make sure he didn’t fall off the bathroom counter.

“eight,” sukuna answered through a mouthful of toothpaste as you picked up yuji once more, “y’got labs today?” 

you simply hummed in agreement, moving the little boy to your hip as you exited the bathroom to walk out the room, towards the kitchen. 

the apartment was still quiet, birds only just starting to chirp and the faint hum of cars outside filling the space between breaths. 

two bedrooms, a living room, toys always half put away and a sink that never stayed empty. contained chaos, you liked to call it. 

“hmm, what are we feeling, baby?” you murmured as yuji grinned his gummy grin at you, “eggs? yogurt? cereal?” 

“eggs!” yuji’s reply came instantly, excitement filling his little body as his hands played with the ends of your hair.

“cereal!” sukuna called from the bedroom before appearing at the kitchen doorway, his hair sleep-softened and falling into his eyes in messy tufts of pink. 

he watched you like he always did in the mornings, all quiet and unreadable, something heavy and warm sitting just behind his ribs. only for you. 

you glanced at him, unimpressed, “you’re not getting cereal.”

yuji gasped in solidarity as you smiled amusedly at the boy. 

sukuna huffed a laugh despite himself, pushing himself forward as he crossed the room, still barefoot and only clad in his black briefs. he moved towards you, arm snaking around your hip as he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head and your cheek before moving to your mouth, pressing a soft and slow kiss to your soft lips. 

yuji huffed gently, tiny hand pressing against sukuna’s cheek once, a little slap that didn’t faze him one bit, as he was used to yuji’s antics. sukuna still narrowed his eyes playfully at the boy, “stupid, kid. she’s mine.”

yuji frowned, “mine!” 

you rolled your eyes at the two boys, huffing before moving to get the eggs to make breakfast, “ridiculous.”

but something bloomed in your chest, tender as it warmed your heart like no other. 

sukuna grunted as you both moved around each other with practiced ease, domesticity dripping through every movement like it was craved into every space of your home and your beings.

you moved to slide yuji into his little chair, already peeling a banana to occupy him with as yuji watched with reverent focus. 

once the boy was distracted, shoving mushed banana into his mouth, you made your way back to the stove as sukuna prepared his protein shake. 

“i got practice in an hour,” sukuna stated, voice steady as you placed the pan on the stove, waiting for it to heat up, “i’ll drop him off at daycare on my way.” 

you nodded softly, cracking multiple eggs into the pan, because you knew sukuna alone would eat eight eggs himself. in this economy. 

“i have lectures and labs till twelve,” you replied gently as sukuna placed a hand on your hip to maneuver around you to the cabinet by you, “i’ll pick him up. hime said she’s free to watch him too cuz her lecture was cancelled.”

sukuna snorted, “yuji hates her.” 

you rolled your eyes with a faint smile, turning to glance at yuji who was watching both of you as if he was part of the conversation, humming to himself and feet kicking happily. 

it was true, yuji disliked utahime for reasons you weren’t quite sure about. maybe it was her consistently blank face, barely ever a trace of a smile, but really, you couldn’t be sure. 

sukuna leaned against the counter, arms crossed and eyes following you as you moved around with practiced ease and as your smaller self leaned up to reach for something too high, he was grabbing it before you could part your lips to speak. and in your rush, he’d place a hand on the corner of the cabinet to make sure your head wouldn't hit the wood. 

like second nature. everything was like second nature. 

some days, that terrified him. not because it was bad, but because it was good. 

because you didn’t have to be here. but you were. 

and thank fuck, because he wouldn’t survive without you. 

he reached out without thinking, big hands against the side of hair face, fingers in your hair and thumb stroking your brow, once, twice before you looked up from the bacon and eggs. 

and fuck, if his heart didn’t stop. 

your doe eyes looked up at him, still laced with sleep and something gentler, something benevolent that always warmed his chest with something he couldn’t name if he tried. 

he didn’t have to say anything for you to understand him, going back to the task at hand as he kept his hand on you. he had no real reason to touch you beyond habit. 

a habit that had long since outgrown itself. 

his thumb lingered at your brow, calloused pad smoothing over soft skin like he was claiming something fragile, grounding himself more than you. 

he watched as your pretty lashes fluttered, blinking up at him, the soft crease between your brows drawn by your focus smoothing over when your eyes met his. always his. 

“gonna burn the bacon, baby.” he murmured quietly before you gasped gently, glancing down at the pan as you scrambled to flip them over, huffing gently. 

“you’re distracting.” 

something eased in his chest at that. 

distracting meant present. real. here. 

sukuna stepped back with arms folded over his broad chest, leaning against the counter once more, eyes never leaving you. he counted things without realizing it. how many times your brows pinched, the way you tucked a stray hair behind your ear, the unconscious sway of your hips as you hummed along to whatever tune was stuck in your pretty head. 

he always memorized you liked that. just in case. 

yuji squealed from his chair, banana smeared across his mouth and fingers alike, “messy!”

“i see that.” you giggled, moving forward, hand brushing kuna’s bare abdomen as he moved to stand at the stove instead, with practiced ease. 

you were giggling and sharing words with the boy who grinned up at you as you wiped his hands gently, followed by his cheeks, nose crinkling when he tried to dodge you. 

“no! no!” yuji protested playfully as you shook your head. 

“yes.” you corrected calmly, like the word had never failed you once and it hadn’t as yuji conceded softly, big eyes watching you like something holy. 

sukuna watched the exchange with something dangerously close to reverence. 

you were steady, always had been. even when you were tired, even when the world demanded too much, even when you could have walked away from all of this, you stayed. 

you stayed with him. for him. 

then, eventually for yuji too. 

that thought sliced through him every time he remembered, sharp and sudden.

you didn’t need him. 

not financially. not practically. not even emotionally, all things considered. 

you stayed because you wanted to. 

and that terrified him more than if you’d been trapped. 

breakfast passed in fragments, as it always did with a chaotic two year old. 

yuji demanded more eggs, sukuna insisted he was running late while still shoving bacon and eggs into his mouth, you shoved more of your homemade sourdough onto a plate and reminded him that he couldn’t train on an empty stomach. 

by half-past seven, jackets were pulled on and shoes were found…eventually. 

yuji was wrangled into his tiny jacket, arms stiff as boards as he fought the entirety of the process. 

“cmon.” sukuna grumbled as yuji pouted, demanding that he should put on his own jacket, “you’re two. no.”

“two and big!” yuji corrected.

you bit your lip to keep from giggling at a crouching sukuna wrestling his two year old nephew to put on his jacket. 

sukuna sighed deeply, kneeled down as he guided yuji’s arms through the sleeves with surprising patience. his hands were careful, movements precise, as if yuji was something breakable even as the kid grumbled back. 

the morning air bit at your skin as you stepped out, slow as yuji padded along beside you and sukuna who’s hand ghosted your lower back through your little trench coat. 

sukuna loaded his duffel into the truck while you buckled yuji into his car seat, fingers lingering a second longer than necessary as you adjusted the straps. 

“you okay?” sukuna asked lowly, eyes assessing and noticing, always noticing. 

you glanced up, surprised, “yeah, why?”

he shook his head once, jaw tightening slightly, “just seem tired.”

“m’fine, ryo.” you smiled gently, leaning up to place a soft kiss against his jaw before moving to the passengers seat, the man’s eyes following with diligence.  

sukuna dropped off yuji first, the little boy fussy at the thought of leaving you both but you promise him you’d pick him up soon. 

then it was just the two of you in the car, sukuna’s hand warm against your thigh even through the wool of your coat, your smaller fingers playing with his hand, tracing the tattoo of your initial on his finger.

it was a warm and comforting silence that placed itself between you, both your eyes still tired but hearts full. 

campus came into view too quickly for your boyfriend’s liking. 

sukuna slowed anyway, like delay might stretch the moment. he pulled over where he always did, engine idling and hand tightening both on the wheel and your thigh as you sighed softly, unbuckling your seatbelt as he turned to look at you. 

his gaze softened, too much, all at once. 

and you knew that look more than anyone and it killed you every time. 

you hated when he looked at you like he was already grieving you, like he’d never see you after this. 

“hey,” you whispered gently, hand coming up to rest against his jaw, thumb caressing softly, sensing something beneath the quiet, “i’ll see you at home.”

he nodded once, leaning over to press a kiss against your lips, quick to deepen it further tongue peaking out to trace your bottom lip as his hands cradled your face like something precious. you pulled away gently to look at him but he merely pressed another kiss to your lips, then the corner of your mouth and your cheek. lingering and grounding, like words he didn’t trust himself to say. 

“don’t forget to eat.” he murmured against your lips, eyes still shut and pressing one more kiss to the soft plush of your lips before pulling away fully, scarlett eyes opening to gaze at you. 

you grinned gently, opening the door, “text me if practice runs late. don’t forget physio after.” 

he didn’t respond, watching you walk away until the doors of the building sallowed you whole and took you away from his eyes, where he could see you and know you were there. 

then he exhaled, slow and shaky. 

he knew he’d see you at home, he always did. 

he always would. 

❋

students buzzed past you as you entered the lecture hall that smelled faintly of coffee and disinfectant, your mind somewhere else completely as you made your way to your usual seat beside shoko. 

you placed your tote down, pulling out your ipad with a sigh as the overhead lights hummed softly, too bright for the slight headache setting in your temples. 

shoko was already seated, long legs stretched out beneath the table as she scrolled through her phone with a huff. 

“i swear,” she began, putting her phone down to fully face you, “if i see that man at the party tonight, i won’t even fucking glance at him!” 

you knew who she was talking about and you offered a simple hum in response, absenmindedly picking at your nails. 

“like actually, though!” you knew her words were futile and she’d end up right back in his bed, as she usually did, “i’m not giving in this time.”

and you hummed again, thoughtful. 

shoko finally studied you then, one dark brow lifting, “are you even listening to me?”

were you? not really. 

but her words pulled you bak into the room as you blinked softly, “yeah, yup. no giving in.” 

she stared at you for a beat too long, narrowed eyes assessing, “oh how times have changed. you don’t even know about the party tomorrow.”

you hadn’t even been to a party for a year, ever since the accident landed a one year old yuji in you and sukuna’s lap. 

something hit you then, heavy but not completely sad. something different. 

you didn’t answer your friend right away. instead, your mind slipped, unbidden, towards the salmon haired boy. boys, really. both of them.

you wondered if yuji was still fussy or if the teachers had managed to distract him with his favorite snacks and toys. you wondered if practice was already wrecking sukuna’s shoulder and if he ignored the ache like he always did. like he usually would. 

you hoped both of them would check the front pockets of their bags and see the little note you’d placed along with fruit snacks for yuji and a protein bar for sukuna. well, yuji couldn't read so you settled for a cute doodle instead.

you made a mental note to text sukuna during break. 

“helloooo!” shoko waved a hand to your face making you blink up at her, “are you good?” 

you nodded softly, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

shoko leaned back in her seat, eyes soft as she looked at you, “about?”

you hesitated for a moment and you hated that you did. 

because it proved that even you, deep down, in your subconscious or whatever resided deep in your chest knew that it was pointless to explain. that even though you were months younger than your friend, she’d never understand any of it. 

what were you thinking about? you were thinking about dinner. about yuji’s pediatric appointment next week. about whether yuji would go down easy tonight or fight sleep like a menace. you thought about sukuna’s eyes when he watched you walk away this morning, like you’d leave the second he blinked. 

“just stuff.” you finally settled on. 

shoko studied you then, really studied you. the faint shadows beneath your eyes, the way your fingers absently travel the edge of your desk, like you were grounding yourself. 

“you’re different…” shoko stated softly, suddenly, not unkindly, “than even a year ago today.” 

and you smiled gently, not defensive and not sad, just honest. 

you knew you’d changed. the moment the accident happened, the moment yuji was on your doorstep with social services, you knew you had a choice. 

either choose sukuna and grow up way too fast or leave and live the way you were a year ago. 

“i know.”

she tilted her head, “you miss it? you ever wish you could go back?”

you considered the question for a beat. 

you loved the chaos of it all. the recklessness, the loudness, the carefree energy that screamed youth and the absolute pinnacle of college lfe. 

and now…the chaos was still there. but different. 

it was warmer, sticky handed and couldn’t let you sleep in past sunrise. it smelled like fruit snacks and laundry detergent and sukuna’s soap. it lived in routines you never, ever thought you’d crave or grow to fall in love with. 

“no…i don’t think so.” you said quietly, “i like…knowing where i’m needed.”

shoko rolled her eyes with a small laugh, “that is such an old people answer!”

you simply shrugged with a gentle smile of your own. 

the professor walked in then conversation faded into the distance as shoko leaned closer. 

“are you ever scared?” she whispered like she couldn’t let it go, “that you grew up too fast?” 

you turned to her slowly, wide eyes soft as you considered it. 

yes, you did grow up too fast, yuji barging into your life when you and sukuna were still twenty and reckless and somewhat negligent. 

that had changed overnight. 

when the news came, when sukuna’s brother and wife had gotten into an accident and sukuna was listed as the official godparent, there was no doubt in your mind that you would stay.

but sometimes, you wished things were different. not that you didn’t want yuji, you loved the kid more than anything. but your mind couldn’t help but think about the future where yuji wouldn’t have his actual parents, where he’d grow to resent it all. you. maybe. 

you though of sukuna, twenty and carrying the weight of the world like he’d been born with it placed over his shoulders. you thought of yuji’s sleepy grin this morning, utterly unbothered by how strange and fragile life could be. 

“sometimes.” you admitted, then softer and truer, you whispered, “but i wouldn’t change a thing.”

the lecture blurred after that. you took notes the best you could with your mind drifting every few minutes. back home, back in sukuna’s car, back to the way he’d kissed you like he was anchoring himself to the idea that you’d return.

a year ago, your biggest worry was passing your finals. 

now, it was whether the people you loved were okay. 

you glanced down at your phone, the wallpaper blinking back at you. 

a picture taken just this summer at the fair photo booth. 

four pictures of you sukuna and yuji. one of you all grinning, yuji having sticky cotton candy residue on his adorable cheeks. sukuna merely had a smirk on his face as he gazed at the camera lazily. the next was all of you with your tongues out, sukuna’s tongue piercing glinting in the light as yuji’s little face merely mimicked the face you’d made. the third was softer, quieter, of sukuna holding yuji up between you, both of you placing a kiss on one of his chubby cheeks as his eyes widened, squealing at the flash. 

the last was your favorite. sukuna had softly squeezed your side, making you giggle harder than you’d meant to as both sukuna and yuji looked at you, softness and warmth in their gaze. sukuna wasn’t smiling, merely watching you like the sound of your laugh had resurrected him. and yuji was sporting a gummy grin, as if he couldn’t help but mirror your happiness. 

your chest filled, warm and sudden. 

you didn’t mind at all. 

❋

“can someone tell me why the theme is cowboy sluts?” gojo groaned as he stretched on the mat, a scowl painting his pale features, “that’s not even creative! now, cowboy pillows, that’s where it’s at. we’d see tits all ni-“

“shut up, gojo,” geto tutted with a shake of his head as he used the foam roller for his leg, utterly tired of satoru’s complains. 

frankly, sukuna couldn’t care less about any of it. 

he had mastered the art of blocking out his friends when they spoke about trivial shit like this, stuff that was once everything, now amounting to nothing. 

sukuna pulled his pump cover off, tossing it into his duffel by the bench. his hands shoved the hoodie inside, fingers softly brushing against a small folded piece of paper. 

his mouth tilted just a bit, chest constricting in the way it always did when it came to you. 

don’t forget to stretch, pls! and drink water! and come home asap. we love you ♡

his chest practically caved in with the effort of his beating heart. fuck, he loved you. 

a note that was so familiar, notes you’d been placing in his gym bags everyday since freshman year, still illicit the same lovesick reaction from him. he was pathetic. 

except the notes changed recently, a year ago to be exact. 

what was once i love you transitioned into we. we. 

as in you and yuji. 

like it was obvious, natural, second-nature. like he didn’t carry a sense of guilt from it all every second of his day. 

“yo, sukuna,” gojo called out, “why don’t you and the missus come for a change? you could use the break.” 

and the words shouldn’t have irked him as much as they did. maybe it was simply because it was gojo’s stupid ass uttering them. 

but something in his gut twisted, irritation twinged like a rock stuck in his shoe. 

like something he could constantly feel but tried to ignore for his own comfort.

because you could use the break. you could use every moment of peace he’d robbed you of the moment he took yuji in.

he couldn’t let anyone else do it, he was legally the godfather. plus, they had no immediate family but his grandfather and he was too old to care for a one year old. 

he always felt guilt for it, but he did look. he tried to find a way out, any world where you and him could just stay the way you were. no rush of responsibilities forcing your relationship out of whack. no chance that you might leave. no world where you wouldn’t pick him. 

all the while, he remembered you being in the other room with yuji, feeding him and singing him soft lullabies. he wasn't aware then that you’d already made your choice. 

that your soul had already shifted, that your mind made room and your heart opened up to the little pink haired boy that resembled the man you loved too much for his own good. 

sukuna stripped you of your youth, at least that’s how he saw it. 

“nah, man.” sukuna’s word were sharp, simple, practically holding a sign to gojo to shut the fuck up and don’t push. 

but he always had an inkling that gojo couldn’t fucking read. 

“oh come on, bro!” gojo whined, “you both haven’t been to a party in ages. and i know utahime can watch yuji today-“ 

“i said no. drop it.” sukuna’s words were low, venomous, coated with defenses he was all too aware of. insecurities and worries pointed out like a flaw he tried his best to conceal. 

sukuna didn’t gauge his reaction as he stood instead, continuing to stretch out his shoulder with a small plate, feeling the dull ache already settling deeper there. he welcomed it, got used to it. but also took care of it, because he promised you he would. 

he hated his mind. he hated his mind since he was younger but he hated it especially since his brother had passed and his life was thrusted into this abyss he couldn’t find light in. 

but he didnt have to. you were it the whole time. 

it took sukuna two months to hold yuji. it took four for him to finally change a diaper and it took six for him to finally be able to put the boy to sleep. 

and that only dug the whole that held his guilt even deeper, deeper. 

because you never complained once. 

you changed every diaper he avoided, put him to sleep when yuji cried hours into the night while sukuna laid awake in your room, chest tight and eyes unblinking. you bathed him, fed him and took him to every appointment when sukuna was too busy. 

too busy grieving. grieving his bother, grieving for yuji but most of all, grieving you. 

the whole situation fucked him up in the head. it was like a ticking time bomb planted in his home and he was never aware of when it’d go off. 

fucking sick and cruel and it made him want to throw up in anxiousness. 

when would you leave? 

because you couldn’t stay, no, you wouldn’t. 

you were only twenty two and basically a mother. you weren’t even married. 

you had been dating sukuna for three years when the accident happened. serious? yes. enough to raise a child with him? no. 

most nights he wished you’d have just left that same night the lawyers and social services had shown up. alas, you never did. 

and he wasn’t sure what was worse. if you’d have left or the torturous wait. 

“you good?” geto’s words, laced with something soft and sympathetic. 

sukuna nodded once, despising the sympathy more than anything. 

coach barked about some exercise and he was grateful for the distraction. except, you were never quite as far as he’d hoped you’d be sometimes. 

every time he stilled, every time his body stoped moving, he thought of you. you. you. 

how your hair would brush against your cheeks as you listened to the lecturer, brow furrowing as you took notes, your pretty eyes all wide and focused. he wondered if you remembered to drink water, if you’d eaten anything or just picked at some disgusting nutrition bar. 

sukuna wondered if you were thinking of him like he did you. if you always felt his absence like he craved to never feel yours while simultaneously wishing you’d grant him it. 

ryomen sukuna was a selfish man. 

because even though he knew it was right to let you go. to let you carry out your youth without the burden of taking care of a kid that isn’t yours, of skipping lectures and missing labs because yuji’s sick, of spacing out in tests because you wondered if sukuna was okay. he wished he could rid you of every single worry. 

but that would mean ridding himself of you. your eyes, your warmth, your pretty face and the way you made something in him ache in the best way. 

and he couldn’t do it. 

if you had left that night like he sometimes laid at night hoping you did, yuji wouldn’t be here. he’d be in some foster home, sukuna was sure of it. because the pain of grief would have killed him, he was sure. 

you had saved him, not yuji or divine intervention, it was you. 

the thought lodged into his chest like a splinter. 

you didn’t have to stay. but you did then and every day since. 

and when practice ended, he didn’t think of a party or an exam, he thought about getting home. back to yuji, back to you. because he had people waiting on him now, counting on him. and fuck, if that wasn’t the scariest thing ever. 

and if it wasn’t enough to keep him alive. 

❋

the moment sukuna stepped foot into the apartment, his chest stilled. 

it was overwhelmingly warm, not literally, but warmth that was so grounding, it made his shoulders sag before he could think too hard. he placed his keys in the little hook by the door, resting against your own with a soft clatter. he kicked his shoes off without looking, duffel slipping from his grip to land by the wall with a dull thud.   

his shoulder rolled once as he winced, then again. 

the sound came next, a soft babble, high-pitched and excited. the sound was punctuated by your voice, low and soothing, threaded with patience even as you scolded gently. 

“no, baby, it’s hot.” you murmured, “we look with our eyes only.”

sukuna followed your voice, as he always did. as he always would, whatever and whenever.

and there you were. freshly showered, he could smell your familiar scent, fresh and comforting. your hair was damp and sukuna’s large shirt covered the expanse of your otherwise nude body, slipping off one shoulder as you stood barefoot against the floor.  

yuji was perched on your lip like he belonged there, as if it was the only place he’d ever known. one chubby arm looped itself around your neck, gripping strands of your hair while the other was clutching onto a wooden spoon sukuna knew you’d given to preoccupy him. 

your playlist was low in the background, wicked twisted road being your chosen song of the night as you hummed softly, the rasp and chords filling the gentle quiet of the kitchen.

yuji looked up when sukuna entered, face lighting up the second he spotted his uncle, eyes wide and shining, “kuna!”

the word hit him square in the chest. 

sukuna didn't answer right away, simply standing there, observing, taking it in like a man who didn’t quite trust that if he blinked, it wouldn’t all disappear. 

his eyes were on you. always you. waiting for you to turn, too look at him so he could look at you right back. to make sure you were still here, choosing him, wanting him at least half as much as he wanted you. 

and turn, you did. your doe eyes found him immediately and something in your posture softened the moment you did. relief flickered across your face so quickly, you didn’t even notice it yourself. but he did. and fuck, did he feel it right back. 

“you’re home,” you smiled softly, warm and pretty. like the sentence meant everything. like it was a promised fulfilled. 

yuji wriggled in your arms excitedly, little shrieks leaving him as the spoon flailed dangerously close to sukuna’s face as the little boy reached out for him, “up! up!” 

sukuna’s mouth twitched, eyes rolling as he moved closer, snatching the boy up with one big hand easily before resting him against his chest. the kid squealed as he was hoisted into the air, giggling bright and loud as sukuna pressed a kiss against the tuft of soft pink, eyes gazing at you through his lashes. 

your gaze lingered on the two boys, soft, aching and reverent. 

sukuna felt it all, the way your eyes held him like he was something worth keeping, worth choosing over and over again. 

and that scared him more than anything. 

“dinner’s almost ready,” you said gently as you turned back to the stove, “made your favorite.”

of course you did. 

yuji began whining once more, apparently already tired of his uncle and needing you once more. just like sukuna. 

he watched the way yuji reached out instinctively and how you reached back just as easily, fingers brushing his small back without interrupting your stirring. 

seamless. too seamless. 

domestic in a way that felt carved rather than learned. 

he moved forward then, broad chest against your smaller frame, hand on the bare skin of your hip as you softened against him. 

“you stink,” you murmured, head tilting back to gaze up at him with wide and amused eyes, “shower before dinner.” 

sukuna smirked gently, leaning down to peck your nose, then your cheek, then leading kisses all the way to your mouth and stayed there. 

even as yuji squealed in a possessive protest, chubby hand slapping sukuna’s bad shoulder as if he knew, sukuna barely flinched. 

he deepend the kiss even more, tongue licking your bottom lip before plunging itself into your mouth with fervor. 

yuji had already given up, cheek pressing against your neck as sukuna cupped your jaw, maneuvering your face to deepen the kiss further. 

you hummed, pulling away with pink swollen lips that matched sukuna’s. he breathed against you for a moment as you tried to catch your breath, planting slow kisses across your neck and collarbone. 

“i’ll shower…” he murmured against your lips once more, kissing you deeply once more before finally allowing you turn back to the food. 

“thank god.” you murmured teasingly, shooting him a menacingly hot smirk as he shook his had. 

there were a thousand things sitting on his tongue. 

i missed you. 

i hate leaving. 

i’m constantly afraid you’ll get tired of me. of us. 

i’m scared you’ll wake up one day and realize this isn’t the life you wanted. 

he said nothing. instead, he reached out one more time, hand big against your waist it like he needed proof you were real. 

the chaos was real. of all the things said and not. 

it was tangible, sticky and loud and most days, so fucking exhausting. 

and it was yours. 

❋

ahhh a little one-shot of uncle!kuna for yall 🥹🥹 i was super inspired by the concept and loved the idea so wanted to make my own version !!

i think a drabble for it aint me babe is next!!

as always lmk what u thinkkkk

art by the super talented @/to00fu !!

[adamantiumspy]

of fractures and fabrications

part 2

pairing: bones x reader

summary: you are captain pike’s daughter and have become inseparable from the enterprise crew, especially jim kirk and leonard mccoy… so when your terrible ex makes a reappearance right when you’re discovering your deeper feelings for bones, only chaos and heartache could ensue

word count: 5380

warnings: swearing, drinking

notes: my first time posting a fic, hope y’all like it! this took me a full month longer to write than I anticipated, and I may be writing this whole fic from bones’ perspective as well…

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[mang0d0ll]

MARK???? MA RK LEE!?!?!?!??!?!?!!?

[mang0d0ll]

Ok so this is a long shot but i've gotta try

My all time FAVOURITE tumblr writer was warmau (legit read their works since highschool) and ik they deleted their acc towards the end of 2024

Buf in early 2025 i couldve sworn they made a new acc and returned to tumblr, only... i cant find it anymore

Would anyone know of their new acc and whether its still up?

[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Yuta

major: plant biology

minor: n/a

sports: soccer team

clubs: photography club, earth coalition, did debate team for a while but only because he liked getting into arguments with doyoung in front of people LOL

is really popular, fun, and relaxed,,,,,,you can see him taking a stroll from the library to the lab looking absent mindedly at the trees or at the sky

but don’t underestimate him,,,,,because he’s actually really smart and organized

a lot of the research he does in his courses is praised by his teachers even though he’ll play it off and be like “ah~ i got it right? what luck!”

but in front of other students he’s like hell yeah im the prince of the plant biology major ~~

likes nature so decided he may as well make a career out of it, also taeil told him once that he looked good in white so getting to wear the lab coat kinda makes him giddy

but he frequently likes to hike and go to forests,,,even on days when it isn’t required for his major

flirts naturally with everyone, from the TA in class, to the people in his group, to people in completely different majors, once came in to check up on an experiment his group was doing on some eucalyptus plants and i shit u not he touched a leaf and was like “ahhhh, you look pretty today~” to the freaking plant

tried to tutor for plant ecology but yuta has this thing where he can plan everything perfectly in his head but when he gets to actually trying to explain anything he’s like ah,,,well,,,you see,,,,one plant,,,and other plant,,,,become friends??? wait no,,,,,biologically plants cant make friends,,,,,,they,,,,,,interact? first date? yEARS of EVOLUtiON haVE CREATed This pLANT,,,,,,,,,,,,does that not make sense

but hey,,,he tried his best

doyoung calls him “narcissist nakamoto” anytime they see each other on campus dfldskdg

but honestly,,,he’s not wrong,,,,,because every soccer game the uni has yuta somehow ends up flashing that handsome smile of his and ending up on the front page of the uni’s sports website, the uni journal, hell even the other teams school has photos of yuta because he’s undeniably attractive

esp in a soccer uniform with his hair pulled back, pretty sweat down his strong jawline, and his eyes that can go literally from ^__^ to the most sERIOUS expression

comes of cool~ and suave~ and like suuuuuch a smooth talker

but all of his friends just sneer when people gush about yuta because they’re all like “this is the dork who calls his mom at like midnight and says he misses her and cries” and also apparently enjoys kidlike things like amusement parks and kamen rider 

“isn’t yuta soooo manly and dreamy~?”

taeyong somewhere: he collects anime figures don’t trust him

jokes jokes

but it’s cute,,,,yuta is all flower boy charm in his pressed lab coat and brilliant big smile and always trying to show off that he’s a gentlemen 

but also squishing winwin’s cheeks during lunch because wahhh so cute and getting all happy over the new pokemon release like,,,,,how soft

his dorm is slightly disheveled but it proves that he works hard with stacks of books and highlighters alongside the many trophies and medals he’s won for the school

(and ofc,,,,,his kamen rider figurines lmfao)

but yep it’s summer!!! which means a lot of kids have left the campus but some classes are still going on

you happen to not be taking any,,,,but you get a job at the local fair that’s going to run all summer a couple blocks away from the uni so you decide it’d be better to just stay in the dorm and well,,,,,make that Money

yuta,,,,,,,is also staying but that’s because one of his group studies is being conducted by a teacher who won’t be back in the fall

and tbh you only know yuta vaguely,,,,you’re friends with jaehyun who has talked about him and you’ve seen him in the school news

but,,,,,you’ve also “heard” rumors about him,,,,,how apparently he likes to flirt as much as possible and isn’t really interested in anything serious

someone once said something about how he accepted ten confessions in a day but then broke up with the girls through text

and you don’t???? know him???? but those rumors feel weird and full of jealousy

but at the same time like what is it your business anyway not like you and yuta have ever interacted 

until,,,,,,that changes

see your job at the fair is pretty simple,,,,you sell tickets to the ferris wheel and tell people which cabins to sit in

the ferris wheel is pretty tiny considering this isn’t a permanent fair,,,,and the rides like 5 minutes tops,,,,,but it gets fairly popular

esp at night when all the couples walk by sharing ice-creams and cuddling up close when they buy tickets

and secretly you’re like blEGh,,,but at the same time cant lose this job so u just smile and sell tickets

and??? that’s when you notice that almost every night

yuta comes by

and you know it’s him from the face but also,,,you’ve heard him speaking japanese on the phone when buying tickets,,,,,and you don’t think anything of it

but he keeps only,,,buying,,,,one ticket,,,,,every night

and idk you don’t want to say anything because maybe,,,,this is his stress relief from summer classes????? but at the same time everyones saying this popular boy who could have anyone he wants on campus is spending his nights. alone. on the ferris wheel

somehow, without either of you saying much to each other you memorize the time he comes by and save a ticket just in case 

like two weeks into this whole ordeal you dont even ask him to pay you just hand him the ticket and yuta gives you a look but you’re just like,,,,,go

because honestly you start thinking up ridiculous scenarios like,,,maybe he cries in there???? maybe the ride reminds him of a lost loved one??? maybe,,,,,,,,he uses it as a place to scream out all his frustration 

and the tickets are way 2 overpriced anyway college kids need to help each other out

but ,,,, the night before the third week of summer classes starts yuta finally says something to you 

and when he does you almost fall down,,,,because????? but as you slide the ticket over he goes “this place closes in half an hour, right?”

you nod 

and he’s like “ill be by the entrance. let me treat you to dinner.” 

at first you think you’ve heard wrong - maybe that he needs to treat someone to dinner

but when you meet his gaze, yuta smiles and is like “i promise to be there.” before walking off like it’s the moST Casual thing to ask a STRANGER to dinner

it shocks you so much that you barely manage to stutter out a “ok” when he’s literally gone

as,,,,he promised yuta is standing at the entrance as you come out still wearing your uniform t-shirt with the fairs name sprawled across the front

and yuta motions to it and is like “cute” and you’re like um,,,,,,what is happening

and he smiles again,,,so bright even though it’s nearing ten pm and he’s like “i know you,,,,,not from the fair but from college. you go to the same one as me.” 

you nod slowly but you’re still obviously confused

which only makes yuta chuckle, throwing his head back a bit when he does but he’s like “don’t worry, im not being creepy or whatever. it’s just,,,,,i know you’ve been giving me the tickets for free for a while so i thought i should do something nice back.”

the sentiment calms you down a bit,,,even though you try to say it’s fine you don’t need to be treated but yuta just throws his hand around you

pulling you by the shoulder closer and he’s like “nah,,,,we college students need to jump at any chance we get not to waste money - so c’mon!”

and that’s how you end up at a small stall at the night market,,,,yuta piling food onto the tiny plastic table as you watch him balance drinks in his other hand

for a moment you think back to those photos you’d seen of him on the school website. the star shining athlete of the soccer team

yet here he was,,,,looking something close to a fool,,,,,but in the most endearing way

you don’t expect to talk with him for a longtime,,,,but you do. 

yuta has a way of making people feel comfortable,,,,he’s obviously sociable and sweet and it’s hard not to like someone who gives compliments and actually seems interested in you

especially since the summer semester has left you pretty lonely on campus,,,,

but when you check your watch you’re shocked to see it’s nearing 1am and you have a shift tomorrow at the fair 

so hurriedly you and yuta clean up and practically sprint back to the dorms,,,,yuta making a joke about how he hasn’t run this much since soccer practice ended 

but as you stop in front of your dorm yuta says your name,,,,,smiling and adding that he’ll see you tomorrow before heading off into the other direction 

and it’s not till your brushing your teeth,,,,,looking in the mirror that you realize,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,that you just hung out with nakamoto yuta

the next night yuta shows up as usual,,,,this time he slips something toward you in exchange for the ticket,,,,,,a ice-cream bar from the grocery 

he says that it must suck to not be able to leave and take snacks and you look at the ice cream and go “how did you know my fav-”

and he grins and is like “ah, did you forget, you told me yesterday~ i personally like their green tea flavor more but,,,,”

and with that he waves,,,,going toward the ride and you sit there,,,,looking at the ice cream

and before you know it,,,there’s a small smile on your face

yuta is even waiting for you at the entrance again so you guys can walk back to campus together

this,,,happens for a bit,,,,,and then there’s a day when you have off and you pass yuta on campus only to have him call out to you and pout because you’re not at work~ he won’t see you later??

and you’re like nope i have the day off, you’ll actually have to pay for your ticket tonight 

he makes a face that makes you burst into giggles and he’s like ill have to call my sister for more money at this point,,,,,,,or oh,,,,,should i try and get doyoung to use his card,,,,

you shake your head because what street fair accepts cards???? and he’s like rats ur right,,,,,,

but it’s cute seeing him like this,,,,, in the daylight,,,,,eyes sparkling and pretty,,,,,,,

bUT you shake that thought off as soon as you see a group of underclassman walking by and calling out to yuta,,,,,saying something about how he still owes them all lunch or something

and the rumors you’d tried to forget come back to you,,,,,,,because hey he probably isn’t treating you any differently than how he treats others

catching feelings for him???? Big No No

but yuta turns back and says he’ll see you tomorrow then and there’s a hint of happiness in his tone,,,,,but again you’re sure you’re imagining it

so why is it that the next evening,,,,your stomach is full of butterflies,,,,,,you’re practically straining your neck to see if yuta is coming,,,,,,

the moment you see the familiar silhouette you start adjusting your hair and shirt,,,,,,,,god it makes you feel embarrassed but also,,,,,when his face appears in the window,,,,,smiling and happy

it makes your heartbeat surge and you mentally have to keep yourself in check as yuta tells you about something doyoung texted him this afternoon 

tbh as you hand him the single ticket,,,,,you get the sudden urge to ask ‘why don’t you ever take someone with you on the ride? like on a date?’

but you know you shouldn’t say something like that

but when you feel his hand brush against yours,,,,,you just,,,,,,you burst

“yuta, why don’t you ever ride the ferris wheel with someone else? someone,,,,,,special?”

yuta seems taken back,,,,,for a split moment even speechless but he just looks down at the ticket and you,,,,snap back into reality

and start to apologize because that was,,,,,rude of you,,,,,super rude,,,,,god why do you never thinK properly before speaking

but yuta just chuckles and is like “ok, you’re right i should take someone special can you give me another ticket?”

your heart literally drops into your stomach,,,,because,,,,,he does have someone special,,,,,,,,,,,,

but hiding your trembling hands as you print the ticket you hand it to him only to have yuta give it back and he’s like “let’s go.”

honestly speaking you shouldn’t ever leave your post at the ticket stand but the park is closing in ten minutes and there isn’t another person in sight so when yuta pulls you in behind him ,,,,,,

you find yourself sitting in the see-through cabinet,,,,,the lights of the two flickering below you as the wheel starts to turn

and you’re too busy looking at the view to notice yuta is staring at you

funnily enough,,,even though you’ve worked most of your summer there,,,,you’d actually never gotten to ride it before

so with the sudden invitation to get on,,,,,you kind of got excited,,,,,taking your phone out even to take photos

until you hear yutas voice

“so, ive taken someone special now. are you happy?”

and you look at him and blink,,,,,,,because wait,,,,,,,,are you that special someone???????

but ur like no no no way and so you change the topic and you’re like “why do you ride this every night? does it help you think?” 

but yuta just shrugs and is like “no. i just like it. i,,,,,,like it enough to ride it twice,,,,,three times but,,,,,,,”

and you look up from your phone at him and suddenly he’s leaning over

hand coming up to hold the side of your neck

and just as you reach the top you feel his lips against yours before he’s pulling away and whispering “but i like you so much that i thought if i come everyday,,,,if i ride this everyday,,,,,won’t they notice me in time?”

and,,,,,,,,no one has ever,,,,,,so straightforwardly,,,,,,,said something like that to you so you’re shocked,,,,, 

nearly dropping the phone in your hands but,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,you manage to ask “w-why?”

and yuta laughs,,,,,,hand on his stomach and he’s like “seriously? why? because,,,,,i saw you and it was like i was looking at my dream,,,,,,the person of my dreams,,,,,,,,and then when we got to talk i knew it was right. that you’re the one.”

the ferris wheel starts moving slowly again and once you and yuta get to the bottom you step out of the cabin,,,,,still trying to process the confession from him

when yuta’s hand slips into yours and he’s like c’mon your shift is over. let me treat you again.

and,,,,,,,you follow him but suddenly halfway down the streetyou stop and yuta turns to look at you and you’re like,,,,,,, “don’t play around.”

and he’s like ? what

and you yank your hand from his and you’re like “don’t play around with me. i don’t want to be just another person you woo and then,,,,,and then dump.”

yuta watches you,,,,,nervously looking toward the ground and he lets out a sigh and is like “do you think im playing? do you know how much money i spent on that ferris wheel in the first two weeks? 6 bucks for 6 days out of the week. that’s 36 a week, that’s 72 for tWO YOU KNOW WHAT 72 DOLLARS IS FOR A COLLEGE GUY DONT YOU”

and you look up and he’s like “listen,,,,,,some rumors about me are true. like how i stare out the window during class like a moron but am also ranked in the top five of my major. yeah i tend to fall over things because im not looking, but im still the ace of the soccer team. and yeah,,,,,,,,,i like to talk and be nice to lots of people but im not a player. my feelings for you are for real.”

you swallow the lump in you throat,,,but you’re also like,,,,,,,r-really?

and yuta is like yES really now do you feel the same or no?

you look at his outstretched hand,,,,,,,and you look at him,,,,,,,the smiling boy who’d treated you to dinner, who’d come everyday not to ride the ferris wheel but to see you,,,,,,,,,,,,and you take his hand

because what is there to lose in trusting this handsome, sweet guy,,,,,,who just happens to love corny things like the ferris wheel LOL

and most people cant believe yuta is actually dating,,,,,,,,,but not because of those stupid rumors but because he seemingly has never been interested

and when you meet his friends for the first time johnny asks if yuta didn’t perhaps pay you on the downlow to pretend-

but yuta is like heY im not you mr. chicago and ur like ????? and johnny is like fine fine fine

taeyong pats your shoulder and is like “good luck, he’s a handfull.”

you also learn of yuta’s undying fondness when it comes to transfer winwin which you dont mind because,,,,,the kids adorable and you and yuta are both like “he’s so cute” like 24/7

much to the disdain of literally everyone else,,,,,,,,winwin is lowkey savage though he told you once that you were too good for yuta who apparently is much more airheaded than it seems

but you were sure he was joking

until yuta literally almost burned down the dorm trying to make homemade takoyaki,,,,,,

but boyfriend!yuta is just,,,,,the best

he’s so fun and upbeat and never,,,,,like,,,,,,pushy

like sure he makes jokes about being prince of plant biology or the only man worthy of your attention

but he’s coming from a place of genuine love,,,,,and his want of your attention

which is kinda cute because if you ignore him for more than like twenty minutes you meet aegyo!yuta which,,,,,,,can either infuriate you or melt you it’s always a 50/50 draw on that one

yuta also loves taking photos which is something you leaned when everytime you’d go on a date he’d start taking candids of you

and you’d be like babe im just ordering off the menu we don’t need to take pic- but yuta is already like its fine i took one of you and it’s up on insta i tagged you check it out

his sister calls to check up on him and you’re always nervous to talk to her,,,,even though she roasts yuta to you and it’s amazing,,,but you’re always like i want your family to like me,,,,and yuta is like how could they not like you when i like you so freaking much

his sister told you about his flowershop job in highschool which you think is just the CUTEST so you always jokingly ask him to get you pretty custom bouquets 

but the thing is,,,,,,,,he does,,,,,,,he really does

and he surprises you with this big arrangement on the 100th day of dating and each flower has a meaning for what he thinks about you and it’s so beautiful,,,,,,,,yuta no matter how greasy he comes off secretly is a big sappy romantic. fight me on this

takes you hiking with him and if you get tired he’s always trying to get you to let him carry you and you’re like NO and he’s like “why not i am a man of nature, man of the mountains-” and ur like man of the mountains when you drop me accidentally off the cliff hell no nakamoto

if anything you do like hearing him talk about his major,,,,because people think he’s good looks and athleticism

but he’s also so smart,,,,,and his notes are all over the place sure but he knows what he’s doing and it makes you so proud

you caught him dancing in the lab once when he thought no one was alone. did he serenade a plant? he most def did

the hottest thing about him though,,,,is during his soccer matches it’s like 0 to 10000. at the beginning he smiles and waves at you blows air kisses and does the usual cringy sappy stuff

but,,,,,once the game is in heat,,,,,he changes completely

the softness in his eyes and smile are gone,,,,,,it’s just a fierce stare and raw determination 

and,,,,,,it’s ,,,,,,,,,a turn on especially when he wins and runs up the bleachers right up to you to get a kiss and slip his medal off to put around your neck

liKE,,,,,,,how idea,,,,,,,,,also getting to shower with him afterward?????? even more ideal

even though yuta can get pretty interesting,,,,intimately he’s always mush and goo for the kisses you give him on the tummy

when you both are just lazing around and he’s playing some 3ds game and you heads on his stomach going through your phone and you just lift up the hem of his shirt and kiss his tummy 

he makes the cutest,,,,,,,like the CUTEST hehehehe laugh,,,,,,,

“yuta,,,,don’t you have lab hours to do?” “yes,,,,but i also have cuddle hours to do so get over here”

when you’re upset,,,,,,yuta is,,,,,actually really good at comforting, he reminds you that he’s here,,,,,,by your side and nothing will hurt you and he’ll help you no matter what

and no matter how childish his interests are like video games and amusement parks,,,,,,he’s a serious man when it comes to you and your happiness

his mom texted you like 40000 baby photos of him which you love and cherish and yuta isn’t actually embarrassed at all tbh he thinks it’s adorable you fawn over him

(aka he lives for your attention. if you don’t give it to him, like i said, he turns into a mess of bad attempts on getting you to show him your love LOL) 

sleeps in class and still gets straight A’s - it’s infuriating 

but also,,,,,whenever you guys have time you’ll head into the city to the amusement park and get on the ferris wheel because no matter what yuta remembers it as your “first official date spot” even though that’d technically not be true

but it’s cute and it’s important to you two even though doyoung is like “go to a restaurant like ADULTS” but you and yuta aren’t rushing to grow up

any1 who spreads rumors about him gets you super worked up and you’ve screamed at a good number of people and yuta and the boys always hold you back

but afterword yuta is always kissing you madly because “wow i love you so much you stand up for me all the time and wow i love you ok im gonna keep kissing you no-”

you guys are a fun couple ok

still flirts with u even tho ur dating but he does it with plant puns to be cheesey. “will you never leaf me?” “if you were a flower you’d be a damndelion” “we were MINT to be”

what im saying is yuta comes off as not being a dork, but he’s the biggest dork

OH wearing his soccer team hoodie and people being like “wait, you’re dating nakamoto?” and you getting to be like yes ;-) yes i am ;-)

find other college!aus:

taeyong | bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen | 

[mang0d0ll]

Before Your Very Eyes

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: You and Jeongin have been friends since you were kids. Everyone knows that. All of Stray Kids know that. You’re just a pair of close childhood bffs. Nothing more. Right?

a.k.a the three times the members of skz were super oblivious, and the one time Jeongin had to spell it out for them

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 3.8k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, fem main character, use of Y/N, a lot of time jumps hopefully its not confusing lol, making out, unintentional voyeurism (dw everyone is weirded out), the skz members are annoying but lovable little twerps

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: we’re back baby! i wrote this in just over a month and that seems long but its the quickest i’ve written in a while and IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF! editing and reading this made me lol a lot but i also feel that my writing is so surface level? (cut to me using 25537251 synonyms of ‘said’) if anyone has writing tips pls lmk!

also this fic was inspired by a list of ‘reverse tropes’ someone posted on tumblr so there will be more fics to come starring the other skz members! pls stay tuned! in order to not spoil the surprise the reverse trope will be stated at the very end hehe. hope you enjoy!

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Movie night with the rest of the boys was something you regularly joined in on, what with Jeongin always inviting you over.

In the dark living room, the television produced vibrant colours from fast cars and fiery explosions. You sat on the far end of the couch, cuddled up next to Jeongin, who sat in the middle. Chan, who’d fallen asleep twenty minutes in, took up the other end while Felix and Seungmin were sprawled out on the adjacent two-seater. Everyone watched in comfortable silence, with the occasional remark on the film’s unrealisticness thrown in.

Your head lay against Jeongin’s chest as his arm was slung around your shoulders, keeping you close. As the movie dwindled on, your eyelids grew heavier and your body instinctively curled itself around him even more — seeking his warmth.

A strong, icy gust of wind from the air conditioner swept through the room, and like a cat, you jolted awake; a shiver rippling across your skin.

Jeongin began rubbing your arm, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just really cold in here.”

He reached behind him to grab the blanket resting on the couch cushions, before standing up to shake it out and wrap the two of you up in it. As the soft, fluffy fabric encompassed you, you settled into Jeongin’s side once again, now with your legs draped across his lap and his arms around your torso.

“Get some rest,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ll wake you up when the movie’s over.”

With the familiar comfort of Jeongin’s body and the soft blanket wrapped around you, you let out a small hum as you finally drifted off to dreamland.

Felix noticed the tartan blanket being unravelled out of the corner of his eye. He watched as you and Jeongin evolved into a human burrito — smooth skin pressed against one another like two perfect puzzle pieces, your head tucked securely under Jeongin’s.

“Hey, Seungmin,” Felix whispered.

“Hmm?” the younger replied, eyes slowly tearing away from the television screen to look at his hyung.

The Australian subtly nudged his head towards the cuddled-up duo on the long couch; one now fast asleep and the other oblivious to their attention on him in the dark room.

“Look at them, they’re so cute together,” Felix smiled. “They’ve been so close lately. Have you noticed that?”

Seungmin nodded, “It’s like they’re super-glued together.”

“It’s amazing how comfortable they are with each other.”

A lull in the conversation led Felix to believe his teammate hadn’t heard his comment, but when he turned to look at the younger man, he could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Well, they’ve both done and been through a lot together. I’m not surprised that they’re physically comfortable with each other.”

‘That’s true,’ Felix thought. Two people who’d been friends since they were toddlers and spent their years growing up together were bound to be close both emotionally and physically. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Jeongin to be side-by-side during group activities — arms pressed up against one another or legs playing a lazy game of footsie. Whispered inside jokes followed by hushed laughter and crinkled eye-smiles.

“But they’ve been more… touchy-feely recently, no?” Felix mused, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“They probably just missed each other a lot while we were on tour,” Seungmin shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. Felix pondered the rationality for a second and realised that he had a point. Whenever Jeongin had a free moment to use his phone amidst the chaos of their schedule, there was a good chance he was communicating with you. Laughing at the memes you sent or being updated on your life in rushed video calls.

He took one last glance at the pair, perfectly content in each other’s arms despite the people around them, before settling back into the movie’s outlandish story.

The silence of the empty floor was disrupted by you and Jeongin stepping out of the elevator — heels clacking against the tiles and laughter filling the air. His hand rested at the bottom of your spine, the weight of his palm both a steady comfort and the creator of butterflies in your stomach. Your skin tingled despite being separated by your satin dress and his sturdy blazer across your shoulders.

As you reached your destination, you stepped aside to let Jeongin unlock the door. Standing behind him, you unashamedly drank in his back and shoulders; the fabric of his white button-up stretching across his body perfectly. You all but drooled at the sight of his forearms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The beep! of the electronic lock snapped you out of your daze, and you were met with Jeongin’s knowing smirk.

“You good there?”

Fearing the risqué words that might’ve come tumbling out of your mouth, you kept your lips sealed shut and nodded your head.

“After you,” he opened the door with a deep, butler-esque bow, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

The dorm you entered was much noisier than the quiet hallway outside.

Much noisier.

A loud chorus of welcomes greeted you as you walked in. Inside Chan and Jeongin’s usually calm dorm was a rowdy mess of takeaway containers, soda cans littering the floor, and the rest of the boys crowded in the living room, hollering and laughing at the television and one another. Chan, Minho and Seugmin lounged on the couch as the rest sat on the floor, their focus locked onto an intense game of Mario Kart.

“Hey guys! Welcome back,” Chan smiled.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Minho gestured to the mess around him with a lazy raise of his arm.

You and Jeongin laughed. “How’s game tournament night going?” you asked.

“Pretty good!” Chan beamed. “After we had dinner, the first game we played was UNO—”

“Which I won,” Minho interjected.

“Which Minho won, yes. You should’ve seen it. Whenever one of us was about to win, he’d put down a pick-up card and draw the game out even longer.”

“Bet he was hiding a bunch of plus-fours up his ass,” Seungmin drawled as he scrolled through his phone. Though met with laughter from the rest of the boys, he couldn’t escape the elder’s wrath as a pillow was swiftly chucked into his face.

Once he composed himself, Chan continued. “Then we played Twister, where Hyunjin was the final winner.”

The man in question let out a loud whoo! as his eyes and hands never left the race.

“And right now we’ve got our Mario Kart competition going on.”

“Who’s winning?” Jeongin asked.

“Me, of course,” Changbin puffed out his chest.

“Not for much longer!” came Felix. In a split second, a blue shell zipped through the air from Felix’s Toad and crash-landed on Changbin’s Baby Luigi in a fiery explosion. Changbin could do nothing but yell out in shock as his character flailed helplessly in the air and the rest of the drivers whizzed past him.

“Why’d you do that?” he whined.

Felix only giggled as the race continued, whilst Changbin was left pouting as he tried to catch up from second-to-last place.

“Do you guys wanna join? You can go head-to-head, and the winner will take on me and this race’s winner to determine the champ,” Chan explained.

“Thanks, but we already decided to hit the hay once we got back here,” you smiled apologetically.

“Which reminds me,” Jeongin said, “I need to get my room ready. Wait right here.” He patted your back and dashed down the hall, disappearing into his room.

“So what did you guys do tonight? You’re both dressed real fancy,” Minho commented, making space for you on the couch.

“Ooh! We went to this new Italian restaurant that I’ve been dying to go to. I’ve heard so many amazing reviews, and the menu looked heavenly, but they’re so popular that they’re booked out months in advance. Luckily, Innie was able to pull some strings and snag us a table for tonight!"

“Sounds like you had a good time,” Chan smiled.

“Absolutely! You should all try it, it’s to die for. Plus, Innie was such a gentleman, which made the whole night even sweeter.”

“Really? What did he do?”

“First, he showed up at my apartment with a huge bouquet of tulips — my favourite — as well as a beautiful silver bracelet,” you gushed as you lifted your right wrist, the dainty jewelery glimmering under the lights. “Then he drove us to the restaurant, and after dinner, he surprised me with a trip to this little gelato spot that I’ve loved for years. He was so charming the entire night; always opening doors for me, pulling out my chair, asking me how I’ve been. Plus, he paid for everything!”

“Damn, he did all that?” Jisung raised his eyebrows.

Hyunjin chuckled, “Who knew Jeongin was such a secret Romeo?”

“And a baller,” Changbin added.

“Yeah, he’s the best.” A shy smile and blush crept onto your face as you recalled the night’s events. Clips of Jeongin’s smile and melodic laughter played on loop like a movie in your head, as every steady touch from his soft hands was seared into your skin.

A loud cheer from Felix brought you back to reality. He jumped up and down like a little boy whilst the others groaned in defeat — the TV displaying Toad celebrating in his kart. It was at this time that Jeongin made his return to your side.

“The room’s all ready,” he said. You smiled and nodded, handing your purse over to him as you got up.

“You sure you don’t wanna join the rest of game night?” Chan asked. “We’re playing League of Legends after this.”

“You don't have to worry about losing. Felix has got that covered,” Seungmin smirked.

“Oi!” The man in question leapt onto the couch and grabbed Seungmin by the collar, shaking him back and forth with no true malice.

“No thanks, we’ve had a long night. You guys have fun!” Jeongin smiled and gently ushered you to his room — his hand on the small of your back. You waved goodbye as a choir of Goodnights sang you down the hall, only muffled by the door of Jeongin’s private sanctuary closing behind you.

“Well, aren’t they just the cutest darn thing you’ve ever seen?” Changbin remarked, a sly smile gracing his features.

“I still can’t believe he went out of his way to do all that,” Hyunjin admitted, plopping down onto the two-seater. “Seriously! This is the same Yang Jeongin who refuses our hugs and kisses.”

“But hyung,” Jisung piped up, “he only ever does stuff like that with her! Haven’t you guys noticed how he gets all sweet and caring when she’s involved? I mean, not that Innie’s an inconsiderate person, but he always goes above and beyond to do things for her.”

Minho shrugged, “They’re childhood best friends. What do you expect?”

“Yeah, he can be a real sweetie pie when he wants to be,” Chan mused. “It’s so nice of him to do this for her.”

“And she just got that promotion at work, right? That’s probably what they were celebrating,” Seungmin added. Everyone let out little comments of agreement all at once, before their voices died down again.

“Wait, but why is she sleeping over?” Hyunjin asked.

“Her apartment is almost an hour away from here. She probably didn’t want him driving so much this late at night,” Minho rationalised as another chorus of “oh yeah” and “that’s right” was emitted from the boys.

“Maybe we should do that more often,” Chan mumbled.

“Do what?”

“Take our friends out on special outings to celebrate them.”

“Hyunjinnie! Please go out with me!” Changbin threw himself on Hyunjin and puckered his lips, loud kissy noises filling the living room.

“Get off me, you big oaf.” Shoving the elder away, Changbin fell to the floor on his butt with a loud oof!

“That wasn’t a no!” he sang, to which Hyunjin merely rolled his eyes, and the rest of the team roared in laughter.

“God, where is it?” Chan muttered to himself as he craned his neck, searching under his bed. Sighing in frustration, he stood up and dusted off his sore knees. He groaned as he looked down at his phone screen and saw the pathetic 3% battery life glaring back at him.

He’d woken up a few hours earlier to see that it had only 15% remaining, but gave it no thought. He’d gone about his day as usual — breakfast, shower, and now work — without a care. It wasn’t until he unlocked his phone to send some files to himself that the measly 5% battery life reminded him that he needed to give it some more juice.

Unfortunately, his bloody phone charger was nowhere to be found.

He’d searched all the bags he regularly used. Throughout his room, the kitchen, the living room, and even his bathroom. But it had simply disappeared into thin air. He’d last seen it in the recording studio the day before. Maybe he’d left it there. Or was it the practice room?

Rubbing a hand over his face, he marched over to Jeongin’s room. He couldn’t let his phone die now! He was in the zone!

Rapping his knuckles on the door, he pushed it open without waiting for a response.

“Jeongin, can I borrow your char—”

To say Chan was taken aback by what he walked into was a gross understatement.

Jeongin was sitting on the bed, his back comforted by pillows against the headboard as you straddled him. His arms were around your torso, caging you in as if he was afraid you'd disappear, as your hands caressed his face.

And you were going. to. town.

Your lips were locked in a fierce battle, pressed against each other in a furious flurry of passion. Chan stood frozen in place as his poor eyes caught glimpses of your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. It was as if you were physically attempting to fuse into one being with how close you were — not a sliver of space separating your bodies and lips.

And don’t even ask him about the noises you two were making.

Dear, god.

The worst part was that you hadn’t even realised he’d walked in.

You were still going at it.

“Um…”

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted.

Chan’s gravelly voice caused you to jump away from Jeongin in shock, scrambling off the bed and standing there like a child that’d just been reprimanded. Horror flooded Jeongin’s eyes. Your faces mirrored one another as they flamed up with the heat of a thousand suns.

“Sorry, I- uh- I need to borrow a charger,” Chan awkwardly rubbed his neck. “I can’t find mine.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay, sure.” Jeongin stood up in a daze, and his head swivelled around the room. A few seconds passed before he was hit with a dose of clarity — bending down to retrieve the charger that was plugged in by his bedside table. In the meantime, you and Chan were avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague. You stared at your hands and began picking at your nails, whilst Chan had suddenly found the ceiling of Jeongin’s room rather appealing.

“Here you go,” Jeongin spluttered, thrusting the charger in Chan’s direction as he too kept his eyes trained on the floor.

Swiping it out of his hand, Chan muttered a curt thanks before bolting out of the room; the door slamming shut behind him. Sitting back down at his desk, he plugged his phone in and breathed a sigh of relief to see that it hadn’t died.

He tried to return his attention back to work, but it all eluded him as he stared at the too-bright monitor screen. The hard cushion of his armchair sweated against his palms, his body shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and a strong taste of vomit formed in the back of his throat.

As the moon took over for the sun, Chan found himself holed up in the recording studio with Changbin and Jisung, tinkering away at songs for their upcoming album. Hours of slaving over their computers, microphones, and keyboards finally came to a pause when Changbin’s glorious phone notification signalled the arrival of their dinner.

The younger two were locked in a heated discussion about some new video game as Chan quietly munched on his sandwich, his mind drifting back to the day’s events.

“Hey guys,” Chan said, catching Changbin and Jisung’s attention. “You won’t believe what happened today.”

Their puzzled yet intrigued expressions prompted him to continue. “I walked in on Jeongin and Y/N making out.”

“Whoa! Seriously!?” Jisung’s eyes and jaw fell wide open. The noodles between Changbin’s chopsticks were suspended halfway between the container and his mouth, his buff body now a rigid statue.

“Yeah! And it was so awkward because they didn’t notice me at first, so I had to stand there for a few seconds and watch them go at it.”

Jisung pulled a comically disgusted face, “Ew, pervert.”

“Trust me, I was horrified. It was like watching my own flesh and blood get it on.”

Changbin let out a loud gagging noise, “Okay, that’s enough. Please don't give us any descriptions."

“Why do you think they were making out?” Jisung tilted his head, akin to a confused puppy. A silence was shared between the three men as they thought hard.

“She must’ve been teaching him how to kiss. She’s always been a good friend like that,” Changbin commented.

“Right, right.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

The three sat in the silence of the newfound discovery for a little while longer.

“So like I was saying,” Jisung beamed, “the game’s skins customisation is insane! It’s so much better than…”

Eight tired bodies sat in the practice room, hunched over in a circle, digging into take-out boxes of aromatic food as sweat clung to their skin — a deserved reward after endless hours of tedious dance rehearsals.

“Hey, Jeongin,” Changbin garbled through mouthfuls of his bibimbap.

“Hrm?”

“Is Y/N single?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened. The noodles he’d been chewing sat unmoving in his mouth, rapidly losing their flavour. He repeated your name in a meek voice, filled with confusion.

“Yeah. Remember my high school friends who came to my birthday party? One of them wants to ask her out. They think she’s cute.”

The rest of the group wasn’t particularly concerned with the conversation at hand. Save for Changbin, they were too preoccupied with their swirling thoughts about the comeback, and the savoury goodness hitting their tongues.

The sounds of cutlery scraping against plastic containers and mouths wolfing down food filled the room.

There was a beat.

And then another.

And another.

Before Jeongin swallowed and finally opened his mouth.

“Y/N and I are dating.”

Seven heads whipped towards the youngest. Seven pairs of eyes bulged out of their skulls. Seven voices pierced through the air with cries of shock and disbelief.

“What?!”

“Dating?! You guys are together together?”

“How could you hide this from us?!”

“Since when?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

The barrage of questions only sent Jeongin spiralling deeper into confusion.

“We’ve been dating for six months. You guys never realised?”

A stunned silence fell over the group. The boys looked at one another, their faces filled with bewilderment.

“We thought you were just really comfortable together,” Felix squeaked.

“But- but you guys have seen us cuddling. She’s even slept in my bed at the dorm!” Jeongin’s head frantically turned from side to side, searching their faces for any hint of realisation.

Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders, “Best friends can do that too.”

“Jisung and I do it all the time,” Minho smirked.

Seungmin let out a loud snort as he began chortling with a mouth full of kimbap. Unfortunately for him, it quickly devolved into a coughing fit that had Felix patting his back and Jisung letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Last week, Chan hyung walked in on us making out!” Jeongin continued. “I was mortified!”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Everyone’s heads whipped towards their leader.

Chan blinked and raised his hands, “I’ll admit, that was the first time I suspected you guys were more than friends.”

“Seriously? Only then?”

“Well- I thought about it, but Jisung and Changbin convinced me otherwise!” Chan pointed a finger at the two, who sat side-by-side with wide eyes.

“You told them?!” Jeongin cried, at the same time that Felix, aghast, cried, “They knew too?!”

“I thought they were good friends!” Changbin defended himself.

“You idiot! What kind of friends make out?” Hyunjin shot back.

“I don’t know! Special ones?”

The practice room descended into chaos. Everyone began yelling at once; some trying to find out more info, some accusing others of withholding information, and some defending their naivety.

Shoving his container of food on the floor, Jeongin stood up with a huff. He clapped his hands twice, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“Okay, since everyone was unaware, Y/N and I are dating. We are a couple and we love each other very much. We are definitely more than friends.” Jeongin’s palms sweated as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. A warm flush spread across his neck as he surveyed the group’s reactions, scanning their features for the most minute of changes. His stomach felt queasy, and he feared he might fall over at any moment.

But as the seconds passed, the faces of the members began to brighten — smiles emerging and teeth showing. A stream of congratulations flooded Jeongin’s senses, voices overlapping one another. Their earnest happiness alleviated his worries, and he sat back down, receiving pats on the back and aggressive hair ruffles in the process.

“Congrats, man!”

“I knew it would happen!”

“Aww, our Innie is a man now!”

“Alright, alright, everybody settle down,” Chan’s voice quelled the chaos, but only for a second. Jeongin moved to resume eating his noodles when a voice stopped him.

“So, Jeongin,” Hyunjin called out, “Y/N, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows as the rest of the group let out snickers.

“Have you been in love with her forever, and ever, and ever?” Changbin added with a teasing grin. Jeongin groaned and rubbed his face, now a bright, beet-red.

“I can’t believe it took you guys this long to get together,” Seungmin chimed in. “You sure you never kissed on the playground when you were kids?”

“Nah, that’s not Innie’s style,” Minho laughed. “I bet he gave her a flower and said something corny like ‘This means we’re going to get married.’”

Another chorus of laughter reverberated against the walls and Jeongin’s body crumpled into a ball. Whilst happy for their support, he wished he could magically disappear from the moment. Even if that meant crawling into the earth, or spontaneously exploding. Both at the same time, if possible.

Trope: Fake dating No one believes you’re dating

[mieuseum]

ugh i love this trope and how u wrote ittt ~ !

[mang0d0ll]

EEEEK Thank you so much!! <3<3<3

[v3is]

𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯 ִֶָ𓂃 satoru ragebaits his daughter for fun, but feels like shit when she actually cries because of it.

note. art credits to @/hunnismokah — guys does anyone know any fanart accs that are alright with credited reposts for my fics? And tumblr is tweaking with the whole 'media format not supported' yet, I've lost like 4 drafts bcs of it (WITH THE SAME WRITING), i was so close to deleting the whole thing ngl . . .

Satoru wasn't expecting to be given a daughter. A son he could throw around, a daughter? Well, yeah, he does throw his daughter around at times. But, most of the times, she dresses him up in a tiara and forces a tutu to fit him — once, he broke it off because she forced him to. All of a sudden, daddy's the worst ever.

Satoru finds the joy of her getting sulky. Her cheeks all puffed up and she crosses her little chubby arms, huffing and puffing like she wants the whole world to know she's angry at her daddy. Satoru finds the joy in it. So, he makes it his mission to bring her into that state every once in awhile during the day.

Hina was barely 5 years of age and he's already testing her waters. Everytime he pokes her around, she finds her solstice in you. Running towards you with open arms — burying her face into your chest and refusing to look at Satoru for at least two hours before she forgets about his ragebaiting completely.

"Hey, come on, look, daddy didn't mean to break your tutu again," Satoru tells her, squatting down to her height. He hadn't mean to actually break Hima's tutu — it was just supposed to be a rile up, while trying to put the tutu through one of his leg, it snapped completely. It wasn't a round tutu anymore, it was just a line of fluffiness.

Hina crossed her chubby arms across her chest, looking at Satoru with a sulk on her lips. You sighed, the pounding in your head adding up by the passing second, "Come on, princess, daddy will buy you a new tutu, okay? Daddy didn't mean it, promise. Daddy will buy you the whole store!"

Hina was already toddling towards where you sat, climbing up the couch with hard work. She climbs up onto your lap, burying her face into your chest. Automatically, your hand pressed onto her back, rubbing it up and down.

Satoru looks at you with a nervous smile, "Sorry, I seriously didn't mean to do that."

"You know you've got a muscular thigh, why'd you even try to put her tutu on?" You questioned Satoru with a small smile, "Let's just go out and buy her a new one. That's her favorite tutu, you know?"

Satoru nods his head, a guilty look on his face. Hina's little body began trembling and Satoru froze on the spot, little sniffles began echoing throughout the house. And before you know it, Hina was sobbing into your chest, her wails grew louder by the second.

"Oh, my poor baby," you carried her, standing up, bouncing her little body gently to ease her mind, "there, there, daddy didn't mean to do that. He's just being playful, daddy will buy you a new one, baby."

Hina refused to pull her face away from her hiding spot, her fingers curling against your shirt tightly. Satoru tossed the tutu aside, asking for permission to carry his daughter, his heart was racing at the fact that Hina was crying. She's never cried before when he decides to poke fun at her, not even when her last tutu broke.

However, Hina refused to even look at him right now. She pushed his hands away in spite, Satoru looks at you almost in a way you couldn't explain. The crestfallen look on his face was heartbreaking, "Princess, daddy's sorry. Daddy didn't mean to break your tutu," he whispers.

Once again, Satoru tries to bring Hina into his arms, only for her to start kicking her legs at him. Her body thrashed against his, and Satoru doesn't force her into his embrace, immediately giving her back to you, "Baby, daddy's sorry. Look, he's saying sorry."

Hina screamed loudly, shaking her head. Her face was raging red in anger and sadness for broken tutu, it was undeniably her favorite thing out of her chest of toys. And you could understand where her anger is coming from, "Shh, it's okay, baby. Mommy and daddy will get you a new one, 'kay? The same one!"

Satoru pressed a kiss to your head, "I'm going out to find the tutu, please just make her stop crying," he mumbled, agitated at himself for doing this. He wasn't even sure how the band had snapped, it's rubber! Was his thigh that muscular for the band to actually snap?

By the time dinner rolled by, you had managed to stop Hina from crying. Satoru's absence was starting to worry you, your messages went through but they stayed delivered. Hina's sobs had subsided into little sniffles, her body jolts with every hiccup her body blew.

You pat her back, feeding her the warm water you poured into her drinking cup, "Daddy didn't mean to do it, baby. He's buying a new one, 'kay? He'll come back with one," Hina doesn't answer you, just staring at the door.

Satoru bursts through the door with a new tutu in his hand, the same motive, same size, and same color. He got a new toy as an apology, sweat dripped down the side of his face. He stares at you and Hina, kicking off his shoes. At some point, the weight over his shoulders eased when he noticed that Hina had stopped crying.

He squats down a good few steps away, a bit skeptical that she's forgiven him. With his arms out, he dangles the tutu, "Look, daddy got you a new one. Not broken, completely the same like your old one," Satoru puts the new tea cup set down on the floor, "and an apology from daddy for making my princess cry."

Hina's eyes were drawned to the toys. She wiggled out of your grasp, staring at him — hope began filling him when Hina took a couple of steps towards him. Satoru licked his lips, "C'mere, princess. Daddy's so sorry for making you cry like that," he mumbles out softly.

Satoru had expected Hina to go straight for the tutu, or the teacup set. However, she pushed the tutu away, crashing herself onto him with a light thud. Satoru's eyes met yours in surprise, but he doesn't say anything. He puts the tutu aside, "Is this your way of saying that you forgive daddy?"

Hina snuggled into him. Seeking the warmth of her father, "Daddy, meanie."

Satoru scoops her up, "I know, baby. I know, daddy's so sorry," he kissed the top of her head, "daddy promises he won't do that again."

Hina looks at his face, patting the skin, "Okay, daddy," she mumbles, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You sighed in relief, taking a few steps closer to them, "Where did you buy that? You took so long," Satoru looks at you sheepishly.

"I went to the one we got it in, said they don't receive them anymore. So, I asked where it's still selling — it was an hour drive, but it was worth it," Satoru explains, pressing another smooch to his daughter's chubby cheek.

Although it had been a long night, his habits of baiting her anger doesn't stop. This time, Satoru makes sure to leave her tutu out of the mess though.

© sashinemis, 2026 ﾒ do not copy, reconstruct, or upload on another platform + do not feed my works into AI.

[gyuzies]

𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌

roommate!skz x reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

♡ . — ꒰ 19 ss꒱

⤷ contains — ˎˊ˗ swearing, threatening, violence (not seriously)

(reuploaded cus of a fuck ass tag)

general taglist: @nanilis @hoonsocks @sweethoons @izzyy-stuff @yvampyr @kookiesnkim @owlieuwu @seungminsslut @hyukascampfire

[starchaser4l]

bickering with toru s.g

tags: jjk fluff, fem!reader, satoru gojo fluff, husband satoru, arguing like an old married couple in your late twenties, except it’s not really an argument

“move. you’re on my side of the couch.” it was early in the morning, and you were already pissed off by the fact there was no medicine for your headache.

“what?!? you’re not serious.” your husband exclaims, clasping a hand over his chest as if he was suffering heart failure at the ripe age of 27.

“i said move, toru.” you pout, squeezing your way beside him to which he pulls you into his lap. “you’re annoying.” you whine, even as he tries to kiss away your grumpiness.

“my grumpy baby! oh, my poor darling!” he cooed, pressing messy kisses to the side of your face. you only frown more.

“i have a headache, husband. i will pass on the morrow.” you say like a victorian wife who caught scarlett fever.

“no!” he cries dramatically, pressing his lips to your hand. “our love is everlasting. it heals all!”

you roll your eyes. “ehhh, an ibruprofen would do just fine.” you replied, to which he snorted and kissed your forehead.

“whatever my darling wife wants, she gets.” he grinned, grabbing his keys.

safe to say he came back with medicine and snacks.

yanna speaks ౨ৎ

sighhhhhhhh i need him expeditiously (not my best work but deal w it)

[mang0d0ll]

Before Your Very Eyes

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: You and Jeongin have been friends since you were kids. Everyone knows that. All of Stray Kids know that. You’re just a pair of close childhood bffs. Nothing more. Right?

a.k.a the three times the members of skz were super oblivious, and the one time Jeongin had to spell it out for them

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 3.8k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, fem main character, use of Y/N, a lot of time jumps hopefully its not confusing lol, making out, unintentional voyeurism (dw everyone is weirded out), the skz members are annoying but lovable little twerps

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: we’re back baby! i wrote this in just over a month and that seems long but its the quickest i’ve written in a while and IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF! editing and reading this made me lol a lot but i also feel that my writing is so surface level? (cut to me using 25537251 synonyms of ‘said’) if anyone has writing tips pls lmk!

also this fic was inspired by a list of ‘reverse tropes’ someone posted on tumblr so there will be more fics to come starring the other skz members! pls stay tuned! in order to not spoil the surprise the reverse trope will be stated at the very end hehe. hope you enjoy!

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Movie night with the rest of the boys was something you regularly joined in on, what with Jeongin always inviting you over.

In the dark living room, the television produced vibrant colours from fast cars and fiery explosions. You sat on the far end of the couch, cuddled up next to Jeongin, who sat in the middle. Chan, who’d fallen asleep twenty minutes in, took up the other end while Felix and Seungmin were sprawled out on the adjacent two-seater. Everyone watched in comfortable silence, with the occasional remark on the film’s unrealisticness thrown in.

Your head lay against Jeongin’s chest as his arm was slung around your shoulders, keeping you close. As the movie dwindled on, your eyelids grew heavier and your body instinctively curled itself around him even more — seeking his warmth.

A strong, icy gust of wind from the air conditioner swept through the room, and like a cat, you jolted awake; a shiver rippling across your skin.

Jeongin began rubbing your arm, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just really cold in here.”

He reached behind him to grab the blanket resting on the couch cushions, before standing up to shake it out and wrap the two of you up in it. As the soft, fluffy fabric encompassed you, you settled into Jeongin’s side once again, now with your legs draped across his lap and his arms around your torso.

“Get some rest,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ll wake you up when the movie’s over.”

With the familiar comfort of Jeongin’s body and the soft blanket wrapped around you, you let out a small hum as you finally drifted off to dreamland.

Felix noticed the tartan blanket being unravelled out of the corner of his eye. He watched as you and Jeongin evolved into a human burrito — smooth skin pressed against one another like two perfect puzzle pieces, your head tucked securely under Jeongin’s.

“Hey, Seungmin,” Felix whispered.

“Hmm?” the younger replied, eyes slowly tearing away from the television screen to look at his hyung.

The Australian subtly nudged his head towards the cuddled-up duo on the long couch; one now fast asleep and the other oblivious to their attention on him in the dark room.

“Look at them, they’re so cute together,” Felix smiled. “They’ve been so close lately. Have you noticed that?”

Seungmin nodded, “It’s like they’re super-glued together.”

“It’s amazing how comfortable they are with each other.”

A lull in the conversation led Felix to believe his teammate hadn’t heard his comment, but when he turned to look at the younger man, he could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Well, they’ve both done and been through a lot together. I’m not surprised that they’re physically comfortable with each other.”

‘That’s true,’ Felix thought. Two people who’d been friends since they were toddlers and spent their years growing up together were bound to be close both emotionally and physically. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Jeongin to be side-by-side during group activities — arms pressed up against one another or legs playing a lazy game of footsie. Whispered inside jokes followed by hushed laughter and crinkled eye-smiles.

“But they’ve been more… touchy-feely recently, no?” Felix mused, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“They probably just missed each other a lot while we were on tour,” Seungmin shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. Felix pondered the rationality for a second and realised that he had a point. Whenever Jeongin had a free moment to use his phone amidst the chaos of their schedule, there was a good chance he was communicating with you. Laughing at the memes you sent or being updated on your life in rushed video calls.

He took one last glance at the pair, perfectly content in each other’s arms despite the people around them, before settling back into the movie’s outlandish story.

The silence of the empty floor was disrupted by you and Jeongin stepping out of the elevator — heels clacking against the tiles and laughter filling the air. His hand rested at the bottom of your spine, the weight of his palm both a steady comfort and the creator of butterflies in your stomach. Your skin tingled despite being separated by your satin dress and his sturdy blazer across your shoulders.

As you reached your destination, you stepped aside to let Jeongin unlock the door. Standing behind him, you unashamedly drank in his back and shoulders; the fabric of his white button-up stretching across his body perfectly. You all but drooled at the sight of his forearms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The beep! of the electronic lock snapped you out of your daze, and you were met with Jeongin’s knowing smirk.

“You good there?”

Fearing the risqué words that might’ve come tumbling out of your mouth, you kept your lips sealed shut and nodded your head.

“After you,” he opened the door with a deep, butler-esque bow, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

The dorm you entered was much noisier than the quiet hallway outside.

Much noisier.

A loud chorus of welcomes greeted you as you walked in. Inside Chan and Jeongin’s usually calm dorm was a rowdy mess of takeaway containers, soda cans littering the floor, and the rest of the boys crowded in the living room, hollering and laughing at the television and one another. Chan, Minho and Seugmin lounged on the couch as the rest sat on the floor, their focus locked onto an intense game of Mario Kart.

“Hey guys! Welcome back,” Chan smiled.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Minho gestured to the mess around him with a lazy raise of his arm.

You and Jeongin laughed. “How’s game tournament night going?” you asked.

“Pretty good!” Chan beamed. “After we had dinner, the first game we played was UNO—”

“Which I won,” Minho interjected.

“Which Minho won, yes. You should’ve seen it. Whenever one of us was about to win, he’d put down a pick-up card and draw the game out even longer.”

“Bet he was hiding a bunch of plus-fours up his ass,” Seungmin drawled as he scrolled through his phone. Though met with laughter from the rest of the boys, he couldn’t escape the elder’s wrath as a pillow was swiftly chucked into his face.

Once he composed himself, Chan continued. “Then we played Twister, where Hyunjin was the final winner.”

The man in question let out a loud whoo! as his eyes and hands never left the race.

“And right now we’ve got our Mario Kart competition going on.”

“Who’s winning?” Jeongin asked.

“Me, of course,” Changbin puffed out his chest.

“Not for much longer!” came Felix. In a split second, a blue shell zipped through the air from Felix’s Toad and crash-landed on Changbin’s Baby Luigi in a fiery explosion. Changbin could do nothing but yell out in shock as his character flailed helplessly in the air and the rest of the drivers whizzed past him.

“Why’d you do that?” he whined.

Felix only giggled as the race continued, whilst Changbin was left pouting as he tried to catch up from second-to-last place.

“Do you guys wanna join? You can go head-to-head, and the winner will take on me and this race’s winner to determine the champ,” Chan explained.

“Thanks, but we already decided to hit the hay once we got back here,” you smiled apologetically.

“Which reminds me,” Jeongin said, “I need to get my room ready. Wait right here.” He patted your back and dashed down the hall, disappearing into his room.

“So what did you guys do tonight? You’re both dressed real fancy,” Minho commented, making space for you on the couch.

“Ooh! We went to this new Italian restaurant that I’ve been dying to go to. I’ve heard so many amazing reviews, and the menu looked heavenly, but they’re so popular that they’re booked out months in advance. Luckily, Innie was able to pull some strings and snag us a table for tonight!"

“Sounds like you had a good time,” Chan smiled.

“Absolutely! You should all try it, it’s to die for. Plus, Innie was such a gentleman, which made the whole night even sweeter.”

“Really? What did he do?”

“First, he showed up at my apartment with a huge bouquet of tulips — my favourite — as well as a beautiful silver bracelet,” you gushed as you lifted your right wrist, the dainty jewelery glimmering under the lights. “Then he drove us to the restaurant, and after dinner, he surprised me with a trip to this little gelato spot that I’ve loved for years. He was so charming the entire night; always opening doors for me, pulling out my chair, asking me how I’ve been. Plus, he paid for everything!”

“Damn, he did all that?” Jisung raised his eyebrows.

Hyunjin chuckled, “Who knew Jeongin was such a secret Romeo?”

“And a baller,” Changbin added.

“Yeah, he’s the best.” A shy smile and blush crept onto your face as you recalled the night’s events. Clips of Jeongin’s smile and melodic laughter played on loop like a movie in your head, as every steady touch from his soft hands was seared into your skin.

A loud cheer from Felix brought you back to reality. He jumped up and down like a little boy whilst the others groaned in defeat — the TV displaying Toad celebrating in his kart. It was at this time that Jeongin made his return to your side.

“The room’s all ready,” he said. You smiled and nodded, handing your purse over to him as you got up.

“You sure you don’t wanna join the rest of game night?” Chan asked. “We’re playing League of Legends after this.”

“You don't have to worry about losing. Felix has got that covered,” Seungmin smirked.

“Oi!” The man in question leapt onto the couch and grabbed Seungmin by the collar, shaking him back and forth with no true malice.

“No thanks, we’ve had a long night. You guys have fun!” Jeongin smiled and gently ushered you to his room — his hand on the small of your back. You waved goodbye as a choir of Goodnights sang you down the hall, only muffled by the door of Jeongin’s private sanctuary closing behind you.

“Well, aren’t they just the cutest darn thing you’ve ever seen?” Changbin remarked, a sly smile gracing his features.

“I still can’t believe he went out of his way to do all that,” Hyunjin admitted, plopping down onto the two-seater. “Seriously! This is the same Yang Jeongin who refuses our hugs and kisses.”

“But hyung,” Jisung piped up, “he only ever does stuff like that with her! Haven’t you guys noticed how he gets all sweet and caring when she’s involved? I mean, not that Innie’s an inconsiderate person, but he always goes above and beyond to do things for her.”

Minho shrugged, “They’re childhood best friends. What do you expect?”

“Yeah, he can be a real sweetie pie when he wants to be,” Chan mused. “It’s so nice of him to do this for her.”

“And she just got that promotion at work, right? That’s probably what they were celebrating,” Seungmin added. Everyone let out little comments of agreement all at once, before their voices died down again.

“Wait, but why is she sleeping over?” Hyunjin asked.

“Her apartment is almost an hour away from here. She probably didn’t want him driving so much this late at night,” Minho rationalised as another chorus of “oh yeah” and “that’s right” was emitted from the boys.

“Maybe we should do that more often,” Chan mumbled.

“Do what?”

“Take our friends out on special outings to celebrate them.”

“Hyunjinnie! Please go out with me!” Changbin threw himself on Hyunjin and puckered his lips, loud kissy noises filling the living room.

“Get off me, you big oaf.” Shoving the elder away, Changbin fell to the floor on his butt with a loud oof!

“That wasn’t a no!” he sang, to which Hyunjin merely rolled his eyes, and the rest of the team roared in laughter.

“God, where is it?” Chan muttered to himself as he craned his neck, searching under his bed. Sighing in frustration, he stood up and dusted off his sore knees. He groaned as he looked down at his phone screen and saw the pathetic 3% battery life glaring back at him.

He’d woken up a few hours earlier to see that it had only 15% remaining, but gave it no thought. He’d gone about his day as usual — breakfast, shower, and now work — without a care. It wasn’t until he unlocked his phone to send some files to himself that the measly 5% battery life reminded him that he needed to give it some more juice.

Unfortunately, his bloody phone charger was nowhere to be found.

He’d searched all the bags he regularly used. Throughout his room, the kitchen, the living room, and even his bathroom. But it had simply disappeared into thin air. He’d last seen it in the recording studio the day before. Maybe he’d left it there. Or was it the practice room?

Rubbing a hand over his face, he marched over to Jeongin’s room. He couldn’t let his phone die now! He was in the zone!

Rapping his knuckles on the door, he pushed it open without waiting for a response.

“Jeongin, can I borrow your char—”

To say Chan was taken aback by what he walked into was a gross understatement.

Jeongin was sitting on the bed, his back comforted by pillows against the headboard as you straddled him. His arms were around your torso, caging you in as if he was afraid you'd disappear, as your hands caressed his face.

And you were going. to. town.

Your lips were locked in a fierce battle, pressed against each other in a furious flurry of passion. Chan stood frozen in place as his poor eyes caught glimpses of your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. It was as if you were physically attempting to fuse into one being with how close you were — not a sliver of space separating your bodies and lips.

And don’t even ask him about the noises you two were making.

Dear, god.

The worst part was that you hadn’t even realised he’d walked in.

You were still going at it.

“Um…”

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted.

Chan’s gravelly voice caused you to jump away from Jeongin in shock, scrambling off the bed and standing there like a child that’d just been reprimanded. Horror flooded Jeongin’s eyes. Your faces mirrored one another as they flamed up with the heat of a thousand suns.

“Sorry, I- uh- I need to borrow a charger,” Chan awkwardly rubbed his neck. “I can’t find mine.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay, sure.” Jeongin stood up in a daze, and his head swivelled around the room. A few seconds passed before he was hit with a dose of clarity — bending down to retrieve the charger that was plugged in by his bedside table. In the meantime, you and Chan were avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague. You stared at your hands and began picking at your nails, whilst Chan had suddenly found the ceiling of Jeongin’s room rather appealing.

“Here you go,” Jeongin spluttered, thrusting the charger in Chan’s direction as he too kept his eyes trained on the floor.

Swiping it out of his hand, Chan muttered a curt thanks before bolting out of the room; the door slamming shut behind him. Sitting back down at his desk, he plugged his phone in and breathed a sigh of relief to see that it hadn’t died.

He tried to return his attention back to work, but it all eluded him as he stared at the too-bright monitor screen. The hard cushion of his armchair sweated against his palms, his body shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and a strong taste of vomit formed in the back of his throat.

As the moon took over for the sun, Chan found himself holed up in the recording studio with Changbin and Jisung, tinkering away at songs for their upcoming album. Hours of slaving over their computers, microphones, and keyboards finally came to a pause when Changbin’s glorious phone notification signalled the arrival of their dinner.

The younger two were locked in a heated discussion about some new video game as Chan quietly munched on his sandwich, his mind drifting back to the day’s events.

“Hey guys,” Chan said, catching Changbin and Jisung’s attention. “You won’t believe what happened today.”

Their puzzled yet intrigued expressions prompted him to continue. “I walked in on Jeongin and Y/N making out.”

“Whoa! Seriously!?” Jisung’s eyes and jaw fell wide open. The noodles between Changbin’s chopsticks were suspended halfway between the container and his mouth, his buff body now a rigid statue.

“Yeah! And it was so awkward because they didn’t notice me at first, so I had to stand there for a few seconds and watch them go at it.”

Jisung pulled a comically disgusted face, “Ew, pervert.”

“Trust me, I was horrified. It was like watching my own flesh and blood get it on.”

Changbin let out a loud gagging noise, “Okay, that’s enough. Please don't give us any descriptions."

“Why do you think they were making out?” Jisung tilted his head, akin to a confused puppy. A silence was shared between the three men as they thought hard.

“She must’ve been teaching him how to kiss. She’s always been a good friend like that,” Changbin commented.

“Right, right.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

The three sat in the silence of the newfound discovery for a little while longer.

“So like I was saying,” Jisung beamed, “the game’s skins customisation is insane! It’s so much better than…”

Eight tired bodies sat in the practice room, hunched over in a circle, digging into take-out boxes of aromatic food as sweat clung to their skin — a deserved reward after endless hours of tedious dance rehearsals.

“Hey, Jeongin,” Changbin garbled through mouthfuls of his bibimbap.

“Hrm?”

“Is Y/N single?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened. The noodles he’d been chewing sat unmoving in his mouth, rapidly losing their flavour. He repeated your name in a meek voice, filled with confusion.

“Yeah. Remember my high school friends who came to my birthday party? One of them wants to ask her out. They think she’s cute.”

The rest of the group wasn’t particularly concerned with the conversation at hand. Save for Changbin, they were too preoccupied with their swirling thoughts about the comeback, and the savoury goodness hitting their tongues.

The sounds of cutlery scraping against plastic containers and mouths wolfing down food filled the room.

There was a beat.

And then another.

And another.

Before Jeongin swallowed and finally opened his mouth.

“Y/N and I are dating.”

Seven heads whipped towards the youngest. Seven pairs of eyes bulged out of their skulls. Seven voices pierced through the air with cries of shock and disbelief.

“What?!”

“Dating?! You guys are together together?”

“How could you hide this from us?!”

“Since when?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

The barrage of questions only sent Jeongin spiralling deeper into confusion.

“We’ve been dating for six months. You guys never realised?”

A stunned silence fell over the group. The boys looked at one another, their faces filled with bewilderment.

“We thought you were just really comfortable together,” Felix squeaked.

“But- but you guys have seen us cuddling. She’s even slept in my bed at the dorm!” Jeongin’s head frantically turned from side to side, searching their faces for any hint of realisation.

Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders, “Best friends can do that too.”

“Jisung and I do it all the time,” Minho smirked.

Seungmin let out a loud snort as he began chortling with a mouth full of kimbap. Unfortunately for him, it quickly devolved into a coughing fit that had Felix patting his back and Jisung letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Last week, Chan hyung walked in on us making out!” Jeongin continued. “I was mortified!”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Everyone’s heads whipped towards their leader.

Chan blinked and raised his hands, “I’ll admit, that was the first time I suspected you guys were more than friends.”

“Seriously? Only then?”

“Well- I thought about it, but Jisung and Changbin convinced me otherwise!” Chan pointed a finger at the two, who sat side-by-side with wide eyes.

“You told them?!” Jeongin cried, at the same time that Felix, aghast, cried, “They knew too?!”

“I thought they were good friends!” Changbin defended himself.

“You idiot! What kind of friends make out?” Hyunjin shot back.

“I don’t know! Special ones?”

The practice room descended into chaos. Everyone began yelling at once; some trying to find out more info, some accusing others of withholding information, and some defending their naivety.

Shoving his container of food on the floor, Jeongin stood up with a huff. He clapped his hands twice, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“Okay, since everyone was unaware, Y/N and I are dating. We are a couple and we love each other very much. We are definitely more than friends.” Jeongin’s palms sweated as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. A warm flush spread across his neck as he surveyed the group’s reactions, scanning their features for the most minute of changes. His stomach felt queasy, and he feared he might fall over at any moment.

But as the seconds passed, the faces of the members began to brighten — smiles emerging and teeth showing. A stream of congratulations flooded Jeongin’s senses, voices overlapping one another. Their earnest happiness alleviated his worries, and he sat back down, receiving pats on the back and aggressive hair ruffles in the process.

“Congrats, man!”

“I knew it would happen!”

“Aww, our Innie is a man now!”

“Alright, alright, everybody settle down,” Chan’s voice quelled the chaos, but only for a second. Jeongin moved to resume eating his noodles when a voice stopped him.

“So, Jeongin,” Hyunjin called out, “Y/N, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows as the rest of the group let out snickers.

“Have you been in love with her forever, and ever, and ever?” Changbin added with a teasing grin. Jeongin groaned and rubbed his face, now a bright, beet-red.

“I can’t believe it took you guys this long to get together,” Seungmin chimed in. “You sure you never kissed on the playground when you were kids?”

“Nah, that’s not Innie’s style,” Minho laughed. “I bet he gave her a flower and said something corny like ‘This means we’re going to get married.’”

Another chorus of laughter reverberated against the walls and Jeongin’s body crumpled into a ball. Whilst happy for their support, he wished he could magically disappear from the moment. Even if that meant crawling into the earth, or spontaneously exploding. Both at the same time, if possible.

Trope: Fake dating No one believes you’re dating

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LMAO stop i love this <3 fake dating? nah, no one believes you're dating

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The Secret Hwang

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is pregnant

Genre: exes to lovers?? angst, fluff

Summary: Hyunjin breaks up with you after the company thinks your relationship is affecting his work. What he didn't know was that you were also gearing up to tell him something very important. But then swoops in two angels in disguise, helping you through the tough time, before it all blows over.

You’re breaking up with me?” The words left your lips before your brain could catch up.

Your heart thundered against your ribcage, like it was desperate to escape what was unfolding right then. And your boyfriend of three years, Hyunjin, looked as miserable as you felt.

Hyunjin stood in front of you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders sagging. He wouldn’t look at you - that was even worse.

“Yes,” he whispered, voice so low it barely registered. “I'm so sorry.”

You take a step closer, his words not making any sense.

“You have to? What the hell does that mean, Hyunjin? Did I…did I do something? Did I hurt you-?”

His head snaps up, his eyes wide and glossy, horrified at the mere suggestion.

“No! Of course not! You’ve never - God, Y/N, no. It’s -” His words faltered, and he looked away again, his hands shaking as they grip his hoodie strings. “It’s…they think it’s affecting me. My work.”

“Who? The company?”

“They said…” He swallowed hard, the words clearly tearing him apart as he forced them out. “They said if I don’t end this, they’ll fire you. They’ll make sure you never work in this industry again. And they’ll…ruin it all for you...”

You stared at him, utterly speechless. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“So what? You’re just going to do what they want? Throw away three years like it means nothing?”

“It’s not like that,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? By breaking me?” You laughed bitterly, even though it felt more like choking.

You knew he wanted to reach for you, to pull you close like he always did when you were upset, but he didn’t move.

“Baby, I don’t have a choice. If I don’t do this-”

You didn't stay to hear the rest. You took a step back before saying, “You’re a coward,”

Hyunjin’s head snapped up like you slapped him, but you pressed on.

“You’re letting them control you. Letting them decide what our love is worth. You’re not even fighting for me.”

Hyunjin’s face crumpled, and for a second, you thought he would reconsider. But he didn't. He just looked really sad. And lost.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Goodbye, Hyunjin.”

And then you ran. You didn’t look back. You couldn't. Because if you did, you’d fall apart completely, and you just couldn’t afford that. Not with the tiny life growing inside you.

The three months that followed were hard, no doubt. But relatively less harder than you thought, considering the fact that the boys were on tour. You didn't have to see him everyday as you taught your heart to ‘unlove’ him. If such a thing could be done.

You had decided to go ahead with your pregnancy - bad call probably, because you obviously couldn't tell anyone that your baby was Hyunjin’s. Of course. So you'd have to come up with a creative lie to cover the gap - a non-existent boyfriend or a husband?

It was exhausting.

---

You stood at the kitchen counter, staring at your ultrasound scan result. The sight of your little bean on the screen earlier had brought tears to your eyes - happy bittersweet ones. But mostly, you’d felt so terribly lonely.

Moments like that were meant to be shared, weren’t they? Your heart ached so much. So damn much. You sighed as you gazed at the little form in the black and white image.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Setting the report on the counter, you get the door. What you didn't expect was Felix’s sweet smiling face. You hadn't seen him or any of the boys since the break up (they'd left for the tour), so seeing Felix, your close friend, made you freeze.

“Lix,” you said, your voice more tired than you’d like.

He immediately pulled you into a warm hug, and you had to control that strong urge to just weep.

“Hey,” he said, squeezing you tightly. “I missed you! How have you been?”

“I'm alright. You guys had a good tour I heard,” You managed, stepping aside to let him in.

“It was good,” He said with a smile, and held up a bag. “I brought you a little something from Australia.”

“Lix, you didn’t have to -”

“Oh, hush. I do it all the time.” he said. “You look... tired…you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, waving him off.

“You want me to get his stuff? I have it packed and ready.” You said, wanting to get that out of the way as soon as possible.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “ Is that okay?”

Your stomach twisted unpleasantly, but you nodded and said, “Yeah, of course. Let me grab it.”

He followed you into the house, and as you went into the bedroom to get Hyunjin’s things, Felix walked into the kitchen to put the things he got for you away.

When you returned with the bag, however, you saw Felix in the kitchen, uncharacteristically quiet. You walked in and completely froze in the doorway.

Felix stood by the counter, holding your ultrasound result, and his usually bright expression was completely blank, his eyes glued black and white image.

“Lix…” you said softly, panic rising in your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice eerily calm, “what is this?”

You didn’t answer, your hands trembling as you clutched the bag of Hyunjin’s things. Tears pricked your eyes, and you knew there was no use pretending or coming up with a lie.

“Please tell me this is not what I think it is.” he said, his voice wavering as he turned to face you with the paper in his hand.

Your silence spoke louder than words. Tears spilled over, and you quickly wiped at them, trying to keep it together. But it was of no use - Felix took one look at your face and let the paper fall onto the counter.

“Oh my God.” His voice cracked as he crossed the room in two giant strides, pulling you into a tight hug.

His arms wrapped around you like a safety net, holding you together.

“Y/N, please don't tell me Hyunjin knocked you up and then broke up with you. Tell me I’m hallucinating. Please.”

You laughed weakly through your tears, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once.

“He didn't know, Lix. He didn't know-” You whispered and Felix pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to form words but couldn't. Finally, he let out a strangled laugh.

“He doesn’t know?!” He shook his head, his freckles standing out against his flushed skin. “Are you kidding me, Y/N? You’re telling me that man broke up with you because he wanted to protect you, and the entire time, you’ve been carrying his baby?”

“I was going to tell him, Lix, I was. That's why I went to meet him, but didn't give me a chance to say anything…he just…he just broke up with me!” you cried, wiping your face. “What was I supposed to do? Tell him and ruin everything?”

“Yes!” Felix shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “Yes, sweetheart, you’re supposed to tell him! He deserves to know. This is big, like life changing big!”

You shook your head, your voice trembling as you said, “Lix, you don’t understand. This is about his career, his dreams. He’s worked so hard to get where he is, and I won’t be the reason he loses it all.”

Felix stared at you, his face a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “You can’t do this alone.”

“I have to,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. “I will.”

“Yes, you do.” His voice was firm, his hands gently cupping your cheeks and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “But don't have to. I’m here. Whatever you need, anything at all, you’ve got me. You’re not allowed to say no, okay?”

Your breath hitched, the warmth of his hands and the sincerity in his voice had you crumblung all over again. “Lix…”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes shining with determination. “You’re not doing this alone. I don’t care what it takes. We’re going to figure this out. Together.”

You nodded, sniffling as he wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you.”

Felix didn’t say anything to Hyunjin. True to his word, he kept his mouth shut, but the secret was eating him alive to say the least. The man had gone full protective mode - literally adopting you, and by extension, your unborn child, completely.

And his possessiveness manifested in the most Felix way possible: constant texting. Constant.

Also, he changed your contact name to George. Why? Because no ones gonna get suspicious about a George he's talking to 24*7, right?

---

7:32 am

Felix: Good morning, sunshine! Have you eaten yet? If not, DO IT NOW. Don’t argue with me.

Felix: I will come over if you don't obey me, George!

You: Felix, it’s 7 in the morning. I just woke up. Also, who's George?

Felix: You’re George. That’s your name now. It’s safer this way.

Felix: And don’t dodge the question: HAVE YOU EATEN???

You: I literally just rolled out of bed, Felix. Give me a second to breathe.

Felix: No time to breathe, go FEED THE BABY.

You: This baby isn’t even hungry yet. Can you chill?

Felix: Fine. But just so you know, I won't hesitate from force-feeding you myself.

---

12:45 PM

Felix: Hey, did you go to your appointment today?

You: Yes, I went.

Felix: Pics or it didn’t happen.

You: I’m not sending you pictures of me at the doctor’s office, Lix

Felix: Why not? What if I need to fight the doctor? I need evidence.

You: Why would you need to fight my doctor?

Felix: I dunno, what if they're bad at their job? I’m not taking chances, George.

You: Please stop calling me George.

Felix: It's your name.

---

7:48 PM

Felix: Are you home? Did you eat dinner? Did you lock your doors?

You: Oh my God, Felix, can you give me a second to exist without you breathing down my neck?

Felix: No. I’m invested now.

You: Why are you like this?

Felix: Because my best friend knocked you up and then left you, and now I feel morally obligated to act like your baby daddy by proxy.

You: Please don’t say that again. Ever.

Felix: Too late. Also, how’s George Jr.?

You: Felix, we are NOT naming this baby George Jr.

Felix: Why not? It’s a great name.

You: I’m blocking you.

Felix: No, you’re not.

---

Hyunjin on the other hand was completely unaware of everything that was happening around him. He was completely shut off, pouring his entire self into practice and his work outs.

He missed you. He missed you so damn much. He would randomly take a walk in the building, hoping he'd get a glimpse of you. But seriously, you were nowhere to be seen.

Hyunjin was on his way to the practice room after a particularly unsuccessful attempt to run into you, when he heard the voices. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but the venom in their tone caught his attention.

It took him a minute to figure out that they were actually talking about you, and he couldn't help but feel that rage bubbling up inside him.

“She’s gained so much weight lately,” one of the girls snickered. “I mean, have you seen her?”

The other girl laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t know what happened to her. She used to be so put together, but now? She’s just… bloated and tired all the time.”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched so hard it felt like his teeth might crack. How dare they?! He felt the overwhelming urge to whirl around and to let his emotions loose, to say something.

But of course Hyunjin couldn’t do that. Not really. He was an idol - a carefully constructed image, a brand - and he's already sacrificed way too much for the sake of it. He couldn’t afford to screw it all up now.

So instead, he swallowed his rage, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and started walking again. And then, as if it was a cruel joke, he saw you.

You were walking down the hallway, dressed in a dark-colored sweater, your hair tied back, wisps escaping to frame your face. You looked tired, yes. But, as always, to him, you looked absolutely beautiful.

But Hyunjin couldn't help but see that something was different. His eyes lingered a little too long on the soft curve of your body. Your face seemed rounder, your stride slightly slower, more careful.

His heart ached as he watched you pause at the corner, adjusting your bag before disappearing around the corner. He missed you so much it physically hurt. Shaking his head, Hyunjin turned and walked away, trying so hard to hold it all together.

He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. He had to move on.

If only he knew that a mini Hyunjin was quite literally baking inside you, tucked away and growing strong under that sweater. If only he knew.

3:40 pm

Felix: How's the nausea?

You: I can't understand why it's called morning sickness if it's gonna last all day and trying to murder me

Felix: Don’t worry, George, I’m gonna make you the perfect meal. Zero vomit potential.

You: Omg

---

Meanwhile in Felix’s kitchen:

Felix was in deep. The counter was a disaster of herbs and half-cut veggies, and a pan bubbled ominously on the stove. His laptop sat precariously on the edge of the counter, streaming a cooking tutorial that Felix was utterly failing to keep up with.

“Chop the ginger finely,” the video said.

Felix frowned down at the mangled, uneven chunks of ginger on his cutting board.

“This is fine, right?” he mumbled to himself, throwing them into a pan.

“No, it’s not fine,” a voice said behind him, calm but dripping with judgment.

Felix jumped, yelping as he nearly knocked the pan off the stove. He whirled around to see Minho leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.

“Hyung!” Felix squeaked, his voice an octave too high. “What are you doing here?”

“We're having dinner together. Forgot I see ?” Minho asked flatly, his sharp eyes sweeping over the culinary battlefield. He nodded at the laptop screen.

“What’s this? I thought we were ordering?”

Felix scrambled to close the YouTube video but fumbled, sending a spatula clattering to the floor.

“No! I just…uh…thought this recipe looked… yummy?”

Minho’s other eyebrow shot up as he read, “Ginger and lemon soup for nausea relief? That’s not exactly your usual vibe, Lix.”

Felix froze, his brain scrambling for an excuse. “I…uh…”

Minho tilted his head, his gaze locked on Felix. He gestured toward the mess. “Who’s it for?”

“No one!” Felix blurted out too quickly.

Minho smirked - like a cat cornering a mouse. He strolled into the kitchen, plucked up the laptop, and read the YouTube title aloud: “Pregnancy-Friendly Meals, huh?”

Felix groaned internally. He was so dead. Minho set the laptop down and turned to Felix, his face unreadable.

“You’re cooking for Y/N, aren’t you?”

“How…what…why would you -” Felix blinked at him, jaw dropping.

“I saw her going into a maternity hospital last week...and now this? It’s really sweet of you,” Minho said, his tone soft and kind, as he started clearing the counter. “She’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

Felix stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted. How did Minho know? He stayed silent, unsure if confirming or denying would make things worse.

“Relax, I’m not going to say anything. But…” His sharp eyes flicked to the pan on the stove, then back to Felix, a smirk forming on his face. “You’re doing a terrible job. Move.”

Before Felix could protest, Minho rolled up his sleeves and took over. Within minutes, the chaos Felix had created was transformed into a very professionally prepared meal.

Felix hovered awkwardly, torn between relief and panic. “You…you won’t tell anyone, right?”

Minho snorted. “Of course not. And if you’re serious about helping her, then I'll stand right by you.”

He packed up everything in containers and handed it to Felix with a raised eyebrow.

“Now go. She needs to eat.”

---

Felix was at yours in record time, and when he set the food down on the coffee table, you looked up from the couch, sighing softly.

“Did you burn the kitchen down?”

“Nope,” Felix said quickly. “Minho saved me.”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? Minho? He knows?”

Felix flopped onto the couch beside you, looking absolutely defeated.

“Yeah, apparently he’s known for a while. He saw you going into the maternity hospital one day.”

You groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “Oh my God.”

“He promised not to say anything!” Felix said defensively, holding his hands up. “And he even helped cook this. So, technically, you can’t kill me.”

You glared at him but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Thanks for being here, Lix.”

Felix grinned, nudging the plate toward you. “Eat, George. Minho will haunt me if you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes but dug in, and for the first time in days, the food didn’t immediately send you running for the bathroom.

---

The next morning, you woke up to the doorbell, in the early hours. It was still dark outside, as you stumbled out of your bedroom, still half-asleep, and a scowl firmly planted on your face.

“Took you long enough,” Minho mumbled as he walked into your apartment, going straight for the kitchen. 

You were trying to understand if you were hallucinating or if Minho was actually in your kitchen. 

“Minho, what are you doing here?” You asked, trying to tame your hair. 

“Sit,” he commanded without looking up, focused on flipping something in the pan.

You frowned but obeyed, collapsing into a chair at the table. “It’s not even sunrise.”

“Just making sure you eat,” he said simply. “Lix said you're struggling,”

“You're here to cook for me?”

“Yes?”

Before you could respond, the door swung open, and Felix stepped inside, carrying what looked like a bag of groceries. He stopped short, staring at Minho with the same confusion you felt.

“What is he doing here?”

“I could ask the same about you,” Minho shot back without missing a beat, sprinkling a pinch of salt over whatever masterpiece he was working on.

Felix stormed into the kitchen, setting his bag down with an unnecessary thud. “What are you doing, hyung? And what are you even making? George doesn’t even like eggs that much!”

Minho scoffed. “It’s not for you, so why does it matter?”

“It matters because I’m supposed to be taking care of her!” Felix snapped, crossing his arms like an angry puppy.

“Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job,” Minho retorted. “I saw the mess you called cooking yesterday.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands. “Not this.”

---

Over the next few days, it became a full-on battle between Minho and Felix. It started with each trying to one-up the other in ways that were more amusing than helpful.

One morning, Felix insisted on making pancakes, painstakingly arranging blueberries into a smiley face on each one. “See, George? They’re cute and delicious!”

Minho, unimpressed, countered by making a three-course breakfast complete with fresh juice and perfectly folded napkins. “Pregnant women need nutrients, not art projects,” he said smugly.

Felix glared at him like he wanted to fight. “Pregnant women also need to smile, and my pancakes are adorable.”

But for all their ridiculousness, their constant presence was a comfort. They kept you distracted from the gaping hole in your chest where Hyunjin’s absence had settled. But no amount of blueberry pancakes or perfectly cooked meals could fill that void.

Felix had barged into your apartment one evening with a box of cookies that he'd baked.

“George! I baked you something!”

Minho, already in the kitchen chopping vegetables, glanced over his shoulder with a look that screamed, not this again.

“What are those?” Minho asked, gesturing to Felix's box  with his knife.

“Cookies,” Felix said proudly, setting them on the table in front of you. “Pregnancy-safe, gluten-free, sugar-free, full of love.”

“Full of what?” Minho deadpanned, clearly unimpressed.

“Love!” Felix shot back, hands on his hips. “Something you wouldn’t understand, obviously.”

“Love isn’t a substitute for nutrition, Yongbok. Try again.” Minho snorted.

“Oh, here we go,” you muttered, already bracing for the impending argument as you sat at the table, nibbling cautiously on a cookie.

“You’re just jealous because George Jr. is my baby,” Felix said, crossing his arms and glaring at Minho like he’d just won the argument of the century.

Minho paused mid-chop, turned slowly to face Felix.

“George Jr.?” he asked flatly. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

“What’s wrong with George Jr.?” Felix said defensively. “It’s a strong name! Unique even!”

Minho scoffed. “Unique isn’t always a good thing, Felix. You might as well call the baby Lemon or Carrot.”

“Wow, okay,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

“And besides,” Minho continued, turning back to the stove like the conversation was settled, “I do the majority of the cooking, Y/N is thriving on it, so I'm the rightful Appa.”

Felix gasped like Minho had just slapped him.

“Excuse me? Cooking doesn’t make you the dad! I’m the one who gives her all the cuddles and emotional support!”

“You’re like a clingy golden retriever,” Minho shot back, not even turning around.

“Say that again, hyung, I dare -”

“Enough!” you shouted, cutting through their bickering. Both men froze, wide-eyed, and looked at you.

“I'm sure Hyunjin would probably like a say in this whole ‘who’s the dad’ debate.” you said, and the room fell silent. 

And then Minho shrugged casually.

“I mean, sure, if we’re counting his five seconds of contribution to this whole thing.”

You and Felix both turned to stare at him, your mouths dropping open in identical expressions of disbelief. It took approximately two seconds before all three of you burst out laughing.

The laughter started light, then turned uncontrollable, your giggles mixing with Felix’s loud snorts and Minho’s chuckles. You laughed so hard your sides started to hurt, but then, without warning, the giggles morphed into something else.

The tears hit you before you could stop them. One moment you were laughing, and the next, you were crying, the overwhelming mix of emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Felix’s smile faltered, and he rushed to your side, wrapping an arm around you.

“George, hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, his usual sunshine dimmed by concern.

Minho was there a moment later, kneeling in front of you and gently resting a hand on your knee. 

“Breathe, jagi,” he said quietly. “You’re okay. We’re here.”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself, but the weight of everything - the pregnancy, the secret, missing Hyunjin - was too much.

“I miss him…a lot,” you managed between sobs.

“I know, I know…but we're here for you, George. You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ve got you.” Felix hugged you tighter, his voice steady but emotional.

Minho nodded as he said, “He’s right. You’re stuck with us now. You and George Jr.”

That earned a watery laugh from you, and you wiped at your eyes, looking between them. 

“I don’t deserve you two.”

“Yes, you do,” Minho said firmly.

“Absolutely,” Felix added. “And so does George Jr.”

---

Hyunjin was losing his mind.

It wasn’t just the lingering ache of your absence or the fact that he hadn’t heard your voice in what felt like forever. But it was also Felix, his best friend, his other half, his partner-in-crime. Felix was suddenly a closed book. The guy who usually shared everything, from dumb cat videos to the tiniest gossip about their members, had turned into a human vault. A sketchy human vault.

Felix was constantly disappearing. After practice, during breaks, even in the middle of game nights. When Hyunjin asked, Felix always had some vague excuse. 

“Oh, just running errands!”

“Helping out Minho-hyung with something.”

“Had to grab something for George!”

Who the hell was George? 

Hyunjin squinted every time Felix made one of these excuses. Since when was his best friend suddenly so obsessed with running errands? And why was Minho always involved?

Hyunjin didn’t like it.

At first, he chalked it up to paranoia. Maybe he was overthinking. Obviously, losing you had him extra possessive and clingy. Maybe Felix and Minho were just…hanging out more? It wasn’t a crime. But then Hyunjin started noticing things.

Felix and Minho were inseparable. They’re always whispering about God-knows-what. They’d vanish together after schedules, not even bothering to invite Hyunjin to join.

So naturally, one evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, Hyunjin cornered Felix in the locker room.

“Lix,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall like he was interrogating a criminal. “Where have you been going all the time?”

And to his credit, Felix didn’t even flinch.

“Oh, nowhere. Just hanging out with Minho-hyung. You know how it is.”

“Since when do you and Minho-hyung have this…whatever-this-is?” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes.

Felix shrugged nonchalantly, pulling his hoodie over his head and saying, “We’ve just been vibing.”

“Vibing?” Hyunjin echoed, incredulous. “You disappear every day to vibe? And what’s with all the whispering during practice?”

Felix zipped up his hoodie and slung his bag over his shoulder.

“You’re being dramatic, Hyun. It’s nothing.”

Hyunjin stared at him, trying to gauge if Felix was lying. But Felix’s face was completely blank, a perfect poker face.

“What about Y/N?” Hyunjin asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “Have you…seen her?”

At that, Felix paused, just for a second, but it was enough for Hyunjin to notice.

“I'm sure she’s good, Hyun. Busy probably.” he managed, giving him a smile.

Hyunjin frowned, but before he could press further, Felix clapped him on the shoulder.

“Don’t overthink, mate. Get some rest, yeah?”

And just like that, Felix was gone, leaving Hyunjin standing in the empty locker room, more confused than ever.

---

The next day, Hyunjin had been lingering suspiciously around the studio after practice, pretending to stretch while trying (and failing) to overhear Felix and Minho’s latest hushed conversation.

Chris, so so used to all the bullshit his boys pulled on the regular, had noticed this constant whispering between Felix and Minho, and also Hyunjin’s not-so-subtle attempts to loiter. He clapped his hands loudly.

“Hyunjin, go home. You’re exhausted, mate.”

Hyunjin, startled, stammered something about finishing up but Chris gave him a hard enough glare that had him reluctantly packing up and storming off (throwing one last suspicious glance at Felix, who pretended to be engrossed in tying his shoelaces.)

Once Hyunjin was out the door, Chris turned to Felix and Minho, his arms crossed and his leader gaze set to high alert.

“Okay,” he said, his voice stern, “what’s going on with you two? You’ve been sneaking around like teenagers, and I have a bad feeling about it. Spill.”

Felix and Minho exchanged a glance, before Minho shook his head. 

“Nothing’s going on, hyung,” Minho said coolly, leaning against the wall like he wasn’t sweating internally.

Felix, on the other hand, immediately started babbling. 

“Oh, you know, just chilling and cooking and - did you know George is a big fan of pumpkin soup? I’ve been learning how to make it. Minho hyung’s been helping…he’s such a perfectionist in the kitchen, but that’s beside the point -”

But the moment ‘George’ left his mouth, Minho sighed. 

“Who the hell is George?” Chris interrupted, his sharp eyes narrowing.

Minho sighed, muttering, “Great work, Yongbok.”

Felix blinked rapidly, his face heating up. He could do anything, literally anything in the world. But that anything didn't include lying to Chris. 

“Oh, uh, George is just…you know…a friend!” 

“A friend? You’ve been disappearing every day,  and sneaking around because of a friend?”

Felix opened his mouth, probably to launch into another nonsensical explanation, but Minho cut him off.

“George is Y/N,” he said flatly, like he was tired of the charade.

Chris froze.

“What do you mean George is Y/N?” he asked, his voice rising slightly. “What the hell is going on?”

Felix started flailing, his words tripping over each other.

“It’s not like we didn’t want to tell you, hyung, but it’s complicated, and she’s been going through a lot, and she needs all the help and support with George Jr. -”

“George Jr.?!” Chris exclaimed, his voice now echoing off the walls.

Minho, as calm as ever, pointed at Felix. “You’re making it worse.”

Chris threw his hands in the air as he said, “What is George Jr.?!”

“You mean who is George Jr.? It’s the baby. She’s pregnant.” Minho sighed, rubbing his temples.

The room went silent. Chris blinked several times, his expression cycling through shock, confusion, and then something that could only be described as 'Dad Rage'.

“She’s pregnant?! SHE’S PREGNANT, AND YOU TWO KEPT THIS FROM ME?!”

Felix, now thoroughly panicking, looked at Minho like he was begging for help. Minho just shrugged.

Chris glared at both of them. “You’re taking me to her. Right now.”

---

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You waddled over and opened it to find Chris standing there, his arms crossed and his eyes full of emotion.

Before you could say a word, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, his voice laced with both worry and frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Behind him, Felix stood pouting like a scolded child and Minho looked like he regretted everything.

“Chris,” you gasped, trying to pull back from his hug. “I can’t breathe!”

He released you but kept his hands on your shoulders, scanning your face like a concerned dad. “You should’ve told me. We’re family, Y/N. You thought of doing this alone? Does he know? Oh my god, he doesn't know, does he?!”

From behind him, Felix muttered, “She’s not alone. I’ve been taking care of her.”

Chris whipped around to face him.

“Oh, you’ve been taking care of her, have you?!”

Felix folded his arms, his pout deepening.

“George Jr. is mine. None of you fake dads are gonna ever-”

Minho, who’d been quiet up until now, rolled his eyes and interrupted him.

“Please. You think you’re the dad just because you baked her cookies? Please.”

Felix turned to him, affronted. “You’ve been helping me! And my baby!”

“Oh, for the love of -” Chris groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, before glancing at you. “We're gonna get through this.”

You smiled at them, nodding. But deep inside, guilt gnawed at you. Everyone except Hyunjin seemed to be catching up. 

You'd started working from home more and more since you started your sixth month. You came over to the company only when you had something important to do. 

This afternoon was supposed to be uneventful. You had planned to drop by the company, grab a few files, and leave quickly. But apparently, fate had other plans.

You were leaving one of the offices when you heard it.

“Y/N?”

The voice was soft, almost hesitant. You froze in place, gripping the files tightly against your chest. Slowly, you turned to see Hyunjin standing a few feet away, his eyes wide as saucers, his gaze locked on you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His gaze flickered down to your stomach - the not-so-subtle curve of your six-month baby bump that your sweater absolutely failed to conceal under closer scrutiny.

Hyunjin’s face drained of all color.

“What…Y/N…are you…?” he stammered, his voice breaking.

You panicked, taking a step back. “Hyunjin, I -”

But he was already closing the distance between you, his voice rising into a frantic whisper.

“Are you pregnant?!”

You winced, glancing around nervously, but the hallway was thankfully empty. Still, Hyunjin’s voice, even when hushed, completely floored you.

“Hyunjin, let’s not -”

“Are you pregnant?!” he repeated, his voice breaking. His hand gestured toward your stomach, and he looked so utterly wrecked that you couldn’t bring yourself to lie.

So you nodded.

His reaction was immediate. Hyunjin stumbled backward, his eyes welling up with tears, his hands clutching his head as if trying to keep himself from falling apart.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Oh my God. Oh my God, it’s mine, isn’t it?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening at the sight of him falling apart. “Hyunjin -”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was louder now, no longer a whisper. “That’s my baby! Our baby! And you didn’t tell me?”

“Hyunjin, please,” you begged, trying to calm him, but he was a storm you couldn’t contain.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I would’ve left everything for you! Don’t you know that? I would’ve -”

You shook your head fiercely, your own tears spilling over now.

“Hyunjin, I couldn't -”

“I don’t care!” he shouted, his voice cracking painfully. “None of it means anything if I don’t have you!”

Before either of you could say more, Chris appeared, obviously having heard the chaos from the other end of the hallway.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, his eyes flickering between you and the sobbing mess that was Hyunjin.

“Hyung,” Hyunjin sobbed, clutching Chris’s arm as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. “She’s pregnant. She’s pregnant, and she didn’t tell me. That’s my baby.” His voice broke again, and he leaned heavily into Chris, tears falling freely.

Chris’s expression softened instantly, and he glanced at you as you stood rooted to your spot, tears spilling down your cheeks. 

“Hyunjin, calm down. Let’s talk about this somewhere else, okay?” He tried to guide Hyunjin back toward the practice room, but Hyunjin was not taking orders from anyone at this point.

“No,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m not going anywhere until she tells me why she didn’t tell me.”

You stepped closer, your heart breaking as you cupped his tear-streaked cheeks with trembling hands. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his eyes red and raw as they searched yours for answers.

“Because,” you whispered, your voice cracking, “I love you. I love you too much to let you give up your dreams for me.”

Hyunjin’s tears fell harder.

“You think I’d regret it?” he choked out. “You think I’d ever regret choosing you? Choosing our baby?”

You shook your head through your tears.

“I couldn’t let you make that choice, Hyun. Not when I knew how much this means to you.”

Before he could respond, Felix and Minho arrived, their worried faces appearing at the end of the hallway. Felix took one look at the scene and immediately rushed to Hyunjin’s side, wrapping an arm around him.

“Hyunjin,” Felix said softly, his own voice shaking. “Come on, breathe.”

Minho, meanwhile, approached you, his arm going around your shoulder, and then glancing at Hyunjin.

“You’re not going to solve anything by falling apart here,” he said calmly. “Pull yourself together.”

But Hyunjin was inconsolable, his sobs growing louder.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. She’s been going through this alone, and I didn’t know. What kind of person does that make me?”

You stepped closer, your voice firm as you said, “Hyunjin, stop. You’re not a bad person. This isn’t your fault. If anything, it's mine. For keeping this from you.”

“I want to be there. Oh my God, I love you! Don’t shut me out again,” he whispered brokenly. “Please.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I won’t.”

As Chris and Felix finally led Hyunjin away, Minho stayed behind, pulling you into a hug.

“Well,” he said dryly, “that could’ve gone worse.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping your tears. “Could it?”

Minho sshrugged

“At least he knows now. He’ll come around. And when he does…” He smirked faintly. “You’re going to have a hell of a time keeping him out of your hair.”

You sighed, your heart heavy but hopeful. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The company meeting was the stuff of legends. Chris had marched in like the leader of a revolution, Hyunjin trailing behind with fire in his eyes. By the end of it, the higher-ups had no choice but to relent. Hyunjin wasn’t going anywhere. Neither were you. And most importantly, Hyunjin was going to make damn sure his family - you and George Jr. were going to be happy, and with him always. 

Now that he was officially back, Hyunjin wasted no time slipping into full-time ‘husband’ mode. His mission? Make up for every second he’d missed. And maybe, just maybe, remind Minho and Felix that while they had been excellent stand-ins, it was time to hand over the reins to the rightful husband.

But, of course, Felix and Minho had no intention of stepping aside without a fight.

---

You and Hyunjin were finally having some well-deserved downtime - he had you nestled against his chest on the couch, his hand resting protectively on your bump. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt calm. Peaceful.

And then Felix appeared.

“Move,” Felix announced dramatically, striding into the room and pointing at Hyunjin like he was accusing him of a crime.

“What?” Hyunjin asked, frowning.

“I said move,” Felix repeated, already wedging himself between the two of you (particularly experienced with this as he'd done it a hundred times before). 

You couldn’t help but laugh as Felix threw an arm around you and placed his head on your shoulder.

“Just so you know, Mr. Biological Father,” Felix began, glaring pointedly at Hyunjin, “George Jr. is mine. We share an emotional bond that transcends DNA, okay? And, George? She's mine too. You being back changes nothing.”

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

“What are you even talking about?! Why are you still calling her that?!”

Felix huffed dramatically, clutching you tighter. 

“Because she’s my George! And I will not stand for you disrupting the sacred trust we’ve built. Now go be useful and bring George her smoothie.”

Hyunjin looked at you, utterly baffled. “You’re seriously letting him call you George?”

“It’s a thing now. I’ve stopped fighting it.” You shrugged, trying to stifle your giggles.

Felix gave Hyunjin a smug grin.

“See? She’s accepted her destiny. Now go.”

Before Hyunjin could fire back, Minho’s voice floated in from the kitchen.

“Yongbok-ah, I’m the one making the smoothie. I know how to serve the smoothie I made. Hyunjin, if you’re so desperate to help, why don’t you go fold the laundry or something?”

Hyunjin groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“Why am I suddenly the errand boy in my own house?”

Minho appeared in the doorway, smoothie in hand, his expression deadpan.

“Maybe because we’ve been doing all the heavy lifting for months while you were busy, I don’t know, not knowing she was pregnant.” he said, and Hyunjin flinched, clutching his chest like Minho had shot him.

“Okay, low blow.”

“I call it the truth.” Minho smirked. 

“Minho hyung and I have carried this team for far too long. You’re going to have to earn your place here, buddy.” Felix said with a grin. 

Hyunjin threw his hands up in exasperation and said, “She’s literally my girlfriend! How do I have to earn anything?!”

“George belongs to us, Hyunjin. Now go fold the laundry.” Felix said, waving Hyunjin away.

You burst out laughing, clutching your belly as Hyunjin huffed in annoyance before stomping off. He came back with a basket full of freshly washed and dried clothes, and started folding.

“I’ll fold every piece of laundry in Korea if it means overthrowing these two clowns.”

“You guys are all insane, you know that?” you said, shaking your head. 

“We prefer devoted.” Felix grinned.

“Dedicated. Loyal.” Minho nodded. 

“Whatever they are, I’ll beat them at it. Just watch.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes but threw you a wink.

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Synopsys: you find out about them planning to propose to you.

Warnings: none

Enjoy!