summary: After Eri is rescued, Aizawa finds himself thinking — he wants to give her a real home. With his wife already expecting their first child, he shyly brings up the idea of adoption.
warnings: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, dad!aizawa, shy & emotionally awkward Aizawa, fluff, soft dad energy, found family feels, pregnancy content, protective husband vibes, much sweetness, quiet love confessions, comfort after trauma, emotional vulnerability, fluff with a side of healing, dad!Aizawa being the best™
wc: 0.6k words.
a/n: I have baby fever. expect girl!dad!bakugo next..
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s silently attached to Eri from the moment he sees her safe in the hospital bed, even if he doesn’t realize it right away.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s unusually quiet on the car ride home with you, then blurts out, “I want to adopt her,” in that low, gruff voice — barely above a whisper.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s avoiding eye contact when he asks, standing in the kitchen while you’re rubbing your belly and looking at him like he’s the best man alive.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s so genuinely surprised when you immediately say, “Of course,” and chokes a little on the emotion in your voice.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s stunned silent for a second, then just pulls you in and rests his forehead on yours, murmuring “Thank you” over and over because he really didn’t know if he deserved this much love.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s reading parenting books late at night — one arm wrapped around you in bed, the other flipping pages on how to care for a child with trauma and prepare for a newborn.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s checking on Eri at night even though she’s already asleep — tucking her in with that same gentleness he uses when he brushes your hair back while you sleep.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s surprised when Eri quietly takes your hand at the doctor’s appointment and calls you “Mama,” and he just watches with his heart swelling and doesn’t say a word — but he doesn’t stop smiling the whole drive home.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s teaching Eri how to brush her teeth, tie her shoes, and be gentle with your belly because “that’s where your little sibling is hiding.”
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s worried he’ll mess this up, but every time you fall asleep curled next to him with Eri on your other side, he knows he’s exactly where he belongs.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s holding Eri on one arm and has his hand on your belly with the other, whispering “you’re both safe now” like it’s a promise.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s teaching Eri how to swaddle a teddy bear because she wants to “practice being a big sister.“
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s tucking in two blankets every night — one for the little girl he saved, and one for the woman carrying his baby he already loves more than life.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s not great with words, but keeps showing his love in the way he holds your hand tighter when Eri calls him “Dad” for the first time… and he doesn’t even try to hide the tears.
＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who‘s pregnant wife id love to be.
Summary: Shota is unboxing a pack of Pokemon cards and seeing him so excited just does something to you...
Pairing: Soul x reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive
Word count: 400+
Authors notes: Finally the soulification of my blog...
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“Wait—wait, look at this one!"
Shota's eyes are bright, completely absorbed in the pack of cards in his hand. He moves closer to you on his knees to hold it up and show you like it’s the most important thing in the world. “It's one of the rare ones. Only 7% of—”
You’re not even looking at the card, barely even listening too.
Because you're too busy looking at him.
At the way his eyes go wide, the way his words tumble over each other, the way his whole face lights up when he talks about something he loves. It does something to you. Something warm and overwhelming and a little bit unbearable.
“—my collection is final-lmph—”
You don’t let him finish.
Your hand catches the front of his shirt to tug him forward and before he can even process it, your lips are smushed against his.
It’s sudden, a little clumsy, but he melts into it almost instantly. There’s a little surprised sound against your lips that you swallow before he relaxes, the card in his hand slipping as his grip loosens and it falls somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.
You press closer, guiding him back without breaking the kiss. He goes down easily, still catching up and trying to figure out what was happening.
His back hits the mattress, and you follow, settling over him, caging his waist between your knees.
When you finally pull back he's just... staring at you, a little dazed and flustered.
“Sorry,” you murmur, breath uneven as you bursh your thumb across his cheek. “I just—” You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “You looked so cute and excited. I couldn’t help it. It made me want to… I don’t know. Devour you.”
His lips part slightly, trying to find words, but nothing came out.
You don’t give him the chance anyway.
You lean in again, slower this time.
Your tongue darts out to meet his. He's more conscious now and he rolls it over yours as his hands finally move to slide around your back and pull you closer against him.
Your lips move away to trail kisses from his mouth, down the corner of his jaw.
His breath catches when your hips roll against his and when your teeth graze that perfectly sensitive spot just below his ear, the small, shaky whimper he lets out makes you smile against his skin.
shota often wonders what your lips would feel like…
₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. shota x reader
‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ~1k words, fluff, roommates to lovers (?)
‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. warnings: kissing, use of y/n, it might be a little cheesy LOL
“What’re you doing?”
The voice makes you jump, the bathroom having been silent just before, but you smile knowing that nothing could possibly happen to you when Shota is home.
“Y’know how it’s been dry lately?” you ask, rubbing the smooth stick in circular motions over your lips once more.
“Yeah…” He catches his eyes drifting to your lips before he realizes he’s been staring, returning his gaze to your gaze in the mirror.
“So my lips are kinda going through it. I’m just trying to get rid of all the dead skin ‘n stuff.”
He hums, watching as you pucker and pout at your reflection, a lump forming in his throat. So…does that mean…your lips taste…like whatever flavor that thing is in?
Shaking his head, he tries to steel his nerves. Roommates let alone friends shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts about other roommates, let alone friends. At least that’s what Jongseob said…followed by a quip of “unless you have those kinds of feelings for them,” which Shota obviously doesn’t! Or at least that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself of lately…
He can’t help it. He doesn’t even know what it is. On the one hand, things are just so easy with you.
But on the other hand, he can’t help the little jump his heart does when you glance back in his direction, swallowing the lump that forms in his throat at your sparkling eyes. He can’t help how he leans in even the slightest bit closer, hand itching to be in yours. He can’t help the little thought in the back of his head that he wants to cover your sweet face in kisses every now and then, no matter what he says to Jongseob to try to get the younger off his case.
“Do you wanna try it?” you ask, holding it out to him.
“W-wha—would that be okay?” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes trained on the other self care products you have out on the counter. He would never want to intrude…
“You could never, Shota,” you tease, coming over to push his shoulder lightly and hand him the lip exfoliator.
He follows you back to the spot at the sink, staring at his reflection in front of him. With you now resuming your routine, he glances at you. How did you do it? Do you just—
He starts swiping it across his mouth, the sugar crystals stuck in the wax. Even if he’s not quite sure on what he’s supposed to be doing, he knows this doesn’t feel right. Squinting at the tube, he turns it around in his hands, fidgeting while trying to find some instructions.
But before he can come up empty handed and sigh, you take it from his fingers. Your hands land on his shoulders and spin him around to face you, his face wide eyed and a faint pink blush starting to color his cheeks.
“Y/n—”
“Uh uh uh,” you coo, gently pushing his jaw closed. “Pout for me?”
He does as you say before you start applying the scrub in the same way you’d done a couple minutes ago, his lips puckered cutely. With the sweet crumbs now sitting pretty on his skin and the soft watermelon scent of the wax now wafting into his nose, he closes his eyes. Is this what you taste like? Is this what it would be like to kiss you?
He darts his tongue out to taste the balm, instantly met with the saccharine flavor of artificial watermelon. But, even though you still haven’t finished, he doesn’t think his mouth has ever felt this soft before. That knowledge certainly doesn’t help his fantasies about kissing you.
“All done!” you exclaim, pulling away to admire your handiwork as his eyes spring open. “You can rinse off the sugar. Whaddya think?”
He turns on the faucet, running water under his fingers and rubbing it against his lips.
“S-soft,” he murmurs. Would your lips be as soft as his feel right now? Surely they must be even more plush. This has been your routine for as long as you two have lived together after all…
“Right! Isn’t it nice? I can’t believe I got this for like three dollars. Such a steal.”
But before you can return to the counter and finish your self care regimen, Shota tugs on your hand, turning you to face him. Opening his mouth, he quickly closes it when surprise flashes behind your eyes.
“Oh I forgot!” You rummage through the cabinet before you pull out another balm product. “You can put this on after too.” Taking off the cap, you quickly run it on your lips and hold it out to him. “Just like that. Do you wanna try?”
However his lips are on yours before you can even blink, your body frozen from his warmth being so close to you.
“I-I,” he whispers, pulling away to stumble all too soon. “It’s good,” he blurts out, heartbeat racing in his chest as he stares at you. His pupils are practically shaking as he takes in the scene, wondering what just came over him.
Of course he knows; Shota can’t help wanting to be close to you, to show you all his affections. But a kiss…compared to daily hugs and cuddles during movie night…did he cross a line? He’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable, the prospect of that possibility already having an apology ready on his now smooth soft lips.
But before he can fill the silence with those words, instead you exhale, trying to steady your speeding heart as you place the product on the counter with shaky fingers and move your hands to his shoulders with a few pats. “I think you should try that again.”
Shota smiles. You don’t have to tell him twice.
a/n: i have piwon meal!!!!! finally posting smthn omg...
this fic Is a rework from my old blog so if anyone happens to recognize it that's why but i promise it is still smthn i wrote entirely. i will work on the maknae line pt. 2 reaction and hopefully have that soon plus i have some jiung drafts (as usual 😭💀) so hopefully i will be able to have some more content in 2026🤞🤞
this title isn't that creative or anything but idk 😭😭 i also realized after they have the same name but lips by ive is such a good song ive had in my playlist for a long time
if i dont post anything new before the end of the year again happy holidays and new year everyone <3
SYNOPSiS how do you tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant while he’s at the peak of his career?
content!!!! unplanned pregnancy, guitarist!jiung, yunjin from lsfm mention, throwing up, nausea, idk pregnancy symptoms?, no actual smut, its lowkey late so this is messy and not proof read sorry🥲
Jiung became a dad on accident.
One risky night with you a few years after graduation when you both ran into each other. You hadn’t seen him in years, not since he walked across the stage and ended your relationship right before throwing his cap in the air with his friends.
You didn’t mean to sleep with him. It was all in the heat of the moment, he looked too good and you were too desperate for someone who knew your body as well as he did.
Now, you bit your lip anxiously, watching as Jiung started taking his guitar out before a gig with his band.
Yes, a band. Consisting of Intak (the dummer), Keeho (the singer), Theo (on bass), and of course, Jiung on guitar. They formed in school, playing small venues to gain attention. Now, here they were, five years into their careers, opening for some group you couldn’t even remember.
He gave you a swift kiss on your lips, strumming the guitar to make sure it was in tune before he starts talking. “You got your earbuds, baby?”
You nodded, turning your head to show him. “Already in,” a smile was on your face in an instant.
He returns your smile, rubbing your shoulder in the most innocent way he could muster. “Next time we’re here, I’ll be headlining, okay? And when I headline, I’m bringing you out on stage with us.”
Jiung was sweet. After you reconnected, he dedicated all his attention towards you — even if it meant skipping a few practices to sit with you while you were sick. All you could do is nod, watching him walk out on stage with hundreds of people cheering for him and the other boys.
You tried to fight the feeling of nausea climbing up your throat. It wasn’t the first time tonight or even this week. It was a common thing as of recently, along with sudden fatigue that made you want to die. You swallowed hard, pressing your lips together as you took a random seat you saw backstage. The bass from the speakers vibrated through your chest. Usually, this would be something you loved, but tonight it only brought you sickness.
“Not now,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t even touched your drink. Just the smell alone had been enough to make you vomit earlier. Jiung knew of your sudden condition, often opting to stay to take care of you, but now he was in stage, completely different than how he was when it was just you.
You looked at him from the many screens sprawled out in front of you. Sweet Jiung, playing his heart out mixing with whatever Keeho was singing. Your chest softened at the sight of him.
Another wave hit, much stronger this time. You inhaled slowly through your nose, willing it to pass. Maybe it was just the crowd, or even the heat. You hadn’t eaten much today either, just a piece of toast that you barely wanted.
But even then, this had been happening a lot lately.
Your hand drifted subconsciously to your stomach, pressing lightly as if that would make sense. Instead, it only made you more aware of how strange your body had been feeling. You were tired all the time, with random cravings and random nausea. And when was your last period?
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second.
“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself, dropping your hand quickly like everything had meant nothing.
Yunjin was watching the whole thing from your side. She was their manager, but most importantly Theo’s cousin who went to the same school as all of you. She knew you, and she knew there had to be a reason as to why you were so pale.
“Are you okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, lip in a pout while she waited for a response. Her hair was freshly bleached to be a blonde color you thought must only belong to angels.
You nod, trying your hardest to plaster a smile on your head, “one hundred percent.” But she knew your tells and she had been watching the past few minutes.
That’s how you ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet while she held your hair and rubbing circles around your back.
Yunjin didn’t say anything at first. She just kept her hand steady against your back. When you finally pulled back, wiping your mouth with shaky hands, she reached over and flushed for you.
“You’re not okay,” she said quietly, like it was a fact you both were too scared to admit.
“You’re wrong,” you tried to counter. Your voice was hoarse, “I just ate something bad—“
She gave you look, a look that showed she didn’t believe you. She knew there was something you were lying to her about. But instead of saying something, she grabbed a wipe from her bag and handed it to you. You pressed it against your lips, avoiding her eyes.
Yunjin leaned back against the stall, arms crossing across her chest. “When was your last period?”
Everything felt like it was in slow motion after that, your eyes widening while you turned towards her quickly. Your hand froze, shaking slightly at what she’s suggesting.
You swallowed the saliva that started to build up, “I’ve been stressed.”
She tilted her head, “I’m serious, how long?”
You tried to think, really! But the more you tried to think, the more the days blurred into weeks. “I don’t know,” you admitted, quieter than before.
The silence felt deafening, like you had stepped through a portal into a different world where noise was illegal.
“You’re nauseous,” she held her fingers up, “haven’t eaten, missed your period.”
“I didn’t say I missed it,” you snapped, meaner than you meant.
But she stayed stoic, “I read between the lines.”
For a second, neither of you spoke. You stared at the ceiling instead. Wet eyes, pale skin, the taste of last nights dinner still on your tongue. You allowed your hand to drift again, this time without second guessing. It rested over your stomach.
“Hey,” Yunjin reached for your other hand, “we don’t know anything yet.” But you knew what she meant. There was no way it wasn’t true, you were definitely pregnant and it definitely was with Jiung’s baby.
You could feel tears crowing right beneath your tear ducts, but instead you focused on something else. “He can’t know.”
Yunjin blinked at you like you said something you weren’t supposed to, “but he’s the—”
“He can’t know,” you repeated, more firmly this time, even as your voice trembled. “Not right now. Everything’s finally happening for him and I’m not—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching. You were close to breaking down, of course this had to happen to you out of all people.
Yunjin watched you carefully, no words coming from her lips, but you could tell she would listen to you. A quiet agreement, something that settled with both of you in more ways than one.
But the universe was against you, a knock hit the bathroom door. The person knocked hard, voice shaky while he called. “Yunjin, we’re about to go into the next set, have you seen my girl?”
Of course it was Jiung.
Yunjin glanced at the door, then back at you. “Don’t say anything,” you mouthed quickly, panic flashing across your face.
She hesitated for half a second.
“One second!” she called back, like she hadn’t just made you realize something career threatening.
Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it through the door.
You watched as Yunjin stood, walking towards the door and opening it slowly to peak her head out at the boy.
“…Is she in there?” Jiung asked, softer now.
Yunjin looked at you again like she was weighing something. The angel and devil on her shoulder making her contemplate what she should do next.
“Yeah,” she said, hand on the handle to keep him out. “She’s just not feeling great.”
“…Can I come in?”
You shook your head hard, almost pleading.
Yunjin exhaled quietly, then put her body between him and the door more firmly. “Give her a minute, Jiung.”
“…Okay,” he said finally, reluctant. “Tell her I’ll come find her after this set.” His footsteps lingered for a second, then faded quick as he made his way back to stage.
“You can’t hide this forever,” she turned back towards you, shutting the door behind her.
You looked down at your hands. “I just need to know first.”
You took the test at four in the morning with Jiung sleeping in the room that was attached to the bathroom. Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days. All until the white test that sat on the floor next to you started changing. The blank screen showing two parallel lines, indicting that you were pregnant with no signs of argument. You hurried to fish the box out of the trash, reading over the back of it quickly to see if there was any margin of error. 99% accurate, you had to be the 1%, right?
But when you took the second one, it stayed the same. This time, a plus sign instead of the lines. Another test claiming to be 99% accurate. And when the third test had “pregnant” in big blinking letters, you knew it was true.
The tears fell out of your eyes: frustrations from earlier mixed in with the shock of now. How were you supposed to tell him? What were you supposed to do?
You and Jiung had been dating for almost a year after you got back together. Sure, you were both in your twenties, but were you even ready to be a parent? One tear turned into five, the rest following soon after. Small gasps that left you turned into sobs quick. You tried to cover your mouth, tried to keep yourself quiet so you didn’t wake him.
It didn’t work. Three soft knocks on the door and your name leaving his mouth was all it took for you to cry even harder. The door slowly opened, revealing a half-awake Jiung, wearing only his pajama pants (that were covered in teenage mutant ninja turtles) and hair pointing in every direction.
“You okay?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes slightly to erase the sleep.
You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was sit and watch as he slowly realized what was lying all around you. Boxes, instructions, and 3 tests that were hard to miss. He dropped to his knees, picking up the first one he saw.
“Pregnant?” He whispered, eyes glued to the thing in his eyes.
You couldn’t breathe. Everything was crushing your chest to the point where you were sure you were going to die.
“You’re pregnant?” Tears gathered in his eyes while he looked at you, a dopey smile on his face while he took the time to let it sink in.
You nodded, you naturally copy his expression. You both were crying, out of shock or happiness, no one knows for sure. But what you knew was Jiung leapt forward and engulfed you in a hug, kissing your shoulder to the news.
And three years later, he proved himself. You had given birth to a baby girl named Sooha, officially married soon after, and most importantly, you were happy.
Jiung stepped up, taking care of you and the baby better than you could have ever imagined. Buying whatever you both were craving from Oreos to lobster. He spent time away from the group to prioritize your family and even going out of the way to letting everyone — including his, now large, fanbase that he was happy with you and your family.
Jiung sat at the table next to Sooha who just turned three years old. Both of them watching you bring the Lion King cake you had someone make custom for her. Keeho started singing Happy Birthday, clapping his hands together when everyone joined in.
In moments like this, you were happy. Happy that you were reunited, happy that you were able to live such a beautiful life with Jiung and his family (whether or not they were blood).
Jiung might have become a father by accident, but it might have been the best thing he’s ever done.
Word Count: 632
Summary:“You have to fight back. You can’t let him win again.”
Pairing: Soul X reader
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“Soul, no.”
“But why not?” His voice was soft, questioning, completely innocent.
You clenched your fists, trying to keep your resolve. “Because you already had boba yesterday.”
“But this one’s a different flavor…” Soul tilted his head slightly, looking up at you with those ridiculously round, wide eyes, filled with the slightest hint of pleading.
You felt your brain short-circuit.
Not the boba eyes. Not the boba eyes.
Your heart started to pound in your chest, your willpower cracking like thin ice beneath a heavy weight. Soul wasn’t even doing anything special—he was just looking at you, but the effect was devastating.
And the worst part? He had no idea.
You could practically hear the dramatic gasp from behind you.
“You’re joking,” Keeho muttered, staring in shock. “There’s no way this is happening right now.”
Jiung snorted, elbowing Intak. “Look at them. they're about to cave.”
“I bet three boba drinks they’ll say yes,” Theo whispered.
“Five,” Intak shot back.
Meanwhile, you were engaged in a losing battle. Soul wasn’t even pushing, wasn’t even pouting. He was just standing there, soft and quiet, blinking at you with the gaze of an innocent, doe-eyed puppy.
He tilted his head again. Oh no.
Your lips parted, the word forming before you could stop it—
“…Fine.”
The room exploded.
“NO WAY.” Keeho dramatically fell onto the couch.
“Unbelievable.” Jiung shook his head, laughing.
Theo and Intak exchanged looks before Theo sighed and pulled out his phone. “Yeah, okay, I owe you five boba drinks.”
Soul, still blissfully unaware, simply smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
You groaned, covering your face. He doesn’t even realize.
You were doomed.
You glared at the floor, your brain still recovering from the way you had just folded like a cheap lawn chair. Across the room, the other members were still losing their minds over the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
Meanwhile, Soul just stood there, completely at peace, as if he hadn’t just single-handedly melted your entire resolve with a single glance.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Strawberry or mango…?”
You blinked, still dazed. “Huh?”
“For the boba,” he said simply, peering at you again with those same big, round eyes.
Your breath hitched. Oh no.
Before you could make the mistake of staring too long, Keeho grabbed your shoulders and physically turned you around. “hey, listen to me,” he said, his voice grave. “You have to fight back. You can’t let him win again.”
“I—I didn’t—” You stammered, face heating up.
“You totally did,” Jiung snickered, nudging Theo. “This is actually hilarious. Soul isn’t even trying.”
“I bet he could get Y/N to do anything at this rate,” Intak mused, arms crossed. “Like, what if he asked them to carry his stuff for a week?”
“Or buy him a lifetime supply of boba,” Theo added.
“Or—”
“STOP,” you interrupted, shaking Keeho’s hands off you. “I am not that weak!”
A moment of silence.
Then, all five of them slowly turned to look at Soul, who, as usual, was just patiently standing there, waiting for you to finish your dramatic internal crisis.
Then he blinked.
And tilted his head.
Again.
You felt your soul (no pun intended) physically leave your body.
“Actually…” you mumbled. “Mango sounds good.”
Chaos. Utter, absolute chaos.
“NOOOOO.” Keeho collapsed onto the floor.
“Oh my God.” Jiung looked personally betrayed.
Intak looked like he had just won the lottery. “Okay, now I’m convinced. Soul has a secret superpower.”
Theo sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just impressed.”
And through it all, Soul simply gave you the softest, most unbothered smile, completely unaware of the destruction he had just caused. “Okay. Let’s go, then.”
You groaned in defeat as he tugged you toward the door.
OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.
BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw
actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹
warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing.
wc: ~600.
“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together.
You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were).
You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions.
There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.
Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.
Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.
“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.
But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart?
Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate.
And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.
You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?
“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.
“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.
“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.
He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.
“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.”
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request: hi! i hope ur doing well, i love ur acc and i wanted to ask if you can do some shota x reader fluff,,, maybe he sneaks into ur room to cuddle and talk :)) 💗
p1harmony shota haku (soul) x gn!reader
wc: 705
summary: Shota comes home late to find you comfy and he can't resist melting into the warm bed with you, a bubble of love blocking off the outside world.
a/n: hii anon!! thank you so much for this request, it was super soft annd i really enjoyed writing it, so i hope you enjoy it lots <3
Shifting around in bed as you bury yourself into the blankets, the switch sitting in your hand lights up. Soft music chimes out as your island comes into view, Animal Crossing displayed. It was just past 11pm, only a few minutes after Soul had sent you a text.
‘Are you still awake? 〵(•́ ꞈ •̀)〴’
‘Yeah m’ just in bed now, do you have yer key? ♡’
‘Yesss!! cya 15 mins ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ’
Knowing he probably freshened up at the company you got comfortable checking through your island to pass time. Quiet chimes of the music fills the space as the side lamp gives a warm glow to the room and before you knew it, the telltale sound of keys jingling could be heard.
Footsteps down the hall as your eyes follow a dark spot in the water, trying to get close enough to trigger a fishing event without scaring it off. The sound of footsteps and water splashing rise and suddenly stop as the screen reads out ‘I caught a sea bass- no, wait! This is at least a C+’ making you scrunch your nose.
As you glare down at the sea bass with terrible puns, Shota stands leaned against the doorframe admiring you. The cute face you're making at the screen, how comfy you look curled up in bed, the light illuminates you so perfectly, gently kissing your skin Shota bites back a wide smile. When you finally look up, locking eyes with him as he moves towards you.
“Hi baby, welcome home.” You whispered out as he settled into bed, allowing himself to get tangled within the blankets and you, throwing an arm over your belly to pull you flush against him. “How was practice? Are the boys doing well?” Shota gave quiet recounts of his day, not wanting to ruin the calming environment you’d had created. He’d talk about funny stories of recording with Theo and Keeho, how Jiung and Intak kept teasing each other during practice, and the new moves he created with Jongseob. You nodded along as you continued your little tasks in the game, Shota watching intently.
It was only after you finished showing off your latest creation of a heart shaped pond did you notice that he had stopped talking and was watching you instead of the game, making your face heat up at the sudden attention.
Shutting it down and putting it aside you turn back to him,“What’s up Sho?” Mumbling out as you slide further into the bed, shifting around until you're laid on his chest, leg thrown over his, peering up through your lashes until it’s his turn to shyly avert his eyes away from your stare.
Nudging your chin into his chest to bring his attention back to you, you ask again, “What’s on your mind baby?”. It seemed so intimate, the way you whisper it, soft eyes looking up at him as he wraps his arms to press you almost impossibly closer to him. “I love you so much.” He says barely above a whisper as he locked eyes with you, a toothy smile spreading.
A wave of warmth hits you as you bury your face in his chest, caught off guard by the confession. “You can’t just say that all of a sudden…” The words are muffled by his shirt but still causes an airy laugh to escape him. “You asked, didn't you?” Shota said, still amused by your reaction, “I’m just really grateful to come home to you, Y/n.” You could feel his heartbeat under your fingertips, the warm feeling infectious as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I love you too, my alien.” Huffing out one of his signature noises, you’d smile attempting to echo it back to him.
A home filled to the brim with warmth and love. Shota runs his hand up and down your back, sometimes stopping to draw patterns on your skin as your palm smooths against his cheek brushing his hair. Eventually your eyelids start to get heavier, as your breathing steadily falls into deep sleep, Shota holds you close whispering out “I’ll love you forever.” before shutting off the lights, joining you in dreamland.
