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🎀 & Yuki please?~ :3

Of course! A bit of Yuki is always welcome! Hope you like it, love 💕

Yuki + 🎀 wearing hair accessories

Yuki wasn’t what people called say… a very open person regarding feelings. In that way, you understood you were quite lucky.

“You better not be peeking, okay?”

“Even if I did, I would not see anything you know”

“Oh, right”

After so long, he had finally agreed to let you style his hair, not that he understood the obsession.

“Am I pulling your hair too much? You have silkier hair than I expected”

He shrugged. It felt somewhat relaxing. You two were in your room, faint music coming from one of your phones.

“I think this is it” you nodded to yourself after a while, pulling a small mirror in front of him.

Yuki frowned suspiciously at you before sitting up straighter, his expression changing when he saw the final result. You had somehow been able to make a tiny braid with his bangs. It was cute.

He took the mirror from you, looking at it from different angles “It actually doesn’t look too bad, color me surprised”

“Hehe right? Ah, wait, there’s one more thing” he glanced curiously how you opened your bag and pulled a white lily from a case. Yuki’s heart tightened when you tenderly tuck it behind his ear “You are always making everyone so pretty, I wanted to return the favor at least once”

Noticing his cheeks growing warm, he cleared his throat, tyring to hide his face by looking in the mirror “... I guess If it’s like this I could let you style my hair from time to time, uh”

“You mean it? Yay!” 

“Don’t get your hopes up too much though”

And while you laughed at his blunt answer, Yuki’s eyes softened. He wasn’t as open as Muku or Taichi, but he fervently hoped you knew how much these gestures meant and how much he valued you.

Maybe he should make something too.

Only to return the favor, of course. 

LOOK

No one warned me.

I started Kaleidotrope expecting simple fluff and I came out with literal, weeping tears and my heart melted.

I need to process.

Goodnight.

AU in which all Pepito wants is for Pepito’s dad to start smiling again. Pepito knows that Apa Roier is a HUGE fan of Spider-Man, aka Quesadilla City’s most popular superhero, but he’s been real sad since Spider-Man stopped hero-ing a couple months ago when his rival and WORST ENEMY Black Cat disappeared. And Pepito just wants Roier to be happy, so Pepito’s just gotta find Spider-Man and make him a hero again! (And maybe Pepito can get his autograph, because Spider-Man is Pepito’s favorite hero too!!!)

[An au in which Roier retires as a hero when the man he was working up the nerve to ask out vanished into thin air in a factory explosion after a fight gone wrong. He never even got to find out Black Cat’s name, and now he never will…]

[And, an au in which Cellbit has been stuck in the hospital for months in a coma, and all he’s been dreaming of is the masked hero he’s in love with.]

last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait in bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

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• favorite color ~ blue, black, red, and gold

• currently reading ~ aot manga and phantasma by kaylie smith

• last song ~ stay with me by jack & jack

• last movie ~ how to train your dragon

• last series ~ supernatural and jjk

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• craving ~ motivation to write (and asada fries or nachos)

• tea or coffee ~ tea (specifically raspberry, peach or mango)

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last series: the crow girl (2025)

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tea/coffee: tea!!

currently working on: college assignments... and part two of a fanfic!

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Just give up. You say it first. No, you say it first. You say it first. You do it, babe. 

Bad Buddy (2021) 

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 | 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | jj maybank x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, mentions of domestic abuse, sad jj, y/n fucks a bitch up. idk i wrote this girl as, like, the stereotypical mean girl and the feminist in me hates that i wrote her that way :(

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | y/n had been there to take care of jj’s wounds ever since discovering they shared the same secret spot. when she doesn’t show up for the first time ever, jj goes out of his mind. especially when she finally returns, except this time she’s the one covered in bruises.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 |  thank u so so much liane ( @pogueslandia​ ) for helping me shape this fic, it definitely wouldn’t be the same without u <3 — and sasha ( @mrs-cameron ) for making me realize it’s okay to write other stuff, too <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.8k.

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I honestly loved this guy in the movie...so kind...and never took her rude behaviour to heart cuz he understood what she was going through 💖🥲

Aanand I gotta say, he was behaving hella cute a lot😭🤭

. . . . THIS IS SO PRETTY AND IT MADE ME FEEL, EMOTIONAL?? I DUNNO BUT IT MADE ME HAVE THE FEELS..

Could I get some Idate/Wadanohara fluff, with Idate cuddling with a sleepy Wadda as she goes to sleep?

Idate stared out the window for a moment, wondering to himself how in the hell he ended up where he was now. He glanced down at Wadanohara, who was already on the brink of sleep. He snuffed his cigarette out, adjusting slightly so she was at least a little more comfortable. Glancing up at the doorway, he noticed a certain octopus and shark glaring at him. He couldn’t help the shit eating grin that grew on his face as he flipped them off. Wada caught it however and puffed out her cheeks as she smacked his hand down slightly. “Idate, you have to be nicer.”

“I don’t see why.” He shrugged, running his hands through her hair. He was always mystified with how soft she always kept it. “Fukami tried to murder me a few times and Samekichi is a shark, you know my feelings on that shit.” She puffed her cheeks out again, sitting up.

“Watch your language…! I thought I told you to stop swearing.” He looked at her and smirked a bit, resting his hand on her lower back.

“And you know that isn’t going to happen~” Wada sighed, laying back down and resting her head on his chest. He glanced back to the tv before grabbing the remote and starting to flip through the channels.

“I’m just glad you don’t go wandering off anymore…” Her eyes were closed again, simply enjoying the warmth from the orca. “You always made me…worried when you’d show up cover in blood…” Idate snickered slightly.

“I think for awhile I did it because I kinda liked scaring you, I ain’t gonna lie about that stuff.” He looked back down at her, far more interested in her than whatever show was on. She was so small, yet he knew how strong she really was. “…I don’t mind this too much anyways.” He watched as her mouth formed into a small smile.

“I’m glad. You always looked so lonely to me…why were you always so mean to everyone?” She was struggling to stay awake, the moment of peace they were having so calming to her. He sighed and put his head back, looking up at the ceiling of the house.

“…I dunno. Better to hurt someone before they hurt you, that kinda mentality. You trust too much, I trust too little.” He shrugged, looking back down at her, watching as her breathing started to slow, her little body starting to fall asleep. He decided to keep talking, as that was seemingly the thing that was putting her to sleep. “You were heartbroken when that shark went missing. I dunno why, when I ran up there…something hit me. Something told me that…I dunno, it was kinda like something just told me that this was where I needed to stay. And that I needed to stay by your side so you never got hurt like that again. I knew you were strong, hell you beat my ass easily enough…” He heard a small giggle and he grinned down at her, before returning to petting her hair softly. “But you looked so broken in that moment that I just…knew that I needed to stay.” He shrugged again, looking down at her and seeing that she was surely asleep now. He sighed, reaching over and grabbing his pack of water proof cigarettes and lighting a new one.

“I guess I do got a good side to me. I just…don’t like it all that much, leaves me defenseless…but I can be that way with you Wada. So…thank you.” He closed his own eyes, taking a deep pull of his cigarette. One day his past was going to catch up with him, and when that day happened…well, he wasn’t gonna let Wada face that. He’d probably leave then, just keep running away. That’s what he did best anyways.

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For the mistletoe requests: Fivesoka and “Laughing”

Fivesoka request YAY!! Thank you for requesting this one! 💙

I'm also tagging @aknightreaderr, since you requested Fivesoka and the laughing prompt as well. I guess we all know how perfect this prompt is for them. I actually have another idea, so I'm planning to do this pair/prompt again later, so I'll answer your ask then! 😁

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“Look who’s under the mistletoe now.”

Before Ahsoka could turn towards Fives’ voice, his arms encircled her waist from behind and he pulled her back against his chest. She felt the brush of his goatee as he settled his chin between her montrals. She didn’t know why he suddenly felt the need to hold her this way, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She looked over to the corner of the room to where she knew the mistletoe was hanging. She and Fives had spotted it as soon as they arrived at Riyo’s party, and they had been scoping it out throughout the evening; watching to see who they could catch kissing beneath the hanging plant. They’d already seen Bly and Aayla, Obi-Wan and Satine, and Riyo and Fox, of course. Then to their surprise, they’d seen Tech and Phee together, and then Crosshair and the beautiful blonde woman that he’d brought as his date.

“Crosshair has a date?” Fives had gasped in surprise, though he’d kept his voice low against Ahsoka’s montral.

“Don’t act so surprised,” she scolded, smacking her partner lightly on the arm.

Then a short while later, they’d spotted Echo under the mistletoe, making out with an auburn-haired woman who Ahsoka didn’t recognize.

“Oh yeah, Echo had a girlfriend too,” Fives had explained, vaguely. Then Ahsoka had slammed her hand over his mouth when he added that he should cheer them on. She’d ask him more details about that later.

Now it was Anakin and Padmé, and Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile as she watched her former master with his wife. Now that the war was over, he’d left the Jedi, and his marriage was common knowledge; he and Padmé were nearly inseparable.

And now Ahsoka could relate. She tilted her head up slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of her partner, who was still holding her from behind.

“What?” Fives asked, turned his head to meet her eyes. “You want to go next?”

“What, no!” she protested.

“Why not?”

“Fives, you can kiss me whenever you want,” Ahsoka pointed out. “We don’t need mistletoe.”

“But it’ll be romantic.” He pulled her against him again and pushed his nose into her neck, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin.

“Stop!” she laughed. She wiggled in his arms until she could turn around to face him. “Just kiss me here.”

She rose on her toes and attempted to kiss his mouth, but he leaned back, out of reach.

“No, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe,” he said again.

“Fives,” Ahsoka groaned, banging her fists lightly on his chest. “You’re not going to get me to go over there, so you might as well kiss me here.”

“But the Skywalkers are done now.” He nodded towards the now empty mistletoe corner. “Just in time for us.”

“By the time you get me over there, we will have wasted all this time that we could have just been kissing right here,” she pointed out.

“Well, we better hurry up then.”

Before Ahsoka could protest again, Fives bent down and scooped her into his arms. By the time he’d carried her over to the mistletoe, she had buried her face in his chest to muffle her own laughter.

She lifted her head when she felt him stop walking and glanced up to see the white berries of the mistletoe looking down at them. Then she turned to look at her partner. His amber eyes were sparking with mischief and he had the smuggest grin stretched across his face.

“Okay, you win,” she huffed. “Are you going to put me down?”

“Nope.”

Then Fives leaned down and kissed her deeply. He didn’t hesitate to graze her lower lip with his teeth and push his tongue into her mouth to intertwine it with hers. It was the kind of kiss that always made Ahsoka’s lekku heat and her heart flip. When he placed one last, soft kiss on her lips and pulled back, it was way too soon.

“So, was that kiss worth coming over here for?” he asked. He finally loosened his grip and let her place her feet back on the floor, but he kept his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Maybe.” She offered him a smirk. No way was she going to make this easy for him. “Would be better if you’d just kiss me like that all the time.”

Fives raised an eyebrow and his lips pulled up into the half-smile that she loved so much.

“That can be arranged.”

Before she could respond, he was pulling her in to kiss her again.

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go read rn😤 i’m not even just saying this cause my tumblr bestie wrote this. no. IT IS SO UGHHH EEEK!

this with bakugou omfg please 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Authors Note: OMG YES!! Thanks for being my first request <3I kind of extended it A LOT so theres a ton of build up before we get to the actual suggested part BUT I THINK ITS WORTH IT. Hope this is to your liking °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

|♡| Drowsy Bliss |♡|

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Wanting to spoil your boyfriend Bakugo, you wake him up with one of the most pleasurable ways there was, leading to some very intense sex which he quickly gets impatient by. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Consensual!! Somnophilia, Sex, Nudity, Oral (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Riding, Squirting, tiny bit of Overstimulation, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2,279

 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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Bakugo gasped slightly, knuckles turning white as he subconsciously balled his fists when the weeping head of his cock hit your lips. You giggled, even in his sleep he reacted to you. Just a few teasing kisses trailing up the side of his shaft, tongue tracing his veins in the process, was enough to cause breathy groans to escape his mouth. 

“Mmm, baby..” 

It was quiet, barely above a whisper but you still heard it letting you know that your boyfriend was just barely awake, enough for him to lift his hand and lazily trail his knuckles over your cheek in encouragement. He rarely called you sweet nicknames like baby, preferring playful insults, but the term of enduement truly showed how truly tired of it he was. 

“Ah, fuck..., feels so good baby,” he slurred, gasping when you gave a particularly hard suck to his glans. Bakugo continued to babble incoherently, talking about how good it feels and how you must have been so eager to put your mouth on him if you were willing to do it at this time of night despite you two often waking each other up like this. 

You were slow and careful, the complete opposite of what normally went down when you gave him head. But this wasn’t any normal round of sex, this time you felt a little more in control of your usually dominant boyfriend who was always quick to pin you down and show you whose boss. 

Soft fingers stroked the base of his dick to where your lips wrapped around the head, suckling gently and moving your tongue in circles around the slit. Bakugo was practically whimpering, moving his arm to cover his eyes as he leaned back and let you do all the work, falling in and out of consciousness as he felt the pure pleasure you gave him. Slowly, his hips began to rock in an attempt to get more attention from your soft, wet cavern. 

“What are you doing dummy?” He rasped, one red iris poking over his elbow to watch you. “Sucking my cock like that, shit..”

One of your hands reached to massage his swollen balls as the other continued to stroke him, playfully squeezing the base before massaging his spit-covered head that you had pulled away from. “Just wanted to make you feel good Katsu,” you mumbled, blowing softly on the tip causing his muscular thighs to flex. 

The look on your face pouted lips with a small smile and eyes filled with nothing but adoration has him groaning and lifting his hips, silently asking for you to put your mouth back on him. God, he fucking loved you. 

“Suck it,” he growled out, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head to push you down onto him. “Use your tongue, wrap those pretty lips around me.” There he was, albeit a bit more flexible with his tired state but still your demanding boyfriend. You hummed as his dick almost reached the back of your throat, telling him that’s as far as you wanted to go so you wouldn’t gag, but you made sure to pay extra attention to the neglected part that you couldn’t fit with your hand. 

Bakugo’s hips stuttered at the vibrations but continued to gently move in your mouth, not having the energy to fuck your throat like he normally does. He groaned, hands playing with your hair as he continued to dirty talk to you, every word uttered going straight to your sloppy pussy. 

“Couldn’t handle it all huh? Fuck, suck that cock, work your tongue too, baby. Ah shit. Fuckin’ sexy.” Bakugo tried his best to tense himself, not wanting to cum so soon but the way your hot mouth flicked and sucked every sensitive spot on his dick or how you tapped the pads of your fingers against his balls had him shaking. 

“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum baby, gonna cum so fucking hard.” 

You hummed once more and met his eyes with a loving stare, signaling you were ready for him to come undone in your mouth, bobbing your head faster to help him finish. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth as your boyfriend let out a final scream-like moan, hips raising to bring you as close as possible to him. 

“S-so good, so fucking good to me. Drivin’ me —mnngh! C-crazy,” Bakugo’s thighs twitched as he tried to calm down from his orgasm, which you made impossible with the sexy sight of you swallowing and licking his thick seed off your lips. 

You brought your face back down to his dick, leaving small kitten licks to clean off the remaining cum despite Bakugo’s protests about being sensitive. You even managed to leave a couple of hickeys and bite marks on the insides of his thighs. Once his breathing evened out and he calmed down, you quickly took one of his sensitive balls into your mouth catching him off guard. 

“Ohh shit! Stop, stop baby wait. Fuck!” He cried, bucking into your mouth despite his words. You let go with a wet loud pop, laughing as you saw his abs tense from the sudden stimulation. 

“Stupid,” he mutters under his breath, grabbing your arms to pull you towards him so he could reward you with a wet kiss. You two stayed there, cuddled up and basking in each other's presence for what seemed like forever. You honestly thought he had fallen asleep with how much the orgasm took out of him in addition to the ungodly hour you woke him up at. Your boyfriend always stuck to a very strict sleep schedule after all. “What’s the occasion huh? That’s one hell of a way to wake up just for nothing.” Bakugo moves to brush the hair out of your eyes, rubbing along your arm with the gentlest of touches. “Nothing in particular, I just wanted it to be about you today,” you replied softly. 

Your boyfriend smirks. “Oh yeah? Mm, I think I want you to prove it,” the blond kisses you once more, pulling at the waistband of your panties to snap it against your hips. “I think ‘m ready now. Fuck me like you mean it.” 

The rasp against your ear sends shivers down your spine, pussy soaked from your previous activities. “Katsuu,” you when he slapped your ass, pushing him down by his chest so you could climb on top of him. “I wanna be on top. I wanna spoil you this time.” 

Bakugo laughed, pulling down your hips so you could grind your pussy over his dick through the thin layer of clothes you had left. “Shit, your soaking baby. You think you can handle me? ‘m all up for it baby go ahead and try.” 

You rolled your eyes at his challenge, always trying to make things into something he could win at, but decided to let it slide. Right now all you wanted was him bruising your cervix. 

Quickly, you discarded your panties and threw them onto the floor leaving that a problem for tomorrow before grabbing your boyfriend’s erect cock and lining him up, tapping his head against your clit. Bakugo watched carefully, not wanting to interrupt your focus as he observed the sight before him. 

“Need help?” He smirked, but you were quick to turn his words against him as you sink down on his dick in one go, cunt more responsive than ever from being ignored so long. Bakugo let out a loud yelp, throwing his head back and reaching to grab your ass so he could slam you down on his cock himself but you slapped his hand away. 

“No, Katsu, just let me take care of you for a bit.”

He let out a loud moan, curing when your pussy clenched him in a vice grip, soaked in your slick fluids onto the point where it dripped down onto his balls. He felt like he was in heaven, velvety walls massaging him with the perfect amount of pressure as your tits bounced every time you sat back down on his cock. 

Bakugo could tell you were really trying, chest moving up and down rapidly as you used all your energy to ride him, moving your hips in circular patterns, even leaning down to kiss his neck every once in a while which had him sighing. He felt like he was in fucking heaven. 

“Look at your cunt fuckin’ swallow me,” he babbles slightly, eyes drooping as he watched you take him over and over again, a little too slow for his liking but he excepts it for now and lets his body relax into the bedsheets. “So fucking tight, made just f’me, huh baby?” 

You moan, hands grasping onto his chest as you lean on him, working yourself up and down his cock feeling right on edge. Ignoring your needs took a toll on you because you were about to cum right as you two started getting to the real fun. 

You slowed down after a while, struggling to keep yourself up. Usually when you were riding Katsuki would grab your hips and control your thrusts but you wanted to top this time, although you were failing miserably. Bakugo was getting impatient quickly, wanting nothing more than to pound you himself. 

“Katsu, so good, feels so good,” you pant, digging your fingernails into his flesh that had him thrusting up into you slightly. You jumped at the feeling, quickly moving your hands down to push at his pelvis and hold him down. “N-No,” you tried to be firm with your words, but they trailed into a moan as Bakugo’s tip reached your g-spot, making your legs tremble and thighs shake.

He finally had enough.

Bakugo grabbed your hips roughly, grouping your doughy ass that you denied him earlier in the process, and held you up just so the tip of his dick was in your twitching cunt. 

“You wanna fucking deny me my fucking pussy?” He groaned, adjusting himself so he could plow you easier while his hands reached up to tilt your chin to him. “Moving a little too slow for my tastes, baby, I think you should let me handle this.” 

Within a second Bakugo was snapping his hips up into you with fast deep thrusts, wet smacks filling the air that had both you and him moaning your heads off. You came easily from the stimulation, pussy clamping down in an attempt to milk his cock. 

“Oh fuck baby! Fuck fuck fuck,” Bakugo repeated those words like a mantra, slamming into you with every breath to the point where he swore he was losing his mind from how well you took him. You cried from the overstimulation, gripping onto him for stability as you let him take you. But he had other plans. 

His hand reached to rub circles on your clit, toying with it like you hadn’t just cum nearly seconds ago. “Ah! ‘Suki stop, too much I can’t take it.” 

He grinned at your words, continuing his abuse of your poor hole and clit. “Aw, but I didn’t get to cum yet baby, wasn’t this about spoiling me? Besides, you wanted to ride me nice and slow, fuckin’ tease. Now you gotta deal with the consequences.” You didn’t realize how much your struggling to take control affected him. 

“Still sensitive babe? Fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, c’mon cum for me, baby. I want you to cum!” 

Your boyfriend grabbed your hips and made you meet his thrusts halfway, making his cock reach deeper inside you and his thrusts more aggressive to push you both over the edge a second time. You cried, tears streaming down your face as your body convulsed and your thighs gave out on you causing you to fall on Bakugo.

It was fucking mesmerizing to him, the way you clamped down on his harder than before, the way your pussy sprayed, the way you shook as you clung on to him from your senses being so sharp, feeling as if even the slightest jolt will bring you back into overstimulation. He swore from just the sight alone he could have cum in his pants, but the pleasure of you milking him for the second time had him going insane, he couldn’t help but cum with you and give in to your sweet cunt, filling you up to the brim. He was already obsessed with your cunt before, but now he swore next time he would drown in your taste till he had you squirting on his lips. 

You two lay there, covered in sweat and you’re cum which had gotten all over your stomach and his chest, panting trying to catch your breath from a very intense session of sex.

“Holy fuck baby,” Bakugo panted, moving his hand to rub your head and make sure you were okay. You were out of it, vision blurry and head dazed so he continued to hold you until you gained back your consciousness. “You okay?” he asked, eyes racking your body for any sign of discomfort. 

“You fucking squirted, never seen you do that before,” he chuckled, kissing your head and rubbing your thighs which had begun to get noticeably red from you riding him.

“Mm, felt so good Katsu, never felt that good before. But ‘m so tired now.” Bakugo smirked at the sound of your voice, watching as you could barely keep your eyes open, in the exact same position he was in before you woke him up to complete bliss. 

“Go ahead and rest, stupid, I’ll clean you up.” And with one last sweet kiss on your lips, you fell out cold. 

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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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lil something

This is FUTURE!! Leonardo, yes he has his arm but in this au he's like a Kraang soldier based on pyramid head! Please forgive me if it was confusing!!

Don't be too weird in the comments.

A Dr. Iplierst Drabble

The garden behind the manor was always lovely this time of year. Spring showers caused the blooming and rejuvenation of the flowers that had temporarily died and retreated during the winter months. Pinks, blues, reds, and all sorts of other hues popped up across the garden, a nice accompaniment to the soft greens and yellows of the vines and grass that began crawling their way back up.

The pathways’ cracks always managed to get weeds in them at the beginning of the season, which was always a pain to deal with. After years of doing it, you tend to just give up and allow nature to do its thing. Dandelions and various wildflowers sprouted out amongst the weeds as well, so it wasn’t too bad in the end. Those sorts of things were inevitable anyway, so might as well let them be.

Despite the fact that The Host could never truly appreciate his surroundings, his narrations the closest thing he had to sight, he still came here to write when the weather was nice. All the noises and smells filled him with a certain sense of inspiration that his library simply couldn’t provide. The smell of the flowers right after the rain had fallen; the sounds of King’s squirrels running along the fence; the sound of his own footsteps hitting the stone path and the occasional puddle; all of this filled him with such joy and hope that he couldn’t help but write.

He didn’t get this opportunity as The Author, yet another thing that separated him from that horrible, demented man. Living in a cabin in the middle of the woods didn’t exactly make for a great time outside in the rain. The area around his home always got muddy and made it hell to walk through if he needed to walk to town for anything. The trees’ leaves always collected water that dripped unpleasantly down the back of his neck and soaked the back of his shirt. Overall it put the already bitter man into a worse mood than he already was.

Here, in this garden, The Host didn’t have to deal with that. The Host could sit there, content as could be as he enjoyed the area with the senses he could appreciate it with. The sound of pencil or pen on paper was somehow even better accompanied by the sounds of water dripping from vines and the chittering of squirrels. It left The Host with a calm mind and relaxed muscles. 

One may think that the garden and its solitude would be just perfect for The Host, which he, at one point, would’ve agreed with. But now that his metaphorical eyes had been opened, he had to admit that the sound of his boyfriend walking over to ‘his’ bench in the garden made him far happier than the rustling leaves did. Occasionally, the clinking of spoons on ceramic came with the footsteps, a sign Dr. Iplier had gotten them both tea. That was perfection to him now: the company of Dr. Iplier in this calming garden.

“The Host turns his head as he hears Edward’s approach, smiling softly as his lover comes to sit next to The Host.” He narrates, a soft smile coming to his face as predicted as Dr. Iplier came close. “The Host inquires about Edward’s day as Edward hands Host his cup of tea.”

Dr. Iplier chuckled gently as he sat beside The Host, handing him the not-to-hot cup of tea over to him. “It was good, shockingly. Henrik and I had the same shift today, so I got to work with him. No patients were lost, so that’s a plus as well. How was yours? Don’t tell me you sat out here all day..” He hummed, leaning his head gently on The Host’s shoulder.

The Host took a sip of his tea, the familiar mix of cinnamon and caramel warming his body. He sighed softly, letting the warmth spread through his chest before he spoke, “The Host will not confirm nor deny Edward’s suspicions.” He said, tone lightly teasing. “Can Edward blame him? The garden is a calming presence to The Host when Edward is off saving lives at the hospital. It’s simply inspiring.”

Dr. Iplier let his eyes roll out of habit, but he couldn’t truly be mad at The Host. He had to agree with him on the calming aura of the area, but he couldn’t agree with the fact The Host probably hadn’t gone inside to even eat or change his bandages. With this thought in mind, he gently reached out and held the hand that wasn’t occupied by the mug. 

“Well, once we’re done with our tea, we should probably head inside. I’ve had a long day, we both need to eat, and I want to get your bandages changed.” He said, knowing that trying to drag The Host inside now was likely not going to happen.

“The Host supposes Edward is right, and he thanks him for allowing the two to sit outside as they drink.” The Host said, allowing his head to rest on top of Dr. Iplier’s. “The Host loves Edward..”

“I love you too, Host..”

chrome-tinted troubles

1k words | no warnings apply | team chaotix week 2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232502

Charmy was sniffling.

Espio wasn't sure he heard it, at first. The first sniffle coincided with the flip of a page of his book–illuminated by a small reading lamp, cradled in his lap in bed. At the next two, he thought perhaps he was just clearing his sinuses. By the fourth sniffle, however, he figured something was wrong.

Soundlessly, Espio crawled out of bed, climbing partway down the wall to examine the small shape of Charmy, bundled in blankets and shaking in his bed.

He was crying.

"Charmy?" Espio whispered. Charmy made a small noise, and Espio watched as he wrapped himself tighter in his blankets. "Charmy, what's wrong?"

"Go 'way," Charmy mumbled, his voice muffled and tiny beneath all the fabric bundled around him.

"Should I get Vector?"

"No," he sniffed again. "Go 'way, Espio."

"Something is troubling you, Charmy. I want to help."

"I dun want help."

Espio dropped soundlessly to the floor, walking over to Charmy’s bedside and looming over the little bee.

“Would you rather talk to me about it?”

“No. Go ‘way.”

Sighing inwardly, Espio grabbed at Charmy’s blankets, and unintentionally began a tug-of-war–Charmy’s tiny hands thrashing desperately to keep himself tucked haphazardly in the material. Espio, of course, was stronger and faster, and he pulled the bee free of his self-imposed cotton prison before he could even put together a coherent complaint.

“Hey!”

“Charmy,” Espio scolded, re-draping the blanket to cover only the bee's shoulders–carefully avoiding smashing his wings. His face was smeared with tears and snot. “You’re going to talk to me, or you’re going to talk to Vector. There’s no way out of it.”

“I’ll do it in the morning,” Charmy grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. Espio pushed it back onto his shoulders.

“No. You’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or, worse, you’ll actually forget.” He pulled a tissue from the nightstand, littered with toys and short children’s books, and dabbed at Charmy’s face. “Now, what’s going on? Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?”

Charmy sniffled. “Dunno.”

“Charmy.”

He grumbled something unintelligible, his cheeks squishing as Espio wiped at the snot around his nose.

“Charmy.”

“I had a bad dream.”

Espio threw the tissue into the garbage can. “Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“About what?”

Charmy looked away, fingers twisting the corner of the blanket. Espio kneeled in front of his bed, his eye contact patient, but pressing.

“...I had a bad dream ‘bout the metal virus,” Charmy mumbled, antennae drooping.

“I see. What happened in your dream, Charmy?”

“Uhm… Well… I was a zombot again, and… ‘N I was with you ‘n Vector…” He took a deep breath. “Espio, do y’still like me?”

Espio blinked slowly, caught off-guard by the question (and, admittedly, still somewhat drowsy from the late-night reading). “Of course I like you. Why would you ask such a thing?”

“Because, because, in my dream… You ‘n Vector said…” Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice shaking. “Y’said I was… Y’said I was dumb, and Vector said I was annoying,” he cried, wiping at his face roughly with the heels of his palms.

“Charmy…” Espio started, frowning. “Charmy, I don’t think that about you. That was just a dream, it’s not real.”

“Y-yeah, but it’s all my fault I got turned into a zombot in the first place, ‘n– ‘N I heard Gemerl say it was my fault Vector got turned into one, too.”

“Absolutely not. You were just trying to do what you thought was right. Anyone would understand.”

“But ‘ts still my fault!” Charmy exclaimed, his tears flowing more freely, overflowing in his little hands and rolling down his forearms. “I shoulda stayed with you ‘n Vector! I shoulda gone on the ship!”

“Charmy…"

“But I didn’t, ‘n then I got turned into a zombot, and then I turned Vector into a zombot, ‘n it’s all my fault! And everyone thinks I’m dumb and annoying and I–”

Charmy’s sentence fell short as a pair of scaled hands wrapped around his own–bringing them off of his face, before wiping at his eyes.

“Don’t say that about yourself, Charmy,” Espio scolded quietly, using his fingers to clean the tears from the bee’s cheeks with a stern expression. “You aren’t annoying. And you certainly aren’t dumb. You were simply unprepared. Everyone was.”

“But I–”

“There’s no ‘buts’ about it. You were very brave, looking out for that person. You did the right thing, just at the wrong time. You have a good heart. Do you know that?” Charmy shrugged. “And I still like you, you know,” Espio finished, smiling softly. “You’re my favorite coworker.”

The bee’s eyes widened. “Not Vector?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispered, laughing. Charmy smiled.

“I think I feel better, now,” the bee whispered back, plopping back down on his bed, and bundling back up in his blankets. “Thanks, Espio.”

“Of course.” Espio got to his feet, and started walking back towards the wall. “Goodnight, Charmy. Sleep well.”

“Wait. Espio?”

He paused. “Yes, Charmy?”

“Will y’give me a hug?”

Espio turned to stare at the little bee for a moment–he looked almost impossibly small wrapped in his blankets, his face still damp with tears, eyes tired and so terribly, heart-wrenchingly sad for his age.

Wordlessly, the chameleon made his way back to the bed, and knelt down in front of it. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around Charmy’s torso; a pair of tiny hands returning the gesture. He felt Charmy’s breaths against his neck, still shaky from the recent crying, felt his little wings flutter behind him lazily.

“Didja mean that, Espio?” Charmy asked suddenly, his voice small.

“I mean everything I say,” Espio replied seriously.

“Yeah, but, when y’said you still like me? Didja really mean it?”

“I did. I like you lots, Charmy Bee. You’re the smartest, bravest, coolest kid I know.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Little hands finally relinquished their grip on him, and Espio pulled back. Charmy’s face was brighter, the sadness somewhat subdued in his eyes. Espio smiled at him.

“I promise,” he said, nodding slowly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know.”

“Goodnight, Charmy.”

Charmy huffed out a deep sigh, burying himself in his blankets, and shutting his eyes.

“Goodnight, Espio.”