#in a tiny beans form

[amimochi]

Hawk x Tim

Love through time | 50s to 80s

[hanniebaeee]

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.

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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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OKAY OKAY OKAY this might seem really simple but i love the simple stuff

spence x reader

spence is just yapping about whatever, the quantum mechanics of coffee beans, as you said in one of your posts i think, and reader just cuts him off by kissing him IN FRONT OF EVERYONE on the jet.. and everyone’s there like.. oh! im imagining he kisses reader like he kissed lila in that pool scene IM FERAL. yes he kisses back.. and then the rest of it’s just garcia being a squeaking happy person and hotch and morgan are like “that’s my boy” but rossi and jj are just gagged

please im like

Reid the Room - S.R

spencer reid has never met a bad time to discuss aviation disasters. and before your survival instincts can stop you, you're kissing him just to make it stop

pairings: spencer reid x reader warnings: gn!reader (correct me if im wrong), secret relationship, pda, mild workplace inappropriateness lol, teasing/banter, spencer reid being spencer reid, mentions of plane crashes! wc: 0.9k

The words don’t just come from Spencer, they pour — fast and inevitable, like water rolling down slick stone, shaping everything in its path. You’ve spent months memorizing the subtleties of it, the tiny furrow between his brows when he’s thinking too hard, his fingers twitching mid-sentence, like even his body can’t quite keep pace with his brilliance.

He becomes more animated when he’s passionate. It should be illegal, you think, for someone to be this smart and this pretty at once. If the team ever noticed how intently you watched him, they’d know. They’d know everything. 

“— the likelihood of a plane crash is about one in 11 million, but what’s really fascinating is that 95.7% of people actually survive crashes, assuming they’re seated within the five rows of an emergency exit. Though, of course, the probability of surviving depends on factors like impact angle and —”

Morgan leans forward, bracing an arm against his knee, eyes locked on Spencer with the patience of a man debating the ethics of shutting someone up by violent force.“Hey, man, you ever hear of a bad time? We are currently on a plane. Read the room.”

For once, you don’t leap to his defense. No well-timed he’s just trying to educate us, Morgan, or an indulgent I think it’s interesting thrown in to buffer the onslaught. 

Instead, you glance at him, eyebrows lifting into something dangerously close to betrayal. Because, yeah. This might actually be one of those times. One of the Morgan is completely justified in wanting to tape Spencer’s mouth shut for the next four hours.

“I have heard of a bad time, but the concept is largely subjective. What you’re experiencing is cognitive bias, your brain associating this discussion with immediate danger because of proximity. In reality, the likelihood of a crash remains the same whether I mention it or not, so from a purely logical standpoint, this is no worse a time than any other.”

Morgan drags a hand down his face.

“...In fact, not talking about it could be considered the real danger. Avoidance leads to complacency, and complacency leads to fatal mistakes. Did you know that the most survivable crash positions involve bracing at a 60-degree angle? Although, of course, survivability depends largely on the structural integrity of the fuselage upon impact, and in cases of explosive decompression —”

It happens before you can think about — before the gnawing, frantic need to make him stop talking about plane crashes while you are actively inside one overrides all rational thought.

You turn, grab Spencer’s collar, and yank him in, your own common sense careening into a tailspin somewhere at 30,000 feet.

The moment your lips collide, Spencer’s entire body goes rigid, frozen mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-existence. His mouth is still forming a syllable that dies in a half-swallowed exhale against your tongue. His hands, previously conducting an invisible orchestra of statistical doom, trap in mid-air like he forgot what hands are.

But he catches up fast. One second he’s buffering and the next his fingers twitch — once, twice — and then lock onto your waist like he’s just decided physics no longer applies and you need to be closer. It starts semi-tentatively, inhaling against your lips, breath uneven, before he presses deeper. A lit match dropped straight into gasoline.

You pull back, breath coming fast, Spencer still leaning in like he isn’t done yet. “Anyway. What were you saying?”

Spencer stares, lips parted, pupils blown wide. For a second, he seems to genuinely try to answer, searching his mind for whatever deeply important fact he was so adamant about a minute ago. “...I don’t remember.”

The jet is quiet — too quiet — and that’s when it hits you. 

You kissed Spencer. In front of everyone.

Something cold and hot spreads through you, and suddenly, your limbs don’t seem to be operating under your jurisdiction anymore. Do something. Anything. Breathe. Blink. Move. But nope, your brain is still buffering, and Spencer – dear, sweet Spencer — looks just as dazed, which means absolutely no one is saving you from this.

You could just… not turn around. Avoid whatever is waiting for you. Live the rest of your life facing forward like a malfunctioning animatronic. But the weight of twelve pairs of eyes boring into your back is impossible to ignore.

So, with all the grace of a person walking into their own execution, you turn.

Garcia has both hands glued to her mouth, body vibrating like she’s one second away from either screeching at a frequency only dogs can hear or launching herself into the air like a bottle rocket. Her eyes are huge, pupils dilated. JJ, meanwhile, is just staring. Frozen, lips parting as if she wants to say something but has no idea where to start.

And then there’s Hotch.

You swallow hard as you meet his gaze, expecting some level of seriousness, some stern professional acknowledgment of the wildly inappropriate display that just took place — but instead, he just exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose like a man who is simply too tired for this.

And then, breaking the tension with the ease of a wrecking ball, Morgan lets out a low, satisfied chuckle. “Damn. I knew there was something going on, but damn.”

After the initial shock wore off — and after Garcia had texted Emily a summary in all caps, Morgan had called you both a lost cause, and Rossi had actually applauded — things mostly went back to normal. Mostly. Except now Spencer absolutely knew what he was doing.

And later that night, as you sat beside Spencer on the couch, he turned to you, utterly serious, and murmured, “You know, in the U.S., the majority of residential break-ins occur between 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. —” 

You groaned, yanked him in, and cut him off the same way you had earlier. He made a very pleased noise.

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NESTOR JUST RNG'D ME A KITTEN NAMED SERAPHIM?!?!

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First Kisses With the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your first kiss with the Hashira be like? {I did not include Muichiro even though this was mainly fluff} warnings: kisses! so many kisses! A little suggestive in some parts, but only if you squint, very wholesome and fluffy!

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei is super tall, so you practically had to – with red cheeks – ask him to bend down so you could kiss him

When you managed to place your lips on his Gyomei was pleased to find how gentle you were

Gyomei found himself selfishly thinking for once

He lifts you onto the table, trapping you with a muscled arm on either side of your thighs. He groans as your lips work against his. Gyomei might not be able to see, but he could feel right where you wanted him to be. He was leaning over you, his massive back completely obscuring you from view. “You are making me break concentration.” He finally mutters out, his eyes squeezed shut. “You are dangerous YN,” He pauses, opening up his glazed white eyes to meet yours. He knew exactly where you were even without sight. “The way my heart beats in my chest for you… is dangerous.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen thinks you’re joking at first, clapping you on the back like one of his pals with a loud guffaw while you both sit at a table.

He realizes he's made a grave mistake only after your bottom lip starts to tremble.

Your cheeks are flushed and tears are running down your face.

Tengen leans into your eyesight, an apologetic grin making his face scrunch hilariously. You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh. “There’s my girl,” Tengen’s grin widens, then after a small beat, his brows furrow. “Are you sure?” He’s asking you so gently and in a way like he’s unsure of himself. You nod and that’s all the conformation Uzui needs before he’s cupping your face, guiding your mouths together in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. His face twitches with emotion when you part, a small gasp escaping your lips as you peer into his conflicted magenta eyes. Did he not enjoy it? “I think my wife count just went up,” He states with all the seriousness in the world present on his face. You burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.

“You do not mean that!” You giggle, but he shakes his head and rolls his lips into his mouth. He hums, looking at you with possessive intent. 

“No, I do.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi had just finished a mission, dragging himself through the gates of his main mansion. 

When he sees you, in a tiny lilac-colored apron his brain nearly short-circuits. 

You were so cute – too cute in fact – it was going to kill him one day. 

You shyly presented him with a batch of fresh red bean mochi, twiddling your thumbs as he gawked at the ensemble. 

Sanemi sets the plate down, walking toward you until your back is flush against a wall. You nervously glance around, trying to decipher if this was going to be the last thing you ever saw. “Thank you,” His voice is gruff, but his face floods with a deep pink color. He’s covering his face with the back of his arm and you suddenly wish this was the last thing you’d ever see. 

You can’t help yourself as you slowly reach out to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a sweet kiss. He licks at your lips and a smile forms against your mouth. “You taste like red bean mochi,” He smirks. 

“You took a while.”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai was somewhat preoccupied with training as you yelled out his name

He came running up next to you, his head tilted in question as to what you wanted

You quickly peck Obanai on the area of his mask where his mouth should be, stumbling back in amazement that you went through with it. Obanai is equally as shocked, his brows raised and his body stiff. You’re about to turn and leave when he catches your wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” He tuts, yanking you back into his arms. “I think you forgot something.” He pulls down the top edge of his mask until his lips and a bit of his scars are revealed. You revel in how beautiful this man is as he leans down to kiss you deeply. 

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu was reading a book with adept concentration. You were slightly annoyed by the fact you came all the way here just to be ignored by this man.

So you crawl over his lap, grab the edge of the book, push it down, and lean over to kiss him

When you break away from this kiss Giyuu’s face is a stark contrast to the once pale skin. His deep blue eyes are wide, lips parted as a trail of spit still connects your mouth to his. He sets his book down – the thought of reading lost to the thought of doing that again with you. His fingertips gingerly touch the skin of his lips once, like he believes it to be a figment of his imagination. “Can we… can we do that again?” He asks, excitedly leaning toward you. 

You roll your eyes and laugh, pushing at his face. “Oh so now you want to pay attention to me?”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro is all over the place

He’s the one that first leans into you with too much force, bonking your foreheads together

He’s nervous, excited, and in love. To you that’s all that mattered

Kyojuro rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavier than usual. “YN, can I kiss you again?” He pleads, yearning to make the first kissing experience the two of you share as perfect as possible. You laugh brightly, pecking both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before nodding your head. Kyojuro couldn’t think about anything else except how lucky he must be to have you in his life. He slowly brings his lips to yours, pressing into you ever so slowly as to not rush like last time. It’s a fiery hot kiss only seconds after the tantalizing brush of his lips. 

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri didn’t know how to react when you explained that kissing her was something you’d enjoy

She thought you were stunning, prettier than here even – which you had to shut down right away

Mitsuri hadn’t given much thought to acting on her attraction to you, but just hearing you utter the words made her whole mind swim

She’s going into one of her overthinking episodes, squealing about how you shouldn’t kiss her because then she’d want to hold your hand and go on dates with you and-

You grab the sides of her face, bringing your lips to hers. The kiss is mildly awkward at first because Mitsuri is too stunned to move, but once she melts into your embrace and your bodies move in tandem, it turns into something beautiful. Her lips are soft and remind you of eating a strawberry. You’re the one to part ways first, leaving her breathless as she maintains eye contact with your lips. “I think I’d like to do that again…” She blurts. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu was tactful and precise about when you two would bump into each other

She planned the perfect time to finally ask you to share in some intimacy with her

So when you popped up at the Butterfly Mansion battered from a training session, you could say you threw more than a wrench in her plans

Shinobu’s bright eyes widen when she sees you limping inside the infirmary. “Y-YN?” She assesses the situation, rushing to gather material to dress your bruises. You don’t have to say much before she’s rubbing salve into your shoulders and down your back. Her hands and cold, but they feel wonderful as she works the sap into your muscles. “What did you get yourself into?” She grunts from behind. You chuckle softly, wincing at the ache spreading across your stomach. You don’t know what takes over your mind, but you lean back into Shinobu. She’s surprised but adjusts to hold you regardless. “What am I going to do with you?” She sighs.

“Put me out of my misery?” You suggest, earning a jab from her into your sore ribcage. You groan but then a sly smirk works its way onto your lips. “I think for being such a good patient I deserve a reward.” You tease. What you don’t expect is Shinobu to purse her lips and while her cheeks fade to a pink she leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Is that good enough?” She huffs, glancing away. 

“I’m not sure, I was kind of hoping for some mochi,” You giggle. Shinobu glares at you. “On second thought, it appears there would be nothing sweeter than another few thousand kisses from you…” That’s all it takes for Shinobu’s lips to be back on yours. A sweet, simple, and lovely kiss. If it weren’t for the way she worked the salve into your muscles, you might’ve mistaken her kisses to be what healed you the next day.  

[revelboo]

Oooo are we sharing pets? Here's my baby!

Aww! Such a tiny bean!

Cuddles

Waspinator

• “Personal space,” you groan, not even bothering to lift your head as the mattress dips slightly. The whole thing’s already at an angle, one leg on the bottom stubbornly refusing to collapse under his weight so you feel like you’re constantly at risk of sliding off. Squinting when he tugs at your blankets, you sigh. Why is your bug husband in his horrible, giant wasp form? And why does he have your blanket in his mandibles? Groaning louder when he hooks two legs around you to pin you to himself while he shifts the blanket around and digs at the mattress with two other limbs, like a dog. “Why?”

• Spinning slowly as he fixes your blankets and pillows into a suitable nest, he vents at your tired protests before finally dropping you and then quickly folding his limbs under himself so his head comes down on your belly and hips to pin you and keep you from rolling and running away. “Comfy,” he buzzes using your word.

• Ugh, his creepy, little wasp face. And he scoots up a little higher, keeping most of his weight off of you, but his giant optics and mandibles are now right there in your face. Know that if you just bluntly tell him that his buggy face is freaky he’ll start making that broken, keening wail of noise that leaves you feeling like a jerk while he whines that ‘little mate hates Waspinator face?’ How is this your life? “You’re heavy.”

• “Comfy. Warm,” he counters, mandibles spreading slightly in a very subtle threat to chew on your hair and you immediately lay a hand on his helm to stop him, playing with his antenna to make him relax and buzz happily at the attention. Wings stretching lazily, he ignores your muttering about personal space. Your space is his space, after all.

• It’s not slipped you that anytime he wants his antenna touched or petted, he tries to chew on your hair. Your big puppy capable of scheming to get what he wants despite being, well, not the smartest. The frustrating part is that you can’t tell how much of his behavior is him being legitimately dumb versus acting that way. Because it’s occurred you that it might be an act if he’s decided people are less likely to hurt him if he’s dumb and no threat. But you’re pretty sure if you just ask, he’ll stare at you like there are no thoughts whatsoever in that bug head of his.

[minniesfiles]

BLOOM WITH YOU | month 2

❧ PAIRING; wonwoo x reader

❧ GENRE; angst, fluff, light smut

❧ WARNINGS; none

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1k

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▍16 FEBRUARY 2026

“Stop! That tickles!” you giggled. You squirmed slightly as you stood in the soft morning light with your shirt bunched up beneath your chest and belly exposed to the cool air.

Wonwoo was kneeling in front of you with a pink sharpie in his hand. He looked determined, but also mildly frustrated, as he stared at his latest attempt at drawing a heart shape around your navel. Your belly was still small but no longer entirely flat,

“Babe,” he groaned. He sat back on his heels with the sharpie still uncapped in one hand while the other rubbed at his temple. “Just stay still for one second. I need this heart to be perfect or it won’t look good in the pictures.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully crossed your arms over your chest. “You’ve already drawn four crooked ones. I think the baby will forgive you if it’s not Instagram-worthy.”

Your husband looked up at you with that soft grin that always managed to melt your irritation. “This is for our baby’s album, not social media. I want them to see everything and how much we loved them before they even arrived.”

Something about that simple statement made your breath catch. Even after all the years together, all the heartbreak and the six losses you never fully healed from, Wonwoo still had the ability to see hope. And to believe in it.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to your belly, right over the half-formed heart, and whispered something you couldn’t quite hear. You felt the warmth of his breath and the soft scratch of his stubble. But most of all, you felt the gravity of his love.

You were ten weeks along. The bump wasn’t obvious yet. If anything, you just looked like you had a heavy meal. But Wonwoo noticed everything. The slight curve of your abdomen. The way your hand would sometimes drift to rest there without thinking. The tiredness in your eyes in the evenings, and the small shifts in your appetite. To him, those little changes were signs of life. It was proof that the tiny bean growing inside you was still holding on.

And so, every week since the hospital talk, he had been documenting everything. He turned your hallway into a makeshift studio, with white backdrop, fairy lights, even a ring light he ordered online “just to get the right glow.”

His camera, which he would often use for moody cityscapes and random low-light portraits, now clicked infinite pictures of you. Either laughing, crying, or eating pickles and peanut butter at midnight. But his favourite was when you’d nap with your head on his shoulder while he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

It had started as a simple idea: a photo every week, just to track the journey. But it quickly turned into a full-on project. Wonwoo was capturing memories. Moments. Little evidence of the love you already carried for someone you hadn’t even met yet.

“Turn a little this way,” he instructed, clicking his tongue as he looked through the viewfinder. “Okay, now place your hands under the bump — yes, like that. Perfect.”

You posed. But at the same time you tried not to laugh at how serious he looked, crouched like a professional photographer with a camera strap dangling from his neck. Like the professional he was, he moved with quiet precision as he snapped photo after photo, then stepping forward to adjust your hair or reposition the lighting with gentle hands.

The room was filled with nothing but shutter clicks and your soft laughter.

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Later when the mini photo-shoot was over, Wonwoo sat with you on the sofa. Your legs were stretched out over his lap while he edited all the photos he shot. The photos were beautiful. Natural and radiant. You simply looked so happy. Soft and full of a glow you didn’t realised you were carrying.

“See? This is what I want our baby to see.” Wonwoo showed you one photo in particular. It was a candid moment where you were looking down at your belly as you faintly smiled with a hand resting protectively over it.

“I want them to know how deeply they were wanted.”

You pressed your face into his shoulder to hide the sudden wave of emotion. “I’m scared to want this too much,” you admitted. Wonwoo didn’t respond immediately. He just kept stroking your arm gently, his fingers finding their familiar rhythm against your skin.

“We can be scared. That’s okay. But let’s still hope anyway” he finally said.

It was easier said than done.

Every time you dared to hope, every time you picked out names, imagined nursery colours, imagined what your baby would look like with your nose or his eyes — it always ended up with you lying within the four hospital walls.

But this time was different — or so Dr. Jung insisted.

The frequent checkups helped. Every week, she ran another ultrasound, checked your hormone levels, and adjusted medications. There were more tubes and blood draws than you wanted to count, and more nights lying awake wondering if every cramp or twinge was a sign of another loss.

But each visit so far had ended with the same sound: a stable, tiny heartbeat. The baby was holding on.

Dr. Jung was cautiously optimistic. With the added progesterone and hormone therapy, your body was supporting the embryo better than ever before. And with constant surveillance, she said she could catch the earliest signs of complication.

You remembered her words clearly: “We’re not waiting for something to go wrong. We’re staying ahead of it this time.”

It helped having her in your corner. She said the embryo had implanted in a healthy area. Your uterus was responding well to the hormones. Your blood flow was better than expected. The baby had a good chance — better than any of your previous pregnancies.

Still, the fear lingered. It always did.

You remember one night, when Wonwoo was already asleep, where you sat up in bed, hand resting lightly on your stomach. The room was dark, save for the glow of the moon through the window. “Please stay. Just this once…stay” you’d whisper softly.

The next morning, you found a small sticky note taped to the bathroom mirror in Wonwoo’s familiar handwriting.

▏We already love you more than life. Stay with us, little one.”

He never asked if you read it. He didn’t have to.

a/n; short but sweet :)

[bewitched-hours]

Hiii can I ask for a 007n7 or 1x or any other character you wanna add as cats/beans? Reader adopted/saved them as strays and until now they didn't know that they can transform to their robloxian/human form? Reader was suspicious of how intelligent they are, because they actually do understand what reader's saying. I want fluff of them cuddling, and maybe finding out that they're not just pets lol x) [ignore this but since i have a cat sometimes i don't bother kicking them off my room when i need to change or i do something stupid like singing alone... reader probably does the same 😭] take your time, no pressure on doing my req :D

yes yes yes YES- 'scuse me- Yes- (I love this and I get it, I do the same but it's my brother who has cats, not me sadly) Don't mind me using them both and adding our baby CK into the mix-

Reader's getting She/Her!

You've been down in the dumps for a while.

You've finally cut off some toxic family and got yourself into therapy, something you've been working so hard on doing.

But you still felt guilt and shame.

Your therapist said that it was natural so you did your best to keep them out of your life...

Until one rainy day when you were rushing home from a therapy session.

It was especially stormy and your raincoat had trouble keeping you dry.

But something stopped you as you ran past an alleyway.

A small meowing. From a kitten.

You halted all motions in your body and went back to investigate, your heart not being able to let you go on without at least trying to help.

And there they were. Two cats and a tiny kitten that seemed hurt.

One of the older ones was all green and looked grumpy while the other had a strange blue pattern on it. But the kitten was completely red...

You assumed the older two must've been painted with some weird water-resistant paint while the kitten could still pass as a ginger cat.

Maybe the red colouring would lessen as it grew...

Regardless, you spared no time rushing in to take a look at the kitten. The older two seemed mostly unbothered but the blue one was a bit hesitant to let you inspect the kittens hurt leg.

Not like you could blame it. You assumed it was the parent to the little one and muttered apology after apology as you hesitantly picked up the older two first and held them on one arm before carrying the kitten on your other and making your way to a vet you knew personally.

The green cat just hissed a little but didn't make too much of a fuss as you entered your friend's clinic and checked in.

You had requested to see your friend specifically and he was surprisingly available so you were led directly into the first available room to wait for him.

You noticed one of the cats being quick to comfort the kitten as it mewed in pain, breaking your heart all over again while the green one kind of attempted to swat at you. A bit annoying but you were willing to overlook it.

"[Reader]? What brings you in today?" Your friend greeted you curiously before seeing the cats. "Oh! Poor things..."

"Yeah, found them in an alleyway on the way home and came here immediately... I can tell the kitten has a broken leg but I don't want to separate them unless absolutely necessary..." You sighed, noticing the kitten quieting down as you spoke. It was a little funny.

Like it understood you were trying to help...

"Well, there won't be a way around it but I'll get an x-ray done first to see what exactly we're dealing with. Do you want me to check the other two as well?" Your friend pointed at the older cats, who were now both looking at you and it made you think.

"You know what? Sure. I technically have the money to care for them and my brother probably still has some old stuff I can use until I can get them better playthings and such." You sighed, noticing how the blue cat seemed to relax a bit at your words while the green one nodded??

Again, you shrugged it off. Cats are supposed to be pretty intelligent so they probably recognized something about you or whatever...

It took about two hours for them all to get checked, with the green one being... Especially difficult...

But in the end, your friend gifted you two carrier boxes for the cats and told you to just come in the next day for the kitten.

You thanked him and went straight home afterwards, letting the carriers down on the ground and leaving them open for your new 'roommates' to get used to your apartment.

"What did I get myself into...?" You groaned slightly, taking out your phone to call your brother as you went off to prepare a bath for your new cats.

"Hey, so I may have picked up some cats and now they're living with me..." "I know, I know! But I didn't want them to be strays again and I'm worried what kind of people might pick them up- One of them had a kitten, for crying out loud!" "Yeah, I know... Is there any way I can have the old stuff from your cats to keep them entertained until I can get new stuff? I'll even pay you." "Wait- You'd do that?! You're the best!" "Okay~ Love you~"

You hung up with a satisfied sigh, noticing the water in the bathroom stopped running.

But when you went in, you just saw the cats both sitting on the edge of the tub and staring at you expectedly. You could only stare back, impressed that they knew how to stop the faucet.

With a chuckle, you went to give them both some gentle scratches between the ears, which they seemed to like. "You're much smarter than I thought... I'll have to ask my brother later how smart his two were so I can potentially brag about you two already knowing how to stop the faucet in the bathtub." You made sure to check the water temperature and carefully lifted them into the tub, nervously awaiting for them to put up a fight despite the water not even reaching past their legs.

But they didn't. They just stared at you. It was almost even more impressive as you went on to simply bathe them, apologizing for every mistake you made and actually feeling grateful that you managed to do it without that many scratch marks on you...

You were done just in time for your brother's arrival and left your new cats to continue drying off while you helped your brother get everything into your apartment.

"Thanks again!" You said as he left and you noticed the two cats immediately investigating all the new stuff with an amused grin on your face. They were growing on you rather quickly.

And the next day, you left them at home since you were only getting back the kitten and realized you'd now have to name them... Or maybe...

"Alright, maybe I'm crazy or this is the smartest I've ever been!" You declared as you set up a large keyboard in your living room that was connected to your TV. "Maybe this'll also allow me to test how smart you two are..." You muttered, stepping back and watching them explore.

The blue one kept glancing over at you, you assumed it was because you were keeping the kitten on your lap as it purred from your gentle scratches. It was simply too adorable to handle...

You let them walk over the keyboard as they pleased, watching them type until they gave you a stare that told you they were done and you sighed at what they wrote. "I guess I should've expected this from cats... But it's your names now..." You inspected the names and noticed they managed to colour the names in their respective colours.

"Hold on- How- I didn't-" You stammered, shocked but otherwise just going with it.

Within minutes were you on the phone to order some nametags for them all and awkwardly explained that their names weren't- in fact- a mistake.

"Welp... I guess I can try to call you all by nicknames and hope you understand me..." You sighed, looking back to see the cats still staring at you which made you freeze up for a moment.

It took a couple days ultimately but the nametags fit perfectly on some color-coded vests you got for them all.

C00lkidd was too small for one so he got away with a simple collar.

But you didn't want them to wear those all the time. Just when you had to be out and about to avoid any trouble.

Regardless, it was adorable how much they've come to trust you over time... Even napping on you or insisting on simply eating at the table with you- funny enough.

They weren't even interested in your food, spare for CK, but they were fully content just eating from their bowls at the table. It was strange but it became routine.

And you knew how important routines were for cats.

Hell, you've even started talking to them like they were roommates instead of just some cats you picked up and got emotionally attached to.

Sometimes they answered you with tiny little meows and it was the cutest thing, like they actually understood what you were saying and were trying to reply.

And c00lkidd even took a liking to climbing... Especially on you... And especially when you just got done making food...

Yup, that was definitely cat behaviour but it was funny so you didn't bother to correct it. Plus, how're you gonna say no to a kitten?!

You did notice that sometimes they straight up leave the room when you needed to change but you blamed that on cats being dramatic and comedic effect. Maybe you just smelled and they got irritated or whatever... You expected them to leave when an irritating smell intensified.

What you didn't expect, was when you came home early one evening and saw some kid trying to reach the higher cabinets in your kitchen.

You both just stared at each other nervously. Frozen. For the longest time...

"Please don't be mad-" He meekly asked, making you snap back to reality and facepalm with a deep breath. This was a child, there is no need to freak out unnecessarily...

"Alright, who are you and how did you get in...?" You asked with exhaustion practically written on your face.

"It's me, C00lkidd!" You stopped al movement again to look at him in shock and disbelief... At least until he turned back into the adorable kitten you had known.

You took a couple of seconds to process this, wondering if you were hallucinating.

So, you quickly went to the bathroom and splashed your face with some cold water, only to exit and see c00lkidd back in his robloxian form.

"Oh.. My... Stars..." You muttered, before looking to the living room just in time to see your other two cats also turn into full on men...

Suddenly you had a LOT to process...

It took them all explaining it to you and helping you come to terms but you all agreed to just continue on.

You accepted that C00lkidd saw you as another parent, it was even sweet.

You accepted that 007 and 1x- even through their differences- both cared for you and were ready to help if you were ready to let them keep their comfortable lifestyles.

All was well... Wasn't it...?

I definitely wanna make this a series now- oh god-

You can tell how much I enjoyed writing this-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[orellazalonia]

Stray Magic

Summary: After your last incident of being cursed into a cat, you now stumble, quite literally, across the ability to shift into a feline form whenever you want. A lot of benefits and amusing situations have resulted from your newfound ability. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: A continuation of the original sorta with more cat shenanigans. Might turn it into a series. Happy reading!!!

Main Masterlist | Shapeshifting Shenanigans Masterlist

You swore you'd never touch another cursed artifact. You swore. But then Wanda said she needed help organizing the weird magical storeroom under the compound, and someone (you) tripped over an ancient feline statue with glowing gemstone eyes and an inscription that translated roughly to: "Blessing of the Dual Form."

Sure, it sounded cool.

Until ten minutes later, when your body shrank, your vision sharpened, and your very human yelp turned into a confused meow.

Bucky found you pawing at your clothes in a confused heap on the floor of the kitchen. Again.

“No. Nope. I am not doing another week of this,” He groaned.

You squeaked indignantly and padded over, tapping his boot with one paw.

“What, is this your thing now?” He asked, looking down. “You just… turn into a cat whenever you're bored?”

You nodded dramatically, then sneezed. Cat noses were weird.

It took three hours, a call to Wong, and a consultation with Strange to figure out the truth: the statue had permanently bonded to your soul. You now had the ability to shift into a cat whenever you wanted. No time limit. No cooldown that they were aware of. Just poof. Cat.

Bucky looked like he was going to short-circuit. “So what, you’re like a superhero shapeshifter now? Are you gonna be on missions like this? What’s the strategy? Distract the enemy with your toe beans?”

You gave him a deadpan stare before jumping onto the table and promptly curling up on a warm pizza box like it was your throne.

“You are going to abuse this, aren’t you?” He muttered.

You chirped.

The next following days, you started turning into a cat for the dumbest reasons:

Didn’t want to have a conversation? Cat. Someone asked you to do dishes? Cat. Avoiding a training session? Instant cat. Wanted to nap in a sunny spot on the windowsill with zero responsibilities? Meow.

The first time Bucky caught you turning mid-sentence just to avoid answering a question, he stared in disbelief as a smug little feline face stared up at him.

“Oh, no. You don’t get to cat your way out of everything.”

You blinked slowly, purring just to mess with him.

Later, he found you curled up in his bed, in his hoodie, making biscuits like you owned the place.

“I don’t know if I should be concerned or impressed,” He mumbled, watching you knead the pillow with your tiny murder mittens.

Eventually, you started using your powers for good. Sort of.

You helped sneak into tight spaces on stealth missions. You distracted bad guys by running across their feet in a blur of fluff and chaos. You even learned how to meow loudly enough to trip motion sensors on command. It was kind of amazing.

But you also definitely turned into a cat during a briefing just to curl in Bucky’s lap and nap through the whole thing. He pretended to be annoyed, but everyone saw how he started bringing an extra hoodie just to drape over you like a blanket.

“You’re lucky I like cats,” He mumbled, scratching behind your ears during a debrief.

You stretched, tail flicking, then headbutted his hand with practiced affection.

"You're even worse than when you were human," He added.

You meowed innocently.

He rolled his eyes but didn't stop petting you.

When you weren’t going on missions or avoiding unwanted situations, you got bored. Extremely. So, you got into some mischief.

You weren’t trying to prank anyone.

Okay. That was a lie. You were absolutely trying to prank everyone. Your new cat powers were just too convenient to resist.

Your first target was Sam.

He left his lunch unattended for five seconds. Rookie move. You slipped into cat form, trotted over, and started dragging a chicken tender off the plate with all the confidence of a thief in the night.

Sam walked in right as you jumped down from the counter with your prize.

“Hey- HEY! Get back here, you tiny demon!”

You zoomed out of the kitchen with the tender in your mouth, tail high like a flag of victory. Sam chased you halfway across the compound before Bucky stopped him.

“Let it go,” Bucky said without looking up from his book. “She does this now.”

Sam glared. “You enable this.”

Bucky shrugged. “She has powers. We adapt.”

Your second target was Tony. He had been boasting that no living creature could break into his lab.

You took that as challenge.

You slipped in through the vents, turned into a cat mid-air, and landed with the silent grace of a furry ninja. Ten minutes later, Tony walked in to find a cat wearing one of his Arc Reactor cores like a glittery collar and a sticky note on his desk that read:

"Your security sucks. - Cat burglar :3”

Tony stared. Then he rolled his eyes and started slow-clapping before promptly kicking you out, muttering something along the lines of “I hate that I’m impressed.”

Your third target was Steve. Honestly, there wasn’t much you had to do for him.

You waited until he was giving a serious, very Captain America-style speech to a group of new recruits in the training room.

You padded in, tail swaying, and flopped dramatically onto the mat in front of him.

Steve tried to continue, but you rolled onto your back and made a dramatic mrrrow.

One of the recruits burst out laughing. Steve paused, looked down, and sighed.

“You done?”

You yawned, stood up, and trotted off like nothing happened. Steve looked over at Bucky, who was leaning against the wall, clearly fighting a grin.

“This is your fault,” Steve said.

Bucky just raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the one who gave her magic powers.”

-

A week later, you were with the team on a stealth recon mission infiltrating a hidden Hydra base. Everything was going smoothly until it wasn’t. The ventilation system collapsed during your approach, sealing the entrance tunnel. Tony and Sam were on the other side, and the only path forward was a narrow vent shaft no human could fit through.

Everyone looked at you. You looked at the vent.

Then you sighed and shifted into your cat form.

You squeezed through like butter, tail flicking as you navigated a maze of cold metal and darkness. You dropped into a server room, located the control panel, and with some very creative paw-smashing, unlocked the emergency override.

Back outside, the sealed doors hissed open. Bucky walked in just as you leapt from the vent and landed in his arms like a smug little hero.

The others stared.

“She just… did that,” Sam said. “She cat-ninja’d the mission.”

You chirped proudly in Bucky’s arms.

Steve looked mildly bewildered, but nodded. “Good work, team. And… cat.”

Bucky scratched behind your ears.

“You know,” He murmured, “if you weren’t so annoying, I’d actually be impressed.”

You headbutted his chin and purred like a lawnmower.

“Yeah, yeah. You win.”

-

While your powers were good for pranking others and missions, you were not supposed to turn into a cat in public.

That was rule number one. The most important rule. The rule you insisted you could totally follow when Bucky warned you, “One slip, and someone’s gonna try to adopt you.”

But the city was loud, it was hot, someone stepped on your foot, and the moment of panic hit, poof: cat mode. You’d slinked under a bench to hide and tried to shift back… only to realize something was off. Maybe it was stress, maybe magic hated you, but either way you were stuck.

And then a kind old woman spotted you.

“Oh, you poor thing!” She gasped, scooping you up before you could bolt. “Where’s your owner?”

You tried to meow in protest, but she tucked you into her tote bag like a smuggled muffin and carried you away.

Bucky, meanwhile, had only stepped into the café for two minutes. He came back out with your coffee and you were gone.

He stared at the empty spot on the bench. Then at the faint pile of your discarded hoodie behind it. Then at the tiny tuft of fur stuck to the sleeve.

“Oh, come on.”

Thirty minutes later, you sat in a glass enclosure at a pet store. A pet store. On display.

Your ears twitched as a child tapped on the glass. The name on the little card outside your enclosure?

"Peanut. Age: 2. Found near 5th and Main. Very fluffy. A little grumpy."

Grumpy?! You were raging. You’d tried to escape twice, but the staff were unnervingly good at cat-wrangling.

A bell jingled near the entrance. You sat up immediately. Then, like a vision, there he was.

Bucky Barnes. Leather jacket, metal arm, and classic murder expression on his face. He scanned the store, locked eyes with you, and mouthed, What the hell?

You pawed at the glass frantically. Rescue was at hand.

He took a quick breath as if to mentally prepare himself for the absurdity of the situation before stalking up to the counter. “I need to… buy that cat.”

The cashier blinked. “Oh, Peanut? She’s very popular today. Already has two applications in-“

Bucky slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the counter. “Now she has one.”

They stared. “Sir, we don’t really-“

Another fifty. “I’m adopting her. Today.”

The cashier finally relented. “Do you… want a carrier or..-“

“No.”

Five minutes later, you were tucked under Bucky’s arm like a furry football as he power-walked down the block, muttering.

“You promised me you’d stop turning into a cat in public. And what happens? You disappear for half an hour and suddenly I’m buying you back from a place with chew toys and squeaky mice.”

You meowed apologetically.

He stopped and looked down at you. A grin appeared on his expression accompanying a smug tone. “You were so close to getting adopted by a five-year-old. You’d have had a glitter collar and a stroller.”

You shuddered at the mental image.

When you finally shifted back behind an alley dumpster (and yes, it was a little gross), you stood there sheepishly, putting on the oversized hoodie and extra clothes he brought.

When you finished, he turned back and handed you the iced coffee he’d carried the whole way.

“You,” He said, “are never living this down.”

“…Thanks for buying me back.”

He smirked. “You’re lucky I didn’t leave you in the window. You looked adorable in that little hammock.”

You groaned.

He added, “Peanut.”

You chased him down the sidewalk swearing vengeance.

[galacticghoste]

Love me tiny lil bean so I played around with the lightning and shadows again

My fav is her lil ball form hehe

Shes mad at Maroon he over pat her head

She will bite

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The needle of love

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

warning : fluff, tiny comfort, mutual feelings, piercing, this one-shot was written before the release of the film characters may differ from the final result

Summary : Her eyes have always been glued to the tattoo and piercing shop, always looking through the window and admiring the decor but especially the staff inside. Taking the courage and money in her hand she finally goes in and asks for a piercing...and maybe feelings.

info : After watching the trailer and the first and now the second trailer I knew I had to write for Erik. Have fun with the cute artist ;)

masterlist

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There wasn't too much to do in the small town, of course there were the cafes with their quiet atmosphere, a few restaurants from cheap to expensive and so many other shops.

None of them were as outstanding as the only piercing and tattoo shop in town, big glass windows that offered a glimpse into this other, darker and rougher world.

A shop frequented either by one-off customers for earring piercings, people in midlife crisis for tattoos or the employee's family.

Then there was herself, she walked past the shop every day after work in the coffee shop and always stopped for a moment, knowing the inside by heart by now.

But she had never dared to go in herself - not because she didn't want a piercing or didn't know which motif - no, she had a bigger concern.

Ever since ‘Erik’ bought himself a coffee without sugar and milk every morning in her coffee shop, there seemed to be something between them.

She had once asked him if the white writing on his black t-shirt had a meaning and he had told her a whole volume of history, the other way round he had asked about the coffee beans because, according to him, coffee was the best thing on earth.

Since then they met every morning somehow, she asked about his bands, admired his tattoos and he tasted his way through any coffee creations she made for him.

It had been like this for weeks...but her heart and her friends had now ‘pushed’ her into something as she opened the door to the shop with a pounding heart.

A small bell confirmed her arrival and she gave a ,,Hello Erik" and waved slightly when she saw him standing behind the counter.

His face broke into a smile when he saw her and he propped his head up on his hands as he watched her come over to him, ,,Hey, are there new beans? Or why are you here?" he asked and she was about to take him back to coffee but put the money down in front of him.

After all, she had a mission, at least that's what her friends had called it when she once again told him about Erik, ,,Next time...I'm here Erik because I want a Hélix" she revealed and his face changed from surprised to excited.

With one movement he had come out from behind the braid, put the money in his trouser pocket and indicated one of the couches with an implied bow.

Walking to the couch and sitting down on it, she watched as Erik prepared everything, ,,Please fill out the form and confirm the risks once" he said as he disinfected the sterile needles.

Reaching for the clipboard, she filled out the form, listing the risks and points before signing, she was sure she would get the helix and now nothing would stop her...only the pain maybe and the needle was a problem.

Putting the clipboard with the form aside, their eyes met, ,,Don't worry, nobody has died of blood poisoning yet" he said and winked as he came over to her and laid everything out.

Breathing deeply, she looked at the ‘instruments’ and got stuck on the needle, she hated the pointy little things since she was little.

She suddenly felt a gloved hand on hers, ,,It only hurts for a moment I promise" he assured her and she gave him a ,,Thanks Erik" back as she pushed her hair aside to give him better access.

The disinfection spray was cold but not as bad as she thought, ,,Just keep breathing in and out for me" she heard him say quietly as her fingers clutched at her shirt as she let out a small ouch as the needle went through her ear.

In fact, Erik was right - the moment of pain came and went quickly.

She felt a small tug as he passed the piercing through the hole before he stepped back and looked at his work. ,,It looks beautiful" he assured her, pointing to a mirror hanging on a wall where she could look at her piercing.

Still happily standing up straight, a strain passed through her field of vision and she felt her legs seem to lose their grip.

The brief dizziness was unpleasant, of course, and she didn't want to land on the floor now when she felt a firm grip on her hip, ,,Are you ok, sweetie?" he asked, continuing to hold her.

She felt her cheeks and ears burning with shame, embarrassing, who passes out at their first piercing?

Slowly feeling the full sensation of her body again, she nodded and only now realised that her hands were holding on to his body, ,,Yeah-Yeah thanks Erik my saviour" she replied and gave him a grateful look.

He hesitantly took his hands off her and instead his hand went to hers, holding it as he led her to the mirror, ,,Don't fall again" he just chuckled and she smiled happily as she was more than satisfied with the piercing.

Thanking her again, he didn't let go of her hand though, not when they went to the braiding and not when he invited her for a visit to the coffee shop - to be more precise, their hands remained linked, because of course she might have fallen again, according to Erik.

But maybe it was also something between them that would finally come together...

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[hisslt]

[ 한지성 ] — your friend is willing to do anything to help you cool off from the heat

cw : mdni , afab!reader, oral (fem) , fingering , temperature play , lowk oral fixation , uhh i think thats all??

wc : 3.2k!!

notes : i DESPERATELY need a beta writer of some sorts bc i'm sure this is full on spelling errors (sorry) also if this gets attention i'll write a pt2

it was mid-summer in south korea and you were suffering. this summer is most definitely one of the hottest in years. at any home improvement store within a 30-mile radius, all fans and air conditioners were completely sold out. if anyone were to go outside barefoot, they would undoubtably burn the soles of their feet on the hot ground. getting inside a car with leather seats was practically a death wish.

the only thing that was saving you from actually melting was the tiny ac unit that came with your apartment and probably hasn’t worked correctly for at least ten years. conveniently, the air conditioner was in the living room of your mediocre apartment. you did have a pretty decent pedestal fan that you had placed in your bedroom. now these would usually help a lot, but again, your building was quite old, so it was made up of thick layers of building materials that worked perfectly to keep the cold out but terribly to keep the heat out, as well as sucking at having any airflow, so when the small housing situation is swelteringly hot, it stays hot. 

right now, you’re flopped out on the faux leather couch in your living room. you’ve been choosing to stay in the living area during the day when you’re not staying in the café down the street for their aircon, because the temperature is typically cooler than in your room, even if it is just slightly. 

you’ve opted to wear the least clothes you can get away with while still being clothed. a form-fitting pale blue camisole is worn on your top half; no bra because you were in the comfort of your own house and because you’d rather be dead than wear a bra in this heat. on your bottom half, you’re wearing a teeny tiny pair of gray cotton sweat shorts that almost look more like boy short underwear. 

a shiny layer of sweat is apparent on your whole body, and the dampness leaves you feeling disgustingly uncomfortable. your hair is tied up in the messiest of messy buns you think you’ve ever managed to do. 

you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a rhythmic knocking on the door to your home, but settle down when you realize that there’s only one person that would knock like that.

getting up from your comfy-ish spot on the couch, hissing at the painful sensation of your bare skin unsticking to the sofa, you reach for the door and unlock it, then pull it open. you’re greeted with your smiling best friend, who you’ve known since the beginning of college. 

despite your visibly sweaty skin, jisung still pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, picking your feet up off the ground and swaying you back and forth as if he’s a child hugging their favorite stuffed animal. him acting as if the two of you hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though you were out to lunch with some mutual friend a few days ago, makes you huff out a laugh.

when he puts you down and lets go of you, he waves a convenience store bag in front of your face. “i brought something for you,” he says with a bright smile and walks over to your couch, then plops down on it as if it were his place.

you join him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder and turning on the tv, putting on a show the both of you like. he pulls an ice cream popsicle out of the plastic bag and tears the wrapping off of it. 

"c'mon, open," he presses the popsicle onto your lips, catching you by surprise from the action and coldness. 

nonetheless, you open your mouth and let him push the frozen treat into your mouth. you give him an appreciative nod and an eyebrow raise, taking the wooden stick out of his hand. a quiet hum rumbles in your chest from the sweet vanilla bean taste. 

"why is your apartment so hot? it's for real hotter in here than it is outside. you know, you should stay with me when it gets this warm." jisung talks animatedly while occasionally glancing at you. 

as soon as he says the last sentence, you dismissively shake your head and take the popsicle out of your mouth. "no? i don't wanna bother minho, it's his place too. and it isn't that bad. i think i'm learning to live with it honestly."

his eyebrows scrunch up, and a soft pout paints itself onto his light pink lips. "what? minho likes you; he wouldn't mind. also, you getting used to the heat is concerning, by the way."

instantly, when he sees and hears you open your mouth and take in a deep breath, ready to say a rebuttal, he grabs the hand that's holding onto the wood stick and moves it to shove the popsicle into your mouth again. after sputtering, you slap his chest, which in turn makes him whine about how he was sore from his workout. 

you reach your arm back in a playful fighting motion, like you were winding back to punch him. both of his hands go up in mock mercy, and he starts paying attention to the television rather than messing with you. 

after probably not even five minutes of watching tv you could tell that the heat was starting to get to him. 

a sheen layer of sweat covers his face, neck, chest, and arms. he constantly pulls his tank top up off of his skin to cool himself off, although it's not doing much. he's not really dressed for the heat, wearing a black tank top and gray sweatpants.

"God, i'm melting!" jisung groans and dramatically flops onto your lap, his head resting on your thighs. he puts his forearm over his eyes as if he’s a damsel in distress. 

you ignore his statement and continue to watch the show you put on. the only reason you ignore him is since you’re well aware of the temperature. to mess with him a bit, you bounce your right leg up a bit, which bumps his head up and down quickly, making him let out a distasteful groan.

he moves the arm that’s covering his face and takes the half-eaten popsicle out of your hand. then, he licks a long strip of it, the white ice cream visibly coating his tongue. it’s common for you guys to share food and drinks, but never anything like this, where he’s most likely licking up some of your saliva. 

thinking about it makes your ears and cheeks feel warmer than they already are; thinking about it mixed with watching the pretty pink muscle lap up the dripping ice cream makes a weird sensation appear in your lower stomach. 

after a while, jisung puts the treat up to your mouth, just as he did before. however, this time when you open your mouth for him to stick it back in there, he pushes it in, but doesn’t let go of it. he moves it along your tongue in a provocative manner that he had never used with you. of course, you’d seen him act jokingly sexual with your friends like minho and chan, but he’s never been this way with you. 

“can i eat you out?”

the question makes you harshly grab onto his wrist and pull the dessert out of your mouth. you let out a surprised ‘huhh’, looking at him shocked. 

“oh come on,” he whines, “please! it’ll help you cool off, trust me, please, i have a plan. i wanna taste you! pretty please?”

“jisung.. i don’t know, wouldn’t that be weird? i don’t want to make it weird between us, because if it’s weird between us then the guys will notice, then they’ll ask, and you know how bad you are at keeping secrets, and then they’d probably think i’m trying to get passed around by the friend group and stop being friends with me because i’m a slut.” you rant, and he simply looks up at you with a pleading expression. 

his left hand sneakily creeps up to your chest while you’re talking, and his thumb finds a resting stop right on one of your nipples that were most likely visible through the light color of your top, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it being see through since the hot weather felt as if it was draining you of all your energy. 

you slightly squirm when you feel his finger lightly press down and draw circles. he looks up at you, your brows tightly drawn together and your thighs tensing. 

“please, will you let me? i’ll make you feel soo good, i promise.” jisung begs, his hand leaving your breast as he sits up and looks you in the eyes, giving you the most convincing boba eyes he can muster. "wanna taste you so bad.." he murmurs sadly. 

you look at him sternly for a moment, but he stays strong, battling you with a pleading look and pout. 

finally, your gaze drops down to your lap, and you nod, giving him permission. 

he lets out an excited laugh and grabs you by both of your cheeks, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips. as soon as you felt his touch on your face, it was gone and moved down to your legs. 

jisung slides both hands under your knees and pulls you to lay on the couch with your head right by the armrest, and your feet pressed to the sofa cushion on either side of him. 

a quiet gasp is pulled from you at his hurried action, but it doesn't surprise you much that this is how jisung is acting. 

four fingers on either hand slip into the waistband of your shorts and underwear. your best friend peers up at you for your permission, and help to take them off. 

you take a deep breath, seeing his flushed cheeks and round eyes when he gazes at you. nonetheless, you lift your hips up so he can pull your pants as well as panties down. 

instantly, once he sees your wet core, he dives in. 

he feverishly laps at your slick, groaning loudly at the taste. the vibrations of his noise draw a breathless moan from you. his tongue desperately cleans all of the clear slick on your cunt and replaces it with his spit. 

once he gets the majority of your slick, he plunges the thick muscle into your hole, causing your legs to open farther and your back to arch, your body instinctively moving to get more of the sensation. he messily swirls his tongue around like he's making out with your pussy. 

moans fall out of jisung's mouth just as they do yours, and it begins to sound like a beautiful song. 

your hips start to move on their own, grinding your core onto his face, and if it were any other man, you'd be insanely embarrassed, but you trust jisung, and it's clear he likes this as much as you do. if not more. 

when he looks up at you, he feels like he could cum right in his pants at the mere sight of you. 

your eyebrows drawn together in a begging expression, legs spread open, and back arched up. your eyes are squeezed shut, and plump tears gather in the corners of your eyes. the sounds that are coming out of you are heavenly, and jisung can't help but try and pull more sounds and reactions out of you. 

to get more reactions he moves away from your hole and up to your clit. 

he sucks the bud into his mouth and hums. then, he plunges his middle finger inside of you. 

a particularly loud string of moans tumbles out of you, and the tears gathering in your eyes finally roll down the sides of your face. 

"fuckk.. so good, sungie!" your words encourage him to start moving his middle finger. the digit curls up, searching for the spongy spot inside of you. 

it takes him no time to find it, his one finger relentlessly curling up and hitting it, making you squirm in pleasure. your heels dig into his back, desperately needing something to stay grounded. 

once he thinks you can take it, he slides in his ring finger. 

the slight stinging stretch is quickly forgotten about as soon as you feel a freezing sensation on your lower stomach between your hips. your lower half jerks in surprise. 

the feeling makes you peel your eyes open and look down, just to see jisungs free hand holding a square ice cube. 

he runs the block down to your crotch and momentarily parts from your cunt to pop the ice in his mouth. his puffy lips suction back onto your clit, and your whole body jolts at the cold that's immediately pressed on the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

it's like nothing you've ever felt before, and he can feel that you're getting close to your orgasm by the way your moans get higher pitched and how your walls squeeze around his digits. 

the almost painful coldness accompanied by the constant stimulation against your g-spot is a deadly combination. especially when he starts humming against your clit again. 

"close! 'm so close!" you cry out, bringing one of your hands down to lace into his soft hair. the knot in your lower stomach is getting tighter and tighter until jisung lightly grazes his teeth on your bundle of nerves — the ice cube now melted from the warmth of his mouth and your cunt. 

your whole body shutters, and your thighs squeeze tightly around his head. an embarrasingly loud and whiney moan leaves your throat as you finally cum. both of your hands move to cover your face as jisung slurps up your release, acting as if it's a michelin meal. 

“taste so good, can’t believe i didn’t convince you sooner.. gotta tell min ‘bout this,” jisung’s babbling is incoherent to you from the quiet ringing in your ears from your orgasm mixed with the sound of you panting to catch your breath, as well as the fact that his face is still buried between your thighs. he runs his palm back and forth over your lower stomach, still mumbling. 

as soon as the ringing in your ears quiets down and your breathing is nearly regulated, you take your hands off of your face and prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at your friend. “c’mon get up, ji’, we’re done.” you grab onto the hand that’s attached to the fingers that are still inside of you and try to pull them out, but jisung apparently doesn’t like that because as soon as even a centimeter of his fingers leave your warmth, he plunges them back in.

the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you once more brings on a wave of painful pleasure from the slight overstimulation. 

a breathless moan tumbles from between your lips, legs squirming to get him away from the intimate area. “enough, please, ’s too much!”, you whine out. 

your words don’t deter his actions as he continues. your body starts to uncontrollably move, instinctively grinding your pussy onto your friend's face to get yourself closer to climax. humping his hand and face, pitiful whiny moans come from you. 

he plants his free hand on your lower stomach between your hip bones, holding you down. 

the pleasure is so overwhelming, and the knot in your belly is so tight it feels like you're about to burst. fat tears run down your face, but neither you or jisung notice them, too consumed in the moment. 

the hand that's not tangled in his hair cups one of your boobs, groping it and adding to the pleasure. 

you barely manage to let out a quick "cumming!" before you release all over his hand. 

your fingers tighten around the strands of his hair, as well as your shaking thighs tightening around his head. 

jisungs middle and ring finger rigorously pound into you even after you've came all over them, making sure to get everything out of you that he can. 

he drags his fingertips across the sweet spot inside of you one last time before leisurely pulling them out, making sure you can feel every small movement, successfully pulling a whine out of you.

jisung shoves his cum-covered digits in his mouth. he makes a satisfied noise as soon as your essence touches his tongue again. his eyes close for a moment, like he's savoring your taste. then he's quickly back to "normal" and makes his way up to your face.

your chest rises and falls quickly. you tremble slightly, and when you finally open your eyes, you see jisung hovering over you. his legs are slotted in between yours, and his crotch is dangerously close to yours, bulge less than a few inches away from your heat. 

you open your mouth to speak, but before you can get any words out, jisungs slick-covered lips are crashing into yours. 

his lips move eagerly against yours. you struggle to keep up with his hungry kissing, letting him take the lead. 

between feverish kisses, jisung whispers hushed 'thank you's against your lips. 

after at least five minutes of yours and jisung's lips smashing into each other the two of you finally part. jisungs face is flushed red. his lips wet and parted, gasping for air. 

"where'd you get the ice from?" your bare face glows with a thin layer of sweat, both from the heat as well as what you and jisung have been doing for the past thirty – or more – minutes. 

"oh, i picked it up when i bought the popsicles," jisung moves to sit up, rather than lay, between your legs. his eyes occasionally shift down to your glistening cunt. watching it pulse with aftershocks of your orgasm, and cum he missed slowly pooling on the leather of your couch. 

a quiet laugh leaves you once you notice your friend's shifting eyes, and you reach up to lightly slap his arm. 

the two of you sit in near silence, saying tiny comments and cracking hushed jokes, until jisung's annoying ringtone starts to go off, playing some default chime. 

a silly picture of minho biting down on his bottom lip and flipping up his top lip, probably drunk, flashes on jisungs screen, making you raise your eyebrows in question.

you and jisung give each other curious looks, and you sit up, urging him to answer the phone call.

minho's voice comes out quietly through the speaker of jisung's phone. just loud enough for you to hear faint murmuring. 

"but min, i'm busy!" jisung whines. 

his whining clearly gets him nowhere, apparent by the frown on his face as he hangs up and sighs.

"i gotta go. minho needs me home; he said something about helping him cook. sorry."

you nod and smile at him, "it's fine, don't worry about it. i don't want minho getting mad at me for hogging you," you speak with a light laugh at your words.

jisung stands from the sofa and quickly grabs both sides of your face in his palms. he smashes his mouth onto yours, just like he did earlier. similarly, it doesn't last, and before you know it, he's closing the door of your home. in his wake is a clear plastic cup of half-melted ice, a wooden popsicle stick with a wrapper, and a convenience store bag full of small cartons of ice cream and other frozen desserts.

once he's gone, the reality of what happened starts to sink in.

you run either of your hands down your face in a slow movement, sighing loudly.

if he tells anyone, he's dead.

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[pinkslipxox]

could i please request billie x single mom reader to a baby and maybe they meet at a coffee shop when r can’t afford her coffee and billie pays

you got it, mami 💓

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As you enter the cafe, the robust, rich aroma of dark roasted coffee beans fills the air, inviting you to come and indulge. Today you’ve decided to venture out of the four corners of your apartment, to feel a sense of normalcy since having your baby girl. It has been your favorite coffee shop even before having your daughter, and your mouth waters at the thought of enjoying a hot beverage and a buttery, flaky croissant.

You take your place in line, peering at the menu, gently moving the stroller forward and back as your baby continues to sleep. Behind the counter, the baristas are crafting drink after drink as they chat animatedly among themselves. Before you know it, it is your turn.

“Next!” the order taker, a stout red-haired woman calls, her tone dull and even. You smile at her, yet the woman barely returns it, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly but flattering immediately after.

“Hello,” you greet her warmly. “I‘ll have a hot vanilla cappuccino with oatmilk, please. And a croissant.”

The woman taps on the screen and then asks, without looking up, “For here or to go?”

“For here,” you reply.

“That’ll be eleven dollars.”

You reach into your purse and take out your wallet. As you take out a crumpled ten dollar bill, you slowly realize that it is all the money you have. You’re aware of the other patrons in line waiting as you try to find any more loose change in your purse, then your pockets, but to no avail. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I am a dollar short,” you admit, half-hoping that the woman will be kind enough to forgive the remaining cost.

The woman sighs, unconcerned. “If you can’t pay, you can’t get your food.” Then, without another word, she calls for the next customer in line, and you quickly get the message and move away.

Finding a small, secluded table by the window, you gently unbuckle your daughter from the stroller and hold her closely to your chest. Her soft breaths and tiny fists clenching your blouse gives you comfort, the reality of being a single mother settling on your shoulders more than it has during these past weeks. After a moment, you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching.

And a warm voice that fills your ears.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You turn, and your breath catches in your throat. Standing there with an effortless, ethereal quality is a dark haired young woman, her ocean blue eyes shimmering with genuine concern. She wears an oversized hoodie and trousers, and looking every bit the embodiment of cool yet kind. Unable to find your voice, you nod, feeling a mix of confusion and awe.

“Do you need help? It looked like you were... you know, in line?” Her voice is soothing, and you find yourself smiling shyly.

“I just… realized I don’t have enough money,” you admit, casting a glance at the counter. You hadn’t expected to meet someone like her, let alone feel so at ease.

She tilts her head, a kind smile spreading across her face. “I got you. Coffee and a croissant? It’s on me.” Before you can object, Billie strides to the counter and places an order for you, her aura radiating warmth and generosity.

A few moments later, she returns with a steaming cup and a freshly baked croissant impeccably balanced on a napkin. “Here you go,” she says, setting them down in front of you. “No one should have to worry about coffee.”

You blink in disbelief, your heart swelling in gratitude. “Oh! M-ma’am, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The dark haired woman takes a seat across from you. “My name is Billie, by the way.”

“Im Y/N,” you say softly.

Just then, your baby girl lets out a soft gurgle, and you instinctively begin to soothe her. Billie’s expression softens. She leans in curiously to get a better look, a smile forming on her rosy pink lips.

“Is this your little one?” Billie asks, her tone softer like a gentle breeze.

You nod proudly. “This is my daughter, Laney.”

“Hi, Laney,” she coos, and you can’t help but laugh at how genuine she is. Billie reaches out tentatively, brushing her fingers lightly over your baby’s hand, and you feel a warmth radiating between you—not just from the kindness she’s shown, but something deeper.

The two of you dive into conversation easily, as if you’ve known each other for years. You chat about everything—her music, your little girl, and the unpredictability of life. Before long, you’re both exchanging numbers, the little moment of kindness blossoming into something warmer, deeper. Billie promises to check in and even suggests meeting again—perhaps for lunch, with little Laney. You can’t help but feel an unexpected thrill at the prospect.

As the afternoon sun bathes the café in a golden glow, Billie leans a little closer, her arm brushing against yours.

“You really are amazing, Y/N,” she says softly, and you feel a flutter in your chest, a sensation you haven’t felt in a long time. “I can’t wait to see you again soon.”

“You too, Billie,’ you whisper, feeling a new spark of hope ignite within you, buoyed by her warmth and affection. Little do you know, this encounter is only the beginning of a beautiful unfolding story between you, Billie, and your little girl.

[giuseppe-yuki]

pranks

carlos sainz x meerkat shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 1.5k

warnings: a few curse words?

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: a prank kind of backfires on you and carlos

edit: bonus headcanons!

picture credits from pinterest :)

honestly, you thought your favorite mode of transportation must be riding on carlos’ broad shoulders. with such a tall vantage point, you could see farther ahead compared to if you walking on the ground. plus, you wouldn’t be trampled on by over-eager fans, you didn’t have to tire your legs out, and you’d be able to catch a whiff of the familiar smell of carlos’ cologne. 

you adjust your grip on carlos’ racing red ferrari kit, digging your paws into the soft material and curling your body around his neck. the paddock in suzuka was real pretty, with cherry blossoms framing the walkway.

carlos continues walking into the paddock, occasionally stopping to sign hats and merch. a few little fans asked to pet you too, and you gladly scurried down carlos’ arm to let them stroke your fur with sticky fingers that kids always seem to have. a child completely covered in george merch even stopped to hand-feed you a piece of fruit. 

when he arrives in his motorhome, he gently sets you down on the sofa. he collapses next to you, body sprawled on the couch. “ugh, that was exhausting.” he says exasperatedly. “there is still-” he checks his watch. “two hours until fp3?? i swear to god, my manager must have messed up the schedule.” 

he leans back into the couch, and then fishes a peanut out of the pocket of his jeans. your boyfriend always seemed to have a stache of your favorite meerkat-friendly snacks in his pocket. not that you minded- you were always down for a little snack now and then.

he flings the peanut at you, and you manage to avoid the flying nut by a centimeter. you whip your head back at him, glaring at him the most vicious way possible. 

his mouth is open, hand still frozen in the throwing position. “omg! i swear to god i did not mean to throw it that hard, mi amor.” he scoops you up and pats your tiny head. reaching into his pocket again, he takes out another peanut and hands it to you gingerly. 

you accept the peanut and crack it open, but continue to glare at him. while you munch on the peanut, carlos looks down at you with a glimmer of mischievousness in his big brown eyes. you knew that look- he only did that when he had a particularly funny prank that he wanted to pull (the last time he had that look in his eyes was when he came up with the idea to put 100 miniature rubber snakes around charles’ drivers room). 

“i’ve just had the funniest idea,” he exclaims. “since we have so much time on our hands, we should go to mclaren to annoy lando!” 

ever since being associated with carlos, you have been dragged into so many of his pranks around the paddock that a glance at your meerkat form has people wondering if carlos was planning another mischievous trick. it was the polar opposite of your normal human form. i mean, who would suspect carlos’ nice reserved girlfriend to also be his havoc-causing meerkat sidekick?

the mclaren employees shoot you both suspicious glances as carlos strolls through the mclaren motorhome. he creeps around corners and listens through every door. you hold on to his team kit with your sharp paws for dear life- you surely would have slid off already if you hadn’t. it’s only when he comes across a sitting area with two familiar figures that he stops. 

“you’re not very adventurous with food, are you?” you hear oscar say, holding what seems to be a red-bean mochi in between his fingertips. 

“well, i don’t wanna be,” lando shoots back, pushing the japanese snack away from him.

carlos creeps behind lando, and hands you several peanuts that he fished from his pockets. taking advantage of lando and oscar’s bickering, he lets you slide off of his shoulders. you bolt full speed towards lando and start throwing the peanuts at his head while screeching. 

he yelps, jumps out of his chair, and scurries behind a nearby table to hide. oscar, spotting your tiny figure compared to lando’s cowering body next to the table, starts cackling. 

a full hour hadn’t even passed for carlos to get that look in his eyes again. this time, you were busy piecing together a 2000 piece puzzle of ayrton senna in the mostly empty dining hall when you see him approach you.

“what now,” you say, raising an eyebrow. 

a wide grin splits your boyfriend’s face. “let’s go steal charles’ helmet!” he whispers, just in case charles or any of his team members are nearby. 

poor charles was almost always on the receiving end of carlos’ pranks (although you did hear about pierre somehow obtaining a snake and sneaking into charles’ room with it). you swear that it is going to backfire one day. 

nevertheless, you agree, leaving half of senna’s face and his car’s front wing done on the table. 

it was a really quick process, as you shifted, scurried past the mechanics and lifted charles’ signature red helmet off of the counter in one swoop. no one batted an eye as you pushed the helmet out of the garage and into carlos’ arms. 

“yess! good job, baby!” he cheers, once the helmet is in his hand. “now where to hide it?”

he looks around, before finally walking into the gap in between the aston martin and ferrari motorhomes. you scurry after him, paws hitting the ground at full speed. at the end is a little secluded space, surrounded on all four sides by walls or other teams’ motorhomes. he snickers, and sets charles’ helmet on the ground. pulling out his phone, he snaps a picture, ready to send to charles as a taunt. 

you proceed to turn, brushing strands of meerkat fur off of your flowy shortskirt. “not even a thank you, carlos?” you say, tilting your head. “i risked my life out there stealing his helmet!” 

before he can answer, you hear the clonk of a waterbottle dropping near the ferrari motorhome. standing there, mouth open in shock, stands charles leclerc, the owner of the helmet that you stole. “did you just-” he starts.

carlos, realizing your secret might get out through charles, marches through the gap, snatches the familiar white celcius water bottle from the ground, and yanks charles into the secluded space. 

you stand very still next to the helmet, not knowing if you wanted to bolt and hide in a hole so you’d never be seen again, or to slap carlos for exposing your secret, to his teammate, no less. you knew that carlos’ tricks would backfire one day.

“mate, please, please, please do not tell anyone about this!” carlos says, clutching charles’ shirt. 

once the initial shock has worn off, charles shocked expression turns into a smirk. “of course i’ll tell people about this! you literally stole my helmet and you expect me not to expose you for taking my things? besides, it’s a payback for pranking me so much! i still find those stupid rubber snakes that you hid in my room everywhere. i always have to call my girlfriend to help me get rid of them.” 

you step up next to carlos and charles, a confused expression on your face. “wait. so you didn’t see me turn?”

a look of understanding flashes across charles’ face. “ohhh!!” he remarks. “you mean the meerkat thing?”

“yes!” you and carlos both say simultaneously. 

“don’t worry, i won’t tell!” charles says, to both of your guy’s relief. “don’t you know, my girlfriend can shift into a hedgehog? no offense, i think that’s way cooler than a meerkat,” he states with a smug smile on his face.

“oi, pendejo!” carlos says, narrowing his eyes. “how dare you say that!”

you laugh, putting an hand on carlos’ shoulder. “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad this didn’t turn out into a bad situation!” 

charles shoots you an appreciative grin, knowing you saved him from potential physical altercation with carlos. it quickly dissipates, however, when he sees his helmet behind your legs.

“right, back to the helmet, how dare you steal it! fred would’ve killed me if i showed up to fp3 without it!” 

understanding the power charles has now knowing your secret, carlos apologizes. “we are sorry, charles. i promise i won’t ever steal any of your things again!” 

charles continues to stand there, waiting for him to continue.

“-and i won’t play any more pranks on you, i swear!” he says quickly. 

charles nods once, satisfied with carlos’ promise.

from side facing the motorhomes, fernando sticks his head into the gap separating the two teams. spotting you three standing there, he jokes, “you guys having a party in there, or what?” 

t-minus 20 minutes until fp3, charles sets his water bottle on the counter and pulls on his balaclava. across the motorhome, carlos is doing this same. when charles finishes adjusting the material over his head and nose, he suddenly sees a flash of fur on the counter. it’s you, bolting away like your life is on the line with his water bottle in hand. 

“CARLOS!” you hear him shout.

from your hiding spot in one of the engineer’s headphone cubbies, you see carlos scramble over to charles. 

“what? is everything alright?” carlos says, concerned. 

“your girlfriend just stole my waterbottle!” he whispers heatedly, pointing at you sitting innocently in the cubby like everything was normal, except for the fact that a white racing waterbottle, complete with a long straw and a “charles leclerc” sticker is sitting next to you. carlos laughs, “i mean- i did only promise that i won’t steal anything or pull any pranks on you; i didn't promise my girlfriend wouldn't!”

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[crevicedwelling]

I see at least one cool bug a day, and usually many more, but it’s not because I live anywhere particularly rich in strange, wonderful creatures (I live in an unremarkable corner of Pennsylvania, USA) or spend all of my free time looking for bugs (well, just *most* of it). in my experience, finding interesting bugs is less about actually locating them and more about looking closely at tiny things you’d otherwise ignore!

this very long post was compiled over a couple days in late July, although I spent less than 10 minutes at a time searching. there’s a lot of fun creatures just out in the open.

plants are always a good place to start when looking for bugs, and I chose this small fig tree (Ficus carica) with a mulberry sapling friend. feeding on the sap of the fig and mulberry is the first group I’ll take a look at, the planthoppers:

these two are flatid bugs, Metcalfa pruinosa and Flatormenis proxima. flatids are slow-moving bugs that can be approached closely, but once they get tired of circling around stems to avoid you they may launch themselves into a fluttering flight with spring-loaded rear legs.

Aplos simplex, a member of the related family Issidae, also likes fig sap. its “tail” is actually a tuft of waxy secretions, which get shed along with the bright colors when it assumes a lumpy, bean-shaped adult form.

cicadellids, or leafhoppers, are just about everywhere on plants, but can be hard to approach without scaring them.

Agallia constricta on the left is a tiny species that feeds on grass, but many were scared up onto the fig by my footsteps. Jikradia olitoria is a much larger species that does feed on the fig; juveniles like this are curled, creeping goblins while adults’ rounded wings give them a pill-shaped appearance.

this big, pale leafhopper belongs to genus Gyponana. it’s tricky to get to species ID with these.

Graphocephala are striking little hoppers that eat a variety of native and nonnative plants. G. coccinea is the larger, more boldly colored one and G. versuta is smaller but more common locally. they’ll sit on the tops of leaves but take flight if you get too close quickly.

another group you’re almost guaranteed to encounter are flies (Diptera). these are a very diverse group, so much more than houseflies and mosquitoes (though I did run into both)

where I live, any plant with broad leaves is almost guaranteed to have a few Condylostylus, long-legged flies that come in shades of blue, green, and red. despite their dainty physique, they’re agile predators, typically feeding on other small flies.

next, a few hoverflies: the ubiquitous Toxomerus geminatus and a Eumerus that I’ve been seeing a lot of this year (but maybe I’ve just noticed them for the first time). syrphids have varied life histories, but most adults drink nectar and many of the larvae are predaceous on aphids.

the metallic green soldier fly is Microchrysa flaviventris, nonnative here. Coenosia is a fun example of a “fly that looks like a fly,” with big red eyes and a gray body, and you might think they’re just another dung-sucking pest, but they’re actually aggressive predators! this one seemed to have nabbed itself some sort of nematoceran fly, maybe a fungus gnat.

many flies are very tiny, just millimeters long. the first two little fellows are lauxaniids, while the last one, an agromyzid leafminer Cerodontha dorsalis, burrows through grass leaves as a larva.

while moths and butterflies (Lepidoptera) are drawn to plants for their flowers or to lay eggs, many small moths can easily be found resting on or under leaves during the day.

these first two are tortricids, many of which are flat, rectangular moths resembling chips of bark or dead leaves. the apple bud moth, Platynota idaeusalis, feeds on a wide variety of hosts, while this beat-up old Argyrotaenia pinatubana would have developed in an edible tube nest of pine needles.

Callima argenticinctella feeds in bark and dead wood (a resource used by more caterpillars than you’d realize!) while the last moth, possibly an Aspilanta, is a leafminer.

although beetles (Coleoptera) are famous for their diversity, I didn’t find too many on the fig. the invasive Oriental beetle Exomala orientalis resting here can be found in a wide range of colors, from this common tan to to deep iridescent black. the other beetle is a Photinus pyralis firefly, sleeping under leaves as fireflies do.

a few spare hemipterans: a Kleidocerys resedae that blew in on a wind, and below, the mulberry whitefly Tetraleurodes mori feeds on its namesake host. as for Hymenoptera, I saw manny tiny parasitic braconid wasps and various ants attracted to the planthoppers’ honeydew excretions—always worth checking underneath roosting hoppers for things having a drink.

a couple handsome spider boys were scrambling through the fig seeking females, a jumping spider Paraphidippus aurantius and an orbweaver, Mecynogea lemniscata.

and to round it off, a young Conocephalus meadow katydid and a Carolina mantis, Stagmomantis carolina.

there’s 31 species of arthropod in this post, and I probably saw some 45, not all of which stayed for photos. if you walk slowly and look closely, you can see a sizeable chunk of your local biodiversity in under fifteen minutes! of course this will depend on where you live and what time of year it is, but there’s almost always more cool bugs out there than you’d expect, even on just a single plant.

[less-freshly-vegan]

Like "veganism is good for the environment" and "we should all be vegans" are generalisations. Sure, there are going to be cases wherein someone should not be vegan or in which all their food is magically super sustainable because they grow it all on their own farm and just eat 1 egg a day from their tiny little chicken coop because they need protein and absolutely can't get beans etc.

And frankly I'm kinda feeling right now like...deal with the generalisation? When I see "running is good for you" stuff or "we should all be exercising more" I don't go on a long rant about how omg I can't run and not everyone should be exercising so this article is bad actually. I accept it's not about me and move on.

When someone says "murder is bad" I assume they don't think it's bad if in self-defence. I don't need them to clarify when they think murder isn't awful, because yeah, most of the time murder is not good lol.

Pretty much every social justice movement makes generalisations. It's primarily because going "X is good unless..." waters down what you're saying and distracts from the point. For example look at all the people who bring up why some people can't be vegan despite not being in those groups themselves. It's a distraction so they don't need to think about their own motives.

(I've literally had people living on over 5k a month telling me about how veganism is bad because not everyone can afford fake meat, for example. Like mate that's extremely unrelated to why you are not going vegan.)

I just get tired of being expected to clarify every single exception to veganism. I don't care to argue over the "nuance" of "veganism is good for the environment" just as I don't care to argue the "nuance" of "running is a good form of exercise". Would eating vegan for you personally genuinely be worse for the environment? Okay, cool. Don't care, too busy trying to explain to everyone else why their beef burger is shit for our planet.