#shota fluff

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s silently attached to Eri from the moment he sees her safe in the hospital bed, even if he doesn’t realize it right away.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s unusually quiet on the car ride home with you, then blurts out, “I want to adopt her,” in that low, gruff voice — barely above a whisper.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s avoiding eye contact when he asks, standing in the kitchen while you’re rubbing your belly and looking at him like he’s the best man alive.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s so genuinely surprised when you immediately say, “Of course,” and chokes a little on the emotion in your voice.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s stunned silent for a second, then just pulls you in and rests his forehead on yours, murmuring “Thank you” over and over because he really didn’t know if he deserved this much love.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s reading parenting books late at night — one arm wrapped around you in bed, the other flipping pages on how to care for a child with trauma and prepare for a newborn.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s checking on Eri at night even though she’s already asleep — tucking her in with that same gentleness he uses when he brushes your hair back while you sleep.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s surprised when Eri quietly takes your hand at the doctor’s appointment and calls you “Mama,” and he just watches with his heart swelling and doesn’t say a word — but he doesn’t stop smiling the whole drive home.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s teaching Eri how to brush her teeth, tie her shoes, and be gentle with your belly because “that’s where your little sibling is hiding.”

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s worried he’ll mess this up, but every time you fall asleep curled next to him with Eri on your other side, he knows he’s exactly where he belongs.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s holding Eri on one arm and has his hand on your belly with the other, whispering “you’re both safe now” like it’s a promise.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s teaching Eri how to swaddle a teddy bear because she wants to “practice being a big sister.“

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s tucking in two blankets every night — one for the little girl he saved, and one for the woman carrying his baby he already loves more than life.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who’s not great with words, but keeps showing his love in the way he holds your hand tighter when Eri calls him “Dad” for the first time… and he doesn’t even try to hide the tears.

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , Dad!Aizawa who‘s pregnant wife id love to be.

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a/n : thanks for reading.. i want a baby… !

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But on the other hand, he can’t help the little jump his heart does when you glance back in his direction, swallowing the lump that forms in his throat at your sparkling eyes. He can’t help how he leans in even the slightest bit closer, hand itching to be in yours. He can’t help the little thought in the back of his head that he wants to cover your sweet face in kisses every now and then, no matter what he says to Jongseob to try to get the younger off his case.

“Do you wanna try it?” you ask, holding it out to him.

“W-wha—would that be okay?” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes trained on the other self care products you have out on the counter. He would never want to intrude…

“You could never, Shota,” you tease, coming over to push his shoulder lightly and hand him the lip exfoliator.

He follows you back to the spot at the sink, staring at his reflection in front of him. With you now resuming your routine, he glances at you. How did you do it? Do you just—

He starts swiping it across his mouth, the sugar crystals stuck in the wax. Even if he’s not quite sure on what he’s supposed to be doing, he knows this doesn’t feel right. Squinting at the tube, he turns it around in his hands, fidgeting while trying to find some instructions.

But before he can come up empty handed and sigh, you take it from his fingers. Your hands land on his shoulders and spin him around to face you, his face wide eyed and a faint pink blush starting to color his cheeks.

“Y/n—”

“Uh uh uh,” you coo, gently pushing his jaw closed. “Pout for me?”

He does as you say before you start applying the scrub in the same way you’d done a couple minutes ago, his lips puckered cutely. With the sweet crumbs now sitting pretty on his skin and the soft watermelon scent of the wax now wafting into his nose, he closes his eyes. Is this what you taste like? Is this what it would be like to kiss you?

He darts his tongue out to taste the balm, instantly met with the saccharine flavor of artificial watermelon. But, even though you still haven’t finished, he doesn’t think his mouth has ever felt this soft before. That knowledge certainly doesn’t help his fantasies about kissing you.

“All done!” you exclaim, pulling away to admire your handiwork as his eyes spring open. “You can rinse off the sugar. Whaddya think?”

He turns on the faucet, running water under his fingers and rubbing it against his lips.

“S-soft,” he murmurs. Would your lips be as soft as his feel right now? Surely they must be even more plush. This has been your routine for as long as you two have lived together after all…

“Right! Isn’t it nice? I can’t believe I got this for like three dollars. Such a steal.”

But before you can return to the counter and finish your self care regimen, Shota tugs on your hand, turning you to face him. Opening his mouth, he quickly closes it when surprise flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh I forgot!” You rummage through the cabinet before you pull out another balm product. “You can put this on after too.” Taking off the cap, you quickly run it on your lips and hold it out to him. “Just like that. Do you wanna try?”

However his lips are on yours before you can even blink, your body frozen from his warmth being so close to you.

“I-I,” he whispers, pulling away to stumble all too soon. “It’s good,” he blurts out, heartbeat racing in his chest as he stares at you. His pupils are practically shaking as he takes in the scene, wondering what just came over him.

Of course he knows; Shota can’t help wanting to be close to you, to show you all his affections. But a kiss…compared to daily hugs and cuddles during movie night…did he cross a line? He’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable, the prospect of that possibility already having an apology ready on his now smooth soft lips.

But before he can fill the silence with those words, instead you exhale, trying to steady your speeding heart as you place the product on the counter with shaky fingers and move your hands to his shoulders with a few pats. “I think you should try that again.”

Shota smiles. You don’t have to tell him twice.

a/n: i have piwon meal!!!!! finally posting smthn omg...

this fic Is a rework from my old blog so if anyone happens to recognize it that's why but i promise it is still smthn i wrote entirely. i will work on the maknae line pt. 2 reaction and hopefully have that soon plus i have some jiung drafts (as usual 😭💀) so hopefully i will be able to have some more content in 2026🤞🤞

this title isn't that creative or anything but idk 😭😭 i also realized after they have the same name but lips by ive is such a good song ive had in my playlist for a long time

He returns your smile, rubbing your shoulder in the most innocent way he could muster. “Next time we’re here, I’ll be headlining, okay? And when I headline, I’m bringing you out on stage with us.”

Jiung was sweet. After you reconnected, he dedicated all his attention towards you — even if it meant skipping a few practices to sit with you while you were sick. All you could do is nod, watching him walk out on stage with hundreds of people cheering for him and the other boys.

You tried to fight the feeling of nausea climbing up your throat. It wasn’t the first time tonight or even this week. It was a common thing as of recently, along with sudden fatigue that made you want to die. You swallowed hard, pressing your lips together as you took a random seat you saw backstage. The bass from the speakers vibrated through your chest. Usually, this would be something you loved, but tonight it only brought you sickness.

“Not now,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t even touched your drink. Just the smell alone had been enough to make you vomit earlier. Jiung knew of your sudden condition, often opting to stay to take care of you, but now he was in stage, completely different than how he was when it was just you.

You looked at him from the many screens sprawled out in front of you. Sweet Jiung, playing his heart out mixing with whatever Keeho was singing. Your chest softened at the sight of him.

Another wave hit, much stronger this time. You inhaled slowly through your nose, willing it to pass. Maybe it was just the crowd, or even the heat. You hadn’t eaten much today either, just a piece of toast that you barely wanted.

But even then, this had been happening a lot lately.

Your hand drifted subconsciously to your stomach, pressing lightly as if that would make sense. Instead, it only made you more aware of how strange your body had been feeling. You were tired all the time, with random cravings and random nausea. And when was your last period?

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second.

“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself, dropping your hand quickly like everything had meant nothing.

Yunjin was watching the whole thing from your side. She was their manager, but most importantly Theo’s cousin who went to the same school as all of you. She knew you, and she knew there had to be a reason as to why you were so pale.

“Are you okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, lip in a pout while she waited for a response. Her hair was freshly bleached to be a blonde color you thought must only belong to angels.

You nod, trying your hardest to plaster a smile on your head, “one hundred percent.” But she knew your tells and she had been watching the past few minutes.

That’s how you ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet while she held your hair and rubbing circles around your back.

Yunjin didn’t say anything at first. She just kept her hand steady against your back. When you finally pulled back, wiping your mouth with shaky hands, she reached over and flushed for you.

“You’re not okay,” she said quietly, like it was a fact you both were too scared to admit.

“You’re wrong,” you tried to counter. Your voice was hoarse, “I just ate something bad—“

She gave you look, a look that showed she didn’t believe you. She knew there was something you were lying to her about. But instead of saying something, she grabbed a wipe from her bag and handed it to you. You pressed it against your lips, avoiding her eyes.

Yunjin leaned back against the stall, arms crossing across her chest. “When was your last period?”

Everything felt like it was in slow motion after that, your eyes widening while you turned towards her quickly. Your hand froze, shaking slightly at what she’s suggesting.

You swallowed the saliva that started to build up, “I’ve been stressed.”

She tilted her head, “I’m serious, how long?”

You tried to think, really! But the more you tried to think, the more the days blurred into weeks. “I don’t know,” you admitted, quieter than before.

The silence felt deafening, like you had stepped through a portal into a different world where noise was illegal.

“You’re nauseous,” she held her fingers up, “haven’t eaten, missed your period.”

“I didn’t say I missed it,” you snapped, meaner than you meant.

But she stayed stoic, “I read between the lines.”

For a second, neither of you spoke. You stared at the ceiling instead. Wet eyes, pale skin, the taste of last nights dinner still on your tongue. You allowed your hand to drift again, this time without second guessing. It rested over your stomach.

“Hey,” Yunjin reached for your other hand, “we don’t know anything yet.” But you knew what she meant. There was no way it wasn’t true, you were definitely pregnant and it definitely was with Jiung’s baby.

You could feel tears crowing right beneath your tear ducts, but instead you focused on something else. “He can’t know.”

Yunjin blinked at you like you said something you weren’t supposed to, “but he’s the—”

“He can’t know,” you repeated, more firmly this time, even as your voice trembled. “Not right now. Everything’s finally happening for him and I’m not—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching. You were close to breaking down, of course this had to happen to you out of all people.

Yunjin watched you carefully, no words coming from her lips, but you could tell she would listen to you. A quiet agreement, something that settled with both of you in more ways than one.

But the universe was against you, a knock hit the bathroom door. The person knocked hard, voice shaky while he called. “Yunjin, we’re about to go into the next set, have you seen my girl?”

Of course it was Jiung.

Yunjin glanced at the door, then back at you. “Don’t say anything,” you mouthed quickly, panic flashing across your face.

She hesitated for half a second.

“One second!” she called back, like she hadn’t just made you realize something career threatening.

Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it through the door.

You watched as Yunjin stood, walking towards the door and opening it slowly to peak her head out at the boy.

“…Is she in there?” Jiung asked, softer now.

Yunjin looked at you again like she was weighing something. The angel and devil on her shoulder making her contemplate what she should do next.

“Yeah,” she said, hand on the handle to keep him out. “She’s just not feeling great.”

“…Can I come in?”

You shook your head hard, almost pleading.

Yunjin exhaled quietly, then put her body between him and the door more firmly. “Give her a minute, Jiung.”

“…Okay,” he said finally, reluctant. “Tell her I’ll come find her after this set.” His footsteps lingered for a second, then faded quick as he made his way back to stage.

“You can’t hide this forever,” she turned back towards you, shutting the door behind her.

You looked down at your hands. “I just need to know first.”

You took the test at four in the morning with Jiung sleeping in the room that was attached to the bathroom. Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days. All until the white test that sat on the floor next to you started changing. The blank screen showing two parallel lines, indicting that you were pregnant with no signs of argument. You hurried to fish the box out of the trash, reading over the back of it quickly to see if there was any margin of error. 99% accurate, you had to be the 1%, right?

But when you took the second one, it stayed the same. This time, a plus sign instead of the lines. Another test claiming to be 99% accurate. And when the third test had “pregnant” in big blinking letters, you knew it was true.

The tears fell out of your eyes: frustrations from earlier mixed in with the shock of now. How were you supposed to tell him? What were you supposed to do?

You and Jiung had been dating for almost a year after you got back together. Sure, you were both in your twenties, but were you even ready to be a parent? One tear turned into five, the rest following soon after. Small gasps that left you turned into sobs quick. You tried to cover your mouth, tried to keep yourself quiet so you didn’t wake him.

It didn’t work. Three soft knocks on the door and your name leaving his mouth was all it took for you to cry even harder. The door slowly opened, revealing a half-awake Jiung, wearing only his pajama pants (that were covered in teenage mutant ninja turtles) and hair pointing in every direction.

“You okay?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes slightly to erase the sleep.

You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was sit and watch as he slowly realized what was lying all around you. Boxes, instructions, and 3 tests that were hard to miss. He dropped to his knees, picking up the first one he saw.

“Pregnant?” He whispered, eyes glued to the thing in his eyes.

You couldn’t breathe. Everything was crushing your chest to the point where you were sure you were going to die.

“You’re pregnant?” Tears gathered in his eyes while he looked at you, a dopey smile on his face while he took the time to let it sink in.

You nodded, you naturally copy his expression. You both were crying, out of shock or happiness, no one knows for sure. But what you knew was Jiung leapt forward and engulfed you in a hug, kissing your shoulder to the news.

And three years later, he proved himself. You had given birth to a baby girl named Sooha, officially married soon after, and most importantly, you were happy.

Jiung stepped up, taking care of you and the baby better than you could have ever imagined. Buying whatever you both were craving from Oreos to lobster. He spent time away from the group to prioritize your family and even going out of the way to letting everyone — including his, now large, fanbase that he was happy with you and your family.

Jiung sat at the table next to Sooha who just turned three years old. Both of them watching you bring the Lion King cake you had someone make custom for her. Keeho started singing Happy Birthday, clapping his hands together when everyone joined in.

In moments like this, you were happy. Happy that you were reunited, happy that you were able to live such a beautiful life with Jiung and his family (whether or not they were blood).

“Soul, no.”

“But why not?” His voice was soft, questioning, completely innocent.

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your resolve. “Because you already had boba yesterday.”

“But this one’s a different flavor…” Soul tilted his head slightly, looking up at you with those ridiculously round, wide eyes, filled with the slightest hint of pleading.

You felt your brain short-circuit.

Not the boba eyes. Not the boba eyes.

Your heart started to pound in your chest, your willpower cracking like thin ice beneath a heavy weight. Soul wasn’t even doing anything special—he was just looking at you, but the effect was devastating.

And the worst part? He had no idea.

You could practically hear the dramatic gasp from behind you.

“You’re joking,” Keeho muttered, staring in shock. “There’s no way this is happening right now.”

Jiung snorted, elbowing Intak. “Look at them. they're about to cave.”

“I bet three boba drinks they’ll say yes,” Theo whispered.

“Five,” Intak shot back.

Meanwhile, you were engaged in a losing battle. Soul wasn’t even pushing, wasn’t even pouting. He was just standing there, soft and quiet, blinking at you with the gaze of an innocent, doe-eyed puppy.

He tilted his head again. Oh no.

Your lips parted, the word forming before you could stop it—

“…Fine.”

The room exploded.

“NO WAY.” Keeho dramatically fell onto the couch.

“Unbelievable.” Jiung shook his head, laughing.

Theo and Intak exchanged looks before Theo sighed and pulled out his phone. “Yeah, okay, I owe you five boba drinks.”

Soul, still blissfully unaware, simply smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

You groaned, covering your face. He doesn’t even realize.

You were doomed.

You glared at the floor, your brain still recovering from the way you had just folded like a cheap lawn chair. Across the room, the other members were still losing their minds over the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Meanwhile, Soul just stood there, completely at peace, as if he hadn’t just single-handedly melted your entire resolve with a single glance.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Strawberry or mango…?”

You blinked, still dazed. “Huh?”

“For the boba,” he said simply, peering at you again with those same big, round eyes.

Your breath hitched. Oh no.

Before you could make the mistake of staring too long, Keeho grabbed your shoulders and physically turned you around. “hey, listen to me,” he said, his voice grave. “You have to fight back. You can’t let him win again.”

“I—I didn’t—” You stammered, face heating up.

“You totally did,” Jiung snickered, nudging Theo. “This is actually hilarious. Soul isn’t even trying.”

“I bet he could get Y/N to do anything at this rate,” Intak mused, arms crossed. “Like, what if he asked them to carry his stuff for a week?”

“Or buy him a lifetime supply of boba,” Theo added.

“Or—”

“STOP,” you interrupted, shaking Keeho’s hands off you. “I am not that weak!”

A moment of silence.

Then, all five of them slowly turned to look at Soul, who, as usual, was just patiently standing there, waiting for you to finish your dramatic internal crisis.

Then he blinked.

And tilted his head.

Again.

You felt your soul (no pun intended) physically leave your body.

“Actually…” you mumbled. “Mango sounds good.”

Chaos. Utter, absolute chaos.

“NOOOOO.” Keeho collapsed onto the floor.

“Oh my God.” Jiung looked personally betrayed.

Intak looked like he had just won the lottery. “Okay, now I’m convinced. Soul has a secret superpower.”

Theo sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just impressed.”

And through it all, Soul simply gave you the softest, most unbothered smile, completely unaware of the destruction he had just caused. “Okay. Let’s go, then.”

You groaned in defeat as he tugged you toward the door.