#we can't stop now ria

[katiascraft]

"Him" | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x bestie!reader.

Summary: Oblivious idiots to lovers. That's what Max said.

Word count: +2,7k.

Warnings: nooone just pure fluff and some language hehe. Not a native english speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author's note: AAAAAAA i loved writting this one 🥹 Dont forget to comment, like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

“You only say that because you fancy him, y/n. You can't play with me”Max said out of nowhere while talking about the whole Lando drama and his fourth championship at Danny Ric’s house. Your three have been best friends for quite some time now. Actually, you have been friends with most of the grid for a couple of years now. They were like family to you and recently, you moved countries to live and study in Monaco and be able to spend more time with your friends.

“What have you just said motherfucker?” you acted offended. Nethertheless it took you by surprise that he said such a thing when you have never talked about Lando and your feelings for him with him nor danny. But Max knew you too well to already know the whole story. Of course Danny laughen and you could feel the heat going up your face. You feel exposed so you try to cover up by drinking another sip from your glass of white wine. You thank god it was in the privacy of Danny's house and not some random bar for everyone to hear.

“Oh c’mon y/n, i think it’s pretty too obvious by now” max continued noticing the panic and surprise on your face.

“Yeah, it is obvious and cute to see how you drool, staring at him everytime he talks. And not to mention you eat him alive at races when he is all sweaty -” danny continued the torture but you stopped them both making them laugh.

“Just stop!” you said “you guys are impossible!” your face was red and anxiety took over you for a moment.you sighed defeated. “To be honest with you, yeah, I do like him. But lets be real, im nt even his type at all” you said remembering how he was kissing magui, that model he fucks now and the, kind of a situationship, in front of your fucking face the whole night a few weeks ago. “And even as impossible as it sounds, if there was an actual chance for me with him, we wouldn't work either. I'm complicated. And he doesn't see me like that. He never did. And i'm sure that won't change like ever” you added just convince yourself of everything you said. It was impossible, right? There was no chance in this universe for him to see you like that. You are so far from what he used to date. It's just an innocent crush. You’ll meet someone,right? You saw Max denying with his head.

“y/n, i know you are not the most confident human being i know but be fucking for real, you are not complicated. And everything you said it's nonsense. You are fun to be around, you make him laugh until he pisses himself, you give him his favorite things, you bake him cookies and pies, you listen to him when he is sad, you are like the bestest person next to him. And let me tell you, I have no doubts he is into you as much as you are. It's in your eyes guys. You love each other more fondly than you want to admit” he said leaving you speechless for a moment and with a mess of confusion around your head. You wanted to believe him but at the same time you can’t.

“Mic drop, sir” Danny said and they both laughed. You smiled but rolled your eyes in disbelief.

“I wish” you finally said, making Max roll his eyes.

“Two oblivious idiots, can you believe it danny?” Max said ironically and Danny followed him.

“I see it mate. It's sad. I wanna cry” he said.

“You guys are impossible." You declared to go back to your trivial talk about cats and australia barbecue.

(...)

It was a beautiful saturday. You were thankful Ria said yes to accompany you to buy a new outfit for tonight's party. Martin Garrix was in town and lando invited you all to his friend's show. Coffees in hand, you were chatting about everything and anything.

“So the plan is a sexy outfit just to impress your boy?” she teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with the idea that I like lando? As if he would care what I wear or not” you said, a little irritated. You just wanted to conquer someone else tonight to forget about all of this and move one. You knew it was impossible that Lando liked you back so why be stuck in it? You were gonna dress up and doll up and conquer whoever you may please. That was your masterplan.

“Girl, you need to relax. I say it first hand: he cares a lot fucking much. He likes you. I just know.but you two are too dumb to accept it” she said raising her shoulders.

You felt so confused once again. These were Lnados friends who knew him just like you did. First it was Max and Danny and now it is ria. You didn't want to fool yourself. And at the same time you wanted him to know for the longest time. You wanted him to notice you. And you also knew him and you knew how he is with girls and if he liked you then he would've told you by now.

“Ria, dont play with me” you begged. Concern showed in your voice. She gave you a gentle hug by your side.

“I won't ever do that to you y/n. I would never in a million years forgive myself if I did. You're my friend and I just want you to be happy. Believe me” her voice was soft and sweet. You just smile and change the subject. You didn't want to discuss this anymore. Nor did you think you could handle it.

(...)

Saturday night finally came and so did the margaritas you so dearly adore when you needed to forget reality. You were pretty tipsy by now. You met Franco Colapinto and you didn't even know he was invited but oh god he was so fun to be around. You've Been talking to him the whole night about whatever to be honest.and yeah, he looked really hot tonight by the way. You felt lucky he even looked at you and so you followed around.

You bumped into Max at the bar table after ordering yet another margarita. He looked at you a little tipsy as well.

“So you replaced lando for an argentine prince, huh?” He teased you.

“Oh shut the fuck up verstappen. Were in public” you said going back to the barman who was handing you your precious margarita drink. He rolled his eyes.

“Be careful. Lando's not happy” he said and disappeared into the people holding his vodka with red bull. Weird mix but he was loyal to his employers i guess.

You came back to where Franco was waiting for you to be back. He looked so cute under the lights in that white shirt he was wearing. And speaking of white shirt you saw Lando talking to him. You cursed yourself right there. You may or may not have ignored him the whole night. But you just couldn't face him after what all your friends said. You just didn't want to be tempted by his pretty shiny green eyes and his mouth. Oh what you'd give up just to taste his lips.

“Oh there is the missing girl,” Lando said, looking at you when you arrived and smiling nervously. The tension established between you two even Franco noticed it.

“Guess it is my turn to go to the bar. Be right back, guys” he said and left the two of you alone. You took a sip from your glass avoiding his sight.

“What's wrong with you?” he said kind of offended? Anger could be clearly heard in his voice. You sighed not knowing what to answer.

“What do you mean lando?” you decided to play the fool. You wanted to run away. His eyes were intimidating you.

“One day we watch movies together and bake cookies and the other you ignore me for several days and even flirt with another dude straight to my face?” what he just told you took you by surprise. You frowned, confused at his statement. The tension was burning your throat. He got closer and so you finally faced him. You looked at him. His face straight and his eyes dark with a little sparkle. You couldn't read what was going on inside him. Maybe he was just as confused as you were. “You look too pretty in that dress to be talking to him and not me” you could breathe his warm breath tasting tequila mixed with lemon. You swallowed hard. Your insides exploded. what was happening? He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. His touch burns your skin sending shivers down your spine. This was actually happening? Your hands were shaking. You really thought about what to tell him. A devilish smile appeared in his face when he thought he left you speechless. But you weren't ready to let him win.

“Well, for your information, I'm single and I can talk to wherever my vagina pleases so that shouldn't be none of your business. Also, why would I talk to you if you have been talking with more than one girl tonight? I'm a selective lady. What can I say” you smiled innocently.

He bit his lip. He tightened his grip around you. More possessive. More irresistible. Your innocent smile turns into a triumph smile. ”so if you dont mind i’ll keep talking to Franco and luckly fuck him. Have a good night Landito” you said provocatively leaving lando hanging into his words as you pulled away and walked away from him. His brain is malfunctioning.

And as you promised you kissed and fucked Franco Colpinto that night.

(...)

It was already the next sunday and Lando had disappeared. There was nowhere to be found. He didn't reply to your texts nor your calls. He became just dead silent. That made you feel even more confused than you already were. What did it mean what happened at the party? What were his intentions? Why didn't you kiss him? You were torn into feeling guilty and stupid at the same time. Like you had an actual chance with him but you didn't take it. And you didn't even know why. You hated yourself so much for that. How stupid.

Max, Lando's best friend, invited you over along with Pietra and Lando. You were cooking some vanilla flavored cookies with chocolate chips. The famous crumble cookies. Lando has been pretty much ignoring you. And you have been really quiet. Very unusual both ways. The tension was irritating. Max and Pietra tried to play it cool but it was very uncomfortable. When Lando came back from the bathroom, Max took him into the terrace and you stayed with pietra inside in the kitchen doing your stuff.

“Babe, what happened between you two?” she sounded genuinely worried. You sighed stressed.

“To be honest with you, I don't know. After a weird moment at the party last Saturday, he has been ust ignoring me. I didn't know if he was even alive if Max didn't invite us here. Very childish in my opinion but what can I say? I Didn't face him either.” you explained and pietra frowned her eyebrows.

“You need to talk honey. You need to tell him” she said, sobbing in your arms. You pressed your lips together looking outside through the glass door straight to lando seriously talking to max.

(...)

After the worst and most traumatic hang around with Max and Pietra - the cookies were great by the way - Lando offered to give you a ride and you said yes. Probably the worst decision of your life because the tensi could be cut by a knife and it was hard to breathe of how dense the air was inside the car. His radio was playing Jmaes Blunt ‘you’re beautiful". It was one of your favorite songs. How pretty was to you to enamour someone just by existing in the subway going to work or going back from university. You just romanticized that idea. You started mumbling the lyrics in a whisper just to not disrupt his comfort. But after a few seconds he turned off the radio and you looked at him weirded out.

“I can't do this anymore,” he said, parking his car on the side of the road. Anxiety kicked you. You licked your lips looking at your hands and he was just starting to nowhere outside his car window.

“I really like you y/n. I am in love with you in fact. And dim so stupid i realized about it when i saw you with Franco kissing. His hands touching you grossed me out. It felt wrong because that should've been me - not him” he finally looked at you. What he just said took you by surprise and you wanted to cry but holded inside. You looked back at him. The knot in your throat was unbearable.

“We are idiots,” you said, remembering what Max said to you a couple of months ago.”Because I'm in love with you. I was too afraid to tell you and ruin what he had. Losing you terrifies me. And to be honest I just thought you wouldn't even look at me that way. I never felt pretty enough for you, I don't know why” when he heard you say that last sentence his heart sank.

“I always felt you were out of my league to be honest. Please, y/n, you're gorgeous, and funny as fuck, and intelligent, and sweet and such a great person. You're almost perfect. Don't ever talk about you like that. I'm just an idiot. A normal stupid ass dude. Don't compare yourself like that ever again” he said feeling a little guilty for you to feel that way even though it was not his fault.

You gave him a soft smile nodding.”you know? I can't believe every single friend of yours told me for months that you liked me and I just couldn't believe it. How dumb I gotta be. So I'll fight the intelligent compliment of yours” you said, making him laugh.

“But let's be honest, who thinks straight when they are in love?” he said with the most precious smile and sparkly eyes looking at you so fondly. You knew you had heart eyes in your eyes.

“Fair point” you said, smiling widely. And you giggled out of nervousness. He did too.

Two kids in love. You dreamed about this day for so many years. You just hoped that it wasn't another dream because it felt like one. And without asking, Lando took you out of your self doubt and inner conversion pressing his lips into yours in the most felt kiss you have ever given. The man that you are Lando norris. You cupped his face on your hands making the kiss more intimate and passionate. A kiss you two wanted to give for so long. You said everything in that kiss. You just knew this was it. This was the start of the most exciting and magical love story. And it was yours.

It was him. It has always been him. Lando. Your best friend. Him and no one else by your side.

(...)

Your eyes filled with tears of joy. You were at the wedding of one of your best friends: max verstappen. Lando was holding your hand gently and so dearly. They were speaking their vows and everything was so emotional. You were such a sensitive soul. Lando loved that about you. So pure in emotions. So vulnerable yet so strong and brave. That was you and watching the isle,he knew it was you who was gonna be there with him when the moment came around. The bride kissed the man and you two cheered the new wife and husband of the group. You looked at Lando for a moment knowing he was the love of your life and it was gonna be you two there one day.

What you did not expect was to take in your own hands the wife’s bouquet announcing you were next in line to get married. Youcelebrated in happiness and laughter around your friends and Lando. You kissed him so fondly.

“I love you bestie” you said between his lips grabbing him by the neck, the bouquet in one of your hands.

“I love you bestie, forever” he said with heart eyes hugging you looking at you with love in every fiber of his body.

“Forever and always” you assured him.

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[vax-merstappen]

feelings (ln4)

my fist lando fic! lmk if you enjoy!

summary: in which lando clearly has feelings for you but will not confess, no matter how many plans you and your friends come up with.

warning: some swearing, lando being an idiot

Ever since you had been invited to join Quadrant by your best friend Ria, you had become increasingly close with the rest of the group. Niran was the first one you got close to, him welcoming you into the group with open arms and listening to all your content ideas. Soon after, you got close to Max, Aarav, and Steve, the boys always making sure you felt like a part of the group. Lando, with his busy schedule, took longer for you to get to know and have in your life.

But when you and Lando finally hit it off, you couldn't imagine what your life had been like before him. You found yourself watching Formula 1 races more often and wearing various pieces of merch sent to you by Lando himself. Occasionally, you would find yourself with a text from him, asking how your day had been or wondering if you would be free to grab dinner while he was in town for a few days.

But soon the tone began to change. You spent many late nights at his apartment, laughing over inside jokes. The random gifts from countries around the world kept appearing more often. Your phone calls got longer and longer until neither of you wanted to hang up.

It seemed like Lando Norris was into you.

You decided to ask Ria about it one day. After all, she had known the man longer than you.

"Hey, do you think Lando is into me?"

Ria gave you a shocked look. "Did you only now just pick up on it?"

"Yeah...?"

"He thought you were hot before you even joined Quadrant. He was avoiding getting to know you because he was intimidated by you at the start. But clearly that has changed."

"Yeah, now he's made it obvious."

"Has he confessed to liking you?"

"Not yet. But i really don't feel like he will any time soon. I mean, there have been so many opportunities when I've been alone with him at his house. And when we've gotten dinner. Or when he's driven me home."

Ria smiled. "Then we'll have to make him confess. Give him an opportunity he can't pass up."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

---

You had asked Lando to a fancy restaurant in London and reserved a private table with help from Ria, whose family knew the owners. Lando had picked you up in his McLaren, dressed up in a suit. If you hadn't found him attractive before, this would have done the trick.

Dinner was delicious and you enjoyed the flavors while having casual conversation. You laughed over stories from his previous race weekend while you caught him up on the antics going on with the Quadrant group.

"This sure is a nice restaurant, what made you want to dine somewhere special tonight?" he asked.

You could have told him, but you wanted him to confess first.

"Oh, you know. To celebrate someone very special to me being home for once."

"Am I special to you?"

"Yes, Lando. You mean a lot to me."

You held eye contact in the awkward silence that followed. "Stop getting all sentimental on me!" he exclaimed. "You gonna start crying?"

"I might if I have to put up with you for too much longer, let's get the check," you replied, rolling your eyes before laughing.

It seemed like this plan wasn't going to work.

---

Niran sighed dramatically. "So you told him he meant a lot to you and he told you to stop being sentimental? That man is an idiot!"

"I know, right? Any ideas on how we can get him to confess?"

"Easy. Quadrant truth or drink hot sauce video. We ask him point blank if he likes you and he has to answer."

You agreed to Niran's idea and you both got to work writing the questions. A few days later, when Lando was available for the shoot, you had set up in the studio with you three and Ria. The questions started simple.

"So do you watch all of Lando's races?" Ria asked you.

"Of course I do! Wouldn't want to miss one."

You saw Lando smile at your response out of the corner of your eye. Just more evidence the man had fallen for you. You looked at your next question for Niran.

"Have you ever ghosted someone?"

"I have. She wasn't too happy about that one," Niran said.

Niran looked at you for a few seconds as he picked up the next question card. You gave a barely perceptible smile and nod to indicate that you wanted to go along with the plan.

"Lando, do you like y/n?"

Lando's gaze flicked to you before he burst out into laughter. "What kind of question is that? Of course I like y/n! They are a great friend."

Clearly, the question hadn't been worded correctly. Or Lando was finding a way out of admitting his feelings. When you watched the video back before it went out to the internet, you noticed that Lando blushed when Niran asked the question. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve while he answered, unlike in any of the other questions. He knew the implications and what Niran was getting at. Clearly you would have to try something else.

---

"So you think he does like me?"

Max Fewtrell turned in his chair to face you. "I don't think he likes you. I know he likes you. The man has been down bad ever since he met you. I've never seen him look at anybody else the way he looks at you, like you're the only person he can see."

"But how do I get him to say so?"

Max sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"We're going to make you into Lando Norris' dream girl. He won't be able to resist you."

"What exactly does that entail?"

Apparently, it entailed a full day of spending time with Lando. The day would start with you taking him on a trip to Top Golf, where you would show off that you knew how to hit a golf ball. Next was inviting Lando over to your house for dinner. It would be a home cooked meal of microwave chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, two foods Lando adored but did not eat often. For dessert, it would be ice cream sundaes, a notorious favorite of Lando's. Activities for the night included Mario Kart and sitting together on the couch and watch episodes of Money Heist, one of his favorite shows.

Max said that if he didn't confess his feelings by the end of this night, the man truly was beyond hope.

It was a long day full of activities Lando loved, but surely this would do the trick that nothing else had. You started by going to Top Golf as planned. Little did Lando know, but you had practiced a bit before the trip so that your golfing skills would be attractive to Lando.

"Woah, you can really hit a golf ball!" Lando exclaimed, watching as you swung.

"What, you thought I would be bad?"

"Of course not, I just hoped I might be able to impress you."

You smiled, sensing that you were one step closer to getting Lando to ask you out. Even though golfing may not have been your favorite thing in the world, it was having the intended effect.

Next of course was the dinner. You drove Lando back to your place and led him inside. Of course he had been over a few times before, but this time felt different somehow.

"So what's for dinner?" he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"I thought we could do something easy, like chicken nuggets and mac and cheese."

"Oh my god! Are you a picky eater too? I never noticed before."

You nodded. "Yeah, I mean I like a lot of foods but there are many I don't like as well."

"How were we not friends sooner?"

You tried not to let any emotions show that he had again called you his friend, but the night was not beyond saving yet. There were still four more stages to the grand plan Max had made.

When you brought out the ice cream sundaes, you could sense his heart starting to melt just like the treat in the bowls. The looks he gave you were different now, like he couldn't take his gaze away from you. And to be fair, you couldn't stop looking at his freckles and his blueish eyes.

"Want to play Mario Kart?" you asked nonchalantly, as if the night hadn't been planned from the start.

"You know I love beating you at video games."

You rolled your eyes. "You say that like I didn't win 5-0 last time we played."

"Oh you're in for it now!"

The competition was close, you winning the first two rounds and Lando winning the next two. In a close battle for victory, you got a red shell that sent Lando spinning and you passing him to claim first place.

"So who's beating who at video games now?" you asked tauntingly.

"It wasn't fair, I got distracted," he whined.

"By what?"

"You."

You couldn't help but blush. "What did I do to distract you?"

"You were shouting at me the whole race, how could I tune that out?" he laughed. A slight wave of disappointment passed through you.

"Want to watch TV?" you asked.

"What show?"

"Money heist? I've been watching that lately."

"Oh my god that's one of my favorite shows! How did you not tell me that you were watching it?"

"I guess it slipped my mind."

You sat next to each other on your small couch, legs pressed up against each other due to how close together you were sitting. It seemed like the night was a waste. You had done all of Lando's favorite things and still he couldn't bring himself to tell you his feelings. Maybe he just wasn't into you? Even though his friends had all reassured you that the signs were there, doubt started to creep in.

You were three episodes in and all of your hope was gone.

"I think I'm going to head home after this one," Lando said. "But thanks for having me over, I had a real good time."

"I did too, Lando."

The credits rolled and you turned off the TV. Lando got up from the couch and you felt cold where the physical contact with him had disappeared. The opportunity was closing fast.

"Lando, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"I...do yo...have you..."

"Just spit it out."

"Do you have feelings for me? Like more than friends kind of feelings?"

Lando was silent for a moment. "Yeah. I have for a long time and I just didn't know how to let you know. Didn't want to ruin our friendship."

You sighed dramatically. "Are you fucking kidding me, Lando Norris? I took you on a date at a fancy restaurant?"

"Oh my god, that's what that was all about?"

"And then I had Niran ask you if you liked me? And you called me a great friend?"

"Well I couldn't just say it to Niran could I?"

"I was right there! And then this whole night I've been waiting for you to ask me out. You were just going to leave!"

"Ok maybe that one is my fault."

"Lando Norris you are completely oblivious!"

"I know I'm so sorry I didn't-"

You silence him with a kiss on his lips. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you. Even if you can be oblivious."

Lando looked at you before pulling you in for another kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow. Let me take you on a proper date for once, one that I'll actually realize is a date."

"I can't wait."

---

"So you had to confess to him?" Max asked incredulously. "That man is worse than I ever thought."

"Yeah, he was just going to leave without saying anything."

"Jesus Christ."

You laughed. "But at least it's over now, you don't have to watch us pine for each other anymore."

Max rolled his eyes. "But now I have to deal with you being all sappy together. I don't know what's worse."

"Well I can tell you which option I prefer."

[shuchu]

stressed w enrollment but hrngngngn……….. surprising luxiem w a bunny suit…………… ive been thinking abt buying one to show off to my bf but OUGHRHGJRNGNH…………… shu teasingly calling u “usagi-chan” once he gets over his initial shock 🤤

i'm sorry to hear that you've been stressed, i hope enrolment went well anon!! & sorry for the suuuper late response to your thirst ;w;

gosh, how fitting is this now that it's the new year and it's the year of the rabbit

imagine getting a bunny suit to surprise the luxiem boys on new years' eve (〃 ω 〃) thank you for the idea ♡

i'm really fucking rusty so please bare with me ;w;

the thought of shu calling me usagi-chan got me screaming without the s

nsfw/suggestive, minors dni

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ VOX AKUMA

his eyes widen and his gaze rakes up and down you admiring how snug that bunny suit fits on you, showcasing all your curves

he gulps visibly, knowing that it's not gonna be long before his erection becomes painfully obvious

you giggle at his reaction and ask shyly, "you like it babe?"

"like it? good god, i love it." he says with a groan while walking towards you

"how can someone look so hot yet be so fucking cute? i don't know how you do it every time my love."

he gives you a peck on the lips before saying, "do a little spin for me."

you do as you're told and when you turn back around you see him scanning your body slowly from your head, down to your feet and back up

he strides towards you and leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

he then picks you up bridal style and starts walking to the bedroom, his erection straining painfully against its confinements

you know damn well that he's going to fuck you dumb in that bunny suit

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ MYSTA RIAS

you walk into his stream room to surprise him with the bunny suit

"babe, i just got this new outfit, how do i look?"

he turns to look at you and he does a double take, his eyes expanding to the size of saucers and his jaw drops

"holy shit y/n...y-you look amazing!" he says while shifting a little in his seat

you giggle, knowing that your boyfriend is getting a little excited

you walk a little closer to him to give him a peck on the lips

his hand moves to your sides, slowly moving them up and down, while he takes in the sight before him

a few minutes pass and he stands up abruptly and says, "we need to go to the bedroom, now."

"w-wait...why?"

"i can't take it anymore, i need you. work can wait."

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ LUCA KANESHIRO

"lucaaaa~" you call out to him in a sing song voice while walking into the living room where luca was chilling, watching some youtube videos

"hmm? what is it honey?" he asks before turning to look at you and his jaw drops. he's stunned and a slight pink tints his cheeks as he scans your figure

"do you like it?"

"do i like it? y-yeah i do...i really do..." he says before licking his lips slightly

his eyes are focused on the way the suit hugs your hips, accentuating it

you giggle when you realise where he's looking at and you say teasingly, "babe, my eyes are up here."

his eyes slowly move up to meet yours and you see the want and need in his eyes

he beckons you to sit on his lap and you do, he then kisses you, his arms holding you close to him

after a few minutes you had to lean back to catch your breath and luca whines a little chasing your lips

he slots his lips against yours again and mumbles, "you look so pretty, so so pretty."

"i can't help it...i want you y/n." he says in between kisses

he swiftly moves to lay you down on the couch, detaching himself from your lips to your neck

you know where this goes after that (￢‿￢ )

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ IKE EVELAND

"ikey can you come in here and help me pull the zipper up? i can't reach."

"sure! are you trying on a new ou-" he stops in his tracks and his eyes widen

you chuckle slightly and he shakes his head a little to come back to his senses before walking to you to help pull the zipper up

both your gazes meet in the reflection of the mirror and he gushes, "you look stunning my love. but what is this for?"

"well it's going to be the year of the rabbit so i just thought that maybe getting a bunny outfit would be cute."

ike hums and his eyes scan your body before wrapping his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek

"my little bunny."

the mental image of you in that bunny suit will be stuck in ike's mind for a while and he blushes a little everytime he thinks about it

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ SHU YAMINO

"shu~ i need your opinion on the outfit that i'm wearing."

"sure, let me see it." he says, turning to face the door

when you walk in with the bunny suit on, his eyes widen and his cheeks turn a little red

"w-whoa..."

you do a little spin for him and you ask, "so? what do you think of it?"

shu visibly gulps and stutters, "um...i- i think you look great!"

"really?" you giggle a little, "i thought it'll be nice to get since it's going to be the year of the rabbit y'know?"

shu smiles, "i like it babe."

"my little usagi-chan." he says with a slight smirk, teasing you

now your cheeks start heating up and you can't maintain eye contact with him

shu chuckles and stands up from his chair to embrace you, "you're adorable."

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💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader

💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI

💗 Summary Three years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.

But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.

💗  Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort.

💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️

Love, Ria

💗 Chapter wordcount 4,8k

💗 Series index: 1 2

“The drought was the very worst, ah-ah. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, ah-ah, ah-ah. You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore” -Taylor Swift

💗💗💗MARCH 2022💗💗💗

Your daughter, Hana.

Amid the rapid-fire questions echoing in Namjoon's head, his pulse raced as you introduced the unexpected star of the show—

Who had just barged into the already tense conference room.

Like a small– But charming tornado. 

"Everyone, this is my daughter, Hana. Baby, say hi; they will work with mommy." You said sitting her on your lap.

"Hello, I’m Hana. I’m Three years old.” Hana greeted, her innocence oozing charm. 

She spoke korean. 

That made Namjoon smile.

Cute.

"Baby Hana, do you know who we are?" Jimin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded. Did she?

"You are Jimin, Jk, V, Jin, J-Hope, Suga, and… Rap Monster?” Hana’s innocent attempt earned laughter from everyone.

 Everyone but Namjoon.

He halted what he was doing, a sudden realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

She was three years old. 

And she looked like him.

Too much like him. 

“She’s so polite!” Jimin exclaimed.

“That’s so cute!” chimed in V.

“Are you an army, baby Hana?” Jin inquired, curious.

“No,” Hana replied. “I like Seventeen more.”  Jin's shocked expression made everyone burst with laughter.

“Oh! But we’re cooler than them!” Jin tried to protest.

“I’m sorry; she has her interests, and right now, she’s obsessed with Wonwoo from Seventeen.” you tried to explain. But Seokjin was already about to get into a fight with a three year old to prove that, In fact, BTS were much cooler. 

Not that Namjoon had a problem with Seventeen.

But he considered himself objectively cooler than them. 

He stopped mid thought. Why the hell is he caring so much of what a toddler thought?

"Hana! Here you are!" A tall man with glasses emerged, breaking the charm of the moment. "We apologize for the interruption. Our Hana tends to run too fast. I am Eric Lee, Stardom’s chief financial operator and Y/N’s husband," he added, the unnecessary detail sending a ripple through the room.

The oblivious members resumed their excitement, but Namjoon felt like a computer crashing and about to explode. The mathematical calculations in his head were on the brink of causing a stroke.

If Namjoon's eyes could kill, Eric would be a bloody stain on the floor. Jealousy surged within him, a feeling he knew he didn't deserve. 

But your daughter, she was three. 

That meant you met this person around the same time you broke up.

You surely moved fast.

The Eric guy apologized again and took Hana from your arms to take her outside. She smiled at everyone and waved goodbye. 

Her dimpled smile made Namjoon’s heart do a somersault.

The meeting continued as if background noise, but Namjoon's focus shifted to you, studying your face. That girl, she looked too much like him and nothing like this whoever-I-don’t-care guy. 

It couldn't be possible.

He admitted he hurt you. But you would never do that to him.

Right?

If that girl was his.

You would have told him.

But he looked too much like him.

And he needed to talk to you. 

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2017💗💗💗

The conference room hummed with tension.

As the team gathered for a crucial meeting on the North American leg of their Wings Tour. Namjoon, the usually composed leader, wore a furrowed brow and an air of defiance. The discussion centered around their press schedules.

Namjoon's frustration boiled over as he voiced his stance, "I won't be a clown for them. We're artists. I won't subject the group to this circus. Where the only thing they ask us if we had ever eaten a hamburger"

You, seated across the table, shot him an incredulous look.

"Namjoon, we can't afford to cut the press schedules. If we want BTS to break into the mainstream music market, we need exposure. Press appearances are non-negotiable."

He scoffed, "Exposure won't matter if they don't take us seriously. I won't compromise our art for popularity."

The heated exchange drew the attention of the other members and the managers.

This was the third time this week.

And the main managers were starting to think if you were worht all this tenssion.

But you did get them an appearance on the three main late night shows in the US for their tour promotion.

So you two had to learn to get along.

The room crackled as you shot back, "This is not about compromising your art, Namjoon. It's about strategic promotion. We need the media to understand and appreciate you, all of you."

Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger, and just as the confrontation seemed to reach its peak, J-Hope intervened.

"I think it's enough. This is about the success of the group. We'll do what it takes to keep BTS in the public eye, and that includes press appearances."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision sinking in.

Yoongi, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "I get where Namjoon is coming from, but we have to adapt to the market. If this is what it takes, then we'll do it. And Namjoon, you have Y/N's support. She won't let us down."

You nodded, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The resolution hung in the air as the team grudgingly agreed to move forward with the press schedules. 

The future of BTS in the North American market now rests on the delicate balance between you and him.

And none of you would give the other the satisfaction of a win. 

After the intense meeting, you needed a moment to decompress. So you headed to the lounge to join the stylist crew for lunch. 

The atmosphere was more relaxed here, a welcome change from the tension in the conference room. The aroma of delicious foods filled the air as you settled at the table with your colleagues.

As you unwrapped your lunch, the stylist crew delved into a gossip session. 

“Y/N-ssi, Do You know Ha-young? She’s from the makeup team” You nodded. “She just confessed to PD-nim that she caught one-sided feelings with one of the members” the younger stylist said leaning closer to you “Bad girl. She should have known better” 

“My money is on Jimin” one of them said and the others giggled. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl who had just lost her job. 

Their director was unforgiving. 

Just like they have told you on your first day here. Having any type of personal relationship with any of the members was the cardinal sin. 

Poor Ha-young, was going to be blacklisted from the industry, a harsh punishment for what was deemed reckless and unprofessional behavior.

Listening to the gossip, you couldn't help but shake your head. 

The idea of jeopardizing your career for a simple crush seemed both reckless and foolish.

As the chatter continued, you found yourself silently reaffirming your commitment to keeping personal and professional boundaries intact. 

That will never be you.

💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗

“I am really sorry, doll,”

Yoongi murmured, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

“I don’t understand anything that’s happening,” you admitted, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. You patted Hana’s back as she slept peacefully unaware of the deep wound on her mother’s heart.

One that you would have to mend. 

To have the strength to raise a child…

By yourself.

“You know it takes time for him to wrap his head around things. He’ll know better, give him time,” Yoongi offered, his voice reflecting a hint of confusion and frustration with Namjoon's actions.

“I wish I had that luxury, Yoongi. But she’s here. She’s alive, she needs things. I can’t just go and say that I need time. She needs a parent… Both of us.” Yoongi sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation. 

“I considered it, you know? Not Having her” your heart sank confessing this for the first time outloud “But, I guess I was selfish, and I resent myself for it. The selfish side of me wanted to at least have this. But she’s so much more than just us. She’s so special.”

“I can see that,” he replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You hate babies, Min,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“This one’s alright. She’s a part of you too. And that makes her special.”

“I’m scared,” you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your words.

“I know, doll,” Yoongi reassured, his tone softening.

“I don’t know if I can be a good mom to her. I can’t do this alone.”

“First of all, you are not alone. Second of all, you are the most capable, hardworking, and kind person I’ve met. It’s going to be fucking hard? Yes, I’ll not sugarcoat it. But you got this.”

“I want to punch him in the face so much.” You felt the first tears start to fall from your eyes. 

“I know, doll. Me too,” Yoongi admitted, the unspoken understanding between you two creating a bond of shared frustration and support.

Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his gaze filled with both empathy and frustration. "Look, Y/N, I know Namjoon, and this is so unlike him. We've been through everything together for more than ten years, and he's not the type to turn away from responsibilities. There has to be something else going on."

Your eyes filled up with tears again, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I just don't understand why he sent his mother, with an envelope full of money instead of facing us himself. It feels like he's treating us like a burden."

Yoongi's expression hardened, a rare sight for someone known for his calm demeanor. "He messed up big time, and he needs to face the consequences. You and Hana deserve better."

"I thought he loved me. I thought we meant something to each other," you confessed, your voice cracking.

"He does, Y/N. I can't explain his actions, but I've never seen him act this way. Whatever it is, he needs to sort it out. Meanwhile, you focus on being the amazing mother I know you can be."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. BTS isn't just about the stage; we're a family and both of you are a part of it. Families stick together, no matter what."

As you let out a shaky breath, a mixture of gratitude and sadness, you whispered, "Thank you, Yoongi."

"Anytime, doll. You’ve got this," he reassured, his words carrying a promise of solidarity and support. The hotel room, once filled with the weight of uncertainty, now held a glimmer of hope amid the storm of emotions.

You’ve got this. 

You had to. 

💗💗💗MARCH 2017💗💗💗

They just got nominated to an international award.

Everyone else was celebrating their milestone.

But Namjoon just couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to.

He was happy.

For the first time in his life he felt like they were finally receiving the praise they deserved for their art and their hard work.

But the weight of their public persona and the fine lines they could never cross as idols in Korea, was growing heavier by day. And the endless possibilities of major exposure scared the fuck out of him.

They were on their six date of the tour when he felt like he was going to die.

The air backstage in Newark was thick with the aftermath of Namjoon's exhaustion-fueled breakdown.

You found him leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He couldn’t hide the trembling of his hands.

"That's an awful habit you have right there," you commented, eyeing the smoke.

"I can say the same to you," he retorted, nodding at the Coca-Cola can in your hand. "What can I say, everyone picks their own poison." you smiled at him honestly. For the first time. 

Surprisingly, it led to the first civil conversation between you two.

You leaned against the wall beside him, sipping your cola, the fizz providing a rhythmic contrast to the quiet.

He broke the silence, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet, dancing to whatever tune the media plays."

"It’s okay to feel tired sometimes, you know?" you offered.

"I do, but being their leader and their spokesperson. I can’t afford to be nervous or too tired," Namjoon admitted. "I speak for myself in these interviews. It is a huge weight on my shoulders to speak for everyone. Sometimes they might not agree with what I’m saying."

"Yeah, I reckon Panda Express being your favorite restaurant in America is a pretty controversial opinion," you teased, earning a hearty laugh from him.

"Do you think they are going to ever take us seriously?" he asked with a laugh and a touch of desperation.

"They better do. You guys will own this industry one day."

He shot you a grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease.

"That is a pretty controversial opinion. I am a 'what’s your favorite American food' away from literally losing it," he confessed.

"You know," you began, changing the topic with a playful grin, "I think your controversial opinions are what make you more human to your fans. They love you for being real."

Namjoon chuckled, the tension dissipating. "Maybe I should start a blog—'Kim Namjoon's Unfiltered Thoughts.'"

"You might break the internet with that," you joked, enjoying the rare camaraderie.

As the conversation lightened, you both shared a laugh, finding solace in this unexpected connection. The backstage chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of understanding.

"You'll do fine. You always do," you reassured him.

"Thank you."

As a friendly gesture, you pulled a small disinfectant from your pocket.

"Manager Sejin was looking for you; you better use this before he finds you. You don't want him scolding you for the smell." you said before turning away to head back inside. 

Namjoon chuckled, taking the disinfectant. "Thanks, Y/N. For being here."

"Anytime, Joon," you replied, the use of the nickname a testament to the newfound camaraderie

He smiled, and the scent of the disinfectant mixed with your fragrance, like flowers in the air.

As Namjoon walked away, disappearing into the backstage hustle, he took a moment to collect his thoughts. 

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, it was Sejin, the ever-watchful manager, threading through the maze of crew members and equipment.

You approached him, noting the stern expression on his face. "Mr. Sejin, you were looking for Namjoon?"

He nodded, "Yes, he needs to wrap up the interviews and rest. The schedule is tight, and we can't afford any delays."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward Namjoon. "He's doing his best, Sejin. But he's human, not a machine."

Namjoon was about to walk to where you were but that coment made him freeze on his feet.

Sejin sighed, his stern expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I just worry about them all. The pressure is immense."

"It is, but moments like these," you gestured to the chaotic backstage, "it is good remind them that they're not alone."

He offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right. Well, let's make sure Namjoon gets some rest."

As you both navigated the backstage maze, you didn’t know he listened to the conversation. And he couldn't shake off the unexpected warmth that had emerged from the brief encounter with you. 

The chaotic world of stardom was vast, but in that moment, a connection had formed—one that hinted at the resilience and humanity behind the larger-than-life personas.

Maybe you weren’t that bad.

💗💗💗AUGUST 2021💗💗💗

You had gone to a therapist when Hana was two. 

The therapist's office had become a sanctuary for you, you needed guidance on the hard task of being a single mother to Hana. 

She was going to ask the inevitable questions about her father one day. And you needed to know what to say. But no amount of therapy could have prepared yourself for this day. 

Hana was smart, too smart for her age. 

And when you came back from a playdate at her friends house. 

She wanted answers to her questions. 

"Why don't I have a daddy?"

You two were back in her room getting ready to sleep and you knew that question was coming.

You took a deep breath as you sat next to her, trying to find the right words. "All families are different, baby. Some have a mommy and a daddy. Some have two mommies or two daddies. Some, like ours, have a mommy and all your uncles and aunts. Isn't that fun?"

"It is fun," she replied, but the dissatisfaction lingered in her eyes. She had more questions, and you knew your initial answer wasn't enough.

And now she discovered kpop. 

And she was obsessed with it. 

You felt like throwing up everytime you saw him on your screen. 

The bitter reminder that she deserved to know the truth. However, you weren't ready to shatter the illusion just yet. Telling anyone that her father was the leader of the biggest music group in history seemed unbelievable.

You knew how crazy you will sound.

Even your therapist had a hard time believing your story the first time you went to her.

But, your daughter was the living image of her father.

And you had shown her your old Big Hit contract for her to finally believe you.

"So I don’t have a dad?" Hana's expectant eyes pleaded for an honest answer.

"You do have one. He is living his dream, making millions of people happy," you stammered, your hands trembling as you combed her hair. Even though Hana was still a child, she sensed the discomfort and wisely chose not to press the topic any further—for today.

Later that night, as if the universe mocked you, he appeared on your TV screen. "I want to be a dad," he confessed to the interviewer, his smile was radiant as always. It felt like a punch to your stomach, the wine glass slipping from your hand and staining the new rug.

Fuck him. 

He was a dad. He just chose not to be one. 

The fandom even had the joke that he had a hidden wife and kids. 

You entertained thoughts of shattering his public image, creating rumors that could strip away the disarming smile he flaunted. But the truth was, you could never inflict that pain on your daughter.

As the wine stain marred your rug, you vowed to shield Hana from the harsh realities as long as you could. But beneath your composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged.

Just for a little longer.

She will soon be old enough to understand.

But you didn't look forward breaking her heart with the news that her father didn't want her in his life.

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2018💗💗💗

Everyone was tense.

The word disbandment floated heavily on the air. 

After this morning’s team meeting things were pretty rough. 

They were tired. 

They felt like nothing was working in their favor. 

Some of the members wanted a break. 

Some of them wanted to keep going. 

He had to remain unbiased. 

You knew how unfair it was. 

For him and for all of them.

Message from NJ:  meet me upstairs. studio. 

You knew what that meant. 

He wanted to fuck the frustration away. 

And you would be lying if  you said you didn’t want to. 

This was the riskiest thing you've ever done yet. You knew how dangerous it was for you especially. You were breaking your own rule and you were being careless. 

You knew perfectly well what were the consecuences of what you were doing.

But you couldn’t get to care enough to stop you from hurriedly hitting the lock combination of his Studio. 

His tired eyes greeted you. And a second later you were pinned to the wall behind you, hands everywhere and not enough at the same time.

And you wanted to ignore how much it hurt you that you were just this to him.

A relief.

“I missed this” he whispered against your lips. His tounge tasting your lower lips. Wanting to savour everything before devouring it all at once.

You missed it too. 

But you were too stubborn to say it outloud. 

And he was too, trying to pretend that he missed this whatever you had going on.

Instead of just you. 

As always it started like a fight for dominance. His kisses carrying a hunger that transcended mere physical release. The urgency in his touch revealed a deeper need, one he was too stubborn to acknowledge.

Namjoon steps between your thighs and you can feel how much he needed this. His body is warm against yours as he lowers his lips to kiss down the column of your neck.

"You smell so good" you feel the soft breeze of his breath against your skin. And before you could reciprocate his words you felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting the same spot of your skin he just kissed a second ago.

"Namjoon-" a small whisper leaves your lips and a wave of conflicted feelings wash over his body.

He wanted to drown the world around you.

Where only the two of you existed.

And that scared him.

How much he really needed you.

He lifted you, his grip momentarily loosing his balance, and both of you erupted into laughter as you tumbled onto the sofa. "I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes holding a vulnerability that surpassed the laughter. "I'm just... I'm so tired."

His heart was breaking. 

With a gentle smile, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away his tears. "It’s okay, Joonie. Everything is going to be okay."

Your words rendered him defenseless. He was so tired of pretending he didn’t feel safe in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his body trembling with sobs. 

He called you to fuck his frustration out of his system. 

Just like you’ve been doing for a few months now. 

But now on his studio floor he had a realization he wasn’t ready to confess just yet. 

Everything else he had been saying to himself about you was a lie.

How he didn’t care; that you were just a passing crush. That he was too tired and too frustrated and that you both enjoyed each other’s company. That you were only good sex to him.

All of that was a lie.

As he kept crying and hugging you on his studio floor. 

Both of you came to the same conclusion silently. 

This wasn’t just sex; friends-with-benefits secret thing you had going on. 

It was something much more complicated. 

Something that could potentially destroy you.

The two of you stayed in silence on the floor, still wrapped on each other's arms.

That was the moment Namjoon realized.

He called you for sex.

But he just needed you.

💗💗💗MARCH 2022💗💗💗

A Battleground.

That's how the room felt like it had become a battleground of emotions, the air thick with tension as memories and unspoken words lingered between you and Namjoon.

He dragged you into a conference room. It had been a week since you had met again and they were preparing to go back to Korea. 

There was silence.

The air froze between the two of you. Alone for the first time in three years, you imagined this moment so many times. You could almost play out how it was going to go. 

Last time you were alone in a conference room he told you he loved you. Whispered like an oath against your lips.

Just like the one you were in.

Today he stared back at you, all his movements were calculated. As if he was making sure it was real. That the girl who was playing outside in your office was just a dream… 

Or a joke. 

It felt like a joke. 

And you both were the punchline. 

Namjoon's gaze intensified, the atmosphere heavy with unsaid words. Finally, the tension snapped as he demanded, "Is she... mine? That girl, is she my daughter?." His voice, sharp and accusing, cut through the room.

For a small heartbeat of time you considered lying.

But what was the point? He knew. He just chose to ignore it. 

"Yes, Namjoon, she's your daughter," you replied, your voice strained, trying to keep a semblance of control. “Her name is Hana Lee.”

Two heartbeats passed before he spoke again. And you realized This was a Namjoon you did not know. The young man you once knew, was filled with raw emotions and always had something to say. Usually, he spoke way before he thought. 

The man before you was a diplomat. You could see his mind working, calculating all the right words to say next. 

He was deflecting, you knew what he was doing.

You trained him to do that.

He was controlling his real emotions and speaking like at a press conference.

“Lee?” His voice started to fill with an anger that seethed beneath the surface. Like molten lava fighting the cracks of a volcano to rise to the surface. 

You were too civil, faking control and composure. And you both knew it was a matter of seconds before all hell broke loose. 

"You gave another man's last name to my daughter" his eyes darkened in disbelief and you couldn't help but chuckle at his nonsense.

If he was going to be this cruel.

You could play the game just as well.

You both were used to tearing each other into pieces anyway.

"You weren't there to give her yours, so." your voice sounded even more cynical than you intended it to be “She has my husband’s last name.”

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" 

A sour chuckle escaped your lips “Did you expect a wedding invite?”. 

He clenched his jaw furrowing his eyebrows. “I meant… the fact that I have a daughter.”

"I did," you shot back, frustration bubbling over. "Got on a plane for sixteen hours with a baby on my lap. But you didn't want to see me. You sent money and told me to stay away. What was I supposed to do?"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"You don't know what I’m talking about” You repeated, bitterness lacing your words. “Let me refresh your memory, shall we? Your mother and  Sejin handed me an envelope full of money, told me to disappear." You were shouting now, you realized. You didn’t know when you started to shout.

All the things you have wanted to say for  three years started to flow out of you like a dam that had just broken.

And the water would destroy everything on its way.

Starting with the both of you.

Namjoon's expression twisted in confusion. "I would never do that to you." his tone was accusatory now “I didn’t know. There has to be another reason.”

“And what other reason would I have to raise a child by myself? With no more than two suitcases and sleeping on Hyung-Joon’s couch for a year.” Anger surged within you. "Oh yeah. Because having an unplanned child out of wedlock would have 'destroyed you and Bangtan,' as your manager put it. Since you just didn't have enough balls to say it to my face."

Namjoon's features shifted from confusion to a hint of regret. "I... I didn't know. I would never have done that."

“I don’t understand what game you’re playing right now Kim Namjoon, but I’ll tell you something. It 's over. I will not let you make fun of us anymore” Your throat tightened and the tears started to itch your eyes. “You left me a letter, remember? and the text message after that. “I hope you understand”.” you said, mocking his voice.

He was about to speak but you didn't let him.

"They said you didn't want anything to do with us. And that if I ever came back, they would take Hana away from me. That I was just a minor mistake, an experience you just needed to have'' Tears were falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t pretend anymore. It hurt too much. "Riding the white horse isn't what you call it, right? And that my daughter was just the consequence of my own carelessness. That I should have known better."

“That didn’t… I didn’t” 

“You didn't do what?” You turned your face to see the windows, unable to look at him anymore. "You can't just waltz in here and pretend like you didn’t know," you said, your voice cracking with rage. "You missed everything, Namjoon."

“Y/n” his voice was barely a whisper as you felt his finger touch your wrist. Electricity traveled through your whole body. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.” 

“Bullshit” 

“Why didn't you come back to me?" Namjoon's voice softened, regret coloring his words. 

Your laughter was bitter, filled with the pain of betrayal. "You sent me away, Namjoon. I couldn't just come back after that."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I waited for you at the hotel. I called you so many times that day." he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I waited for hours and you never came. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have taken responsibility for my daughter? That I would send her away? Send you away?"

He was close, too close to you now. 

You could bear his presence from a distance.

But not this close.

This close you couldn't pretend that your heart wasn't reaching out to him.

"I don't know, Namjoon. When you have a child, a life to protect. You would do anything to keep them safe. From anyone and everything. Not that you would know any of that" The words slipped from you before you realized how low of a blow was that. But you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

"Because we both know what you would choose if it came between the group or us." You stopped and smiled at him bitterly "And I understand, Namjoon. I truly do. You were finally living the dream you sacrificed everything for. I don't blame you anymore for it."

"I understand"

And you truly did.

You knew how much he sacrificed.

He fought for his success with teeth and nails.

They all did.

And you knew how unfair it would have been to ask for him to drop everything for you and your daughter.

You understood him.

And that was the worst of it.

"I could never do that to you. I love you, and I always have," he said, desperation lacing his voice.

There were those words again. 

Whispered in the quiet peace of an empty conference room. 

Last time they were the mischief of a shared secret. 

Today they felt like a confession to a crime. 

You were about to respond when you heard a small knock on the door. Your eyes never left Namjoon's, the intensity of the unspoken words lingering between you like a heavy fog.

Namjoon stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you. He cleared his throat, the diplomat persona returning, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. "We're not done," he said, a mixture of command and plea in his voice.

As the door creaked open, your eyes darted to see a petite figure standing there, a shadow in the doorway. Hana's eyes mirrored yours, wide and uncertain as she looked between the two adults. The air thickened with tension, the past colliding with the present in a collision of conflicting emotions.

"Mommy, who is he?" 

Hana's innocent voice cut through the charged atmosphere. Her gaze shifted from you to Namjoon, her curiosity evident. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

Namjoon's eyes softened as he looked at Hana, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracked. "I'm... a friend of your mommy's," he said, his words carefully chosen.

"A friend?" Hana repeated in Korean, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She might be young, but she wasn't oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.

She was smart. Even for her age, she was quick to understand the things that were in front of her.

Just like him.

You knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yes, sweetheart, just a friend," you assured her, shooting a pointed glance at Namjoon. 

The distance between you felt like an unbridgeable abyss.

Namjoon, sensing the tension, attempted a reassuring smile, but it looked strained. "I heard you like drawing. Do you draw a lot?" he asked, trying to engage Hana in a conversation that felt more awkward than casual.

Hana nodded, her gaze never leaving Namjoon. "I like drawing flowers," she replied, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing as she shared a piece of her world.

Namjoon crouched down to her eye level, a genuine smile softening his features. 

"Flowers are beautiful. Maybe you can show me your drawings sometime?" he suggested.

Hana's eyes flickered between you and Namjoon, processing the complex dynamics in the room. "Okay, but only if Mommy says it's okay," she declared, a hint of protectiveness in her voice.

Namjoon glanced at you, seeking approval. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the silent agreement. Hana's presence had inadvertently shifted the focus, giving you a momentary reprieve from the emotional confrontation.

As Namjoon and Hana engaged in a tentative conversation about art and colors, you retreated to the periphery, watching the scene unfold.

The wounds of the past were still raw, the emotions tangled, but for Hana's sake, you found a fragile truce with the man who once held your heart.

The journey from enemies to reluctant allies had just begun, and the path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in the complexities of a shared history that demanded resolution.

"Y/N, we need to talk" Hyung-Joon reappeared at the door, his voice filled with urgency and you nodded.

You knew this shouting match with Namjoon would bring consequences.

And you felt for a second that you just stepped into the past.

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Well hello!

First of all, THANK YOU. I am so happy to see all the love this story is getting and it means the world to me. Every comment, like and repost I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

And now, some notes for context:

This story is inspired on real events and people. But it is not a real representation or is trying to say that any of this happened IRL. With that beign said I'll take some creative licenses and adapt things that happened to the plot of the story.

2. I fucked up.... math is not my thing guys. Hana is three years old not four. Im sorry.

3. We all want a supportive friend like Yoongi in our lives.

4. The story is written in time skips, but the main storyline is March 2022 'The present' And some dates WILL be changed for the story to make sense.

I'm really exited for you guys to see what's next!!

Love,

Ria. 💗💗💗💗💗💗 TAG LIST: @felicityroth @cuteipat @jjinjo @mochimommy2002 @amarawayne @canarystwin Ps. If you want to be on the tag list drop a comment below!! 👩🏼‍💻✨

[luvxiem]

can i request mysta with 9 'i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your [partner/gf/bf]' and 13 'you're being so lame right now'? fluff please! ^^

last minute

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✧ word count: ~650

✧ pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, little humor

✧ summary: your boyfriend refused to tell you what he was wearing to your best friend's costume party leaving you curious and pouting, but little did you know that he was just deflecting because he hadn't found one yet.

"what are you wearing?"

mysta looks over at you from where he stood in the hallway of your shared apartment, his hand still raised near his head where he was fixing his hair.

"what do you mean?" he asks. "isn't it obvious?"

"well clearly i wouldn't be asking if it was."

"i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your boyfriend!" said boyfriend of yours is wearing a beige sweater that you tend to steal pretty often and a pair of lightwash jeans, as well as the little magnetic charm bracelet that you bought the two of you on a whim after seeing it on an instagram ad (even you are not safe from big data knowing what you like, and bracelets with magnetic half-hearts that form a full heart when together is exactly the type of thing that you would buy).

"babe, you're being so lame right now. also, couldn't you have done like, y'know, a catboy or something? all you have to do is draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner, it's not that hard."

"i dunno—i just thought it'd be cute if we matched."

"eww, do you have a crush on me? that's cringe," you joke, scrunching your nose in mock disgust. you're unable to hide your smile as mysta's eyebrows raise in confusion. his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the wall with a rather cute pout.

"what are you talking about, we're literally dating," he deadpans.

"says who? do you have proof?"

"the fuck you mean proof—of course there's proof we've been-"

"is the proof in the room with us?" you ask, making a show of looking around the room. mysta groans loudly as his head falls back and that's what breaks you, your laughter loudly ringing in the air while your boyfriend rolls his eyes.

"you are so fucking annoying, you know that?" pushing himself off the wall, mysta walks over to where you're seated on the sofa.

"you love me," you grin, pulling him by the arm down onto the couch beside you. grabbing his chin, you angle his face toward you so that you could leave a sweet kiss on his lips. his face is dusted with a healthy flush when you pull away, and his eyes dart from your own, down to your lips and back to your eyes again. and so, unable to deny your lover of his needs, you peck him again. and again. and again. until he finally has enough of your increasingly aggressive kisses and pushes your face away with a laugh.

"stop it, you kiss like a woodpecker," he whines, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sound of your giggle.

"i can't help it, i just love you sooo much," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing out the 'o' for as long as you could before mysta rolls his eyes at you again.

"you're lucky you're cute,"

"mmhm. y'know what else is cute?"

"what? if you say 'your mom' i'm gonna punt you across the room."

"hey, your mom is very cute! but no, what i was gonna say was your quote unquote boyfriend outfit. since when did you steal this sweater from me?" mysta levels you with an unimpressed stare.

"you mean my sweater? i had to dig it out of your side of the closet, you gremlin."

you tug at the fabric and hum.

"okay, well, it doesn't smell like you anymore so honestly i don't even want it. even if it is super soft."

mysta removes your hand from his sweater and intertwines your fingers instead, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"i knew it, you only want me for my cologne, don't you?"

"hey! i like your ass, too."

"why am i even dating you."

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500 follower event prompt list

[wellsinvesting]

@sadavang march

this was the most walking he'd done since his ankle had healed and his body was loud in its disapproval. tad had no choice but to push on--especially now that the end was in sight. the sight of the wexley's front entrance made him smile ear to ear with accomplishment. he couldn't wait to see ria, hold her, kiss her, wrap his arms around her with the threat of never letting go.

chia clucked once and he quickly hushed her, tapping gently against the hiking pack that was strapped to his back. "i know you can't wait to meet her but we still have to make it inside!" tad lowered himself to the ground behind a shattered bus stop and peered out ahead of him. chia jerked her head forward as if investigating the scene as well.

he took stock of the situation. about a dozen chompers, give or take, all shambling around the wexley's front street. they'd probably followed someone back to the building and lost sight of them, nothing else to do now but wait for the next meal to catch their eye. "there's got to be a way in chia... maybe we can get to the back and check on the fire escape." she clucked in what tad assumed was agreement to his plan and he steadied himself for an attempt at stealth.

but then something caught his eye--movement on the balcony of the w's bar. he'd recognize that raven hair anywhere. tad shot up and started waving in the air in an attempt to get her attention. "tiya!!!" he yelled, in a poor attempt at a whisper. "pssst!!! tiya!!!" he cupped his mouth. "down here!"

[zippidi-dooda]

Chapter: 1

2 - A Little Trip

"Who. The hell. Do you think you are?" An elegant, dark haired figure demanded, slamming open the door to your room.

He wore a stark white suit with long, shiny, leather boots and gloves. Many badges and jewels were pinned to his chest. They glistened under the moonlight. A flowing black cape dragged behind him as he took each thundering steps towards you.

His head was no longer held high and proud as it normally was. He was tense and clenched his fist, his jaw set tight.

His attitude was a large contrast compared to just moments ago when he was busy dancing in the ballroom. When he was blissfully unaware of your previous late night endeavors. Of your plans for tonight.

How he found out now, you didn't know. But it made your heart beat faster as panic began to settle in.

The only way he could have found out was through your doctor, though you had pleaded repeatedly that he didn't say anything about it to anyone.

And your doctor had never said a word about anything going on with you (despite who it was) before now.

He was trustworthy.

This man must have done something horrible to make him pour it out.

Or sent someone to spy on you.

You were regretting not leaving sooner.

"I'm . . . I am simply Y/N, you know that, Rias."

Rias let out a short laugh. "Ah, another of those wisecracks I love so dearly about you, Y/N. You're always so fucking smart about everything, aren't you?"

He stopped once he was in front of you and pulled you towards him. 

He held your waist up against him with one hand while he squished your cheeks with the other. His grip was tight, enough to keep you from pulling away. It hurt and just got worse the more you squirmed.

"I'll tell you who you really are, okay, honey." He pressed a kiss onto your lips that he forced into a pucker. "You."

Kiss 

"Are."

Kiss 

"My."

Kiss 

"Wife."

Kiss

"You do remember that, right? Cause I could never forget the day we were wed. How gorgeous you looked in that white dress, the happy smile on your face when we said 'I do.' I remember being so thrilled when I found out it was you I'd have to be marrying when I was a boy, and then finally getting to do it, finally being able to declare you as my own, I can't even put how great that felt into words. God, I love you so much Y/N. You're perfect for me, as I am for you . . . But you don't believe that, do you?"

You swallowed thickly. "Rias . . . I need to get ready for my leave tomorrow."

Wham!

Your cheek was met with the back of the man's gloved hand. It stung. 

"Tell me, honey. When were you planning to tell me you were with child."

You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth a few times trying to feel if your jaw had been knocked out of place. It hadn't. Just hurt a damn lot.

"Seeing how this is your reaction, why would I tell you?"

Rias laughed again, but it was eerily quiet. "If the bastard was mine, I wouldn't have to react this way, would I?"

You spoke quietly. "Just kick me out right now, then. Before anything is obvious. Your family name would be ruined if word got out."

"Our family name, Y/N," he stroked your bruised cheek tenderly. "I'm not happy about this, but I think I can forgive you one day. It sucks that I love you so much. Let's just act like this is our child; no one but you, me, and your doctor has to know the truth."

You squinted your eyes at him. "You're willing to keep it as your own?"

Rias smiled sweetly. "Of course. They may not be mine but they are still a part of you. I'll treat that part nicely. But just to keep people from finding out, we'll need to do something about the donor. So tell me, sweetheart, who was it?"

"Mom," Your son's voice broke you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I'm bored."

You watched him for a moment. He was laying on the floor in the hall, swinging his feet around randomly. A pout was set on his face.

"I am going to die of boredom. Really. You don't believe me but wait too long and I will. And you will be so sad about it and say 'why didn't I make him not bored when I had the chance?'"

You chuckled. "Oh really now. I didn't know you could do that. Let me watch you then and see how it happens."

"Mooom! No! You're supposed to make me not bored, not watch."

"Hmm. Why not go dig up some weeds then."

Lucas rolled onto his stomach and glared at you. "I don't want to do that. That's boringer. Can we go back home already?"

"I told you, sweetie, we can't go back there."

"But I don't wanna be here anymore. There's nothing to do. There's no people here. And Dad hasn't come back yet and it's been forever already."

You frowned. It had been four days since Malleus had showed up and Lucas hadn't stopped calling him 'Dad' since.

"Lucas, that man you saw was not your dad. And if you see him again stay away from him, you hear me?"

He blew a raspberry at you.

"Lucas. I am not joking with you."

". . . Ugh. Sor~ry."

You sighed. He had an attitude about it, but at least he apologized. You hoped he understood and actually listened.

You picked up the bag whose contents were now emptied in the cupboards. By now, you were almost completely out of food and needed to get more. You weren't too skilled at hunting and there wasn't much you could pick off the shrubs nearby, so you needed to take a trip to the Valley of Thorns.

You should have gone sooner, but you were honestly terrified of what would happen to you there. If you waited any longer though, you and Lucas wouldn't last long. 

So you steeled yourself for the journey and stood up.

"Put on your shoes, let's go for a walk."

***

The mood was dour in the Valley. 

The sky was dense with dark, thundering clouds, the people walking around on the cobbled streets shuffled along slowly and chattered quietly to each other, jumbled bushes of jagged thorns grew carelessly along the walls of the gothic style buildings, and tall, stone faced soldiers stood at every other corner.

No one seemed especially happy to be here.

Other than Lucas.

He was bouncing with excitement, pointing and smiling at each person who had a unique feature to them, like shimmering wings sprouting from their backs or large fangs that protruded from their mouths to name a few.

He kept trying to run up to all the interesting new people, all of which you figured were different types of fae, and you had to do your best to keep a firm grip on his hand.

If he wandered off and got lost here, you doubted the soldiers who found him would be kind. You couldn't let him get out of your sight.

"Lucas, shhh. You don't know these people, you have to be careful around them." You whispered leaning towards his ear.

"But Mom they all look so nice, they won't hurt me. Look, that one is smiling at me. Hi!"

Lucas waved happily towards the person he implied.

It was a tall, slender woman with scaly, pale skin, slitted, amber eyes, and long, light brown hair. She was indeed smiling at him. With a long forked tongue hanging from her mouth between two, pearly white fangs.

You tensed, not liking the look she was giving Lucas.

You nudged him in front of you. "Look I think that's a market up ahead. I'll get what we need and you can get one candy from there, okay? Just stay close to me."

"Okay!"

Not wanting to be here much longer than necessary, you moved quickly. Anything that looked unfamiliar you made sure not to grab but you actually found lots of food that you did know the names to.

The trip was going smoothly. Now you needed to to go to the front counter and hope you could pay with your money. If you couldn't, you could then try to barter the jewelry you wore hidden under your coat.

The . . . being . . . checking you out was short and stout and had large tusks protruding from their lips. They had black hair neatly tied back in a bun. Their bushy brows were curled down, over a pair of blue, feminine looking eyes, making them look angry.

You hoped you didn't make them snap at you.

"Excuse me uh . . . ." You couldn't tell if the person in front of you was a girl or a man so you didn't know how to address them. "Excuse me. Do you happen to accept this as payment?"

They snorted and snatched up the money you slid across the counter. They held it up to the light, squinting as they examined it.

After a second, they looked back and forth between you and the money. 

"This is from Rourinville." They announced in a deep, guttural voice. 

"Yes it is. Is there a problem with it?"

They took care of the change and began packing everything in your bag.

Thank goodness.

"You're a long way from home, girl. What are you doing all the way over here in Briar Valley?"

"'Briar Valley?' Isn't this the Valley of Thorns?"

They let out a squealing type of laugh. "That's just what everyone outside of here calls it. It's actual name is Briar Valley. It's not as horrible as everyone makes it out to be, so get those ideas out of your head. But one small slip up and you may find yourself in a dire situation."

"Yeah . . . Thanks."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes. Thank yo-"

"GET OUT OF THE STREET, SMALL CHILD!"

You whipped your head in the direction of the shout and your face paled when you saw what was going on.

Lucas had run off while you weren't paying attention and was now in the path of a large buggy bounding towards him. He was in a daze, just staring at it unmoving.

"LUCAS!"

Forgetting about your things, you sprinted as fast as you could towards him, hoping and praying with all your might that you'd get to him on time.

Before you could, a man jumped and tackled Lucas out of the way just in time as the buggy barreled past the spot your son once stood.

You slid onto your knees next to them and pulled Lucas into your arms. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your voice shook as you spoke.

"Lucas, oh God, are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh, my baby! Lucas you have to stop running off like that! If this man hadn't saved you, do you know what could have happened to you right now?"

"I-I'm okay, mom."

"Oh, Lucas you-"

"Are you this child's mother, Miss?" The man who saved Lucas shouted.

You looked up at him. 

He wore the same black and green outfit with purple accents that you saw the soldiers on the streets wearing. He had hair that was short, slicked back, and pastel green, green/yellow eyes that looked down on you in what seemed like disapproval, and light skin.

You nodded. "Yes. I cannot thank you enough, sir. Please te-"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself! If you had been by his side watching him, this wouldn't have happened! Do you know how often something like this happens? Never, because other people actually take care of their kin! If you can't even do the simple task of keeping your son safe then you shouldn't even be a-"

"Sebek, that's enough." A slow, calm voice interrupted. "She saw her kid in danger just now, she's must be shaken up."

This new person wore the same outfit as the 'Sebek' guy. He had medium length silver hair, unique light blue/purple eyes that were half lidded making him appear tired, and fair skin. 

"Are you both okay?"

"Mhmm. Lucas?" You asked.

Your son was looking up at Sebek in stunned amazement, his mouth agape. "Uh huh. Thank you, sir . . . ."

Sebek 'humphed' and folded his arms across his chest. "You better stick to your mother from now on, kid! It does you no good to go giving her a heart attack! Both of you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings, got it?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry. It won't happen again. Thank you, so much. Is there anything I can do for you as thanks for saving him?"

Both men held out their hands to you, helping each of you up.

"Just go home already, we're doing something for Waka-sama and you've put us behind schedule. Get out of here." Sebek turned on his heel and strode off.

The silver haired man sighed before walking after him. "Forgive him, he means well. Do be more careful next time."

You and Lucas stared at the duo as the walked away, until they were out of sight.

"The green one's so cool . . . ." Lucas began to smile and took hold of your hand.

". . . Yeah. C'mon, let's grab our stuff and head home."

"In Ruins" Masterlist

[ssreeder]

Is it okay to ask a spoiler? (kinda, like, it's probably just for me I'm at the beginning of your fic and I'm anxious as fck 😂😂)

I'm reading LIAB (chapter Going the Distance), and loving every word of it! I'm considering it as a real book instead of fanfiction, because you're a really skilled author and I can't wait to read the whole series and become an unbearable fan annoying you!! 😜❤️🙏🏼

Anyway, while reading I can't help but wonder: during the series are we gonna see Zuko and Iroh together again? I can't stop thinking about how Zuko misses his uncle (for context, Chang just was left behind for me, so I'm a little emotional about that yet!!!) and I can't stop thinking if we get to see Iroh unleashing all his angry at Zhao once he finds out what happened to Zuko and how our boy suffered...

(Another question completely different: is there any scene in the story you would love to see draw? I actually got to know your fic because of the lovely fanarts hahah, and now I was thinking about drawing something that I read but can't decide which scene 😭😭)

HELLLOOOOO!! I had to look at the chapters to figure out which one was Going the Distance & then I realized you really are in the very beginning of the fic series haha! Well…. WELCOME! (&your anxiousness is super valid it’s a super anxious fic I’m even anxious just thinking about you being anxious lol)

AWWWWW I HOPE YOU LIKE THE ENTIRE SERIES!!! it gets a little wild in some places & super duper dark so I just like to always warn lol. heed the tags lol.

OK AYYYY so as for the spoilers: Iroh & Zuko will absolutely be reunited & it’s going to be a mess. So much will happen between where you’re at in the fic & where you’re going, that it’s hard to even explain without spoiling the entire fic! Which I will do if you want just let me know haha. but Iroh will be part of the story and I think you get an update on him towards the end of the first book & then you’ll hear about him in RIA & then they’ll be reunited in ITF. They have a long & painful journey ahead of them I’m sorry… you have quite a bit of angst to get through.

& I can promise you Iroh is going to be very very PISSED. I love me some slightly feral Iroh, especially when it comes to his nephew.

(omg omgomgomgommgggg fanart is like a proposal to me and I swear I’m rolling on the ground happily just thinking about it. But idk what scene I’d pick I really like people who create the fanart to pick because I like to see what they choose! Also you have a long way to go so maybe something will interest you?? I’m super excited either way!)

thanks for the ask I hope you enjoy reading!!

[maia-and-ria]

Campus Story: Matchmaker in Action

Cast: Jyuria Hoshizumi, Haku Kusanagi, and MC

[Darkwick]

Ria (on the phone): Alright I'll leave it to you then. Bye now.

Haku: Well if it isn't the Madam of Sinostra herself? I haven't seen you around lately.

(Ria look around to see where the voice is coming from)

Ria: Haku! What you miss me or something? And I told you to not call me that. Just Madam is fine.

Ria: And you're with MC? Are you cheating on me with him!? How could you break my heart like this 💔

MC: > I-It's not like that!

MC: > Wait– I'm cheating on who with who?!

Ria: Are you panicking? So you admit we're a thing, eh?

Haku: She said I'm your side boyfriend. Ha ha.

Haku: You're scaring our honor student. Let's put a stop with the teasings for now.

Ria: Hmph! You're no fun, Haku~

Haku: What can I say, "fun" is more of your forte, after all.

Ria: And I'm saying you should have more fun! I'll even set you up on a date with MC. How does that sound? I'm giving you a one-time offer as a friend here.

MC: (A date?!!)

Ria: MC, you can't tell me you're satisfied with his B-grade flirt tactics! Has he even asked you on a proper date before? How outrageous.

Haku: Haha. I'll hold onto that offer for now. How can I turn down your generous offer?

MC: (He's not turning it down?)

Haku: But we really have to go to Chancellor's office now. See you around, Madam.

Ria: You too. And don't get swooned easily, MC!

[fakesimp]

Hi chia, congratulations for the 500 followers!!! You continue to grow to be such an amazing writer, i'm so proud of you!

For the request... How about going to an escape room with shu?

Mysta's been trying to help his brother to confront his crush so he decided to take you both to an escape room on a winter fair. Too bad only two people allowed per round and mysta happened to receive some "important call" so there you were with shu.

As the challenges that needed to be done to open each door were getting too intimate to be done between friends, shu sheepishly looked at you and said "i mean.. i'm fine if it's you."

There you are, i hope you're not getting tired receiving so much shu request from me (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Thank you so much chia

-🍰

"I'm fine if it's with you.." , With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack (?) ; Friends to Lovers ; Confession ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Kissing ; Mentions of Mysta Rias ; Shu and Mysta are Brothers

A/n : I will never be tired of your Shu request 🍰 anon, so dw~ (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I mean he's my oshi too so (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)💜

➶◜◝➴

"Oh shit, gotta an important call, wait up"

. . .

"Yo, I gotta go, there's a place I need to go, so- have fun both of you aight? I can't even fucking enter the escape room too lol. So, have fun! Call me if you guys are done." Mysta said leaving both you and your friend, Shu Yamino alone. You both bid goodbyes at Mysta, and now standing next to each other a bit awkwardly.

"Well, that was. Quite unexpected no? Haha" The Sorcerer laughed softly and looked over at you, smiling sheepishly. "Since there could only 2 people doing it so.." Shu said stopping halfway, staring at you expectantly. "Yeah, let's just go do it."

. . .

Everything was going fine at first until you realize this escape room, is making both of you doing what a couple would do. And right now you're at a room that you have to, do something that's, friends. Shouldn't do. At least, that's what you thought. You look over at Shu, who's also a little bit flustered by what you and him should do to escape the current room.

You don't know if you want to curse at Mysta, or thanking him for giving this opportunity to you.

You, have developed a feeling towards the Sorcerer for quite some time. You've taken an interest to Shu Yamino ever since your eyes landed on him for the first time, the way he smiles. The way he talks, the way he helped the others. He's just. Perfect.

And now here you are, alone with him. Doing an escape room, thanks to Mysta now you're both stuck in a room. Where both of you have to, kiss your partner to proceed to the next room. You stared at Shu, then at the floor. Confused on what to do, should you do it? Since both of you are going to be stuck here for quite sometime if none of you aren't doing it.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Shu asked as he look over at you, "We, could just give up, if you, you know, don't want to do this challenge." He said making you immediately shook your head. "No- No, it's fine.." you said as you look away from him a bit.

"Do you, mind tho? Doing this.. all with me?" You hesitantly asked the Sorcerer, he looked at you a bit surprised but it only last a few seconds before he went back to his composure self. "I mean.. I'm fine if it's with you." He said and his signature V-shaped smile appeared.

You took a deep breath, Shu who's looking at you is a bit worried. But he's lowkey thankful for his brother's doing right now, without his help, he probably won't even do these types of stuff that he had been wanting to do with you for a long time.

But the problem is, both of you are not in a romantic relationship. Yet.

You look up at Shu, who's staring at you this whole time. Immediately looked away, embarrassed. Getting caught staring, you tilted your head confused. How dense can you be, did you not realize the way he look at you, lovingly? The way he adores you and your antics.

You heard Shu cleared his throat and look over at you, back to his usual self. "So, are you.. ready?" Shu asked hesitantly, as he sheepishly smiled at you. Oh how you love that signature V-shaped smile of his, "Y-yeah, I'm ready.."

And now here you are, standing so close to each other, Shu put his hands on your hips. Since he doesn't know where to put them, you at the other hand, put your hands on his shoulder. Making both of you seemed like you're gonna dance by this point. Now that you realize it, you look into his pretty eyes. He have long eyelashes, and unexpectedly his perfume smells sweet. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before leaning closer, slowly closing the gap.

But before you could even land your lips on his, he whispered, "I like you." And then before you could even process what the Sorcerer said, he pulled you in and kisses you. The butterflies in your stomach are acting up,

Shu Yamino? Liked you? Are you dreaming??

You slowly pulled away, staring at him. Seeking for the truth. Is he, being serious? Shu stared at you, not even budge to move away nor look away. The gap between your body and his are still the same, instead of letting you go, he just stood still, hands that was from your hips are now on your waist. Shu smiled sheepishly, and slowly open his mouth, he repeated

"I like you.."

You stared at him, in disbelief. He liked you. Shu Yamino, liked you. But then you feel Shu slowly moved away when he didn't hear you talking, but before he could take another step away you pulled him back in. Earning a small gasp from the Sorcerer, you hugged him tight. But not too tight for him not being able to breathe. "(Y-Y/n)? Are you alright??" He asked, despite the confession he did like a few seconds ago.

"..too.." You mumbled, "Huh?" Shu blinked multiple times, confused. "I, uh, I'm sorry I can't hear you, mind to repeat?" He requested as he gently pat your head and chuckled softly. You can feel his body slightly shakes as he chuckle, you took a deep breath one last time,

"I like you too.." you repeated, a bit louder this time. Making the Sorcerer stopped what he's doing, and the next second you are engulfed in his arms.

"You're finally mine.."

"I'm all yours, Shu.."

. . .

"Shu, I think we should finish this escape room now.." You said as you laughed at yourself walking to another level of the escape room, "To be honest, I almost forgot what we're doing in the first place." He replied and laughed along with you. "Since we're a couple now, we don't have to think over the challenge too much, right?" You asked, making the Sorcerer let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You pout as you look away from the Sorcerer, making him walk close to you. Wrapping his arms around you, "Yeah babe of course not, we don't have anything to think over about the challenge, we can do it without any problem." He whispered into your ears.

"Babe.."

"Hm?"

"You, called me-"

"Well Isn't that how lovers called each other?"

©fakesimp

Bonus scene !

"You should thank me, Shu" Mysta said when he and Shu reached their shared home, "Hmmm." Shu just hummed as he remembers the moments with you. Unconsciously didn't listen to Mysta's blabbering, The way your lips felt soft against his, he remembered it so clear. "Shu? Shu Yamino- hey!" Mysta pulled him back a little.

Shu snapped back to reality, to see how close the distance between him and the wall are. "You want to kiss that wall?" "Wh- no.. Why would I want to kiss the wall when- .. nevermind" Mysta squinted his eyes, and there's a mischief glint appeared.

"You, kissed. Didn't you?"

"... No."

"YOU DID! OH DAMN, tell me. Are you guys dating yet, you should've, right? RIGHT??"

"...Uhhhhh, hmmmmm.."

"You can't escape from the truth, Shu"

"Haah, fine.. Y-yeah.. we did."

"BROO I'M SO PROUD OF YOUU-"

"Mystaa..."

A/n : I hope you like this, 🍰 Anon ! It's, unexpectedly longer than anticipated. Oop. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(2/6) - 500 Followers Event !

[seagreenstardust]

Ria.... how am I supposed to concentrate at work when all of THAT just happened??? I can't... I simply cannot... the asplodey gremlin is just so...

I KNOW RIGHT??!!!!!?! How are we supposed to function after all of that, I still need to process everything and I have to do that at work too?? Lol I woke up way too early today and I will be paying for it later but I don’t even care!!!

I am so thrilled. Kat coming back literally could not have gone any better. The seamless teamwork?? The way Izu and Kat keep looking at each other????? I can’t stop freaking out about this I am so happy with MHA right now

And Katsuki yelling “we’ll win!!” ?!!?! My boy was literally dead how many minutes ago and here he is putting the spark of life back into Izuku after pulling off the most poetic save of their hero that could have possibly been like it doesn’t get better than this

How on earth do we survive until next week now!!!!

[griffin-girl-r]

Chapter 8

Word count: 3,623

Warnings: Cut, Blood, Cussing, Fainting

Note: Fainting scene based on a true event that happened to me.

Chapter 7 , Chapter 9

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How do you love a child you never had?

—

Maria was watching her redheaded girlfriend look at the sleeping form of Y/N from the young girl's doorstep.

Since Y/N's revelation, a few days ago, that she was Natasha's and Maria's daughter from another universe, Natasha hasn't been able to leave the young girl's side for one moment. She wanted to get to know Y/N and learn every little detail about the girl.

"Tasha..." Maria quietly called her girlfriend with a sigh "I think you should let her sleep. You've been glued by her side for the past few days. Give her some space to, at least, sleep."

Natasha kept her back at Maria as she was too enhanced by the sight of the girl, that is her daughter but at the same time isn't, sleeping.

"I can't, Ria." Natasha rested the side of her head on the door's frame "I need to stay with her."

"But she doesn't need you, Nat." Maria raised her hands in despair "She is a grown-up woman and she isn't anything to us. She isn't our child or our friend or a blood relative. As much as we know she is a stranger that could be manipulating us to extract information from us."

"You really can't see it, Maria?" Natasha turned around from one move to face her lover "She isn't lying. Just look at her face!" She pointed to the sleeping girl "You truly can't see yourself and myself in her features? You can't put the pieces together and understand once and for all that she's been telling us the truth from the very beginning."

"I can't even trust my own shadow right now, Natasha." Maria's face slightly became red from anger "Let alone trust this unknown girl that showed up in our lives from fucking nowhere."

"She saved our lives." The spy tried to reason "Y/N deserves our trust. If not for her claim to be our daughter, which she very much is, then for the fact that she brought us from the dead and reunited us. She defied all odds to give us another chance. To give our relationship a second chance. Why can't you be grateful for that?!"

"I don't believe a word she says." Maria kept her ground, folding her arms over her chest

"Well, I completely trust her and believe everything she says." Natasha also folded her arms over her chest attempting to defy her girlfriend

"You should both go to sleep." A raspy voice broke the tensed silence between Maria and Natasha

"I'm sorry if we woke you up, sunshine." Natasha turned around to face the now awake young woman with an apologetic look on her face "It wasn't our intention."

"It wasn't your intention, Natasha." The girl stretched out her arms as she sat up on the bed "But it clearly was Maria's."

"I'm just going to go to bed." Maria huffed offended "I can't stand to hear shit about myself anymore."

"I'm not mad at you, Maria." Y/N said, but it was already too late as Maria took off almost sprinting toward her bedroom

Maria closed the door behind her with a loud thud, making Y/N and Natasha sigh sadly at her behavior.

"I'm so sorry for the way she acted." Natasha tried to apologize in Maria's name

"I don't get why she hates me so much." Y/N sadly stated, laying back down on her bed "All I wanted to do was to make you and her happy."

"You see, sunshine." Natasha began "Maria isn't a bad person. She just isn't used to people being kind to her, that's all."

"You should stop defending her actions at some point, Nat." Y/N looked from the ceiling to the older woman "And you should also go and get some sleep. I could feel you staring at me and let me tell you that it's very creepy. You need it. I'll see you in the morning."

Natasha was reluctant about leaving Y/N's side and going to bed.

It wasn't a surprise when the younger woman almost instantly noticed the hesitation on Natasha's face as she tried to buy more time with Y/N.

"I don't want to argue with Maria tonight." Natasha tried to find an excuse to stay

"You won't." Y/N shook her head "Maria loves you. She won't argue with you this late at night. She'll let you sleep and most probably have a discussion with you in the morning."

The spy sadly sighed as she allowed her shoulders to fall "If you say so, sunshine."

Turning around to leave, Natasha couldn't control the tears that unexpectedly made their way to the front.

She didn't know why but Y/N's rejecting her affection, which the redhead so desperately needed to shower the young girl with, hurt her feelings.

"Nat..." Y/N sighed when she saw how hurt Natasha was by her words

But Natasha ignored Y/N as she continued to walk towards the door where her and Maria's room was.

"Natasha, wait!" Y/N shouted, quickly jumping down from the bed and running after Natasha "I'm sorry."

Natasha stopped but she didn't turn around.

She was too ashamed in doing so as tears were already streaming down her face and she didn't want Y/N to see her like this.

"I'm really sorry for being an ignorant piece of shit and for hurting your feelings just because I was a bit angry over Maria's rejection." Y/N said, sadness present in her voice

"It's okay, sunshine." Natasha nodded but still kept her back to the girl "I get it. You're tired and me looking at you isn't making it any easier for you to rest without disturbance." She sniffed "I am just going to go to bed. Good night."

Natasha took one step forward but she froze in place when Y/N said something she never thought she'd get to hear.

"Mama, wait, please." Y/N pleaded, her eyes going wide when she realized that she finally called Natasha that word she'd been longing to say again for so long

Natasha's head snapped around, her eyes meeting Y/N's as the spy stared deep into the young girl's soul.

"What did you just say?" Natasha's voice was untrustingly too shakey

Y/N indeed admitted she used to call Natasha, 'Mama' and Maria, 'Mom', but since the revelation that Y/N was their daughter, the young girl never called Natasha by that name.

"I said... umm..." Y/N started mumbling scared as sweat appeared on her forehead "I told you to wait... Yeah..." She nodded to no one as her eyes looked around the hallway lost "Yeah... That's what I said. I told Natasha to wait."

"You didn't say that..." Natasha tearfully shook her head "You called me 'Mama'."

But Y/N was too scared to admit that she did. She was afraid that Natasha would turn into a ball of anger, just like Maria does, and hit her right in the face.

Again, just like Maria does.

She was honestly tired of getting punched in the face by the woman who supposedly was her mother.

"No, I didn't." Y/N was quick in denying, with a nervous chuckle "You heard me wrong."

"No, I didn't." Natasha slowly started walking towards the taller girl "I heard you perfectly."

"You really are tired, Natasha." Y/N started taking a few steps backward, just in case she needed to protect herself "You started imagining things."

"I know damn right what I've heard." Natasha spoke with a determination that was scaring Y/N even more

By now, Natasha was only a few steps away from Y/N and she closed the distance between her and the young woman from one bigger step.

"Don't hit me!" Y/N shouted as her arms instinctively went up to cover her face

Natasha completely took Y/N by surprise as, instead of the punch the girl was waiting for, Natasha gave her a tight hug.

The ex-assassin's heart shattered in pieces when Y/N let out those words because she knew that Maria had been the one that hurt Y/N.

"I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart." Natasha softly said, running her hand up and down the girl's back

Yes, maybe Y/N was way taller than Natasha but the redhead was still able to rub the girl's back easily.

"I'm sorry." Y/N wrapped her arm around Natasha's shoulders, bending down to properly hug the older woman

"It's okay..." Natasha whispered with a smile "I promise that Maria won't hurt you anymore. She's just confused."

Y/N silently nodded on Natasha's shoulder.

No more words were spoken.

But when Y/N broke the hug, she gave Natasha a look that was telling her it was okay to stay in her room overnight if she wanted to.

—

When Natasha opened her eyes in the morning, she was lying beside Y/N who was sound asleep.

She smiled.

The thought of this girl being the daughter she thought she'd never be able to have, filled her heart with joy and at the same time, with love.

A different and weirder type of love.

'So this is how it must feel to love your child unconditionally.' Natasha thought to herself as she watched Y/N sleeping 'Pepper was right about it.'

Natasha was pulled out of her thoughts by a certain, familiar snore that was filling the room and she had to turn on her other side to search for the source of that sound.

It was a shock for Natasha when she found Maria, sleeping with her back supported by the bed on the floor.

Her lover was here and she was proving to Natasha that Maria was just confused about the whole daughter situation.

She knew by the way Maria had been looking at Y/N for the past few days that the brunette was slowly warming up to the thought of having a child.

Maria was woken up by a kiss pressed to her hairline and she looked up, only to find Natasha lovingly smiling at her.

"You came." Natasha whispered

"Yeah, yeah..." Maria tried to wave it off "I just couldn't stay away from you. Don't think about anything else."

Maria denied it, but Natasha knew.

She knew that the commander needed, just as much as she did, to be in Y/N's presence but she was trying at the same time to not get too emotionally involved.

Maria wanted to be cautious.

"Oh, shut up, Hill." Natasha smiled and pecked Maria's lips "I know you feel that special connection with Y/N as well. Don't lie to me."

"Okay, maybe I do." Maria tried to look offended "So what? You don't think that she'll just fall in my arms for a motherly hug, as she did with you last night, after everything I've done to her?"

"I know that Y/N can forgive." Natasha sing-sang these words "She will fall in your arms for a mother-daughter hug, but only if you allow her to do so."

"I really don't want a child right now, Natasha." Maria said harshly "Especially a child that is not mine." She pointed to Y/N "Especially a child that is not a child anymore but a grown-up woman. I can't suddenly start babying a woman even though she's supposed to be my daughter. It feels wrong."

"And you don't have to, Agent." Y/N sleepily mumbled before opening her eyes "I made my peace with it. I know that you and Natasha aren't actually my moms and you never will be. Natasha and Maria who are my parents are long gone."

Both heads snapped in Y/N's direction as the girl's words left the couple speechless.

"Kid, I..." Maria started but was soon interrupted

"Don't..." Y/N shook her head "You've said enough, Hill. You and Natasha are free to go whenever you want to. Just let me know and I'll show you how to leave this realm. This is my home, not yours. I truly get it now."

"Baby, no." Natasha scooted over to the girl "You got her all wrong. She's just scared to allow herself to love you."

"I'm going to make breakfast." Y/N ignored Natasha as she stood up from the bed and stretched her arms "You're welcome to join me if you want."

"Great job, Masha." Natasha threw one hand in the air, once Y/N was out of the room "You made her leave."

"Hey, it's not my fault that bastard gets offended so easily." Maria gasped, placing her hand over her chest "If anything, she's to blame for acting like such a child."

"Sometimes I'm asking myself who actually acts like a child here." Natasha stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Maria behind

"Tasha, we're not done!" Maria shouted as she ran after her girlfriend "Get over here!"

—

Y/N was cutting a tomato for breakfast as Natasha and Maria silently sipped from their cups of coffee at the table inside the kitchen.

But the silence was abruptly interrupted by Y/N that yelped in pain before sucking a sharp breath in through her teeth.

"Ah, fuck!" Y/N loudly cursed

Both Natasha and Maria jumped down from their chairs, abandoning whatever they were doing, as they rushed to Y/N's side with the speed of light.

"Baby!" Natasha frantically yelled "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Kid, you good?" Maria desperately tried to find out what was wrong "Where does it hurt?"

"Ah..." The youngest woman breathed out "I'm good. Don't worry. I just accidentally cut my finger or something." She tried to play it off "I'll be fine."

"Let me see." Natasha carefully moved Y/N's hand away to have a look at her injured finger

"That's a pretty deep cut." Maria looked slightly scared at Natasha "I think I can see the bone."

"We have to stop the bleeding." Natasha started guiding Y/N to the nearest chair

"Moms, I'm fine." Y/N mumbled as she suddenly felt very lightheaded "I don't need to sit down."

"I can see it, honey." Natasha played along "It's just to be on the safe side."

Maria slowly lowered Y/N down on the chair and she ran to grab the first medical aid kit she found in the house.

"I'm fine..." Y/N kept mumbling over and over again, making Natasha's concern grow bigger "Mama, I'm fine."

Natasha grabbed a towel and turned around to try and stop the bleeding from Y/N's cut, only to see the young woman suddenly turn as pale as a ghost and collapse to the ground with a loud thud.

"Y/N!" Natasha screamed, falling to her knees beside the girl's head

Maria, who had heard the scream, ran back inside the room and fell on Y/N's other side.

"Kid! Kid!" Maria shouted, gently slapping the girl's face to bring her back to consciousness "Kid, wake up! Please! Come on! Open your eyes."

Natasha watched as Maria tried to wake Y/N from her unconscious state and the spy wanted to help as well but it was as if her body shut down when she saw the girl's, that is her daughter, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Come on, kiddo." Maria kept shaking Y/N's head "Don't do this to me. Not today... Open your eyes, honey."

Slowly, but surely, Maria's actions were giving results as Y/N opened her eyes again and Maria chased down the shaking.

"Y/N?" Natasha quietly asked, bending over the girl's face and moving the hair out of her eyes "Baby, can you hear me? Say something for us, sunshine."

Y/N closed and opened her eyes a few times before fully coming back to her senses.

"I'm fine, Mama." Was the first thing the young girl muttered, trying to sit up as if nothing happened

"It doesn't look like it though." Maria softly scolded, pushing the girl to lay back down on the floor "Keep lying down or you'll pass out again."

"I'm fine, Mom." Y/N kept muttering "I'm fine. I'm fine, can't you see? I'm okay."

"I think Mom's right, my love." Natasha softly told the girl as she kept playing Y/N's unconscious game "Just keep lying down for two more minutes."

"You're always too overprotective, Mama." Y/N protested but kept lying down

"Just because I want my baby to be safe." Natasha softly smiled, running her thumb gently over the girl's nose "Sue me for that."

Y/N gave them a lopsided smile as she closed her eyes again.

"You and your Mom look like Dopey with those ears." Natasha joked, trying to light up the mood

"You've been saying that ever since I was a child, Mama. You need to stop saying it." Y/N kept smiling

Silence fell over the room as Y/N kept her eyes closed for a few minutes.

Both Natasha and Maria knew that Y/N wasn't asleep but she needed that moment of comfortable silence as her brain started to fully work again after its sudden shutdown.

Maria took advantage of the situation and quickly tended to the nasty cut on Y/N's finger.

"This is going to leave a mark." Maria very quietly whispered to Natasha

"I know..." Natasha whispered just as quietly, running her thumb over Y/N's knuckles as she held the girl's uninjured hand "She gave us quite the scare."

"You can say that again." Maria nodded with a long sigh

"Say what again?" Y/N opened her eyes once more as her raspy voice sounded more conscious than it had previously

"Oh, nothing, sunshine." Natasha smiled "Don't worry about it."

Y/N looked down at her hand and found a bandage wrapped tightly around her finger.

"How bad it looks, Nat?" The young girl asked, making Natasha's smile fade away

To be honest, both Natasha and Maria were quite enjoying playing this game called 'Family'.

"It looks worse than it actually is, kid." Maria explained "In a few days you'll be as good as new."

"Ria, can you bring her a glass of water, please?" Natasha pleadingly looked at her girlfriend and Maria happily complied

"Here, Natty." Maria handed the glass of water to Natasha

"Thank you." The redhead said before turning her attention to the young girl "Come here, sunshine. Let's sit up a little bit."

Y/N sat up with Natasha's help and accepted the glass of water the spy gave her.

"Thank you, Nat." Y/N shily smiled "And thank you as well, Maria."

"Anytime, kid." Maria smiled, ruffing the girl's hair

"Ria!" Natasha gasped, proceeding to smooth Y/N's hair back "Not her hair."

"Finally someone that understands me." Y/N giggled before her smile disappeared "I'm going to lie down in my bed. Sorry for scaring you. I'll see you later."

Y/N quickly sat up as she felt a headache hitting her full force but she ignored it as she rushed towards her room.

"What in Fury's name is going on with her?" Maria looked at Natasha, genuinely confused by Y/N's behavior as Natasha just shrugged her shoulders

—

Muffed sniffs could be heard from outside Y/N's door as Natasha and Maria gathered up enough courage to go inside and comfort Y/N.

"I'm going inside." Natasha spoke up with determination "She needs us. I'm not just going to let her cry alone."

"I think you're right." Maria nodded "Let's go. In 3... 2..."

"Fuck the countdown." Natasha interrupted as she opened the door of the room

"Umm... 1?" Maria continued confused as she followed her girlfriend inside the room

The young woman who saved their lives was silently crying on the edge of her bed and she quickly tried to hide her tears away when the couple burst inside the room without her permission.

"Oh, sunshine..." Natasha rushed to hug the girl "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry." Y/N sniffed "I realized what I'd said and it reminded me of the good old times when you and Mom would freak out over the tiniest cut on my arm. It also hurt to realize that none of it was real."

"Everything was very much real, kid." Maria sat beside the girl "And I'm sorry we didn't show you how much we actually care about you until now. Especially me. I've been an asshole towards you and I admit my mistake."

"It's nice to hear that coming from you without Natasha forcing you to say it." Y/N tearfully chuckled "I accept your apology."

Maria smiled brightly "Thank you, kiddo. Tasha was right about you."

"We're proud of you, Y/N." Natasha smiled "And we're forever grateful for what you've done for us."

"You're both very welcome." Y/N giggled making Natasha and Maria join in

"Y/N?" Natasha asked shily

"What is it, Nat?" The girl looked concerned at the redhead

"There has been a question that keeps bothering me ever since you told us who you are."

"And what may that question be?" Y/N curiously questioned

"I know this is not the best time to ask but..." Natasha hesitated

"Whatever it is, you can ask me." Y/N gave her a reassuring smile

"Is there a way we could have you in this universe as well?" Natasha mumbled

"A way to what?" Y/N asks confused, not fully sure about what the woman meant

Natasha took a deep breath and she looked at Maria before directing her gaze toward Y/N.

"Can you help us become parents?"

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 13 (Day 2)- Secret/Golden

It’s a warm day in Whiterun, and especially for training at Jorrvaskr. Two of the women of the kitchen staff take the Companions out some refreshments, one of whom Farkas has a crush on. Cute fluff, a little angsty, ultimately adorable. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Nord/Altmer OC x Farkas 

Warnings- None

Wordcount- ~850

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Farkas looked up at the sound of Torvar cheering, taking him out of the spar with his brother. A couple of the kitchen girls had come out with refreshments. Kynhild put out a tray of mugs and a couple bottles of mead while Fritha went around with a cup and bucket of water. She stopped at where Ria and Athis had paused their match, before heading to where Aela and Skjor waited. 

Finally, she made her way over. Farkas’ heart skipped. The sun shone brightly, turning her hair into a golden cloud that poked out from beneath her floral patterned kerchief. Even her skin had a golden glow, though her cheeks had reddened as she approached them. 

She went to Vilkas first and his heart sank. He and his brother had both stripped out of their shirts under the surprisingly warm sun, and Vilkas had always been the more handsome one. And why not? He was smarter, more articulate, and cut a flawlessly trim, muscular figure. And women loved how he carried himself in that aloof way. Farkas, even with his larger size, could hardly compete with that, though he didn't often begrudge his brother for it. But right now, it hurt to watch Fritha smile at Vilkas, knowing he couldn't compare. Why else would he be dead last for a water call? 

He tried to put those thoughts aside as Fritha turned toward him and all but ran over. Her face was so completely flushed it almost glowed with heat. He waited for her to exclaim something about Vilkas, as many did.  He gave her a smile, even as that arrow of thought thrust deeper into his heart.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir Farkas, but Tilma didn't want anybody fainting from the heat, so we brought some water and drinks.” She smiled. “I'm sorry I didn't get over here sooner. And for interrupting your sparring.” 

“That's no problem at all. Can't complain about somethin’ to drink in this heat.” He took a deep gulp from the water she handed to him, still cold from the frost enchantment on the cup. 

“Do you and your brother always spar like this?” She asked, teeth delicately chewing at her bottom lip. 

Ah, there it was. The start of it. He shrugged. “Well, only when it's hot out.” 

“Perhaps I shall have to ask for jobs in the yard on hot days, then.” Her face immediately turned an even deeper crimson, and she shuffled her feet. “Bring water to keep you both hydrated.” 

“Well, you'll have plenty to look at while you're at it,” he waved his hand over at his brother. “I get it.” 

She raised a finely shaped eyebrow at him. “I suppose… but that wouldn’t be my first choice. I mean you’re... Maybe I shouldn't have said anything… oh, gods…” 

“Why would ya look at me when Vilkas is right there?” 

“Why wouldn't I?” 

Farkas looked at the cup in his hand and shrugged. “He's the smarter one, the handsomer one.” 

“Says who?” The indignation in her voice made him look up. Her pretty, green eyes were dark under her golden, furrowed brows. 

It caught him off guard. “Uh, everybody says that.” 

“Well, I'm glad I'm not ‘everybody’ then.” Her face softened. “I think you're much more handsome. And you've always been so kind. I…I don't think you should sell yourself short. Um, I should get this water over to the table, and get back to my duties. Again, sorry to bother you!” 

“You're never a bother.” He reached out, gently touching her shoulder. “Thank you, Fritha. I’ll watch for you, when you come round again. Maybe it'll stay warm for a little while longer.” 

She gave him a smile and fled, water bucket in hand. Vilkas came over as Farkas watched her go, the sun turning her hair into that golden halo again, barely contained by the kerchief. He found himself sighing. 

“She's beautiful.” He said it softly, reverently. 

“She likes you, too,” Vilkas nudged him with an elbow. “When she came over I've never seen someone blush that hard. She kept saying how she was going to make a fool of herself the minute she came over here.” 

“Why?” 

“I think she got a little flustered seeing you. I told her not to worry too much. That it would be fine. She thinks you’re gorgeous, by the way. Makes sense, since you’re the better looking one.”

“What? No, I’m not. You are. Women always look at you more than me.”

“Not at all! Do you not see how they stare at you in the market?”

“No way!”

“I see it every time!”

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before they both burst out laughing. Njada walked by, slowing and giving them both a look. 

“You two okay?”

“Well, it seems each of us thought the other was the better-looking one.” Vilkas wiped at the tears streaming down his face. 

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re twins. You look almost the same. The pair of you are both handsome, which is good because neither of you is very smart.”

She scoffed as she left, but it only made them laugh harder.   

[david-powers-simp]

I apologize for being a inactive I an a student now so I have no time for anything but this has been siting in my drafts for months so here you go ■ NOT PROOF READ■ I am here with a lil imagine that the lovely @ria-coolgirl requested. I'm sorry but I can't find the original ask. To sum it up max invite the boys out for a drink as a way to "bond" but the boys just get wasted and max has to drag them home. Enjoy besties 💓

"Come oh boys, whataya say?" Max asked with a hopefully grin.

" am I understanding this correctly? You want to take us to a bar to have bonding time?" Marko replied visibility confused.

" im in free drinks!" Paul announced excitedly as he hopped down from his favorite spot in the cave,the water fountain.

David couldn't help but laugh a little. " you wouldn't be caught dead with us but now you want to have drinks with us?"

Max sighed " I know I haven't been to kind to you in the past years,but now I want to change that."

Dwayne rolled his eyes. " That's what they all say."

" ok, boys, let's get this over with." david exhales as he walks out of the cave, his vampire companions following close behind.

Max practically has to run out of the cave to stop the boys before they get on their bikes and leave. " wait, why don't we take my car so you all can fit."

" tha fuck?" Marko curse.

" Absolutely not hell no, I'd rather be staked through the heart." David dramatically replies.

Paul's jaw just drops to the floor, and dwayne gets on his bike and starts the engine. Before Max can protest anymore, the boys have all gotten on their bikes and left, max huffs in defeat, and gets in his car and drives to the closest bar on the boardwalk.

The boys beat max to the bar. However, they wait outside for max to arrive. The terror twins picking on one another and ruffling up each other hair. While dwayne sits back on his bike and observes david puffs on the cigarette he's had behind his ear. Max gets out of his car and approaches the boys.

" So, are we all ready?" He asks. And just as quick, all the boys got off their bikes silently and went inside.

The bar looked like most. It had a few tables nestled in the room, a cascade of pictures and sighs decorating the walls,and a middle-aged man behind the bar counter. He seemed to have sensed something as soon as the group walked in together. Once they all made their entrance, the bartender left the counter and went into the back room. This made david uneasy. Max, however, seemed pleasantly calm.

Paul, marko, dwayne, and david begin to take a seat at the bar in that order. Lastly, max sits in front of where the bartender was previously standing. After a few short moments, the man returns with an old looking bottle that's covered in dust and cobwebs. The man grabs a cloth and starts wiping the bottle off.

" ah Goodwin, its nice to see you old friend." Max says in a delightful tone.

" I can say the same max, it's been a long time." Goodwin responses

The boys sit in confusion.

" boys this is an old friend of mine Goodwin, Goodwin, these are my boys, the ones I told you about."

Paul breaks the silence " im Paul." He says in a awkward fashion.

" anyway to get to the point, max has told me about you boys and that's why I brought out this fine liquor, it's not like most. It's especially make for creatures like us." Goodwin tells them as he pops the cork to the bottle.

It finally clicks in davids head. " your a vampire?" He asks blatantly.

" Well, of course, how else do you think I've stayed in santa carla for so long?"

Paul chimes in " sweet."

Goodwin starts to pour the liquor. " This isn't normal liquor. It's made especially for people like us. Strong enough to get us drunk." He says

Dwayne immediately upon hearing that grab a glass and hold it over for it to get filled.

Goodwin sees and fills the glass for him

The other boy follow.

"See boys I knew you'd like this" Max says feeling accomplished.

" im just say don't you think the wind talks sometimes I know I can hear it." Marko thinks out loud while laying on the ceiling.

" I just want you to stop saying odd shit." David replies leaned back on a bar stool.

Paul is giggling on the floor " I think marko is right davie"

Dwyane on sat behind him braiding his hair. " Paul you really should let me do your hair more."

Max sighed unsure of what to do. " ok let's go." He says sternly.

David now smoking a cigarette and making smoke rings "id like to see you try, I like it here."

" yeah it's nice to have a chance of scenery." Dwayne says while he munches on the bowl of bar pretzels that sit beside him. Paul gets up from his spot on the floor and goes over and takes some of dwayne's pretzels.

"Woah man those are mine." Dwayne tells Paul.

" You gotta share bro." Paul tells him

"Fine here." Dwayne says as he throws the bowl of pretzels. Paul has a shocked

[rarepairnation]

3, 23, 24, 25, 27 and 30? 💕

hi hi ria!! blessings of rain be upon ye...

3. how you feel about your current wip

i am RATTLING the bars of the cage in my brain!!! by that i mean the faramir goes to rivendell au is possibly my favourite best thing ive ever written i am just stuck in the mudpit of the current conversation and i would like to. not be there. but i really do love working on it it feels like gradually assembling a structure around a framework and when i step back and really look at it its just. jrr tolkien and i are having A Conversation. you know? like yes!! i AM transforming the work!! i AM deciding whether he would fucking say that and i do think i am right at least 92% of the time!! ive had the concept of the au in my head for probably 3-4 years at least and i feel like. well i was never really going to feel Ready to write it. and yet i am grabbing it in my hands and doing it anyway and it IS making me a much better writer and i can Feel it. yeah i love it.

and umbar fic/situationship au is just me pushing the bounds of do it weird/do it horny/do it self-indulgent and it is. SO MUCH FUN. i think there has always been a little block in my head stopping me from doing that i mean like everything i write is kind of like. this is specifically created to cater to me. but the panopticon in my head is a crazy thing. but step by step we are defeating it. this is like the next step up from just so long as this thing's loaded which was kind of my first time pushing those bounds and. i mean there are a lot of things about that one that i think i could improve now (this is my REAL answer to that "would you rewrite anything" question from the other ask meme) but it definitely got me here. never underestimate the power of a rarepair to make you WEIRD. (<- abby rarepairnationcore sentences...)

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing

what is this a job application? LOL just kidding but i do suck at these. um. atmospheric. character-driven (yes this is two words but it is true). interrogative (i am IN THERE with. either the original text. or the minds of the characters. shakes u like a snow globe WHAT is going on in your head).

24. how do you recharge when you're not feeling creative?

im really bad at this. like actually spectacularly abysmal. i mostly sit around feeling sorry for myself for three to nine months. until i eventually buck up the motivation and executive function to actually (re)consume a piece of media and more often than not it will seize me by the throat and lead me out of the pit. yeah this does usually work best with things ive seen before that will awaken a dormant fixation.

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

going to the grocery store. doing my dishes. LOL ok when i am Not Writing A Novel-Length Fic i knit. one day i will start doing it again i want to make. the extensive sweater vest collection of my dreams. but i already have this repetitive stress injury because i type for eight hours at work and then come home and type for four more and i think if i started knitting again on top of that i would immediately crumble to dust. and um. is that it? that can't be it. i do calligraphy sometimes. WAIT LOL I BIND BOOKS. -> @hexagonspress

27. your favourite part of the writing process

omg ok i'm not sure if this is like my Top Number One Favourite but ive recently started really enjoying drafting out ao3 tags and start/end notes it's really fun to work out what things i want people to notice that i might wanna talk about in the end notes and compressing everything down into tags (to varying extents) is also just a neat way to think about like. what was i trying to capture/convey with the fic. e.g. whether i wanna be really wordy with it and get it all out in there or just have the reader go in pretty much blind.

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

maybe i'll never shut up about TO THE VERY DEAR MEMORY OF [ ] but like...you guys. i love it so much. it's so so experimental because the place in my mind that is wrapped around yancy becket is so....complicated and full of grief and fundamentally altering to my brain chemistry and i can only capture it through the world's craziest extended metaphors but i kind of feel like i pulled it off. it is like truly the tip of the iceberg of a LOT of stuff that is really fundamental to honestly a lot of my? lotr work? i mean the way i think about water metaphors...the fundamental dead brother complex baked into my writer's brain...it's all pacific rim in there. this fic marinated in my head for THREE YEARS. that is the longest from inception to completion that any of my (published) work has existed (unpublished is a whole different story. there's a longfic that i created at the beginning of my freshman year of college and has stuck around into postgrad. i mean. girl). i wrote the poem that each first line of every section is extracted from in my parents' house during covid lockdown. and then it just had to sit and develop and develop until the yancy becket death anniversary this year yanked it forcibly out of my head and into a fully-formed format.

fic writer's asks

[ssreeder]

teehee hello!!

i already yapped about liab and ria about a week ago on here and i finished itf two days ago and holy moly oh my god bro

i am floored

i don't know what to do with myself now help

this whole series has been consuming my thoughts for three weeks now dude i can't stop thinking about all of them

i am so flipping happy about all the reunions you got me all giddy and stuff

katara and sokka?? aang and sokka?? TOPH AND SOKKA MEETING?? iroh and zuko?? jee and zuko?? rasu and zuko?? SWT and sokka again?? SWT and gaang?? SWT and zuko?? zuko and gaang??

SOKKA AND ZUKO.

and shen :(

i have mixed feelings about ara but literally every time she came up in this fic was so well written and as much as i obviously don't like what she did back in liab, i love ara

the interaction between zuko and ara? gut-wrenching, i fear

couldn't stop giggling when katara thought ara and sokka were seeing each other omg

AND TOPH 😭😭 i love that she just knows dude

also i loved the momo joke when zuko thought katara was sokka teehee :3

also

i'm not sure how to feel about chang

like, okay, he killed zhao and he helped zuko (and sokka ig?) not die in prison, but.... idk

anyways i loved the bonding scenes between jee + sokka and bato + zuko omg

which brings me to my next point

JEE AND BATO. i love those two oml

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't kill either of them and let them be happy and maybe hold hands and erm kiss and stuff please 🙏:33

also the whole thing with the sex book was so funny to read

i've said it before and i'll say it again;

you write these characters so incredibly well and i love love love the relationships you've built up between them it's incredible

i am going absolutely insane over your fics

you are such an amazing writer dude holy crap

i hope you have a lovely day!! :3

(i would offer you my first born child for them to just get a happy ending pleasepleasepleaseplease) (jk i don't have any kids and i don't really want any but you get my point)

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! HIIIII

…. Haha I’m sorry but when you were listing off the reunions & added Shen :( I chuckled lol. RIP SHEN we were just starting to like you & then you died. chang & Ara are my most controversial characters for sure but I don’t think Chang has an active haters club like our girl Ara does haha. *hair flip* winnnniiiinnngggg

JEETO JEETO JEETO!! I think by the time the battle starts I will be getting death threats if anything bad happens to them *evil grin* WE SHALL SEE……

I LOVE YOU THIS ASK IS SO MUCH BETTER FOR ME THAN YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD YOU KEEP THAT ALL FOR YOURSELF LOVE <3