#my baby loving heart is exploding💗

[landonor]

@.mclarenf1: Meeting your hero 🥹🤍 @.LandoNorris is here! 🤜🤛

[yokumirumerafan]

Can I request for a loverboy/lovergirl reader who is their partner but still looks whipped in love whenever they look up at them? A reader who's pupils mold and morph into dilated hearts and a dreamy smile as they yap about everything anything and nothing and their always so hyper around them? And how about this reader is also a stoic and cold person who has sélective mutism and doesn't show emotion or talk to anybody except their dear lover? You can do this with either mha or demon slayer you choose!

OH BABY. YES. This idea??? Romantic. Whipped. Cold-on-the-outside, heart-eyes-for-their-baby-on-the-inside??? WE'RE COOKINGGG 🔥💘

Let’s go with Demon Slayer for this one 'cause the contrast with the whole “cold and silent Hashira vs. bubbly loverboy/girl mode with their S/O” just hits DIFFERENT in that setting 😭💖

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu blinks, confused. You’re pressed into his side, starry-eyed and grinning like he just descended from the heavens. You haven’t spoken to a single person in weeks. But the moment he sat down next to you? You were talking about a cloud you saw that looked like a duck, how you tried soup yesterday but it was too hot, and how pretty he looks even when he’s mad. He’s just staring. “...You sure you’re the same person who glared at Sanemi for breathing too loud earlier?” But lowkey? He loves it. Blushes every time you stare at him with those heart-shaped pupils.

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

He is eating. You are staring. You: “Did you know your eyelashes sparkle in the sunlight? You're like a sunrise, you know? Gorgeous. Fiery. Golden. Like a—” “AH! MY FLAME! YOU ARE SO EXPRESSIVE TODAY! I LOVE IT!!” He lets you ramble like he’s watching a play. Meanwhile the rest of the Corps is watching you in shock, because the last time someone tried to say “hello” to you, you didn’t even blink. But when it’s Kyojuro? You look like Cupid shot you in both eyes.

🦋 Shinobu Kocho

“You’re talking so much today~ Did something happen?” You: “I saw you smile. I think my brain exploded. I am now running on 100% Shinobu-love energy.” She just giggles. Thinks it's adorable how you're cold and unreadable to everyone else, yet melting into a puddle the second she enters the room. She’ll use it to her advantage. Leans down with a teasing smile: “Tell me again how much you love me~”

🐍 Obanai Iguro

This man…is frozen. You: heart pupils, whispering about how cute he looks when he’s annoyed Obanai: 🧍 He’s internally combusting. “I—why do you talk to me like that?? You don’t even say hi to Mitsuri.” You: "Because she’s not you 🥺💘" His brain short-circuits. He will now protect you with his life.

⚡ Tengen Uzui

You're sitting on his lap, babbling about how his earrings sparkle and how his laugh cured your chronic sadness, while everyone else watches you like you’re a brand-new person. “BAAAABE,” he grins, “You’re so extra—AND I LOVE IT.” He thrives off your obsession. Will absolutely strut like a peacock anytime you go into loverboy/girl mode. The second someone else tries to speak to you? You deadpan silence them. He finds it hilarious.

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji

You cling to her arm with literal hearts in your eyes, going on and on about how her hair looks like strawberry candy and how you’d die if she ever stopped smiling. Mitsuri: 🥺💖💗💕 “You’re so cuuuuute when you talk!! I didn’t even know your voice could sound like that!” You're shy when others look, but with her? You're all wiggles, giggles, and lovey stares. She eats it up and might even squeal every time you start gushing.

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

You: 🥹 staring up at him like he hung the moon Sanemi: “...Why’re you lookin’ at me like that.” You: “Your hair’s so white. Like a snow angel. I love you. Have I told you? I love you so much. You’re so angry. It’s so hot.” Sanemi.exe has stopped working. “You didn’t even say a word to the Kakushi earlier but now you won’t shut up???” You just smile dreamily and play with his sleeve. He groans but he’s bright red and secretly enjoying every second.

🪨 Gyomei Himejima

You: clinging to his sleeve while gushing about his voice sounding like heaven and safety and soft rain Gyomei: 🧎 “My child, you are so precious.” You don’t speak to others. You don’t even look at them. But Gyomei? You’re a love-struck poet. He always listens gently, hands folded, smiling softly at your endless babble. He says he doesn’t deserve your love, but secretly? You are the light of his life.

Let me know if you want a MHA version too because omg I WILL DO IT 😭

[taetr4ck]

Chi-Ka by Tabber and DEAN + Mark Lee

chi-ka — mark lee

mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.

a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗

The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.

“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.

Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.

“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”

“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.

You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”

There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.

“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.

You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.

“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.

You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”

You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”

“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”

You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind. 

With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.

You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.

“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.

—

It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.

He grabs his phone and finds your number.

“I miss you.”

[anotherwriternamedclara]

new year, same love

what better way to start the new year with a new year themed fic! and it's about our dear pink haired sweetheart yuji itadori <3 happy 2025 to you all! 💗 wc: 0.5k | non sorcerer au i think?? also established relationship btwn yn & yuji

the year had passed in the blink of an eye. you swore that january first had only felt like yesterday, and your boyfriend – he was then just a friend, but was he ever really just a friend? – yuji itadori had confessed to you under the fireworks at midnight.

and so it was nearing midnight of january first once more. you couldn’t help but feel a rush of déjà vu as you stepped into the balcony, ready to watch the fireworks. yuji was leaning against the railing, the sleeves to his hoodie rolled up to his elbow. just like last year.

he smiled at you, that bright, bright smile that could light up the whole wide world. “you ready for the fireworks?” he asked, slipping an arm around your waist as you joined him by the railing.

“you know me,” you said confidently. “i was born ready.”

“i also know that last year, you ran back inside complaining about how your ears were going to explode,” yuji added with a small smirk that made you seriously question whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him.

“well, just be glad i stayed outside long enough to listen to your confession.”

yuji’s cheeks turned as pink as his hair. “don’t remind me of that! i was drunk on Coke, okay? it wasn’t my best moment.”

you smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “be that as it may, your ‘drunk-on-Coke’ confession is what brought us here today.”

yuji smiled back at you, his grip ever so slightly tightening on your waist. “today, entering the new year with the same love that got us through the last year.” he looked at you with wide, shining eyes. “did you hear that? i was being poetic!”

“and i love that about you, your ability to be poetic in the most unexpected of times. but look, let’s watch the fireworks.”

the fireworks were a dazzling display of colors and lights welcoming the new year. a bright pink one that dissolved into a spiral of stars caught your eye the most. the beauty of it reminded you of yuji and how being with him was like a firework sometimes – loud, bright, and fun. but unlike a firework, which only lasted a couple of seconds or so, you knew that deep down in your soul, yuji was forever.

“happy new year, yn,” yuji said. you could see the reflections of fireworks in his eyes, which made them all the more beautiful.

“happy new year, yuji. to many more new years with you.”

he smiled once again, that bright smile that completely outshined the fireworks still lighting up his face. “to many more new years with you,” he repeated, like it was a promise he would hold dear to his heart and never break. he leaned in closer, and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. “i love you.”

and so began the new year, with the same love as last year. for although things could and would change, one thing would remain constant – your love for yuji, and his love for you, which was just as dazzling as the fireworks still brightening up the sky.

you literally can't trust yuji with soda much less alcohol... bro would definitely get drunk off coke (basing this off my friend who does but anyways)

yn is a dramatic baby who's a lil sensitive to noise like me whoa

after the kiss she was definitely complaining about how her ears were going to explode just for the fun of it (but she actually got used to the fireworks, they remind her of yuji so she's fine with them now) a/n: happy new year once again! i do hope you enjoyed this fic js as much as i enjoyed writing it - last night in the car when i was coming home from a new year dinner with my family LMFAOO - but fr! may 2025 be a better year for all of us! wishing you all the best <3

[86espresso]

there’s holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss ✯ jh86

-> insta edit (my first one. be nice ill cry)

-> high school sweetheart!jack <3 bc yes

-> I love him bye

-> other things coming soon dw I didn’t forget 👊

-> under the cut !

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ynzonedout my boy<3 and also cam york’s boy apparently<33

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jackhughes baby I can explain 😔

ynzonedout is there something you need to tell me ://

cam.york j, babe, don’t ✋

ynzonedout wtf

jackhughes I was gonna tell u eventually 😔😔😔

alexturcotte have some decorum yorkie that’s a taken man

ynzonedout tell him.

trevorzegras 💻👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

jackhughes oh! that’s

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jackhughes look at her go !!

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ynzonedout oKAy but I did so good omfgfoMFG

jackhughes you did amazing bambi ☺️

ynzonedout but I didn’t fall over this time so bambi doesn’t check out ✋✋

jackhughes you fell over taking off your skates. off the ice

ynzonedout DELETE DLETEY

ynzonedout why do you hate me

jackhughes wtf I would stab trev for you

ynzonedout aw ur so <33

trevorzegras EHAT THEVFUCK

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ynzonedout you see this when you enter a room. what would you do 🎤

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alexturcotte run in the opposite direction FAST

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jackhughes nightmare blunt rotation

colecaufield notice how his sense of humor skyrocketed after he started dating bambi…

ynzonedout oof

jackhughes the heck. ur right 🙄

cam.york ALL at the same TIME 😮‍💨

ynzonedout none of those words are in the bible

jackhughes skshjskwjwaj

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jackhughes @/ynzonedout lookinf suuper extra fine today I need her mroe than air 😪 LOVE her so baf

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ynzonedout jackie, baby, this is your public instagram

trevorzegras accidentally gave him too many edibles thats on me

ynzonedout ofc ur at the scene of the crime

trevorzegras ??!!??/)$ cole was involved

jackhughes bsmbi come iver imy:((((((((((

ynzonedout omw baby just two mins of homework left 🥹

quinnhughes just projectile vomited

ynzonedout lowkey ate down 🎤

colecaufield lookin goood ma’am

alexturcotte stunna

user1 proof that your fav white boy needs a baddie in his life

ynzonedout ur so adorable im jumping ily :)

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ynzonedout happy 18th birthday to my fav princess angel white girl jacklyn <3 despite the growing pressure on you and big things coming up, you never fail to make me feel like the only girl ever. you’re the sweetest and kindest ever, everyone deserves a you. my forever crush, i love you to death. muah 💗

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jackhughes im drowning in my own tears.

jackhughes bambi wtf ill end it all i love you so much 🥹🥹🥹 thank you baby

alexturcotte my heart

trevorzegras ill actually cry. who knew you had a heart

ynzonedout im in ur Walls

colecaufield everyone’s crying. The streets exploded. bambi this is too much for all of us

ynzonedout THE STREETS EXPLODDE

ellenhughes aw this is adorable :)

ynzonedout thank you for your contribution to society 🧎‍♀️

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jackhughes 1 week before the draft. cant wait !! ✊ replies . . .

ynzonedout im so fucking proud of you the fuck. What the fucking fuck im sobbing

jackhughes language 😔

ynzonedout no im fucking emo rn dont even

ynzonedout WAIT

ynzonedout jack oh myfuckingh god COME OVER RN my columbia letter just came in I can’t open it

jackhughes SHUT UP IM LN MY WAY IM shaking

alexturcotte columbia wth

trevorzegras ayo WHAT

colecaufield DID YOU GET IN

user3 COLUMBIA IS SO CLOSE TO NEW JERSEY AND ITS IN NEW YORK

cam.york everyone start freaking out like right now. bambi and jack will probably live toGETHWR SKSJKSJS

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ynzonedout happy weekend <3 a girl doesn’t deserve less

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jackhughes proud doesn’t cut it, angel girl. you deserve all this and more 🩷

ynzonedout jackkk 🥹🥹🥹 you mean everything to me

jackhughes also we r so getting our own place and living together

ynzonedout damn fucking right we ARE

alexturcotte brb crying

trevorzegras you guys 🥹

colecaufield #bambijackforever agenda going strong . who’s dropping acid in my eyes

quinnhughes great achievement!! you’re so smart tf

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ynzonedout I hope you know how proud I am you were created 🩷 @/njdevils if you suck the youth out of him I’ll suck the soul out of you 🔪

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njdevils 🫡🫡🫡

jackhughes BABE. we’ll get in trouble

jackhughes honestly couldn’t have done it all without your support. I love you :)

ynzonedout love u more forever :))

a/n: if I made mistakes no I didn’t. feedback appreciated but only the nice kind 🩷

[hasello]

Hello good afternoon. Question: Have the other Leos or even Rise!Raph felt jealous towards Rise!Leo's for his natural skills in leadership? (I forgot each nicknames, sorry) Because I feel, I'm not sure if correct, but it kinda feel less forced on Rise!Leo then the others. Like he knows what to do and how to place his cards, making the enemies underestimate what his capable of, and only think his goofing around; giving him the upper ground. I think they could've felt some envy or something.

And second question, very important: ARE WE HAVING MORE OF THOSE CUTE LIL' BABY TURTLES?!!! THEY ARE SO ADORABLE!! I LOVE THEY WAY YOU DRAWING, MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE ❤!

You're awsome, and thank you for your time and art ❤ have a great day/night

Hi, love!! 💗

1. I agree, first of all, and fully get what you mean! I also believe Blue is simply a natural leader.

We know how it was for Red (rise). The movie showed us clearly what he thought and I wouldn’t change that, honestly.

“Red was never irritated at Blue’s skills, just at how he used them. Now… I’m just proud.”

I think Leo (12) would be mostly proud too, although it wouldn’t change the fact that she’d be irritated at how easy leading seems to be for Blue, because come on - all these years of trying and then some punk comes in and just does it with a smile…?

“I just don’t think it’s fair, that’s all. Clearly god has favorites…”

It would make him a little sad somewhere deep inside, too. How does Blue make it seem fun, meanwhile he’s always seen as lame and boring as a leader? It would all change after some time tho, since we know Blue isn’t all that confident and it’s mostly the great acting skills helping him look so easy going. After Leo would realize that (post invasion especially, I think) he’d just try to help him out with it all.

“Blue IS very skilled and has great leading qualities, he always had. He just wasn’t all that used to actually using them responsibly… I think.”

Now, it would be a little different with Lee (03). His perspective is a little… biased, cause of all the anxiety that falls on him in this au - so he’d be just fully stressed with the whole situation. Another one of his baby bros suddenly having to deal with all this shit?!

“…fainting worthy, truly.”

2. YES, OF COURSE!! I seem to be stuck with angst right now and I’m sorry for that. I need to finish my current projects and I promise I have a little idea for a comic, fully about them being silly kids 😚❤️ the hint what’s it about is: 🍪

ALSO: THANK YOU 😭❤️❤️ that’s so sweet, I’m happy you like it! You too, have a lovely day/night! ✨

here’s a little doodle of baby orange!!

[riaarivic]

HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 2 Clean

💗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.

💗💗💗💗💗💗

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!! 👩🏼‍💻✨

[bigredsweetiepie]

Brain dumping about Kane 💕

I love this character sooooo much. I feel like he is severely underrated in the WWE universe. I know people talk about how he should have had more title runs, and I agree! Glenn Jacobs is such a talented performer and he was always a hard worker.

In general , the concept of the Kane character was fantastic, and his costume design is the best probably out of most wrestlers (specifically in the early years). On the surface, his mainly red outfit has a great visual layout. The one sleeve, contrasting black flames, his mask, and boots really give him a great look. Like just visually it is pleasing.

Now in general, I don't know what it is, but something about him is just so cute. Maybe he reminds me of the winter soldier/bucky? But especially in late '98 and '99 where he was with X-pac and was betrayed by those who "loved" him, he was just such a sympathetic character.

Your whole life, you were (presumably) kept in the dark and in the shadows by Paul Bearer , your father, and as you grew up you learned to hate your brother due to what was fed to you. Then, when you try to get your revenge, you fail, and end up finding friends along the way while trying to escape imprisonment from your delusional boss. What is there not to love and care for? He was so sad and almost pathetic in some storylines that my heart exploded. Like come here baby , I'll take care of you .🫂

I'm specifically thinking of when he was sent to the mental hospital involuntarily by McMahon, when he was unmasked by DX, when Tori and X-pac betrayed him, for a few examples. Like he just needs better friends, someone who will look out for him in sincerity. He was just a sad plop sometimes. 😭😭😭

Anyways, I love this big fictional man, and I care him. 💗💓💖

Please take this photo collection of poor baby moments I’ve captured of Kane (someone help him)

[drtyelvisfantasy]

19 Candles🎂🧁💗

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Elvis plans a special birthday surprise for you, culminating in a sweet moment where he lovingly feeds you cake. With music and love in the air, the both of you create cherished memories on this joyous occasion.

50s Elvis

Song for the fic: 16 Candles

🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

The sun bathed the room in a golden glow as Elvis prepared for a special day. It was your birthday, and he wanted to make it unforgettable. In the kitchen of Graceland, he meticulously arranged a beautiful cake adorned with candles.

As you walked into the room, Elvis greeted you with a wide smile. "Happy birthday, darlin'! I've got something special planned for you."

Your heart swelled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. "Thank you, Elvis. What did you have in mind?"

Elvis led you to the dining table, where the cake awaited. The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air, and your mouth watered with excitement. "Close your eyes and make a wish. I've got a surprise for you."

You complied, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. The anticipation grew with every second that ticked by. Then, you felt the gentle brush of Elvis's hand against yours, guiding it towards the cake.

"Open your eyes, baby," Elvis whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

As your eyes fluttered open, you found yourself staring at a beautifully decorated cake, the candles flickering in the soft light. Happy tears welled up in your eyes, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of his gesture.

Elvis beamed at your reaction, his voice filled with joy. "I wanted to make this day extra special for you, sweetheart. Blow out the candles and make your wish."

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes once more, silently making a heartfelt wish deep within your soul. Then, with a gentle exhale, you leaned forward and blew out the candles, the room filled with a chorus of delicate wisps of smoke.

Elvis clapped his hands, his smile widening. "Now, it's time for the best part. I'm going to feed you the first piece of cake, just like in the movies."

Your heart skipped a beat as he cut a slice of the cake and carefully lifted it onto the fork. You opened your mouth, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. As Elvis brought the fork closer, you closed your lips around the bite-sized piece of cake.

The sweetness exploded on your tongue, a symphony of flavors dancing across your palate. Elvis's eyes never left yours, filled with adoration and affection. You chewed slowly, savoring every moment.

As you swallowed, Elvis's voice filled the room once more. "How's it taste, darlin'?"

You couldn't help but grin, your voice filled with delight. "It's absolutely delicious, Elvis. Thank you for making this day so special."

Elvis leaned forward, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Anything for you, my love. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me."

The room filled with warmth as you and Elvis shared the rest of the cake, laughter and love intertwined in every bite. The day continued with music and celebrations, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

In that moment, as Elvis fed you cake, you realized that birthdays were not just about the presents or the cake. They were about the love and joy shared between two souls. And with Elvis by your side, every day felt like a celebration of love.

🎂🎂🎂🎂

[megangovier]

Myers House

1978 vamp! Michael x fem! reader

Gif by @horror-heks

A/n: Thank you @toxicanonymity for this idea, I loved your vamp! Michael Fic 💗

Words-630

No mention of y/n

Summary: One night in late October, you walked inside the Myer's house. Not caring who might be in or not you looked around the place to see if there's anything to take. A few mins later a dark eerie presence looms behind you. Michael talks in this <3

Cw: | Choking | smut | biting | blood drinking | P in V | daddy! Kink | mdni

On an eerie late October night, you decided to sneak yourself into the Myer's house without making it look suspicious by the others you were staying with. As you headed out with hoodie up and hands in your pockets with a smirk on your face, an excited you couldn't believe you were going through with this a pang of anxiousness did consume you once you stepped foot on the Myer's porch. quietly letting yourself in the house a creak on the floorboards made you jump a bit. Closing the door behind you and slowly walking around the house, the beauty of run down houses made you even more curious. Looking into more of the house by going upstairs, the creaking floorboards with every step you took blew dust from under the stairs into the air slightly making your throat dry.

As you entered another room, a hand slid around your throat from behind, pinning you against the wall growling in your ear "what do you think you're doing in my house?" a soft moan escaped your lips. Turning to look at the person, your eyes dilated. The man that had his hand around your throat was thee Michael Myers the vampire of Haddonfield. A pool started to form between your legs, rubbing your thighs together "Sorry sir- I didn't mean too, I like to go where other people haven't" eyes glowing blue and fangs extracting Michael moved your hair to the side and slowly kissed and lick up your neck making you whimper and heart pound quicker.

Nibbling on your ear, you started to slowly back up against Michael. A chuckle escaped his throat "needy bunny" he said. slowly biting into your neck a moan escaped your throat, a bit louder this time making Michael slip a hand over your mouth. You were so needy for him and Michael could smell it. It was intoxicating the scent you were giving off was making him feral, he had threw you onto the bed, teared your clothes off and left nothing but your panties and bra on. As he grabbed both of your legs pulling you towards him at the bottom of the bed you couldn't help but admire how gorgeous he is, with the sparkling eyes, pretty neck and sharp fangs.

Michael slammed into you without any knowledge if you were ready or not. His huge frame was over your small one, caging your body like you were caught in a trap. His lips on your neck marking it up "You're mine for tonight and forever princess" He said possessively. His hands were on yours pinning them down as he rutted into you faster while biting into your neck again making you clench around him "That felt good princess, do it again.. go on, do it for daddy" as you did what you were told he went even faster. You were nothing but a moaning mess, eyes rolling at the back of your head, saliva dripping out your mouth and face flushed.

"God, you look so pretty like this, so fucked out on a used mattress, I bet you've never had it this good huh bunny" you couldn't speak, head was thoughtless and mumbling words that made no sense "baby so dumb, can't speak , silly little girl" clenching around him again. Michael tipped his head back in pleasure, blood running off his tongue "I'm so close princess, please make daddy come" clenching around him harder Michael's mouth opened his long tongue and red eyes appeared, growling like a maniac he slids his hand in your hair going at an inhumane speed hitting the right places, your legs start to shake and have a massive body convulsion you release all over his cock and torso making Michael exploded in your aching pussy.

reblogs, likes & comments & feedback is always welcome!💗

@lustfilledsinner💗

[campbyler]

*i wrote all this at approximately 4am, so bear with me for how deranged i sound lol*

oh. my. GOD. AAAAAAAAA!!!! this chapter like holy fuck i was giggling and kicking my feet after reading the first three paragraphs. like omg my GOD THEY ARE SO ALFJDKAL!

i would just like it to be known that i have driven a standard vehicle one (1) time in my life and my experience was so similar to will’s with how i almost burst out crying the first time i stalled as well LOL! i can’t really say much about all the technical car stuff since its been a few years since i’ve driven a manual car and i don’t know shit about cars, but from what i remember my dad said basically the same things to me that mike said to will when teaching him so i would say it’s pretty spot on!

HOLY SHIT THEY ARE SO KING IF MY HEART CODED OMG!! “That’s it, baby!” like holy fuck “now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes” first the thrift store date and then mike calling will baby!!??!!! so king of my heart of them. the mall date and the restaurant have changed my life. if i talk about it in too much detail i fear i might explode. so all ill say is OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO AAHADJKALSD LIKE “you should draw me” OMG I WAS SCREAMING JNTO MY PILLOW!!! “i already draw you all the time” KILLED ME! I DIED FOR A SECOND THERE ! “smoking hot… accurate portrait” i might as well have been six feet under at that point. “I’ll get jealous of her” holy shit michael wheeler. holy shit. i just have to continue before i really do explode. MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS!!! OH MY GOD I ALMOST DIED AGAIN! THE PHOTO BOOTH!!!!! i love a good photo booth moment and this one did NOT disappoint. THE HEART FRAME OMG!!!

will just absolutely ignoring max because she has them all figured out is just *mwah* but holy shit that car ride. will finally stopped ignoring that thing in the back of his mind and figured his shit out. like holy fuck my pillow probably hates me for how much silent screaming i’ve been doing through the chapter. will broke the no kissing in the mustang rule. HOLY SHIT HE BROKE HIS OWN RULE!!

this chapter is one of my faves!! can’t wait to see how mike is doing in the next chapter i bet he’s an absolute mess

AMAZING JOB AS ALWAYS!!! TAKE CARE!!!

<3<3<3

see you in the next chapter!

AHHH WE LOVE A 4AM COMMENT (EVEN IF YOU ARE INSANE FOR STAYING UP SO LATE TO READ)!! i am So So glad that you enjoyed!! i read this entire thing while nodding and also reaching thru the screen to pay your head gently 💗 tysm for reading and commenting and we hope you continue to enjoy the future chapters!!!

[yokumirumerafan]

Reader who is their girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband, eeh partner/lover in general! Being their tsuguko who has huge big anger issues, think bakugo of mha lol. But their only kind to them, their master!

🩸 MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

He thinks your rage is entertaining.

Watches you explode on demons like it’s a blood opera 🎭

But when you turn to him all soft like “Are you okay, love?” 😇 Muzan.exe has stopped working.

Genuinely shocked by the duality but loves that you fear no one but treat him like a god.

🌑 KOKUSHIBO

Respects your power.

When you go feral during training, he nods stoically. “Control your emotions.”

But you turn around like “Sorry master 🥺 did I scare you?” He blushes under the hair.

Secretly likes your chaos. It balances his calm.

🌀 DOUMA

OBSESSED with your tantrums.

“Wahhh you’re so scary when you're mad~💞!”

He gets purposely annoying to watch you snap.

But when you’re like “Please rest well, my love…” MELTED. And not just from ice 🧊💀

🔊 AKAZA

YOU?? Angry like him??? Instant heart eyes 😳

The two of you scream at enemies together. Power couple behavior.

But when you wipe his wounds softly after training like “You did well.” He just stares… wondering what he did to deserve you.

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🔥 RENGOKU KYOJURO

You go full rage-mode in training: “WHY IS THIS SWORD BENT!?”

He laughs warmly, unfazed: “SO MUCH PASSION! I LOVE IT!”

He knows you're a marshmallow inside.

“Only I get the gentle version of you? What an honor!” ☀️🥺

🕊️ GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Your fury is a contrast to his serenity.

He meditates while you're cussing out demons.

But when you hold his hand gently after a mission? He silently tears up. You're the only one he lets close like that.

💗 MITSURI KANROJI

“Eep! You’re scary sometimes!!” 😰

But she quickly hugs you after your rage fit.

Loves that you protect her fiercely, but are super sweet to her.

Calls you her “soft little firecracker” 💞

💢 SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

“HA! FINALLY someone with an attitude!”

You two fight like siblings but are loyal like soulmates.

If anyone hurts you? He explodes.

When you bandage his wounds like, “You dummy, be more careful.” He scowls but blushes HARD 😤❤️

🌊 GIYUU TOMIOKA

Doesn't say much when you’re angry. Just nods.

Actually lowkey enjoys the noise after his quiet days.

You're soft with him and he's confused but grateful.

“You… don’t yell at me?” “Never you. You’re my peace.” 🥺💙

🌫️ MUICHIRO TOKITO

You yelling? He forgets what you were even mad about.

He tilts his head like a cat while you rage.

“Huh? Oh. You’re done?”

But he secretly smiles when you calm down and ruffle his hair gently. “You did good today, master.” 🐈💨

🦋 SHINOBU KOCHO

“Wow~ you’re just like an explosive beetle.”

She finds your temper hilarious.

But when you bring her tea with a sweet smile after going berserk? “Awww you’re like a little tsundere moth~ 💜”

🌊 TENGEN UZUI

“SO FLASHY. SO LOUD. SO PERFECT!”

You two are chaotic AF together.

He loves how extra your temper is and thinks it’s sexy 😭

When you’re like “I made you dinner, my flamboyant love.” 💥 BOOM he proposes again.

🦌 OBANAI IGURO

“You’re yelling again…”

Acts grumpy but secretly thinks your rage is cute.

Kaburamaru hides behind his neck when you’re mad tho.

Soft moments when you adjust his bandages whispering “Only I get to see your eyes.” He melts into a snake puddle 🐍💗

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⚡️ ZENITSU AGATSUMA

Scared at first like “AHHH PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!”

But then realizes you’re only sweet to him.

He becomes your #1 fan: “My angry baby only loves meee~ 💛”

Clings to your leg when you're mad. Dramatic duo energy.

🐗 INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

SCREAMING MATCHES.

You both fight like feral animals.

But when you kiss his forehead after a fight like “Good job, boar brain 💕” He’s STUNNED. You love him?? SOFTLY??? 😭

💥 BAKUGO– wait wrong anime 😂

🧱 GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

He sees himself in your rage.

Actually feels more connected to you when you get mad.

But when you kiss his scarred cheek after a mission? He goes red and turns away like “Tch. Stop bein’ nice, idiot…” But holds your hand the whole walk home 🥹

[moxanji-real]

BABY IS COMING HOME!!! WAAAAAA!!! I ordered him off eBay and I know he’s going to take a long time to get here but I don’t care! I will wait for that cute stinky baby to come home! And I will fucking LOVE on him until he explodes from my love and affection!!!😭💞

(I have other Sanji plushes too and I snuggle and cuddle with them daily. I plan to get more too! All the Sanji plushes deserve my 100% love and attention. Wahhh! I love Sanji!!! I’m so excited for this Sanji to come home too!!! I’m gonna pet him and squeeze him and give him extra smoochies! Plus he looks so soft and comfortable…I can feel a mini heart attack coming on!!! I LOVE SANJI!!! 💕💗💞)

[ateez-himari]

Hello bb🌸😽(I'll keep saying it hehe) thanks for answering my asks you're so nice literally :(( and honestly i could tell that our it couple were well thought of by their amazing creator(aka you) cause I could tell how much you actually love them by the answers you're giving

And honestly mimi(nickname for my hima) is so real for that cause I feel that every girl has gone into a somewhat similar phase, I always overthink about whether I'm feminine enough or not, like I always worry about my posture, my clothes, my makeup and every little thing regarding myself but if you think about no one actually cares, like even fans nowadays don't point things like that out (or atleast not so much) and it should stay like that, idols(especially female) aren't dolls, they aren't going to look flawless and act like a lady from the Victorian times all the time(lol) and same thing for male idols, just because they are men doesn't mean they aren't allowed to cry, or be sad like many people think(unfortunately) they're humans, both of them

And honestly I feel like their relationship is the meaning of healthy, based on how much they trust eachother and give for eachother, mimi and mingming are honestly what i want to have in life(my babies🥹❤️‍🩹)

(but who would want to cheat on THE min himari and song mingi)

Love you sweetie mwahh😽💗

Hey sweets 🥰 You take time from your day to ask me questions, of course I'm going to answer them! You're so sweet omg I think my heart might explode 🥹

That's what I was trying to convey through her (also I absolutely love that nickname it suits her so well), the industry is already very toxic when it comes to things such as weight or facial features that I wanted to make a character closer to how people truly feel or are. She's scarred but she's beautiful, she's happy but still fights with her own mental health, she can't fully hear but she feels, and she's an adult but childish in her mannerisms because she couldn't grow up

Our babies can definitely have their overthinking/jealous moments but at the end of the day they're just two little mochis that love each other so much 🤭I had some other idols that were contenders for the title of boyfriend but I think these softies finish each other so well and I'm so so happy that you like them!! Don't worry, they're not going anywhere any time soon (or are they....I'm kidding I would never forgive myself 🥲)

Also let me tell you, overthinking happens to everyone but you shouldn't have to worry about whether you're feminine enough, or have to focus on every single detail of yourself, I can already see that you're such a sweet person. Society is stupid, it'll make you believe that a woman is delicate, that a man is stoic, but just you being you with your unique flaws, your unique soul, is way more than enough and makes this world more interesting. Imagine if everyone was the same boring copy of each other

Love you too sweets!! Mwahhh 😘💕

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES??? ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა OH SWEET HEART YOUR NEW RIC?? 😭💕💗💖💞💖💗 I WAS EXPLODING AT HOW FLUFFY IT WAS I ADOREDDD IT. AND SEEING YOU GET INSPIRED BY MY IDEAS MAKES ME HEART MELT OHMIGOSH I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY I WAS READING YOUR RECENT FIC. (BY ANY CHANCE IS IT YOUR BDAY SOON? 👀 You don’t have to share it’s okay!!) BUT UGHHH I LOVED ALL THE KISSES AND SMOOCHES READER GIVES TO DOTTORE. (Honestly idk if it was intended to be a little heated but either way it was just so romantic even if Zandik is literally the opposite of romance LMAO) BUT ZANDYYYY MY BABYYY 😭 ❤️ UGH HIM BEING THE ONE TO WISH US HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIRST?? IS SO CUTE!!!! (He def loves barging into your room in the morning some days so you can read him a story or play with him) AND READER GIVING HEADPHONES SUCH A SILLY NAME I LOVE LOVE LOVED IT!!! AND THE BONUS??🥹💕 IM CURIOUS NOW IF PERHAPS THE CLONES BOUGHT YOUR CAKE OR MADE IT THEMSELVES FOR READERS BIRTHDAY. THIS FIC WAS JUST WRITTEN SO SO WELL I JUST WANNA PUT UR WRITING IN MY MOUTH 🥰💖💗💞💕 PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RELAX AFTER THIS SINCE THAT FIC WAS SO LONG WOW! I COULD NEVER, AND I APLAUD YOU FOR GIVING US SUCH MASTERPIECES. I JUST WANNA CONTINUE PRAISING YOU EVERYDAY <33 ૮꒰⑅>﹏<⑅ ꒱ა IM GONNA GIVE YOU SO SO MANY KISSES AND MAKE YOUR CHEEKS SO SWOLLEN!!! I LOVE U CHU CHU!!

-from your very excited and happy boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

AHHSDBWIDBUDBED YOU'RE SO CUTE 🎐 ANON I WAS GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET AT YOUR MESSAGE NO JOKE 😭💖💖💖💖💖 I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT ILY TOO AHHHH!!!! (AND YES MY BDAY IS SOON SO I INDULGED A BIT HAHA :3) AND THANK YOU I LOVE WRITING READER GIVING KISSES TO DOTTORE 😭🥰🙏

To be honest I was just writing and I was like hey this seems pretty cute and fluffy! And then when I finished I did realize it seemed bit heated lol but I was really just trying to write Reader teasing him since I think it's funny- either way it can be perceived however the viewer wants :) AND THANK YOU I was trying to be as romantic as possible with someone like Dottore hehe

YES BABY ZANDY I HAD TO THROW HIM IN THERE CUZ HE'S SO CUTE 🥰 You two love starting the days off by reading stories together!! It's literally impossible to get him out of your room on those days 😭 HELP I WAS LITERALLY SCRATCHING MY BRAIN WONDERING WHAT TO NAME HEADPHONES SINCE PHONES DONT EXIST IN TEYVAT BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT. I LOVE WRITING DOTTORE AND READER BEING CRAZY AND SILLY.

Hehe well if you ask me I feel like the clones have definitely tried to make a cake for you themselves (to become your favorite) but ended up failing miserably because none of them can cook much less bake 😭 Damn near blew up the kitchen. So in the end they settle with hiring someone reputable (Pantalone's recommendation) to make it but they watch the chef's every single move with hawk eyes because they don't really trust them

THANK YOU I LOVE U 🎐 ANON 😭🙏 DW I AM FINE AND RESTING I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT THAT MUCH. I'M GIVING LOTS OF SMOOCHES TO U TOO!!!! 💖💝💞💓🫶💕

[lanadelspray02]

chapter 14 update say lessssss 😝↕️

Fast asleep on her chest, cheek smooshed into the fabric, her curls a full-on storm. One sticky strand clung to her forehead with sleep sweat, and Sparklehorn, ever loyal, was wedged between them like a sacred relic, her glitter horn slightly bent, one plastic eye rubbed half-faded from devotion. eyes watering from the cuteness

Her hand rested protectively on Ruby’s back, palm spread wide, like she’d placed it there sometime in the night and never moved. this is so domestic heart is full🥰💗

Katie tilted her head, studying her. “You picked her up for karaoke. Opened the car door for her. Said thank you. Didn’t stare when Tim asked you three too many questions. You were nervous. But kind. That stuck.” is it weird i’ve been smiling since the start of the chapter😅😅

Katie shrugged lightly. “I remember how people treat my daughter. You were respectful. She was smiling when she left. That counts for something.” awww katie🥹🥹 that’s her baby girl

“She’s two,” Katie said. “Everything’s life or death at that age. If you say you’ll be there, you better be. If you say you care, it has to show.” i am very much appreciating this conversation between katie and paige

“You still here?” ruby😭loves😭her😭so😭much😭

Ruby barreled forward and wrapped her arms around her neck like Paige might vanish if she let go. Paige scooped her up and kissed her cheek. paige😭loves😭her😭as😭equally

“You smell like bar.” ijbol ruby knows how to make a soft moment light

i should not be crying this much early this afternoon just the whole conversation of paige and ruby watching a show together all cuddled up

Azzi paused in the doorway. azzi is gonna cry from the view of paige and ruby isn’t she

She stepped forward slowly, almost cautiously, and leaned down without a word. She pressed a kiss to Paige’s hair, warm, quiet, lingering and then circled the couch and dropped onto the other side of Ruby, tucking her legs beneath her and pulling the blanket higher over all three of them. you just killed me my heart exploded from how wholesome this moment is

“I wanted you so bad,” Paige whispered. “Still do. But more than that? I wanted to feel close to you. Not just physically. I mean really close. I was sitting there thinking, I’m already yours. I just haven’t said it yet.” was killing your readers the goal with the amount of soft, endearing, domestic, sweet moments this chapter has? genuinely asking because my heart is aching in the best way

“I love you,” Paige said, her eyes finally meeting hers. “I’m in love with you.” THIS WAS THE FINAL STRAW OMG YES🙈🙊💗💓🥹🥹🥹🥹

“I know it’s fast,” Paige added, quieter now. “I kept trying not to say it. Telling myself it was too soon. That maybe it wasn’t fair to tell you, with everything you’re already carrying. But I don’t care anymore. I love you. I love how strong you are. How you love Ruby like she invented joy. How you make me feel like I’m allowed to want this. This. You and Ruby. I finally understand what people talk about when they describe what a home is, I don't think i ever truly felt a home… not until i met you.” my eyes are swollen now from all the tears paige’s confession broke me into a sob

“I love you,” Azzi said. “I didn’t know how to say it. I kept thinking if I said it out loud, it’d ruin the thing we were building. That it would be too much. But… it’s always been there.” the tears of joy and i’m literally lost for words. i’ve ran out of ways to describe how this chapter has made me so happy

There were games ahead, and challenges, and maybe even heartbreaks someday. YOU BETTER NOT BREAK THIS HAPPY HOME I SWEAR HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE

“Do you two like like each other?”. ruby IJBOLLLLLL🤣

“You can come more,” Ruby declared. “For cartoons. And juice boxes. And sleepovers. Like Grandma.” ruby had to make sure paige passed the final exam i know that’s right ruby😌 she runs the fudd household

i’ve been wanting a park scene and you absolutely delivered 10/10

Ruby was clapping enthusiastically, tiny hands slapping together with the determination of a toddler who knew when something deserved celebration. “GOOD JOB, PAIGEY!” i’m ctfu ruby is an absolute menace

Paige leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I love you, Ruby.” oh my heart 🥹🥹🥹

“Love you too,” Ruby whispered, shy now. Like she understood how big those words could be. oh my god i actually can’t 😩😩💗💗

“I think we got a Paigey now.” they’re locked in for life🤞🤞🤞🤞

“So… I thought maybe tonight? Dinner? Somewhere casual. Not fancy. Just us and your parents and Ruby. I’ll buy.” paige is setting the standard. she’s already gonna get their blessings. just a matter of time before paige pops the question

paige finding a home/family in azzi is so needed with her background. of being overlooked and not knowing where to fit with having a split family. with the fact that the love she receives specially from her mom is conditional. it also doesn’t help that she’s the eldest and independent that her parents think they don’t need to parent her as much.

Tim clapped a hand on her shoulder in greeting. “Nice to see you vertical this time.” i need more of tim and paige interactions. tim trying to be serious and protective but deep down he’s chill and funny

“I’m just doing the responsible parent thing,” Tim said. “You’ve got fans, scouts, a highlight reel a mile long. But Azzi and Ruby? They’re not temporary. They’re the long game. So I gotta ask, what’s your plan here?” valid questions

“Just one dad to another fake dad,” Tim said, shrugging. LMAOOO see what i mean

Tim finally leaned back and nodded once. “Good answer.” mom approved☑️, ruby approved☑️ now dad approved☑️ paige is on a roll this chapter

“I told you she’s good at talking,” Ruby whispered, like it was confidential. ruby ijbol i pray my child is innocently this funny one day

paige is the ultimate people pleaser. she’s not gonna say no to anything especially not with ruby’s requests

Tim smiled faintly, adjusting his grip on the wheel. “Then Azzi’s finally got someone who sees her the way we do.” i don’t ever want this series to end

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i’m sorry for this being too long, but i loved this chapter. there were moments where i just needed to highlight because they were amazing!!!!!

i am utterly shocked in a good way at how each chapter you’ve exceeded my expectations. i’ve probably said this a few times with previous chapters, but this is currently at #1 right now just WOW!

no notes, i’m out of suggestions. your mind and storytelling is incredible. every chapter i will be blown away

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YAYYYYY, im so glad you liked it, it lowkey be my fave chapter too atm. Paige and Tim duo bouta be iconic fr fr, i cant wait to write more of it.

I love how you mentioned paige finding a home in azzi is needed with her background, as that is exactly what i was going for, they all love paige.

now listen about heart breaking, would ya'll be mad if I added a tiny bit of angst, obviously it wouldn't be anything major cause the point of this whole story is azzi finding a home in paige and paige finding a home in ruby and azzi. But i do have an idea of something that could add some tension, that'll allow their relationship to deepen even more