#DONT ASK ME HOW I DID I JUST DID IT IT WAS HARD

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Papaya Rules doesn’t apply to the heart 🧡

Oscar Piastri is in love with Y/N Brown. Y/N has been and probably will be in love with Lando Norris, and Lando, is in love with the attention and the thrill of chasing his first championship.

Note: this will be part smau & partly written; all pics are from Pinterest and in this Y/N is Zac Browns daughter. The fic takes places over the course of the 2024 season.

Part 2 of 5

Y/Ninsta recent activities:

Lando unblocked

Lando followed

OscarPiastri followed

Account is now public.

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Over the course of the weekend; you found yourself in the company of Oscar Piastri more often than not, he wasn’t someone you expected to gel so quickly with, you knew he was on the quieter more reserved side, but he was surprisingly funny, smart and very charming, every moment with him left you smiling and giddy. You tried hard not to think about the butterflies that stirred in your stomach, the last thing you needed was to catch feelings for him, you had vowed not to date another driver, let alone one from the same time as Lando; it would make things too messy and complicated, more so than the last one time.

Yet you didn’t stop yourself from flirting, he was cute, that couldn’t be denied; and just your luck, that caught the attention of the last person you wanted to pay you any mind.

“You and Osc huh?” Lando said as he crept up behind you on Sunday before the start of race.

“What?” You asked, there was no way you were going to admit anything.

“All the flirting?”

“Oh that’s not- shut up” you swatted his arm when he wiggled his eyebrows at you; you laughed so loud you snorted; he smiled brightly back at you, and there is was, butterflies, unwanted and unnerving. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for?”

“We don’t start for another 3 hours” Lando said as he bumped his shoulder against yours as you both continued through the McLaren hospitality. “Besides, you seem to be avoiding me, thought we could have a little chat”

“I’m not avoiding you” you lied, you definitely were.

“I missed you I hope you know that”

“Lando, let’s not do this”

“No- Y/N let’s do this” Lando said and he stepped in front of you, stopping you both in your tracks “you disappeared on me, blocked my number, blocked me on social media and even threatened your dad to not say anything about you to me”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you that” you huffed. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to look anywhere but his eyes.

“You just left and didn’t say anything and I didn’t know why”

And then the butterflies churned into angry hornets.

“Oh you didn’t?” You scoffed, of course he’d say that “Lando, I dont know if you didn’t realize it, but let me spell it out for you, I was in love with you; i thought you might have felt the same way- everything we did- all the things we-“ frustratingly you shook your head, shaking away the tears that burned your eyes “then you turn around and do that with someone else? And you claim she was just a friend? So what was I? Just a friend too, right?”

“You never said anything” he frowned, mixed emotions coloring his face.

“I didn’t think I had to, but it doesn’t matter right now. I’m here for my dad, I don’t need this”

“Y/N don’t be like this, we used to be best friends, we can be friends again, just like we were”

“Friends? I’m not interested in fucking you, considering that’s what all your friendships seems to entail” you knew how harsh that was, but you needed to say it; clear the anger you had harbored.

“And you’re not trying to do the same thing with Oscar? Since fucking your friends is something we have in common?” He lashes back, angrily.

“No you asshole, but that’s a new concept to you isn’t it?”

“You know those girls meant nothing to me”

“And neither do I, so if you don’t mind I have to go” but before you could actually move from his space; the hurt and anger on Landos face drained.

“Y/N look I’m sorry, I don’t want us to fight; I wasn’t trying to make this worst, can we just forget all of this and try to be friends again, you still are one of the most important person in my life”

“I don’t know Lando” you signed, the truth was, no time apart could change that, he was one of your best fiends, he meant the world to you too “I need time Lando, I’m sure we can be friends again but I need time to get us back to where we were, not the sex thing” you smiled at the last part “strictly platonic”

“I can be patient to be your strictly platonic friend again” he promises and kisses your cheek before darting off.

You continued down the corridor; your mind reeling from the back and forth, it left you feeling a little whiplashed.

“Hey Y/N” You heard Oscar before you saw him; his voice alone caused your rapid heartbeat to still; the churning in your stomach settled “you look worried, everything okay?” His browns furrowed in worry.

“Yeah, better now” you said with a smile, because everything did feel better now.

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Y/Ninsta posted

Y/Ninsta: There’s no place like Monaco; congratulations to the Leclercs for the 1-2

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Race weeks drifted from one to the other; before you knew it you were celebrating another podium for Oscar. Oscar who had effortlessly wedge his way into your life, he was apart of your daily life, even when he wasn’t physically near you, he was always on your mind. You hated how easy it was to let your guard down for him, how easy it was for you to fall for him; not that you would admit it, you promised yourself you weren’t going to put yourself in this position again.

“Hey” You smiled when Oscar sat down besides you, the towel he had wiping the champagne from his hair tossed down on the table in front of you.

“Congratulations, I’m happy for you” You said “how are we celebrating”

“How bout dinner”

“Mhm sure you can come out with me and Carmen and George, we are going to celebrate”

“Thanks but no i meant- just us; like a date?”

“Oh um” you frowned “Oscar, you know i really appreciate you and our friendship but I can’t”

“Because of Lando?”

“What?”

“I know you guys were sorta together in the past, I didn’t know either of you still carried those feelings”

“No Oscar; it’s not Lando, I promise” you grabbed his hand and held it in yours.

“You don’t have to explain, I get it. I’ll see you around” he gently pulls his hand away and gets up, grabbing his towel and leaving.

You let out a sigh and collapsed back into the chair you were sitting in; why was all your feelings so complicated.

Quickly you shot off a text to Carmen, needing her and George to distract you with copious amounts of alcohol.

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Wine drunk from dinner you found yourself with your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear. You frowned when he didn’t pick up and called again.

“Y/N?” He answered after the second ring.

“Lando” you pouted though he couldn’t see you, you could hear the beating tempo of music in the background, he must have gone out.

“Y/N? Where are you, is everything okay?”

“I’m good, so good I’m at Oscar’s hotel, I’m going to see him/ you and I, we are platonic friends” You hiccuped, drunker than you had realized “and I’m gonna say yes to Oscar, gone on a date”

“Y/N” he signs your name, you didn’t know how much you broke his heart in that moment.

“I can’t love you anymore Lando, I can’t” the words left your mouth before your brain could stop you; there was a long stretch of silence between you; nothing but the music from his end. You ended the call and muster up the courage to do what you had planned earlier.

One wobbly step after another (heels weren’t your friend on your soberest of day; let alone now) you made your way to Oscars hotel room. You rapidly knocked on the door before a disheveled Oscar opened the door.

“Y/N? What are you doing here, is everything okay?”

“We should go on that date”

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying”

“I am” you admitted “but I’m so sure it; Oscar you make me feel things I tried to close myself off to, I had no interest in falling for you, but I am and I’m not going to let what happened year ago to affect what we can have now”

“Come inside Y/N”

“Is that a yes to the date?” You asked hopefully.

He shook his head and led you into his hotel room “let me get you some water and get you into bed, we can talk about this later yeah?”

“Yeah, sleep sounds good” you yawned and let Oscar help you out of your shoes.

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When you drunkenly showed up at Oscar’s door asking for a date, you hadn’t expected to wake up in his bed the next morning, the bed he was notably absent from. Your stomach dripped, you hoped you didn’t royally screw things up. But the note on the nightstand kindly let you know that he was out for coffee and quote, your hungover cure.

You got out of his bed and practically sprinted to the door when a loud knocking came, assuming it was Oscar, who you assumed forgot his key, you swung the door open without a second thought.

“Osc- Y/N?” Lando’s shocked expression greeted you.

“Hey, Oscar stepped out” you said and averted your gaze when you felt his eyes over your body; which was, as you know realized, dressed only in one of Oscar’s tshirt.

“Um yeah, tell him to call me before his flight to London”

You nodded and shut the door.

Your heart raced as you remembered the phone call between you; guilt settled into the pits of your stomach but you quickly pushed any tagging thoughts away, you refused to let any thoughts or feelings for Lando ruin what you knew can be something good. Oscar was sweet and kind, he was funny and charming; you were falling for him, and you didn’t want to let something from the past dull what could be a bright future.

That morning you ate breakfast together and he made you ask again, which you did, cheeks burning hot the entire time. Then you laid in bed and kissed until you had to reluctantly part. You’d see each other again in London.

London, where each day you spent trading sneaky looks and flirty comments; and each night you’d sneak into each other’s hotel room. You couldn’t be happier, even your dad had noticed, but you brushed him off. The last thing you wanted to do was for him to find out when you were still figuring things out.

As for Lando, you barely saw each other and when you did, you both had mastered the art of pretending the other didn’t exist, if it did come down to it, and you did have to speak, it was nothing but court.

It wasn’t until after Silverstone that you and Oscar managed to have your first proper date; you both had agreed to having a pizza baking night at your place in Monaco, you were in a pleasant happy bubble that you didn’t want to be popped just yet; you knew your relationship would be scrutinized, and you wanted to keep it to yourselves just a little bit longer.

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The way love falls - lcy

pairing- Anton lee x fem!reader

genre- fluff

Wc- 13k

a/n- hiiii lovelies!!!hope you like this!!!i worked hard and this truly spoke to me ig so please enjoy!!

Jeju, 1955

The leaves fell like all leaves do. They fell from the trees, flowing, dancing, entangled in their own spirit as they drifted beneath our feet. That’s how they lived. That’s how they died. They didn’t have thoughts or feelings. They were silent against the winds and the tussling of the other trees. That’s how Chanyoung lived. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He did what he was taught, obedient to his mother, father, and grandmother. He was a careful leaf amongst the wild ones. That’s just how his leaf fell. Until he saw her.

Her presence was different—something that disrupted the stillness of the falling leaves. She walked with a grace that seemed at odds with the weight of the world around them. Chanyoung, who had always been taught to follow and never stray, found himself watching her in a way that felt unfamiliar. He didn’t know why, but something about her caused the quiet rhythm of his life to shift.

“Chanyoung!” came the echoing voice of his mother as he walked (or rather, toddled) over with a basket of fish, holding them out to her as she looked at him with a stern face. “One. Two… four, five…” His mother sighed deeply as Chanyoung looked down at his feet. He knew what was coming. It always did.

“Why… go take it back, Chanyoung-ah. We barely have enough as it is,” his mother said sternly. His antics had aged her nearly twenty years with how often he gave fish to the Oh family.

“But… mother, they d-don’t—” he started.

“I don’t care,” she interrupted. “Her mother married into the Oh family. They are responsible for feeding her. Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t let your father know about this!” she yelled, steam practically coming out of her ears.

“Don’t you get it, Chanyoung?! We barely have enough!” she sighed heavily. “Next time, you give that… girl an extra fish, it’ll be yours , She’ll eat.” As his mother stormed off, Chanyoung didn’t think her words were that bad. If he had to go to bed hungry so that she could feel a little less ache in her stomach, he would. He would for her.

The wind howled through the trees as Chanyoung stood still, the basket of fish still clutched in his hands. His mother’s words echoed in his mind, but they didn’t make him feel the same way they made her feel. He didn’t understand why she had to be so angry. Wasn’t it enough that he gave what little he had to others? Why did his heart ache when he saw someone hungry, when he knew he could help?

He glanced toward the horizon, where the ocean met the sky, and for a moment, the wind seemed to whisper something just out of reach. He felt a strange pull, a sense that there was something more beyond the world he knew. Something bigger, something different.

As his feet shifted, he noticed the familiar rustle of the leaves once again. His thoughts turned back to her—the girl who seemed to exist outside the quiet pattern of his life. Maybe she was the one who would show him what it felt like to live differently, to think differently, to be different.

But before he could move, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned just in time to see her standing there, her silhouette framed by the pale light of the setting sun.

“She yelled at you again…didn’t she?”the girl asked,her small figure so bright in his eyes as he stared at het with a dopey look in his eyes.As she cleared her throat he quickly shook his head ‘no’ making her click her tongue and roll her eyes.

“Ofcourse she did, dont lie “she chuckled.Chanyoung could feel the tears start to blur his vision.What if she thought he was weak?What if she thought that boys who cry because of their mothers are dumb?What if she thought he wouldn’t be good enough because he cried.

“You're gonna cry aren't you?”shr giggles as he tearfully stutters “n-no ..mm I’m n-not”he sniffled .She pouted as he said this before standing closer to him.

The winds had gotten stronger.The tides more stronger aswell.

“Its okay channie….shh”she shushed him her smooth fingers caressing his round eyes.the salt of the illuminating on  her fingers.

The name.she had only called him ’channie’ once before.it was like his leaf had started to float more elegantly when he heard her voice utter his name.The melody of her voice was the wind and he was a mere leaf.

In that moment, he felt lighter than he had ever felt before, as if he could be swept away by the breeze, carried to a place where he could finally breathe. She made the world seem less harsh, less heavy. Her touch, soft and calming, seemed to pull him from the storm inside his heart, and for once, he didn’t feel so alone.

“You don't have …to give me it”she said.

The wind had suddenly stopped.his leaf once again falling,not floating.She didn’t get it.It wasn’t about the fish,It was about the fact that he wanted to show her that he cared.He wanted to show her how much he cared, how his heart beat around her .So fast, so heavy and quick. 

The silence between them stretched as Chanyoung stood there, still holding the basket of fish, his heart racing. The wind had stopped, but inside him, a storm raged. She didn’t understand. She thought it was about the fish, but it wasn’t. It was about so much more—about wanting to give something, anything, to someone who made him feel seen, made him feel like he mattered.

“I want to,” he whispered, barely audible against the quiet of the evening. His voice trembled as he stared down at the fish in his hands. “I want to give you something, even if it’s just this.” His words felt foreign on his tongue, like he wasn’t used to saying them, but they came from a place deep inside him, a place he’d never let anyone near before.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching his face as if trying to understand. “You don’t have to give me anything, Chanyoung,” she said softly, her tone gentle. “I know you care.”

But he shook his head. “You don’t understand,” he insisted, his voice cracking. “It’s not just about this. It’s about showing you that… that I care. That I want to be more than just the boy who follows orders. I want to be something else. I want to be someone who can make a difference.”

Her gaze softened as she stepped closer, her presence like a quiet promise in the stillness of the evening. She reached out, gently taking the basket of fish from his hands, her fingers brushing against his. The simple touch sent a jolt through him, a spark he didn’t know he needed.

“You already matter,” she said quietly, her voice steady and warm. “You don’t have to do anything to prove that.”

Chanyoung felt a weight lift from his chest, though the storm still churned inside him. She was right—he didn’t need to prove anything. He just needed to be. To be seen, to be heard, to be allowed to exist outside the confines of expectations.

But in that moment, as the sun dipped lower and the first stars began to flicker in the sky, he realized something. She was the one who had shown him what it meant to be free, to live differently.

She smiled at him, and it was like the world shifted once again.

“Chanyoung,” she said, her voice a soft melody in the quiet of the night. “You don’t have to be anything other than who you are.”

And for the first time in his life, Chanyoung felt like that was enough. Just being who he was, without the need for anyone else’s approval, was enough.

As the wind picked up again, this time gently, like a sigh against the earth, Chanyoung allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, his leaf could float a little longer. Maybe he could choose where it landed.

Jeju 1960

Autumn had left.Winter had arrived.It was funny to chanyoung how before he felt like a leaf that was floating.Now he was a leaf that was frozen.

Autumn had left and winter had arrived.His y/n’s happiness had come and left aswell.

Her once childish laugh had turned into a monotone silence.Her winter had started the moment her mother took her last breath.

The very reason he had met his y/n, the reason she was there with him for the past four years , had left.

Chanyoung stood by the window, staring out at the vast stretch of snow that covered the hills, a coldness settling in his chest. The world outside seemed as still as he felt. The leaves were long gone, replaced by the bitter, unyielding chill of winter. He had once felt like a leaf, floating in the wind, but now he felt like the frozen earth beneath the snow—trapped, cold, and unable to move.

He glanced to his side, where Y/N sat by the small fire in her  home. Her eyes, once bright with mischief and laughter, now seemed distant, as if she were looking through him rather than at him. The pain of her mother’s death weighed heavily on her, and despite his best efforts, he felt helpless in easing that burden. He had tried to be there for her, to remind her of the life and love they had built together, but nothing seemed to break through the wall she had built around herself.

It had been weeks since her mother passed away, but the silence between them  felt endless  Chanyoung missed her laughter, the way her presence had filled every corner of their life with warmth. He missed her touch, the way she would quietly find her way into his arms, seeking comfort and giving it in return. But now, there was only the weight of grief, and no matter how much he wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, the words felt hollow.

He walked over to her slowly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of snow outside. He knelt down beside her, gently taking her hand in his. She didn’t look at him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence, but he felt the soft, trembling warmth of her fingers against his, and that was enough for him to keep holding on.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur. “I’m here. I’m always here, for you. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but after a long pause, her voice, strained and weak, broke the silence. “I don’t know how to be… without her. I don’t know how to move forward.”

Chanyoung’s heart ached for her, but he knew that the only way to heal was to give her the space to grieve. He couldn’t rush her, couldn’t expect her to find her way back to the laughter they once shared in an instant. All he could do was stand by her side, offering his presence as a silent comfort.

“I can’t make it go away,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “But I can help you carry it. One step at a time.”

She finally met his gaze, her eyes still clouded with sadness, but there was something there—something flickering in the depths of her soul. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” she whispered.

“You are,” he said, his voice steady with the certainty that only love could bring. “You’ve always been strong. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll face this together.”

She looked down at their hands, entwined in the quiet of the room, and a tear slipped down her cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. Sometimes, the best thing to do was simply let the tears fall.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same,” she said, her voice breaking. “I don’t know if I’ll ever laugh the way I used to.”

“You will,” Chanyoung replied, his voice soft but full of conviction. “It might take time, but you’ll find your way back. You’ll find joy again.”

She nodded slowly, her shoulders trembling as she exhaled a shaky breath. The winter might have come, but he wasn’t going to let it freeze her heart. He would stay with her, no matter how long it took. They would get through this winter together, and when the spring came, they would find the warmth of the sun once more.

For now, they sat together in the silence of the room, the fire crackling softly between them. The storm outside raged on, but inside, there was a quiet promise that no matter the cold, they would find a way to keep each other warm.

Soon spring would arrive.New leafs would bloom.Hopefully green.

Jeju 1965

Five years. 157,680,000 seconds. That’s how long he had spent comforting her. Through winter, through spring, through summer, through autumn. Through careful watering, her own leaf had started to bloom. Chanyoung could see it. He could see her smile shine as bright as the sun’s rays as she walked along the sands of Jeju.

Her laughter, once a distant memory, now rang out in the salty breeze, a melody that made his heart swell. It wasn’t the same childish giggle from their youth, nor the broken silence that had followed her mother’s passing—it was something new, something reborn. She was still Y/N, but stronger, carrying the weight of her grief with grace.

Chanyoung watched her from a distance, standing barefoot where the ocean kissed the shore. She had always belonged to the sea, much like the wind that carried the leaves. The way the water touched her ankles, swirling around her as if the waves themselves longed to embrace her, made him believe that she, too, had finally started to move forward.

He approached quietly, his hands buried in his pockets, feeling the fine grains of sand shift beneath his feet. She turned before he even spoke, as if she could sense his presence before seeing him. Her gaze met his, and for the first time in years, there was nothing heavy in her eyes.

“Y’know your mothers going to yell at you again” she said softly as she had a foreign look in her eyes he smiles back at her.Oh how he would reach towards the ocean and pick every coral out for her if he could.Just to see her smile.

“You’re so careless chanyoung…”she scoffs looking at her feet and kicking a rock “ If she…are you even listening”

No.He wasnt listening, he was spending his time staring at her memorise, each bump in her skin, the way her lips and nose were shaped.They were so beautiful .To him she was so beautiful.

A sigh broke him out of his trance as he looked at her with widened eyes, making her frown.

“You can’t just act so..out of it chanyoung…”her brows furrowed as she looked up at the sun , which was slowly going to sleep.”do you know what they say….”he knew.”they say that Lee chanyoung only wakes up to follow l/n y/n around” he turned his head sheepishly to the side.A chuckle escaped him, light and unbothered. Maybe it was true. Maybe his heart had only ever beat in rhythm with hers. Maybe every step he took was simply a response to where she led. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

“Do they?” he mused, tilting his head as if he truly had no idea.

She rolled her eyes, though there was no real annoyance behind it. “They do. They think you’ve never had a single thought of your own.”

Chanyoung hummed, considering. “That’s not true.”

She arched a brow, waiting.

“I’ve had at least one thought of my own.”

“Oh?” she crossed her arms. “And what’s that?”

“That I want to marry you.”

The wind carried his words, soft and easy, like the gentle push of waves against the shore.

She froze. He could see the way her breath hitched, how her hands twitched slightly as though she wasn’t sure what to do with them.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

He smiled. For once, he had surprised her.

Chanyoung took a step closer, his fingers itching to reach for her, but he held back, giving her space. “I don’t care what they say, Y/N. I’ve followed you, yes, because I wanted to. Not because I had no mind of my own, but because my heart has always known where it belongs.”

She blinked at him, still caught somewhere between shock and something else—something softer, warmer.

He lifted a hand, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “You don’t have to say anything now. You don’t even have to answer me today. But just know that… if you’ll have me, I’ll spend every season, every year, choosing you.”

The sun had nearly set, painting the horizon in hues of deep orange and gold, the sky reflecting the warmth that now simmered between them.

Y/N looked at him then, really looked at him. At the boy who had once been a careful leaf, afraid to fall, afraid to be anything more than what was expected of him. But now, he wasn’t just a leaf. He was the wind itself, choosing his own path.

She exhaled, and when she smiled, it was as if spring had arrived again.

She huffed as she crossed her arms with a small pout “can’t.sorry” she said her lashes fluttering.Chanyoungs heart dropped as he stopped silent in his tracks .

“Huh”she looked back, her face held curiosity , as to why the boy looked like he was prey caught by his predator.

Can’t?” Chanyoung echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. The word felt foreign, unfamiliar—like a language he had never learned to understand.

Y/N turned fully to face him now, her expression unreadable. The way her lashes fluttered, the small pout on her lips—it wasn’t rejection, not entirely, but it wasn’t the answer he had been hoping for either.

His mind raced, searching for meaning in a single syllable. Can’t? Not don’t want to? Not no?

“Y/N…” He stepped forward, hesitant, as if one wrong move would send her slipping through his fingers. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, her arms tightening around herself as she looked away, staring at the last slivers of sunlight melting into the horizon. “I mean exactly what I said, Chanyoung.”

Frustration clawed at his chest. “That’s not an answer.”

She exhaled sharply, the weight of something heavy pressing against her shoulders. “You don’t understand—”

“Then help me.” His voice was firm now, steadier. “Because right now, all I understand is that I love you. That I want to build something with you. That I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Y/N swallowed, shifting on her feet. “It’s not about love, Chanyoung.”

“Then what is it about?”

She bit her lip, hesitant, before finally meeting his gaze again. 

“….I …I always promised myself I’d go back to seoul”she said, her eyes sunken ,”I promised my mum I…that i wouldn’t succumb to the pressures she did”her voice broke , just like Chanyoungs heart

“i want to marry someone from seoul!and ofcourse…become a poet”she said , the broken voice turning more monotone, as if she was trying to convince herself mire than him.

“Then lets stop this”cam his retort causing y/n to pause in her thoughts and look up at him

Her breath hitched, eyes widening just slightly. Stop this?

“What?” she whispered, barely believing the words had come from him.

Chanyoung held her gaze, his jaw tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides. “If you’ve already decided… if you’ve already written the ending to our story before we even had a chance to fight for it—then let’s stop this.”

The words felt like fire on his tongue, like something tearing at the seams of his chest. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to walk away. But if she was so determined to push him away, to convince herself that what they had wasn’t worth breaking promises over—then what was he supposed to do?

Y/N’s lips parted, but no words came out.

For the first time, she saw something in his eyes she had never seen before. A quiet kind of desperation, a plea hidden behind the hardness of his expression.

“You say you want to marry someone from Seoul,” he continued, voice strained. “That you want to be a poet, that you made a promise to your mother—but what about you, Y/N? What do you want?”

Her breath was shaky. “I—I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

His words were quiet, but they hit her harder than any shout could.

She did know. She had always known.

But knowing and choosing were two different things.

“I—” she started, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Tell me you don’t love me,” he said. “Tell me this—us—was never real. Tell me that, and I’ll walk away right now.”

Her heart stopped.

He was giving her an out. A way to make it all disappear, to end it cleanly, to go back to the life she had always planned for herself.

But when she opened her mouth, nothing came.

Because she couldn’t say it.

Because it would be a lie.

Chanyoung took a shaky breath, nodding to himself as if he already knew the answer. “That’s what I thought.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, hating how much he understood her. How easily he saw through the walls she had spent years building.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, voice small.

He furrowed his brows

“Scared?Scared of…of what”he said this time he grabbed the sides of her waist lightly , holding her like a fine piece of china.She was too delicate to be handled roughly in his eyes. A leaf still in bloom.

“…of dissapointing her”a teary voice.She put a hand on his chest as she looked up at him with a blue expression.Chanyoung stared back at her, understanding rooted inside him.

Chanyoung exhaled slowly, his grip on her tightening just slightly. Of disappointing her. He understood that feeling all too well—the weight of expectation, the fear of straying too far from the path someone else had drawn for you.

But he couldn’t stand to see her like this. So fragile, so caught between what she wanted and what she felt she should do.

“You won’t disappoint her,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently over her waist. “Loving me… choosing me—it doesn’t take away from everything else you want, Y/N.”

Her lashes fluttered, unshed tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “But I know you. And I know that no matter where you go, no matter what you choose—you’ll make her proud.”

She let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

Chanyoung reached up, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you,” he said again, softer this time. “And if you tell me to, I’ll let you go. I’ll let you chase your dreams, go back to Seoul, marry whoever you think you’re supposed to. But just for a second, be honest with yourself.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding so loud she swore he could hear it.

He leaned in, just enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. “If none of that mattered—if it was just you and me, right here, right now—what would you choose?”

The question burned through her.

Because she knew the answer. She had always known.

You. I would choose you, a thousand times over.

Her lips parted, but before she could speak, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

And then—quiet, hesitant, like the first drop of rain before a storm—

“I would choose you.”

Those words were all it took for the gust of wind always following Chanyoung to push him forward—to close the space between them, to cup her face in his hands like she was something precious, something meant to be held close.

Her breath hitched as their foreheads touched, the warmth of him seeping into her skin, grounding her even as her heart felt like it might take flight.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing over the apples of her cheeks, over the tears she hadn’t even realized had fallen.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, the sound breaking at the edges. “Probably not as long as I’ve waited to say it.”

Chanyoung exhaled, something deep and full and relieved. “Then don’t take it back.”

Her hands found his wrists, fingers pressing lightly into his skin. “I won’t.”

It was a promise. One that made his heart ache in the best way.

And so, with the last light of the setting sun painting them in gold, Chanyoung closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that tasted like every unsaid word, every stolen glance, every moment that had led them here.

And for the first time, neither of them ran.

A month later

“No.”the very word ‘no’ from his mother weighed heavily on him as he looked at her with betrayal.

“why…shes…mother …shes-“ “an orphan.An orphan who is a burden on her step fathers family and will be on ours aswell”

Chanyoung felt the breath leave his lungs, like he had been struck in the chest.

His mother’s words rang in his ears, sharp and final. An orphan. A burden.

“Mother,” he said, voice tight, controlled, but barely. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know enough,” she replied coolly, sipping from the porcelain teacup in her hands as if they were speaking of something trivial. “She has nothing to her name. No family, no status, no future. Do you truly think you can build a life with a girl who has nothing to offer?”

Chanyoung’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. “She has me.”

His mother scoffed. “And what will that give her? Love?” She set the cup down with a soft clink, her gaze sharp as she looked at him. “Love does not put food on the table. Love does not build a secure home. You think with your heart too much, Chanyoung. You always have.”

He took a step closer, his jaw clenched. “Then maybe it’s time you stop thinking for me.”

His mother’s expression darkened. “Are you truly willing to throw everything away for her?”

His breath was heavy, uneven, but his answer came without hesitation.

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating.

His mother exhaled sharply, shaking her head in disappointment. “Then you are a fool.”

“Maybe,” Chanyoung admitted. “But if loving her makes me a fool, then I don’t want to be wise.”

He turned on his heel, not waiting for her response, not giving her another chance to rip apart the one thing in his life that had ever truly felt like his.

Because he had already made his choice.

And nothing—not his mother, not society, not even fate itself—would take her away from him.

“Lets run away..”came her meek suggestion when Chanyoung relayed the piercing words of his mother.He looked at her with confusion .

Run away?

“Run away?” Chanyoung repeated, as if the words themselves were foreign to him.

Y/N nodded, her fingers twisting together, a nervous habit he had come to recognize. “If we stay here, your mother will never accept us. She’ll never accept me.”

Chanyoung exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “And where would we go?”

“Seoul,” she answered immediately. “It’s where I’ve always wanted to be. Where I was meant to be.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she stood firm, searching his face for any sign that he would agree. “We could start fresh. Just us.”

He studied her, the way hope flickered in her eyes, the way her hands trembled ever so slightly.

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell her they could leave this town behind, escape the weight of expectations and disapproval. But something held him back.

“Y/N…” He sighed, stepping closer, brushing his hands over hers. “Running away doesn’t make the world disappear. My mother will still be my mother. The past will still be the past.”

“But we can build something new,” she insisted, her voice soft but sure. “Together.”

Chanyoung hesitated. He had spent his whole life being the son his mother wanted, the boy who never strayed too far, never questioned too much. He had followed Y/N like the tide follows the moon, drawn to her without question.

Could he finally take the step he had been too afraid to take before?

Could he leave everything behind for love?

He swallowed, then lifted a hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s run away.”

Seoul 1965

The train was comforting.The leaves sticking against the window as y/n’s smile lit up the dim train compartment.

“You’re so pretty” smiled Chanyoung, as he stared at his beloved who stared back with a giggle.

She giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” Chanyoung murmured, eyes soft as he reached for her hand. His fingers traced over hers, slow and deliberate, as if grounding himself in the moment.

Outside, the world blurred past them—rolling hills, scattered villages, the occasional lone figure standing by the tracks. It felt like a dream, like they had stepped into a new world where only they existed.

Y/N sighed contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. “We’re really doing this.”

Chanyoung hummed, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of her hand. “Are you scared?”

She considered it for a moment. “A little.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too.”

She lifted her head to look at him, brow raised. “You? Lee Chanyoung? Scared?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course. But not because I regret this,” he clarified quickly. “Just… it’s a big change. A new life.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “A life we get to build together.”

The train rumbled beneath them, steady and unyielding. The sun had begun to set, casting warm, golden light into the compartment, bathing them both in its glow.

Chanyoung looked at her, and in that moment, he knew—no matter where they went, no matter what they faced—he would always follow her.

Seoul awaited. And so did their future.

The motel reeked. It was old and dingy, and it reminded Y/N of the old shack on the edge of her and Chanyoung’s neighborhood. The kind of place that was barely standing, where memories of a simpler, harder time lingered in the cracks of the walls. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and mold, the flickering neon sign outside casting an eerie glow through the cracked blinds.

Y/N hesitated at the threshold of the room, her eyes scanning the worn carpet and the mismatched furniture that looked like it had been salvaged from someone’s yard sale. The dim light from the single lamp in the corner hardly made the room feel any less oppressive.

Chanyoung stepped in after her, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. His face was unreadable, but she could feel the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders.

He looked around, his lips pressed into a thin line, and then turned to her. “It’s not much, but it’ll do.” His voice was low, a touch of defensiveness in it. He didn’t want her to think that he couldn’t do better, but they both knew the truth—they had nothing.

Y/N forced a small smile, stepping into the room fully and brushing the stray hairs from her face. “It’s fine,” she said, though her voice lacked the conviction she wished it had. She hadn’t been expecting luxury, but the bare, depressing nature of their surroundings was a reminder of just how far they had fallen.

Chanyoung crossed the room, his footsteps soft against the old carpet, and placed their bags on the bed. He turned to face her, his expression softening as he took in the way she was standing, a little too still, her eyes distant.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to her and gently lifting her chin so that she would meet his gaze. “We’re together, and that’s all that matters.”

She nodded, the truth of his words settling deep in her chest. “I know,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the fabric of his sleeve.

There was a quiet moment between them, the kind that felt like time had slowed down, and in that stillness, Y/N realized something. Despite everything—the uncertainty, the danger, the lack of a clear future—being with Chanyoung made it all bearable. She would face anything with him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind inside her.

Chanyoung’s eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist. “And I’ll always choose you,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against hers.

Knock.Knock.Knock. A knock caused them to separate with a jump.

“Come in!”Chanyoung coughed as he wrapped his hand around his waist again.

The lady at the door had an odd smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stood there, holding a tray with bottles of soju and plates of samgyeopsal, the sizzling sound from the food filling the awkward silence between them. Her smirk was unsettling, like she knew something they didn’t.

“Compliments of the house,” she said, her voice dripping with an unfamiliar sweetness, though there was something in her tone that felt off, like she was saying more than what was on the surface.

Y/N’s brow furrowed, and Chanyoung, though still visibly tense, forced a polite smile. “We didn’t order anything,” he said, his voice firm but polite, trying to maintain control of the situation. The last thing they needed was to be caught in some strange game with a stranger who was too curious for her own good.

The lady’s smirk widened, and she stepped into the room without waiting for a response. She set the tray down on the small table between them, the sound of the soju bottles clinking together making the room feel even more claustrophobic.

“Well, we thought you two would enjoy it. It’s not every day such…young, beautiful guests pass through,” she said, her gaze lingering on both of them a little too long. “Just a little hospitality, for those starting a new journey.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Y/N’s unease deepened. She shot a quick look at Chanyoung, who was already tense, his jaw clenched as if preparing for something he didn’t quite understand.

“We really don’t need this,” Chanyoung said, trying to keep his voice steady. He moved to pick up the tray, intending to return it, but the woman blocked his path with a raised hand.

“It’s not just a gift,” she said, her voice now colder, more cryptic. “I’d advise you not to ignore the signs when they’re so… clear.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. Her instincts screamed that something wasn’t right about the situation, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what was making her feel this way. Was it the woman’s presence? The strange hospitality? Or the weight of her words?

The woman’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at Y/N, before shifting back to Chanyoung. “Be careful. Some things are too tempting to resist, especially when you’ve got the world at your fingertips,” she said, her voice low now, as if speaking in a secret code only they could understand.

A heavy silence followed her words. Chanyoung stood frozen for a moment, caught in the strange tension, before he slowly set the tray back on the table. He wasn’t going to play into whatever game this woman was trying to pull them into.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he said, his voice calm, though his eyes hardened with caution. He didn’t like the way this felt, didn’t like the odd sense of foreboding creeping into the room.

The woman’s lips twitched into a smile again, but it wasn’t a friendly one. She gave them one last lingering look before she turned on her heel, exiting the room without another word.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Chanyoung and Y/N alone once again, the strange encounter hanging in the air like an unspoken warning.

Y/N slowly exhaled, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair. “That was…weird,” she murmured.

Chanyoung nodded, his eyes dark with unease. “Something’s not right,” he said quietly. At his words her stomach growled as she looked at the food and chanyoung with a pout.

Chanyoung couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the sound of her stomach growling, the tension in the room easing slightly at the unexpected sound. He turned his gaze back to her, watching the way she pouted, her eyes flickering between the food and him. It was the first time all day she had shown any hint of normalcy, and he couldn’t help but find comfort in it, despite the strange encounter.

“You hungry?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N nodded sheepishly, her eyes still lingering on the soju and samgyeopsal, her stomach making its presence known again. “I guess… maybe we should eat? I mean, it looks good,” she said, though her voice still had a hint of uncertainty.

Chanyoung studied her for a moment before his lips curled into a small, teasing smile. “You’re not worried about what the lady said?”

She shook her head, her pout deepening as she reached for one of the plates. “I’m more worried about starving,” she muttered, the faintest laugh escaping her lips.

Chanyoung shook his head, but he couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. He leaned forward, pouring them both a drink of the soju, trying to put the strange encounter out of his mind, if only for a moment. “We’ll eat,” he said firmly. “And we’ll deal with whatever happens next. But right now… I think you’ve earned a proper meal.”

She smiled at that, her gaze softening as she picked up a piece of the grilled samgyeopsal, taking a small bite. Her eyes brightened immediately, the taste rich and savory, a comfort in the midst of the uncertainty. “This is really good,” she said, her voice light, as though she could almost forget the tension that still clung to the room.

Chanyoung watched her for a moment, his heart lifting at the sight of her relaxed, even if just for a moment. He took a bite of the samgyeopsal himself, savoring the flavors as he leaned back, allowing himself to momentarily enjoy the simple pleasure of the meal.

For a brief moment, the outside world—the strange lady, the ominous atmosphere—faded into the background. It was just the two of them, sharing a meal, trying to find comfort in the middle of the unknown. 

Soon however his thoughts were replaced with haziness as one drink turned into two and two turned into three.

Y/n was no better as her eyes, hooded kept looking up and down.

“We need three kids”her whiny voice, the effects of soju clear as daylight within it.

“Mhmm” he hummed back , his cheeks tinted rose as he nodded to all the nonsense she babbled

Chanyoung couldn’t help but smile at Y/N’s tipsy state, her words slurring just a little as she leaned against the table, her eyes half-lidded in a haze of alcohol. She had always been so composed, so measured, and seeing her like this felt both amusing and endearing. He chuckled softly, watching as she absentmindedly reached for another piece of samgyeopsal, her hand unsteady.

“Three kids, huh?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his voice light, though a flicker of something more serious crossed his mind. He hadn’t imagined settling down with anyone—not like this. But now, with Y/N, the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice slightly louder than before, her gaze intense despite the fog in her mind. “Three! A big family… one boy, two girls… or… I don’t know… but three sounds like a good number,” she giggled, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her.

Chanyoung’s face flushed even more at her words, the image of a bustling house with children filling his mind. It was a pleasant thought, but one that had always seemed so distant, so unrealistic. Yet now, as he watched her, as she leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his skin, he found himself imagining it too.

“I think we could handle three kids,” he teased, though his heart fluttered at the thought. “Mhhm we should start tonight”he chuckled.

She didnt respond, so he looked upnto see her staring at him with something in her eyes.

Desire?lust? whatever it was , it made her do something bold as she crawled closer to him , turned off the light and pushed his chest down onto the matress.

Next morning

The sunlight filtering through the curtains was warm, but the room felt even warmer with the quiet aftermath of the night. Chanyoung’s eyes fluttered open, his body heavy with the weight of sleep and something more—something deeper. The events of the previous night rushed back to him in a slow, disjointed blur, and he couldn’t help but smile softly, a little dazed.

Y/N was curled up beside him, her hair sprawled across the pillow, her face peaceful, though there was an undeniable softness to her expression, a sort of contentment he hadn’t seen in her before. He studied her for a moment, trying not to wake her, and yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She looked so different, so unguarded. In a way, she was more herself than he’d ever seen.

The air felt thick with the intimacy of their shared silence, and he slowly shifted, careful not to disturb her, as he reached for his phone to check the time. It was early, much earlier than he usually woke up, but something about the quiet of the morning felt… peaceful, almost sacred.

He couldn’t help but replay the events of the night in his head. The way she had taken the lead, so confidently, pushing him into something they hadn’t talked about, hadn’t planned, but both of them had seemed to crave. It was wild, it was unexpected, but it had also felt right—so right.

Chanyoung smiled again, his fingers brushing gently against the back of Y/N’s hand as he lay back down beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breath. Maybe it was foolish, or maybe it was exactly what they both needed. But as the warmth of the morning wrapped around them, he realized something he hadn’t expected to feel so soon: he was happy. And not just happy, but full in a way he hadn’t known before.

After a few minutes, Y/N stirred beside him, her body shifting slightly as she reached for the blanket. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a second, she looked confused, but then, she saw him and everything seemed to click back into place. Her lips curved into a lazy smile, a smile that spoke volumes more than words could.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice soft and still thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” he replied, his tone a little more serious than usual, but the smile tugging at his lips gave away the lightness in his heart.

She stretched, her body curling into his, seeking the warmth of his embrace. “So, three kids, huh?” she teased, her voice low and playful, though there was an underlying tenderness to her words.

As y/n stretched her arms, she noticed something.The leftover food was there,her nightie was there, but where in the world was the yellow polka dotted suitcase they had carried all the way from Jeju?

Y/N’s gaze flicked around the room, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scattered remnants of their evening: the half-eaten food, their clothes strewn about, and yet, the one thing that should have been there—their yellow polka-dotted suitcase—was nowhere to be found. Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up quickly, scanning the room again, more urgently this time.

“Chanyoung…” Her voice wavered with the first thread of concern. “Where’s the suitcase?”

Chanyoung blinked, still waking up as he rubbed his eyes. “What? The suitcase? It should be right there, by the door…”

But when he looked, the spot where the suitcase had been was empty. His heart sank as the fog of sleep cleared, and he quickly pushed himself up, looking around the room as if the suitcase might suddenly reappear. There was no sign of it anywhere.

“Wait, did you…?” He stopped himself mid-sentence, his mind racing to figure out what had happened. The suitcase hadn’t just disappeared.

Y/N stood up, her feet hitting the cold floor as she began to pace nervously. “I swear it was there when we went to bed… But now it’s gone.” She rubbed her temples, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

Chanyoung stood too, moving to check the door. It was locked, just like they had left it. “It must have been taken… Maybe we left it outside or—”

“Do you think we were robbed?” Y/N interrupted, her voice rising in worry. “Who would do that? We didn’t see anyone last night.”

“I don’t know…” Chanyoung said, frustration creeping into his voice. “This doesn’t make any sense. We didn’t bring it inside the motel because it was late, but we definitely didn’t leave it outside.”

A cold shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. The possibility of someone sneaking into their room felt real, too real. She glanced over at Chanyoung, meeting his eyes, and in that moment, a quiet, unspoken understanding passed between them.

“We need to find it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care what we have to do, but we need to get that suitcase back.”

Chanyoung nodded, already moving towards the door. “I’m with you. Let’s check with the front desk first. Maybe someone saw something.”

The two of them stepped out into the hallway, their hearts pounding in synchronicity as they walked toward the front desk. As they approached, the same lady from last night looked up at them with an odd smile that seemed more calculated than welcoming.

“You two look a little… different this morning,” she said, her tone dripping with something unreadable.

Y/N felt her stomach churn at the woman’s gaze, but Chanyoung didn’t miss a beat. “We need to ask about a yellow polka-dotted suitcase. Did you happen to see it or—”

The lady merely chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down both their spines.”oh please as if i would know where it is”she said giving them a passing glance. Y/ns mind was once aagin clouded worry until she saw somthing that bloomed a rage in her heart.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the ring. The sight of it—the familiar, delicate band that had once belonged to her mother—was like a dagger twisting in her chest. The woman’s finger glittered with the ring, an object Y/N had only brought with her in the suitcase to keep it safe, never intending to part with it. Her stomach churned, the rage rising within her like a tidal wave.

“Chanyoung,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and fury. She tugged on his sleeve, pulling his attention to the woman’s hand.

Chanyoung followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he saw the ring. His jaw clenched, the sharp surge of protectiveness and anger surging through him. “That ring…” he began, his voice cold as ice, “where did you get that?”

The lady’s smirk faltered for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure. “Oh, this? It’s just a ring. Can’t imagine what’s so special about it.”

Y/N stepped forward, her fists clenched, the anger boiling inside her. “That’s my mother’s ring,” she spat, her words harsh and sharp. “You took it from our suitcase. You—”

The woman’s smile twisted into something more sinister. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “You really don’t understand, do you? I didn’t take anything from you. I just… found it.”

Y/N’s pulse raced. “Found it? In our suitcase? You knew exactly what you were doing.” She took another step forward, her hands trembling with fury. “Where is the suitcase?”

The woman’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only cold amusement. “Why don’t you go ahead and look for it?” she said, waving a hand dismissively, but her eyes gleamed with malice. 

Y/N felt the heat of her rage build to a boiling point, but Chanyoung, sensing the danger, placed a hand on her arm, holding her back. His grip wasn’t harsh but firm, a silent plea for restraint. “Let me handle this,” he said quietly, his voice calm but edged with something dangerous.

Y/N looked at him, still seething, but she nodded, trusting him to take control of the situation. “Fine,” she muttered, stepping back slightly.

Chanyoung turned to the woman, his gaze hardening. “You’re going to show us where it is. Now.” His tone was low, commanding, and there was no room for argument.

The lady raised an eyebrow, her amusement flickering for a moment before she sighed dramatically. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Follow me.”

She led them down a narrow hallway, her heels clicking sharply on the tile floor. The atmosphere in the motel was oppressive, the air thick with the scent of dust and mildew. The walls seemed to close in on them as they walked deeper into the building, and every step Y/N took felt heavier, the unease creeping back into her chest.

When they reached a small, dimly lit room at the end of the hall, the woman gestured for them to enter. The room was cluttered with old furniture, stacks of magazines, and boxes that hadn’t been touched in years. At the center of it all was a lone, small table, and on it, Y/N’s yellow polka-dotted suitcase sat innocently, as though nothing had happened.

Y/N’s heart raced as she stepped forward, her eyes locked on the suitcase. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the handle, the familiar weight of it sending a rush of memories flooding back. She turned it over in her hands, but before she could open it, the woman’s voice interrupted.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” she said, a twisted smirk still playing on her lips. “I think we need to have a little chat first.”

Chanyoung stepped between them, his eyes sharp and unwavering. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but we’ve had enough. Where’s the rest of our stuff?”

The woman’s eyes flickered, her smug expression wavering for just a moment before she recovered. “All in good time, darling. All in good time.” She paused, as though savoring the tension in the air. “But you might want to be careful. People like you—so quick to make accusations—don’t always come out of things like this unscathed.”

Y/N felt a cold shiver run down her spine, but she refused to back down. “We’re not leaving without everything that belongs to us,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

Chanyoung nodded, his jaw set. “We’ll see about that.”

“Give it”he states this time calmly as she frowns

“No you idiot, i wont just give it to you”she scoffs.

Chanyoung’s eyes darkened as her words hung in the air, but his calm demeanor remained unshaken. “I didn’t ask for your permission,” he said, his voice laced with an icy undertone that made the woman pause.

Y/N stood behind him, fists clenched at her sides. Her heart raced, the tension thickening the air. The woman’s defiant posture only fueled her anger, but she held herself back, trusting Chanyoung to handle the situation.

The woman scoffed again, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “You think you can just waltz in here and demand whatever you want?” Her voice was harsh, filled with mockery, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of fear she quickly tried to hide.

Chanyoung took a step forward, closing the distance between them with an unsettling calmness. “I don’t care about what you think you have, but what’s in that suitcase doesn’t belong to you. You will give it to me,” he said, each word deliberate, like a promise—or a warning.

The woman faltered, her gaze shifting between Chanyoung and Y/N, the control she’d once had slipping through her fingers. “You think you’re threatening me? You don’t know who I am,” she sneered, but the edge of her voice trembled, betraying her bravado.

“I don’t care who you are,” Chanyoung said, his tone suddenly cold. “But you will not get away with this.”

Y/N could see the slight shake of the woman’s hands now, the nervous twitch in her eye. She had underestimated them—underestimated Chanyoung. She had thought she could intimidate them with her power in this tiny, dingy motel, but Chanyoung was no longer the same boy who was easily pushed around.

The woman’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she considered defying him. But something in Chanyoung’s unflinching gaze made her reconsider. She was no match for his quiet resolve.

With a huff, the woman grabbed the suitcase from the table and thrust it toward them, her face twisted in frustration. “Take it, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she spat, as if the very act of giving it back was a personal defeat.

Chanyoung reached out and took the suitcase from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers for a split second. The woman glared at him, but Chanyoung didn’t react. 

He turned to y/n , grabbing her wrist with his free hand”lets go”his voice smooth as he dragged the shocked girl out of the worn down building.

Lee Chanyoung, the boy who never once raised his voice a decibel more than his normal saccharine tone, spoke to someone harshly.The Americans were right, the 60’s were a time of unexpected events.

As they walked.No as they sprinted out , she let out a hearty laugh.Like a domino he did the same as they both stood there.

Silence.

The silence was nice.it was quiet.It was nice.

Until it wasn’t.Blares of sirens were heard in the alley as the women came rushing towards them, two officers in tow .

“it was them!They took my ring…my bag…my ring”her ‘tears’cascaded down her face as she pointed at them.

Chanyoung’s grip tightened on the suitcase as he pulled Y/N closer to him. His eyes, once soft, now hardened, scanning the approaching scene with rapid calculation. The woman’s tears looked more like a performance than genuine emotion, and Chanyoung knew immediately that they were being set up.

“Don’t listen to her,” Chanyoung said, his voice sharp, each word calculated. He stepped in front of Y/N, shielding her from the officers as they approached. “She’s lying. We paid for the room and were just about to leave.”

The officers looked at each other, uncertain. The woman’s accusations were clear, but something about the way Chanyoung stood—so calm, so unyielding—made them hesitate.

“She’s lying,” Y/N echoed, her voice gaining strength now that she could feel the heat of the situation rising. “I don’t know why she’s doing this, but she’s lying.”

The officer in front raised an eyebrow, scanning their faces. “Do you have anything to back up your story?” His gaze flicked to the suitcase in Chanyoung’s hand, then to Y/N, who looked every bit the innocent victim.

Chanyoung’s gaze never wavered. He placed the suitcase on the ground beside him with a soft thud, meeting the officer’s eyes with unwavering confidence. “I don’t need anything to back up my story. The truth is, the only thing we’ve done is walk out of a room we paid for.” He turned his attention to the woman, who was still fake-sniffling, playing her part. 

“Oh please officer, you can tell their in some sort of run away teenage  gang”she sniffled”taking …my stuff …can’t believe it”the lady sobbed.

Y/n gasped as she scowled “if were gangsters …you ..you BITCH! “ she covered her mouth as everyone looked at the girl in shock.

“…what… she meant ”chanyoung shook his head .What did she mean to say? 

“No!Lemme speak channie!You had no problem offering us a room and getting us ,’teenagers’ drunk”the girl screamed, her lungs aching.

The women gasped “excuse you! i have never…EVER done such a thing! Officer you know me!the women rambled.

The two men looked at eachother.sighed.And then told the two eighteen year olds they had the right to remain silent.

In the police station, the sterile, cold walls felt like they were closing in on Chanyoung and Y/N. The tension was thick in the air as they sat in one of the dull, gray interrogation rooms. The metallic scent of the room lingered in the air, and the hum of fluorescent lights above them added to the oppressive atmosphere.

Chanyoung leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the table. He had not said a word since they’d been brought in. Y/N sat beside him, her hands clasped together tightly on her lap, trying to steady her breathing. The adrenaline that had fueled her earlier was now replaced with a sense of dread, the silence in the room weighing on her.

Her outburst still echoed in her mind. She couldn’t believe she had said that to the woman, but the anger had taken over. The woman had gone too far, and Y/N just couldn’t let it slide. The way she had twisted the truth, trying to paint them as criminals—she had lost it.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Y/N whispered, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but filled with frustration. “We just wanted to leave. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Chanyoung glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes softened as he spoke. “I know. But she’s not going to get away with this. I won’t let her.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing. “I don’t understand. Why would she lie like that? What did she want from us?”

Chanyoung paused for a moment before answering, his voice low. “I think she saw an opportunity to manipulate the situation. We came in, young and alone, and she thought she could use us for whatever reason. Maybe she was trying to intimidate us into paying her off, or she just wanted to cause trouble. People like her don’t care about the truth.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotion threatening to crash over her. She had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable. “I just want to go home.”

Chanyoung reached over and placed his hand on hers, squeezing it gently. “We will. We’ll get through this. It’ll be okay.”

Just then, the door to the room opened, and a stern-faced officer stepped inside. His eyes flicked briefly to the two of them before he sat down opposite them, placing a file on the table.

“You two punks think your funny, huh?”the officer scowled making the young girl frown.

“I told you we didnt-!”she was cut off”Thats what they all say….you two are runaways tho” he said , the smirk on his face was so punchable.

Chanyoung’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let the officer’s words rattle him. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “We’re not runaways. We paid for a room at that motel. We didn’t steal anything. Whatever the woman is claiming—”

The officer cut him off again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t steal anything, kid. You just walked out with a suitcase that didn’t belong to you, right?” He leaned back in his chair, a smug expression playing on his lips.

Y/N’s fists clenched in frustration. “We didn’t steal it!” she snapped, her voice rising. “ IT WAS OURS! She was the one who took the suitcase. She was the one trying to scam us. We’re not criminals!”

The officer’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Sure, sure. That’s what they all say. But you know what? You two are both here now, and I’m gonna make sure I get the truth out of you.”

Y/N shot a look at Chanyoung, her eyes wide with anxiety. She had never been in a situation like this before, and her heart was pounding in her chest. The officer’s taunting words were starting to get to her, making her feel small and helpless.

Chanyoung, however, remained unshaken. His gaze locked onto the officer’s, his voice low and controlled. “You can ask whatever you want, but I’m not lying. We’ve done nothing wrong. If you want to keep us here, you’re going to have to make a real case against us. Otherwise, we’re leaving.”

The officer’s smirk faltered for just a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “You’re both staying here for now.”he says with a smack of the behind of chanyoungs head with a clipboard.Then again and again and again.He was about to switch targets and hit his y/n. 

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, her body freezing as the officer raised the clipboard once again, targeting her this time. The sound of the slap echoed in the small room, the impact harsh against Chanyoung’s head. Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stepped forward, her voice coming out in a sharp breath.

“Stop!” Y/N shouted, her hand flying out to protect Chanyoung, who was already wincing from the repeated blows.

The officer’s eyes glinted with malice, his expression twisting into a sadistic grin. “What, you think you can stop me?” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “I can do whatever I want. You two are just kids trying to get out of a mess you got yourself into.”

Chanyoung’s hands clenched into fists, his calm demeanor now visibly cracking. The pain from the hits was one thing, but watching the officer approach Y/N made his blood boil. He moved in front of her before the officer could strike again, blocking her from view, his chest rising and falling in quick, controlled breaths.

“Don’t touch her,” Chanyoung’s voice was low, full of restrained fury. “You want to hit her ? You’ll have to hit  me first.”

The officer’s grin faltered, but he stepped forward nonetheless, the clipboard raised. “So what? You think I’m afraid of you, boy?”

Before the officer could act, the door to the interrogation room flew open with a loud bang, and another officer entered, his eyes sharp and piercing. He surveyed the scene, his gaze narrowing when he saw the raised clipboard and the tense standoff between Chanyoung, Y/N, and the first officer.

“What’s going on here?” the new officer demanded, his voice commanding attention.

The first officer quickly dropped the clipboard, stepping back as if nothing had happened, a forced smile creeping onto his face. “Just handling some unruly suspects here,” he muttered, but the new officer was not fooled.

“Unruly suspects, huh?” The new officer’s gaze flicked between the first officer and the young couple, then back to the clipboard. 

“Lee Chanyoung?” He says pointing to chanyoung. A nod.

“You ran away from Jeju..you punk”the officer smirked.”Your mum’s waiting outside for you and ….your girlfriend”

Chanyoung’s heart skipped a beat, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. The mention of his mother caught them off guard, and for a moment, the tension in the room shifted. The new officer’s words were sharp, the smirk still lingering on his face as he stood there, arms crossed.

“Excuse me?” Chanyoung’s voice came out strained, his mind racing. He hadn’t seen or heard from his mother in weeks. Why would she be here now? And how did the officer know about Y/N? His gaze darted to Y/N, who looked just as confused and worried as he felt.

“You heard me,” the officer repeated, his eyes cold. “Your mother came all the way from Jeju to pick you up. She’s outside waiting, along with your girlfriend, I believe.” His words were loaded with something more, a hint of mockery underlying the surface.

Y/N clenched her fists, her protective instincts flaring up. “My mother?” Chanyoung finally said, unable to hide his disbelief. “She… she’s here?”

The officer didn’t answer directly, instead letting the silence fill the space between them. Chanyoung stood there for a moment, processing the unexpected revelation, his mind swirling with thoughts about what was happening. Why would his mother suddenly show up at a police station in the middle of everything? And why bring Y/N into it?

He glanced at Y/N again, his heart tightening when he saw the concern in her eyes. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing on them both.

“She can’t be here. She has no idea—” Chanyoung began, but the officer interrupted him with a snide chuckle.

“You’d be surprised what people know when they’re looking for you,” the officer sneered. “She’s just outside. You two want to go talk to her? Or would you prefer to sit here while we sort this out?” The officer’s tone was dismissive, almost as if he were enjoying the uncomfortable tension that filled the room.

Y/N’s grip on Chanyoung’s hand tightened. She could feel the knot in her stomach growing, and the thought of facing his mother now made her feel nauseous. She hadn’t even known about Chanyoung’s family situation. They had kept things so quiet between them, and now this—everything was unraveling in a way neither of them could have anticipated.

“Let’s just go see her,” Chanyoung said, his voice cold. The last thing he wanted was to let this officer drag them through more of this mess, but he knew that the sooner they handled this, the sooner they could leave.

The officer gave a small nod, his expression shifting into something more calculated. “Follow me.”

As they walked down the sterile hallway of the station, the quiet footsteps echoed in the silence. Chanyoung could feel the eyes of the officer on him, and his mind raced with what was about to unfold. His mother, waiting outside, was a mystery he couldn’t yet solve. And with Y/N beside him, he had to figure out how to handle the situation without making it worse.

When they reached the exit, the officer pushed open the door, and there, standing just outside, was his mother. Her face was stern, her posture rigid as she watched them approach. Her eyes locked onto Chanyoung’s, and then she turned to Y/N, offering a brief, cold nod.

Chanyoung’s heart sank as he met his mother’s gaze. The confrontation he’d been avoiding for so long was finally here.

“Chanyoung,” his mother began, her voice steady but laced with something sharp. Suddenly his mother hit him, once , twice, multiple times making him wince.

“Chanyoung stumbled back, his cheek burning from the slap, his mind reeling in shock. His mother’s hand trembled with barely-contained anger, and the sound of each slap echoed in the air. He could hardly believe this was happening, the woman who had always been his mother—his protector—now standing in front of him like a stranger, her fury overwhelming him.

Y/N flinched, her head still bowed, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on her chest. She hadn’t expected this kind of response, but it was clear that Chanyoung’s mother had no intention of backing down. Every harsh word, every slap, felt like it was directed at both of them, but she remained silent, unsure of what she could say to make it better.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” his mother spat, her voice trembling with frustration. “Your grandmother, your father, we’ve been out of our minds, searching for you. And now, you’re here with her?” She glared at Y/N, her eyes filled with disdain. “You think this… this girl is worth ruining everything for?”

Chanyoung wiped his cheek, his heart hammering in his chest. The shock was slowly morphing into anger. He had always known his mother had expectations for him, but this? This was something else entirely. She had never struck him before, never shown this kind of raw hatred. It felt like the foundation of his entire life was crumbling before his eyes, his world shifting beneath his feet.

“Stop,” Chanyoung finally managed, his voice quiet but laced with steel. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

His mother scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, so now you’re defending her? You think I’m going to stand here and let you ruin your future for a girl who has no place in our family? No place in your life? You’re better than this, Chanyoung. You were better than this.”

Y/N could feel her throat closing up. She wanted to speak, to defend Chanyoung, to tell his mother that they were happy, that they didn’t need her approval, but the words wouldn’t come. The tension in the air was suffocating, and no matter how hard she tried to steady herself, it felt like she was drowning in it.

Chanyoung stood tall, despite the sting on his face. “I don’t need you to approve of my decisions, Mom. I don’t need you to tell me who I can or can’t be with. I’m not a child anymore. I’m making my own choices, and this—” he gestured between himself and Y/N “—this is my choice.”

His mother’s face twisted with disbelief. “So, this is how it’s going to be? You’re going to run away with her, pretend like nothing matters?”

“I didn’t run away,” Chanyoung replied firmly, his voice growing louder with each word. “I left because I don’t want to live my life based on your rules anymore. I’m tired of trying to be someone I’m not, for you, for Dad, for anyone. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough.”

There was a long silence. His mother looked as though she had been struck by his words, the harshness of his tone cutting through the tension in the room. But the silence was short-lived, replaced by an expression of cold resolve.

“If this is what you want,” she said, her voice eerily calm, “then fine but don’t bring shame to our family.Marry her properly especially if you've already…”his mother turned red at her own words.

“I….” He looked at y/n.The wind was blowing strongly that day, the leaves floating around like a spirit free to roam the underworld.

A month later

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, the puffy white gown glowing in the soft light of the room. She twirled a little, laughing at the way it made her feel. It was a moment of pure happiness, an escape from everything that had been weighing them down. The month that had passed since that heated argument had been tumultuous, full of difficult decisions and questions they hadn’t yet answered.

Chanyoung stood by the door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched her with a look of adoration in his eyes. Even his mother’s harsh words couldn’t dampen the way his heart swelled seeing her so happy, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

“I like this dress,” Y/N giggled, spinning once more, her eyes glinting with excitement.

His mother, standing in the corner of the room, was far less impressed. “Wow, a new dress,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze sharp as she shot Y/N an assessing look. “In times where we barely have enough to survive,” she added, shaking her head, making Y/N falter slightly.

The laughter that had filled the room immediately dimmed. Y/N’s smile wavered, and she looked down at the dress in her hands. The sting of his mother’s words cut deeper than she expected.

Chanyoung coughed, stepping forward to stand beside Y/N. His voice, though gentle, carried a weight of firmness. “Get whatever you want, darling,” he said, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “If it makes you happy, it’s worth it.”

His mother opened her mouth to retort, but Chanyoung’s voice stopped her before she could say anything. “Yes, we’re poor, but I’m not asking you to understand. I’ve spent my whole life working for this, for the chance to make this woman happy. I’ve loved her since I was eight. Every second of my life, every day, every year, has led me here.”

His mother was silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Y/N felt the shift, the quiet defiance in Chanyoung’s stance. There was something in the air between them now—an unspoken promise that no matter what came their way, they would face it together.

She smiled at him, her heart swelling with love and appreciation for him. “Thank you,” she whispered, stepping into his embrace, the world outside seeming to fade away in that moment.

Chanyoung kissed her forehead gently, his voice low and sincere. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N. You’re my everything.”

Jeju 1966

Jeju 1966

“AHHH!” Y/N screamed, her body tensing as waves of pain crashed over her. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles white, every muscle in her body straining to handle the intensity of the contractions. The room around her seemed to blur, the walls closing in as the pain radiated from her abdomen.

The doctor and nurse stood above her, their voices calm and soothing as they reassured her, trying to keep her grounded. “You’re doing great, Y/N,” the doctor said, his tone steady. “Just a little longer. You’re almost there.”

The nurse, her gentle hands guiding Y/N through the contractions, nodded in agreement. “Breathe, sweetheart, breathe. Focus on your breath. You’re strong. You’ve got this.”

But Y/N could barely hear them over the roaring sound in her ears, her body consumed by the unbearable pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, doing everything she could to hold onto the pieces of herself that felt like they were slipping away.

Then, through the haze of pain, she felt it—Chanyoung’s hand, warm and steady, wrapping around hers. She opened her eyes to see him standing by her side, his face pale but determined, his eyes full of love and encouragement.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice soft but strong. “I’m right here, Y/N. You’re not alone.”

Her chest tightened, and for a moment, the pain seemed to dull as she focused solely on him. His presence was a lifeline, pulling her through the worst of it. He wasn’t going anywhere, not now, not ever.

A sudden, sharp contraction hit, and Y/N gasped, her body arching in response. The nurse hurried to adjust her position, but Y/N barely registered it, her focus entirely on the pain, on the feeling that this moment would define everything.

“You’re doing great,” Chanyoung encouraged again, brushing the sweat from her forehead, his hand never leaving hers.

Y/N’s vision blurred with tears as the intensity of the moment reached its peak. The pain was overwhelming, but somehow, she felt a sense of peace in knowing that the moment they’d been waiting for was finally here.

The room became a whirlwind of motion, the doctor giving instructions, the nurse checking her vitals, and Chanyoung holding her hand through it all. It felt like time slowed as Y/N took a final, deep breath, gathering all the strength she could muster.

“One more push, Y/N. You’re so close,” the doctor urged gently.

With everything she had left, Y/N pushed. The room was filled with the sound of her cries, the effort of her body reaching its breaking point. And then, with one final surge, there was a shift—a release—and suddenly the room was filled with a new sound.

The first cry of their baby.

Y/N collapsed back onto the bed, utterly exhausted, but the smile on her face was undeniable. Through the haze of pain, she heard Chanyoung’s voice, choked with emotion, whispering, “We did it, Y/N. We did it.”

The nurse gently placed the tiny bundle in Y/N’s arms, and for the first time, she held their child, their perfect little one. She looked down at the tiny face, so fragile and new, and her heart swelled with love.

Chanyoung leaned over, kissing her forehead, his eyes glistening with tears of his own. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at their daughter.

Y/N smiled weakly, her heart overflowing with love for both of them. “She’s everything.”

“Lee Ae sun”chanyoung smiled 

In that moment, everything else fell away, including the leaves outside. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it didn’t matter. They had created life together. They were a family now.

[safety-pin-punk]

Hi! Having sex in public is considered sexual harassment. No one in public automatically ‘consents’ to seeing you have sex. Do you think a man flashing random women is ‘pro kink’ and that they automatically consented to that? Thats not how it works. Not very punk of you

Hi! Hello!! I genuinely have no idea what the fuck you are popping off about man!

Yes! I think that when you walk outside you consent to outside life just existing. You cant walk past a park and get upset that children are alive there.

Yes! I think that kink is fine and acceptable and entirely not evil, and if people want to wear collars in public, go for it. Fuck if I care. If I have a kid with me, its really not that hard to be like “That person just likes to wear those. Most people dont. But its okay for people to be different than us.”

Im not sure I ever made a post saying that its an okay think to be entirely fucking on a park bench man. THOUGH, tbh, if you go to a drag show, a gay bar, or a large pride event, you should just kinda expect to see some body parts. And if those body parts make you *that* uncomfortable that you cant handle seeing them, perhaps you should avoid those places where it is expected that body parts will be shown. Cause like, just cause you dont wanna see any tiddies or dick does not mean other people who go to the places those things are expected to be shown at dont want to see them.

Its like saying that you went to a strip club and saw a naked person. Like no shit sherlock, what did you expect?

I genuinely have no idea why this was thrown in my ask box today though? I dont think Ive posted anything relevant to this in a WHILE? Ive mostly just been shitting on Elon Musk and complaining about my landlord???

[aka-indulgence]

A Nightmare’s Comfort

Thank you @skylarrikuyt for the commission! Here’s some nice Nightmare comfort for you :>

(Nightmare Sans x F!OC)

Reixe was supposed to be having a rest day, a day to herself relaxing. But that was all ruined when someone tried to impose himself in her life. Now it’s up to Nightmare to swoop her away from her predicament.

CW: Stalking and harassment (via phone). (The stalker is not Nightmare)

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Reixe was supposed to be having a good day. A long, arduous work week at the music studio that she managed to tackle without any huge hiccups- aside from the existence of her manager, of course. He was an unavoidable part of the job, but she’s learnt to deal with it.

Still. It was exhausting. Today was finally her day of sorely needed rest, and that was the plan. She already cleared her schedule so she could be alone today. Her only company would be a book or a long video to watch, while sipping warm lemon tea to soothe her throat.

She even asked Nightmare to give her some space. She loves him of course, but sometimes you needed to take a day just for yourself.

She had been sunk into the sofa, scrolling through her phone, cuddled under a blanket when it started to buzz. A horribly familiar contact appeared on her screen.

Dont answer: Reixe?

Dont answer: I told you to be available today.

Dont answer: We’re meeting for lunch.

Her face scrunched, shutting off his call as soon as her phone first rang. It was a shock, but after a while of ignoring the paranoia he caused, she managed to forget about it- about him. She was going to see him again come the next work day, and she was not going to waste it worrying about him. He didn’t get to ruin her day off after ruining so many of her work days.

Ignoring him the first time, she hoped he’d lose steam. But an hour or so later, the notifications come back with a vengeance.

Dont answer: Reixe this isn’t funny.

Dont answer: Do you really think you can ghost me like this?

Dont answer: I know you like hanging out at the bookstore this hour. Where are you??

Disgusting. Reixe would’ve been at the bookstore at that time, usually. She would stroll about the town, through the little side-street shops in the afternoon. It was relaxing as a pass time; she would window shop, and live in her own world for a moment. A world where she controlled where she went and what she did. She decided not to go this day, when she found out the creep was actually stalking her. You met him ‘on accident’ too much for it to be a coincidence. It’s a relief she never told him where she lived when he demanded it when you started working with him.

Dont answer: I’ll wait for you no matter how long it takes

Dont answer: You hear me?

…

Dont answer: Reixe

Dont answer: REIXE

Missed call 1:54PM

Missed call 1:56PM

Missed call 2:01PM

Missed call 2:03PM

Missed call 2:05PM

Dont answer: ANSWER ME

Reixe snapped.

“I’m not answer you, idiot!” She shouted at her phone, like it’d morphed into the man in question. She finally had a day where she was away from him, where she wouldn’t be able to ‘accidentally’ bump into him and he’d try to pull her away from the crowd or take her home with him, with all the pressures he put on her. She had to do so much just to avoid him, just to tolerate him, and it still wasn’t enough to keep him out of her mind.

Her chest turned tight, her eyes became blurry. Like a predator waiting for her to be vulnerable, her phone started to buzz, no doubt he was spamming her. She pulled on her hair.

“Stop that!” She yelled like her phone could obey her, throwing it across the room. It bounces off the wall and thuds onto the carpet. The infernal thing was still buzzing, a sound that felt like it invaded her mind, and she sunk into the ground. She clutched her skull, feeling like ripping her hair out.

She hated him. She hated him so much. She just wanted him to leave her alone forever, is that so much to ask? Why was it so hard to be rid of him? Why did he have to enter her life when it was already hard enough without him?

In her suffering, she doesn’t notice a presence had entered her living room.

“reixe.” A voice called out, not too far from her. She spun her head around to look at the intruder.

A dark figure stood in the light of the window, tentacles casting shadows on Reixe, a cyan eyelight looking down at her, his pupil shrunk.

Nightmare’s face fell. “what’s happened?”

Reixe didn’t respond. She only stared back at the prince in silence, her heavy breaths the only sound she made.

Nightmare’s negative-laced soul still thrummed at her, crumpled to the ground like she was going to fall apart any second, shaking like a leaf. It didn’t take long for Nightmare to realize the issue, seeing the dent on her wall and her phone directly below it, buzzing like a swarm of angry hornets.

Picking it up with a tentacle, Nightmare scowls upon seeing the screen. That good for nothing manager was brainlessly blowing up her phone, demanding her company and attention– as if the worm deserved it. Nightmare really ought to get rid of him once and for all one of these days, if only Reixe hadn’t opposed it the first time he mentioned removing him.

But there was someone more important to him than a pathetic worm that demanded his attention right now.

Like countless times before, Nightmare blocked Reixe’s manager and shut her phone off, then hovered to the skeleton spilling anxious magic around her.

“reixe,” Nightmare called her in a calm, even tone. He wasn’t even sure if she was able to listen to him in this state, but he had to try. “i’m taking you to the castle. no one can bother you while you’re there,”

As he suspected, she wasn’t listening. She continued to shiver in response, her eyelights unstable and looking far away from him… but she wasn’t outwardly rejecting his offer either, so Nightmare takes it as permission. He makes it quick, connecting his magic to hers with a light tap on the shoulder, transporting through the floor and into his realm.

He took her to the bedroom reserved just for her. Immediately it’s quieter, with none of the things that disrupted her life present. Soft light drifted in through a big window, casting soft shadows throughout the dark room. The new environment looked like it’s already had an effect on Reixe, her eyelights stabilizing and her panting quietened.

Seeing that, Nightmare approached her with open arms to hold her.

A mistake, evidently.

“Get away!” Reixe yelled, throwing his arms away.

Nightmare spoke softly. “reixe, it’s me. it’s nightmare,”

She still couldn’t hear him.

“Get away from me, I don’t want you here,” she hissed, crawling away from him. Nightmare would be lying if it didn’t sting a little, but this wasn’t the first time he’s encountered her like this.

Her eyelights were bright and wild, painfully so; their edges fuzzy, like they were frayed. Her magic was released from her in uncontrolled sparks, and she had her teeth bared to him- he wasn’t really seeing Nightmare.

She continued to hiss like a frightened cat, so Nightmare lifts his hands to show surrender. That he wasn’t a threat, he wasn’t here to fight.

“hey… it’s ok. there’s no danger here, just you and me,” he made sure to keep his voice low and soft, crouching near the ground to be closer to her eye level. “you’re safe. and i know you might get worried about this later, but this is fine– i’m fine. we’ve went through this together before, we can go through it again. i’m here for you, when you need me.”

She still didn’t look like she was listening, her eyes showing fear rather than aggression now.

“What do you want form me– I don’t have anything for you.”

“i don’t want anything from you. i just want you to feel ok, that’s all. take your time.” Nightmare smiled.

Reixe made a wibbling sound, backing away from him. She wasn’t outwardly threatening him anymore, which was something. But she started backing away from him like he was something that would hurt her, which wasn’t what he wanted. There was still unstable magic in the air, a broken cable sparking anxieties, fears, stress. It was pungent in the air for a being like Nightmare, he could sense the turmoil in her mind. He didn’t like seeing her like this. He didn’t like that someone he cared for so much could be in such anguish.

It was an itch, knowing Nightmare could make that pain go away if he could just get close enough to consume those negative emotions. But he knew if he had to pin her down and forcefully ate her emotions, it would be an unending cycle and– she would start associating him with more negative emotions.

He had to be patient.

“it’s ok, everything’s ok.” Nightmare hushed. “i promise you, there is nothing here that can harm you. i won’t will it. we’re not in your universe anymore, we’re home in my dimension. i am lord here, and i don’t permit any harm to befall you. you’re safe… nightmare’s here. your nightmare. i’m here to protect you. please, look at me,”

Though Nightmare could see the difficulty in her movement, she still tried to look at him, from behind trembling hands sunk in her hair.

“breathe. listen. you’re safe. you’re… you’re not there anymore. you’re with me now. i want to help you. i can take away that storm in your soul, if you’d just let me close.”

She bit her bony lip.

Nightmare reiterated. “i want to help,”

Her harsh, shallow breaths slowed down, the intense glow of her eyelights softened. The fraying subsides, if a little unstable. She stopped baring her teeth.

Nightmare walked to her on his knees, slow and steady. He paused when she made a pitiful sound, a mix of a sigh and a sob. Finally, she looked up at him, her eyelights rounded and twinkling at him, though dimmer than usual.

She was really looking at him, this time.

“Nightmare?”

He lets out a sigh of relief.

“yes, it’s me, shh… there we go.” He reached for her, pulling her into his embrace. She’s stiff at first, but after feeling the warmth that surrounded her, she relaxed and cuddled into him.

“that’s it, that’s my girl. everything is ok,” he chuckled affectionately, running the back of his finger down her cheek. “let’s get this all out of you.”

Nightmare shifts into a better sitting position, her head nestled in an arm. He tucked her hair away and curled a tentacle over her skull, sensing the swirling, agitated emotions inside her; in her soul. They were turbulent as a storm, and he closes his socket to see into them.

He saw her weekdays. Everything looked normal on the surface but something rippled from underneath, like a big fish deep below, disturbing the waters. The figure of her hideous manager comes into view, and Nightmare had to physically restrain himself from scowling. The parasite pestered her for attention and followed her wherever she went, whenever possible. Nightmare’s watchful eye from beyond her universe made sure he would never touch her, a misdirection here, an illusion there. If it weren’t for his position as her superior at work, Nightmare would have disposed him far faster. After this incident, perhaps the day he finally rids Reixe’s universe of the miserable pest might arrive sooner rather than later.

Reixe had asked earlier to give her space to be alone. Nightmare respected that. As much as he wanted to spend time with her, he made sure she had the choice to do whatever she wanted with her time, to do what she wanted herself. He didn’t want to be another invader in her life. Especially being an outcode with an omnipresent view to her universe, he had to give her the right to privacy. Today had been different, however. With the connection the two shared, Nightmare could feel her distress even without having to look for her. He felt it in his soul, a wordless cry for help spanning universes.

His eyelight flared with hate, thinking how that manager that caused all this emotional turmoil with his insane actions. But the feeling was quickly extinguished, seeing Reixe in his lap. Nightmare took a calming breath and refocused; making a pulling motion with his fingers.

He siphoned everything that burdened Reixe’s mind. Nightmare is a connoisseur of negativity, but he didn’t enjoy it coming from his dear Reixe. Her anxiety and panic tasted bitter. Had it come from anyone else, he might’ve savored the taste of someone so fearful, but from her it only reminded him that she was suffering.

It’s still nice, though. Feeling her tense breaths slow into long exhales, the frightened magic that radiated from her dissipate like mist, her arms falling limp beside her as she practically melted into him. He could see the light of her eyelights return, a neutral, balanced glow. One hand gripped his shirt. She didn’t look like she minded the ooze that started to coat the tips of her phalanges. A smile finally spread on his face.

Washing Reixe’s soul of the things that plighted her was therapeutic for him. Fed him, too. Win win.

“hi.” He greeted, nuding her. “how are we doing?”

She blinked up at him. She still looked a little far from him, but she was looking at him this time.

She spoke.

“... Better.”

He smelled like his castle. An ancient, comforting scent that helped calm her down. She shook her head, trying to shake off the last droplets of negativity that still clung to her.

“do you want to move to the bed?”

She looked at the bed in question, fit for royalty. She turned to Nightmare, who she’s still curled up against. She puts her face in his chest and closed her eyes.

“No,” she smiled, “you’re a good enough bed.”

Nightmare’s socket crinkled while he laughed– a handsome, reassuring sound. “i won’t object to that. but you can’t stay here forever, dear.”

“Is that a challenge?” she opens one eye, playfully.

“i would love that.” To just stay cuddled together with her? An eternity doesn’t sound long.

His face fell however, his expression turning serious.

“do you… want to talk about it?”

Reixe frowned. She didn’t have to think to say “No. I don’t want to think about him anymore,”

“i understand.” He responded, though it looked like he was still mulling something over. “can i kill him now?”

It wasn’t the first time he said it, but it made Reixe laugh all the same. “No, I still need him monetarily. Maybe as soon as he’s out of a job, you can do whatever you want with him,”

“now that sounds like a challenge.” Nightmare commented. “maybe instead of getting rid of him physically, i should be thinking about getting rid of him socially. ruin his life. pull the strings of those around him so he’d be out of a job, make him live in misery. i’ll make sure he has nightmares every night. that might…”

… Reixe was sleeping. That made Nightmare blink, and he huffs a small laugh. It was funny that she could fall asleep while he was scheming her enemy’s demise.

Carrying her like a princess, Nightmare brought her to the bed, tucking her under the thick duvet, her skull sinking into the soft pillow. He kissed the side of her head and moved away, when a hand snatched his wrist.

Her sockets were only opened a crack when Nightmare turned.

“... Stay with me?”

Nightmare smiled at her, softly.

“Of course.”

[thegoodwitchsworld]

Academic rivals Steve Rogers x reader

Part 2

Part 1

The sarcastic jibes continue, but they don't hold as much sting as before.

So when you score higher than him, he smirks at you, "Don't get too cocky, loser", you dont know why you blush as you stare at your shoes.

"How can I? You have copyrighted that trait. "

And Steve looks proud of you somehow.

And when you both are made the heads of the debate team to go to a convention on sustainable business development in Washington, you are convinced it's going to be a disaster.

But when you show up at the party that evening in a little black dress and your hair down, Steve doesn't make fun of you at all.

And when the rival team head tries to ask you out, you suddenly find your waist being grabbed by Steve's large hand, pulling you close to his chest.

"She's taken asshole, now fuck off. " He tells him coolly.

As soon as the guy is out of hearing range, you turn to Steve with a raised eyebrow.

"What? "

"You KNOW what".

"I just don't want you distracted from the debate, especially because of our literal rivals. "

You scowl suspiciously, then shrug.

"Fine then, I'm gonna head to my room."

Steve doesn't explain why, and you don't bother to ask when he quietly follows you to your room that you share with another girl.

You assume he's too snobbish to talk to anyone at the party, and you provide him with the comfort of familiarity at least.

So you watch TV and stuff your face with junk food while Steve keeps flicking your head off, trying hard to annoy you while you ignore him steadfastly.

And you don't know when you fall asleep on his shoulder, or when he picks you up and carries you to the bed, or when he gets in himself and cuddles with you.

You simply substitute your plushies with his firm chest, too fast asleep to notice the difference in the hardness.

The next morning you wake up and immediately start panicking.

Steve is sleeping with his head on your chest.

Wait. He looks adorable.

Oh my god that's not the point!

"Steve wake up!" You gently push him away, and he wakes up grumbling like a baby.

"D-did we do anything...? Oh my god was I drunk last night? " You ask him worriedly.

He rolls his eyes as he yawns and stretches.

"You're not my type love, don't worry."

That's all he says, making you smack him hard in the shoulder as you scowl.

"Hey! " He laughs, heading to the bathroom. "A man is allowed to have preferences you know? It's not my fault you are trash", he laughs again as the pillow hits him.

"YOU'RE trash", you cross your arms angrily.

"Wow. Amazing comeback. Also, those look good, " He points and winks.

You look down to where he's pointing and gasp as you notice your tits almost spilling out of your tank top.

"STEVE! "

But he's already disappeared inside the bathroom.

At the debate you and your team are sucking majorly because the opposite team is absolutely brutal during rebuttal.

And somehow, you get so angry, and you have been trained by Steve's sparring for so long, that you manage to turn the tables and almost make two of their girls cry.

When you win, you are so excited you jump into Steve's arms.

And they wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

And when you finally let go, he looks down at you with an expression that is a mix between adoration and amusement.

He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You did great, loser. "

You blush all over.

"You too, asshole. "

And you think about him the whole day, especially on the bus back home when he asks your friend to leave and sits himself beside you instead. You simply stare at him, unable to form any coherent sentences as his scent fucks up your mind.

"Cat got your tongue love? " He smirks.

You shake your head, still unable to say anything when all you want is for him to kiss you.

"Stop looking at me with those doe eyes. I am not having our first kiss in a bus. " He says as he wraps his arm around you, roughly pulling you against his chest and pressing his lips to your hair.

He calls you loser, but he lost his heart to you anyway.

[art-the-f-up]

hear me out... what if...

(I'm tired but I'll provide more context in a reblog later)

[sonknuxadow]

its so frustrating how a lot of scu fans cant handle other sonic fans not having the exact same taste in sonic media that they do. like i feel like you can say something negative about literally any other sonic media on here and people generally wouldnt care that much but the second you say anything less than positive about the movies people start getting all weird about it and trying to argue with you ive had it happen to me and seen it happen to others as well .... like the sonic franchise is very big and has many different media types and writing styles not everyone is going to uncritically love everything. get over it ? im not trying to be mean but idk what else to tell you

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[strwbrryfire]

brand new, full throttle

so high school - taylor swift

[wackywatchdotcom]

ive posted so much every single day on this blog for weeks now i feel weird having barely posted today . ive been busy but uhhh heres a random image i never posted from my tadc art folder?

[every-sanji]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I definitely prefer the David Hemblen/Matthew Waterson versions of Magneto’s voice specifically because they aren’t attempting an Ian McKellen impression. I’m firmly anti-British accent Magneto (and I’m also anti-British accent Charles Xavier, the man is a NEW YORKER, come on). Like I’m okay with him sounding vaguely European but imo, he’s lived in so many countries all over the world that his accent should be hard to place. I think Hemblen and Waterson capture that vibe really well.

Nodding sagely…….

[wholemeallbread]

please somebody tell me im not losing my mind

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

finally caved and started reading all for the game. two chapters into the foxhole court and what kind of gay fucking shit is this! also did not know there were sports in here

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[dykedvonte]

you make really good points, I think I used the term karmic wrong sorry. I think of it more as not how I personally think he deserved all that happened to him (which thinking back os exactly what karma means, I messed up sorry), but as his fate being directly tied/parallel to anyas. I handnt noticed the toxicity of jimmy and curlys relationship, from the first playthrough I watched and the first interactions I had w fandom I saw so many ppl just. dismiss the terror Anya went through and focus too much on him as the "ultimate victim" and that just didn't sit well w me. I really dislike seeing ppl go "oh well nothing could've been done" I think it's much more complex than that. also I forgot to mention in the last ask that I really appreciate you bringing the point that this game isn't just about the harm of patriarchy but also very very critical to capitalism, I haven't seen too many ppl touch on this. I hadn't thought too deeply about how it makes "he deserved to become disabled as punishment" come up and I agree that's really messed up. I'll try watching a playthrough again with all of this in mind. but either way thanks! I really appreciate your answer 🫶🏼

I guess this is just part of being in a fandom like this. I've noticed a lot of people don't actually see posts outside of their curated view. So some people only get like anya posting or jimmy or curly and it can make it seem like that is what is saturating the conversation.

I mainly just follow the general tags and look for anything new because I'm like obsessed but I know some are only looking for what they want or believe to be the case and can get weird about other ideas.

Sorry if I came off mean its just a last few of the asks have been like circular conversations like this and its not draining per say but seeing all the nuance and details get overlooked to fit a straightforward and basic narrative really sucks cause there's a lot to explore character and theme wise.