#i dont know what came to me but i saw someone ask for help on how to mine copper so i offer some help

[kiutotakulady]

my completionist ass on Palia: o noooo this is too much funnnn

my social anxiety on Palia: PEOPLE TALK TO ME???

[f0ofishies]

Don't look back

Being apart of the itoshi family, others might seem you've got lucky being blessed by two superstars of footballers. Now you're not as good as them, but you did used to have the same passion as them. You remembered when you were little— straining your ankle crying like a baby. You remembered vividly on how Sae's arms held you up as Rin was already running up to your parents. "Mama..! she's hurt..!"

"Rin, that hurts..!" Your little whined echoed through out your own bedroom. He was tending to your foot, with some cream to soothe your injured ankle. "But its supposed to be—" Sae couldn't help but sigh, "Let me do it." His voice caught the both of you off guard. "I thought you had school?" Your voice interrupting the silence.

"I skipped." Both you and Rin had widened eyes. "No fair!" Rin taunted as you agreed with him. "Yeah, no fair..!" It wasn't until you both stopped complaining that Sae had bribed you both to play on his Nintendo DS. So the whole day, the three of you were just sucked into the game— both claiming it'll help with the recovery of a sprained ankle... it really wasn't.

Now that was a distant memory, another one you also remembered was when you were waiting for your family in the airport. Before Sae could even board the plane to go to spain— you've unexpectedly ran towards him.. puffed up cheeks, tears streaming down. You crashed into his chest as you sobbed. "Don't leave—!"

A plea came out of your mouth as Sae couldn't help but hug you as tightly as you did to him. Even Rin joined in on the hug, his arms wrapped around the both of you. "I'll come back.." You whined once more, burying your face into his shirt soaking the fabric. "You gotta promise—" You remembered the silly little pinky promise he did to you before he left.

Watching Sae come home from Spain— broke your heart. "Sae..?" You called out to him, he looked cold and that scared the teenager you. "What do you want?" You froze in your place, "Rin is still out late.. can you fetch him?" Your voice low as you watched your oldest brother leave. And that was when Rin came back home, but Sae didn't. "Rin where's—" "I don't want to talk, sis."

It was even worse when Rin got accepted to bluelock. You huffed going out to see Rin practicing near your house, "Rin..! You haven't eaten!" You watched as he ignored your pleas— he was kicking the many footballs aligned to the goals.

"It's getting late, come back inside, please!" One thing led to another, and that was when Rin kicked the ball to your direction as you narrowly dodged it. "What the hell, Rin—"

"Shut up! I don't need your concerns. And I dont need a little sister."

That statement broke you, you've just locked yourself in your own bedroom. Both parents didn't know how to handle the both of you, so when Rin left— their little ray of sunshine daughter was gone. Highschool started, you couldn't balance them at all. Grades failing faster than you could even count the number of days that passed.

You've had it— you couldn't care less what happened to your brothers. The news displaying their names, your parents joyous for their sons while you shut off the news rolling your own eyes. You were going to change, and that was when you saw a college worth going, it even had its own foundation. And now we're back at the present, of where your true life started.

You've fallen in love, made friends, got broken up with, and even moved to another country far from Japan without the support of your own brothers. Rin and Sae weren't on your mind anymore, nor did you even care on checking up on them. It wasn't until someone had said two young men were looking for her.

Opening the dormitory door to see both Rin and Sae, covered in their big puffy jackets. You froze, looking up at them. Before one of them could speak, "Don't." They both were here— why? Did your parents tell them? You wanted to slam the door in front of their faces. "We were worried... how come you didn't ask us to go to your high school graduation?"

You scoffed, "I never had one—" They both froze now, but Rin came forward. "How?" You bit your lip, "I went into foundation before I could graduate, but of course, how could you know? Football was more important." Sae sighed. "You know that's not—" "But it is the truth..! Or are you blind?" Your words echoed in the hallways. Both Itoshi brothers froze at the harsh words.

"You know Blue lock changed my career.." Rin whispered, approaching you, you backed away. "Yeah, and completely wrecked our connection as siblings." Sae interrupted, "And I was busy with the—" "Don't even talk, you have no right.. when you left out of nowhere!" Your voice echoed, it mightve made people heard the commotion going in the dormitory.

"What I want both of you is to leave and never come back because I'm not your little sister anymore." They both looked shocked— how could you say that to them? "But you are our.." You had to push Sae away from you, it was clear they didn't thought things through. They just wanted to see you, their little sister on where she's been.. even going as far to approach her.

"No, she died when you both left and never looked back. Now leave."

[serejae]

they dont know about us | c.hansol

pairing : vernon x reader

WHAT ! - being the only person able to read vernon is a strange concept to others, i guess your relationship is unique (in which, your the only person able to read vernons expressions

warnings : kisses, petnames, mentions of the other svt members, mention of dead people, slight skin ship, not proof read, established relationship au

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WHEN HE HAS A ATTIUDE

seungkwan, vernon, and you were sitting in the middle of seungkwans living room playing uno. things were getting heated since vernon gave you 3 plus 4 uno cards in a row. so in return to help you out, seungkwan gave you a swap card to swap his stack with yours so you could win

“hey, youre suppose to give the stack to me if your gonna place it down” vernon said, to anyone else his tone would be monotone and blank, but to you, you could hear the slight disappointment in his tactic of teaming up on you.

“my house, my rules” seungkwan replied rolled his eyes at vernon protest as he put down a plus 4 card on vernon. vernons mouth slightly opened in shock, after a few seconds of processing he looked over at you.

to the normal eye this wouldve been a man looking over at someone, but to you this was vernons attitude come in. you could read him perfectly, being able to read anything his face shows from visibly to hidden. no matter how he presents his emotions it seems like you could always tell what hes feeling

“dont give me that look just because you wanted me to lose” you yelled slightly, he laughed and shook his head knowing he was caught

“what look?” seungkwan looked up

“you didnt see the reaction on his face after you put down the plus 4?”

“yeah the face of a dead person, he didnt make a face it was just…blank”

“yeah i didnt make a face” vernon teased making you groan

“he did make a face! he was giving me attitude” you defended yourself to a lost seungkwan and a happy vernon

“you both are so weird”

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WHEN HES SAD

“i dont know where it could be” vernon ran his hand through his hair as he sat down on the couch frustrated, right now, he thinks he has his eyebrows furrowed, a pout and a slight redness to his cheek. but in reality hes just blanked out. like a mannequin, just sitting there with a blank stare

“its fine you could always buy another” dino said sitting on the floor eating off the coffee table in front of vernon.

vernon sighed as he slumped himself into the couch even more. “yn bought it for me, i cant replace it”

“i mean they could always buy you another one”

“but its not the same”

just then you walked in through the door saying hi to dino and vernon. as your eyes drifted to vernon you see him slumped on the couch with a very (in your eyes) big pout on his face. sitting right next to him you caressed his cheek “whats wrong? whats with the look on your face?”

“what look?” dino said as he chewed his food puzzled

“you dont see the big pout on vernons face?” you turned to dino

“no”

“its right there” you pointed at vernons lips where the pout evidently laid

“i think youre seeing things yn”

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WHEN HES SCARED

vernon had his arm around your shoulder as the movie wrapped up. you could feel the gentle grip he had that tighted at times a jump scare came up.

when the movie finally ended, vernon got up and gave you a hand to help you up, as you held his hand you looked over and saw his scared face, automatically you busted out laughing making dokyeom and joshuw look over at you two

“whats so funny?” dokyeom asked smiling in amusement as he put a piece of popcorn in his mouth

“look at vernons face, hes so scared” you laughed

dokyeom moved his head to look at vernons face and furrowed his eyebrows while looking over at joshua, joshua was just as confused raising his eyebrow.

“yn, vernon does not look scared at all” joshua chuckled observing vernons expression closer

“what do you mean? you dont see his lips quivering?” now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows

“i think thats your eyes moving really fast…i dont think its his lips” joshua said making dokyeom laugh

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WHEN HES IN LOVE

all the members sat around the dinner table with their partners at the house party you and vernon were hosting. vernons finger caressed your thigh in a comforting way letting you know he was there. you laid your hand ontop of vernons fingers and whispered to him

“lets go start on the dishes as they talk”

he nods and lets you get up first before following you to the kitchen. the kitchen gave a view of the dining room to you both as well to everyone else. he washed dishes as you dried them, but something about vernon doing dishes in a basic t shirt with his hair down was doing something to you. you stared at him with your pupils dilated as he looked at you with his brown eyes. at this point vernon probably wss scrubbing the same spot 50 times but that was the least of his priorities

“vernon ah, yns looking at you with love and youre looking at her as if she crashed your car” hoshi joked making you and vernon look away

quick to defend him you spoke up

“what do you mean? he was looking at me with love?”

“that isnt love, thats him turning you into stone” scoups laughed

“i swear you guys have to be able to see the expression on his face”

looking around you see no one siding with you

“is vernon gaslighting you?” jeonghan questioned

looking back over at vernon, he was already staring at you just as confused, he shrugged his shoulders and you both continued washing the dishes.

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WHEN HES VULNERABLE

“i dont get it, why cant they see the emotions on your face like i do?” you complained slightly annoyed as you laid on his chest

vernon hummed as his fingers ran through your hair. “i dunno

but i kinda like it”

“you do?”

“yeah” he replied simply

“it reminds me that youre special to me, that we have a special relationship. youre the only one who can read my emotions, the others cant and dont understand me like you do.

they dont know about us,

i like that its your special superpower

i dont want them to be able to read me like you can

just a me and you thing”

as you listened to his words you looked up at him and could see it in his face that he meant every word. how he cherished each special interaction you both had that no one else understood. because he liked being different, he liked how no one could get him, but he liked it even more how you were the only one who could

so maybe his friends cant read his emotions on his face and maybe they find him weird , but you can and dont

and thats all that matters to him

[hsangel64]

meeting the family

pairings: neighbor!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: its been a few weeks since ellie asked you to be her girlfriend and now its time to meet her family

warnings: use of y/n, mild cussing, mainly fluff!!

a/n: really short thats all enjoy!

pt. 2 — pt.4

“dont be nervous! joel can be scary but he’s like a giant teddy bear. just has that hard exterior cause he’s old..” she waved her hand around and went back to sifting through her clothes.

“i know i just get nervous with this stuff, my ex’s family HATED me! of course i’m going to be nervous.”

“i promise they will love you.” she came over to you and put her hands on your shoulders reassuring you, landing a small peck on your cheek and going back to finding herself an outfit. you groaned and fell back into the bed trying to reassure your own feelings. if ellie says it’ll be okay…it’ll be okay. you got up and got your things ready as ellie finished getting ready. ellie emerged from the bedroom smelling like her famous pine cologne.

“ready to go?” you nodded and you both made your ways outside to ellie’s car. the drive over was silent with the radio on a low volume and the sound of the car. you were nervous, like a lot. just thinking about the worst outcomes wasn’t helping your case.

“are you okay baby?” grabbing your attention you turned to her and nodded.

“yeah im okay.” she placed her hands on your on your thigh rubbing her thumb.

“i promise you it’ll be okay, ill be there to help.” you gave her a small smile and took a deep breath.

you guys got there quickly, pulling into the drive way you took yet another deep breath and got out of the car. following ellie close behind carrying the small tupperware of the cookies you made.

“babe its going to be fine. if you feel too overwhelmed just let me know okay.” you gulped and nodded thanking her. ellie knocked on the door and a woman opened it.

“hey honey! joel ellie’s here!” she pulled ellie into a hug and you just watched from behind.

“hey tess.” she giggled at the sudden hug.

“you must be y/n!” you held your hand out but tess pushed your hand away and pulled you in for a hug.

“no need to be formal were all family here!” you smiled at her and followed behind ellie inside, you saw two men standing in the kitchen and another woman sitting at the dining table.

“hey kiddo! how goes it?” she went around and hugged everyone and said hello.

“its been great…oh this is y/n.” she introduced you and you held out your hand, he shook it and nodded at you.

“i’ve heard a lot about you, been wondering if ellie was gon’ find someone to deal with her.” she hit him and you giggled at his remark.

“she doesn’t deal with me!”

“okay okay.” he put his hands up in defense and looked over at you and winked, you giggled quietly at his action. maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

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you all were sat at the patio table outside enjoying a delicious dinner that tess and joel made. the string lights and the sunset being the source of light with the smell of food and laughter from everyone around the table. your nerves eased down and you got more comfortable. ellie had her hand on your thigh as you guys talked about funny moments during ellie’s childhood.

“you really were an ankle biter huh.” ellie pushed your shoulder as you all laughed at the story joel told. everyone was done eating so joel grabbed everyone’s plates.

“hey y/n why dont you help me with these dishes, i’ve gotta show you somethin’.” your heart dropped, what was he going to show you….oh god. you got up and grabbed some plates looking at ellie for some support. she tapped your butt and whispered that it would be okay. you followed behind joel as you both made your ways into the kitchen.

“i don’t want you to think i pulled you in here to tell you i don’t like you or somethin’ like that.” you nodded to him and he continued. “ellie’s been through so much, last time she had a girlfriend it ended horribly and she was here sulkin’ on my couch for months. all im sayin’ is i trust you and i like you a lot already. i just hope you don’t go and break her heart too.”

“no i promise i would never mr miller-“

“please call me joel, mr makes me feel old.”

“okay- sorry…but i promise i like ellie a lot and i would never go out of my way to ruin the one thing that has made me happy in a long time.” he nodded and did the unexpected…he pulled you in for a hug. pulling you against his chest with his hand holding your head against him, you slowly placed your arms around him and sat there for a little.

“woah were buddy buddy already??” you both pulled away to see ellie standing in the arch way of the kitchen, eyes wide open.

“was just givin’ her a talk that’s all.”

“oh jeez joel don’t tell me you scared her away..”

“i think you need to worry about that with yourself.” she gasped loudly and pushed him.

“you ass!” you laughed watching them mess around, you were thinking about what joel had told you and it made you smile. he wasn’t so bad after all.

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taglist: @elliespotion

a/n: the shortest thing i think i’ve ever written but i’ve been busy and couldn’t think of what else to do for this… i will have longer chapters though!

[strawbrryvyy]

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.

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Don't do this | a Tom Riddle oneshot

A/N: HII soo this is my first attempt at fics, dont hesitate to say anything, good or bad

k have fun :))

tags: professor tom riddle/professor reader, marriage, angst, horcruxes, sorry if i forget any

wc: 1,584

They've been together, inseparable for 3 years, married for 2 and a half. 

Tom saw her as an equal as much as someone like him could, she entranced his very being. They talked about subjects he was interested in, in a very objective and intelligent way and he was in awe when he realised he found a match, someone that could understand his fascinations and obsessions. She mostly didn't share them but she was open, he could ask her at 2 in the morning which one of the unforgivable 

curses she'd use to get information from someone and she'd genuinely give it some thought. 

Her fascinations lay more in the zoological department, muggle and magical. She spent hours in forests and jungles, the beings holding her attention for hours. Though, like Tom, she found it hard to open up to people and find like-minded individuals not just regarding creatures but life in general. When he asked to come with her on one of her shorter research-trips, she felt her body and sould levitate. Her greatest wish has always been to grow old with someone loving by her side, someone who she'd love back with her whole self.  Is it him? She hoped so and prayed every night.

He felt the same when she asked about his sketches and faveorite books. Tom Riddle, the usually selfish and greedy man, suddenly interested in the eccentric and always joyful zoology professor? He cursed himself for it, a good 5 months before talking to her for the first time. 

Now she is staying at his home in the country, a dark penthouse by the sea. To be specific, it is not as dark now, he found that she brought more light into it than any possible lamp. 

As dreamy as this may sound, but like in every married life, there's always small and petty arguments. Like now, her sitting in bed and reading, not giving him half an ounce of attention while he looked at her from the doorframe. 

He mentioned horcruxes and the sheer idea of immortality a few times, even on the day they met, but she simply laughed it off. Who would want to be soulles? It seemed absurd. 

But yesterday evening, when he explained that he wants to go through with his plan of doing so, she couldn't bare to give him more than a gulp and ignorance. He was being mean.

"Apologise, so we can spend at least the evening as a couple. It's cold to sleep without you in my arms." Tom meant it genuinely, but his tone was rough. He didn't understand her problem.

She simply kept on reading, like he didn't even exist. He groaned in annoyance and that did it. 

"I'm sorry, did my back damage your knife in any way? Do excuse me", he winced and didn't know if it was because of her closing her book shut loudly or her words. Probably the latter. 

"What do you mean?"

She exhaled in confusion. Did he actually not see the problem? 

"Tom. You outright told me that you want to split your soul from your body and divide it into 7 different parts. Oh and that you want to live forever. Do you not understand why I'm upset?"

"I'm going to be honest, no, I don't. I find you're being ridiculous, this is a marvelous discovery. "

"Well it is, which on the other hand doesn't mean you have to partake in it!" she says as she sits up straighter in the bed. 

He sees that and mirrors her reaction, standong up straight and putting his hands in the pockets of his pyjama pants. 

"Why not? It would help me be more focused on my work and goals and I wouldn't be occupied with unnecessary matters."

"Like me?" His wife didn't know if she regretted saying that, but it came out in the same second he ended his sentence.

Quiet.

"Don't do this. Of course not like you, you matter a huge deal. This would benefit me in every part of my life, I'd be the most powerful wozard that ever lived. There's been noone else more powerful than Death in the history of wizardry and it could be your husband, how are you not the least bit proud?"

"Proud!? You want me to be proud!? What else should I do, throw you a party and congratulate you on a life of pure damnation!?"

She was now standing approximately 1 horizontal man away from him, on a good way to become furious. 

"Damnation? I hope you mean admiration and being seen with respect, fear and devotion for the rest of time."

"Tommy?" She only called him that when she felt truly helpless or frustrated.

"Yes darling?"

Her voice went almost inaudible, "Where am I in that wonderful way of living you so dream of?"

"By my side." He was sure of that and knew he needed her in this. She'd be his queen in the whole thing.

She breaks into a series of scoffs, some distrustful and some humorous, she found the situation quite absurb. What were they even discussing? 

"I'll age! I'll age and be old and grey and wrinkly and youll still be thirty! It'll look ridiculous."

Was it embarrassing he hadn't thought of that? 

"There's plenty of spells to slow down aging." Stupid Riddle.

"Great Havens. If we put that aside, what about your soul? You'll be a shell of the man you truly are. How do you explain that?"

"What? Thats foolish, I'll be myself!"

"You'll be a soulless man! Only goal driven and shutting out everything else! We'll never again talk about life and the universe late at night, you'll never again appreciate me making you tea when you forget the time in your study and we'll never joke about the future and raising an army of baby wizards who we'll name after the imaginary friends we had as children. We'll never go to the city again and you'll never pick out a flower I adore and buy it behind my back to surprise me later although I'd always catch you and we'll never buy cheesy and ironic books for each other in that beautiful old book store we love. Now call me crazy and soft, but I happen to cherish these things."

It was hard to look him in the eyes during saying all that, but she needed to get her point across. She also despised herself for tearing up at this very moment, walking towards him with a pointed finger.

"Tommy, I swore to support and love you in everything you do, but- but taking the soul of the man I love from me-", she hesitated, wanting to stop her voice from breaking and breath from hitching.

He gulped. This was unfair.

"Don't do this."

"-taking that; now that's too much for me. I can't stand behind that."

"You're being cruel."

"I'm not the only one."

That stung, it stung them both at the same time. In the end, they were both just people. She was now standing very few inches infront of him, pointing at his chest, barely holding herself together. 

"You know what? Do it. I wont stop you or hold you back. That was never my goal."

"I don't understand. Forst you can't stand behind it then you say go ahead."

"If this makes you happy, what I truly doubt, you'll do it without me."

That made his dinner almost come up slightly, it was never an option. 

"You can't just leave now, you know I love you. Do you not love me anymore? Is that what you're trying to say?", he knew it spounded mean but he hoped to get the point across, he was genuinely wondering.

"Oh don't twist this. I'll always love you with every part of me, body, soul, mind and all, as long as I live, that's why I can't-

that's why I can't watch you do this..."

"So what are you going to do? Just leave? You know you can't do that." He didn't quite believe that she would. Was it cowardly to start a fight rather than comfort her or express his own feelings? He'd have to look into that.

She breathed in, deeper than ever before. It was important that she stays collected now.

"Fine. I'll leave when you do it. That way you wont miss me."

Tom Riddle never got dizzy, he was too aware of his surroundings for that. Yet, now he was holding  onto the doorframe next to him with such strength, that his knuckles turned paper white. He was also afraid to touch her, even breath in her direction, because she might fully disappear already.

"You can't...you can't be serious..." It was more of a whispered plea than a threat. 

She on the other hand, felt that she needed to touch him or else this stupid boat of too many emotions for both of them would sink to the bottom of the deepest point in the ocean. His cold cheeks warmed at the touch of her palms. In that very moment he also exhaled briefly, still finding deep-rooted comfort in her, even at this time. Her eyes filled with tears, to the brim this time and she ignored them, it was no time to sob now. Her right hand caressed his hair; like it was any other moment they shared before.

"I'm sorry Tommy. I really wanted us to get grey and wrinkly together."

to be continued...

[traffytaffy]

OP men and being “told”they are in love with you:

Ft. Law, Kid, Zoro

Cw: implied fem reader (mainly in zoro’s part)

Ngl, not much of a fan of this so i might make a follow up! lmk if i should!

Part 2

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Law:

Oh boy.

This man doesnt realize it until one of his crew members tell him. He’ll give you small smiles when youre not looking. Completely mesmerized at you: Your focus, your dedication, your delicateness with every task performed. But most importantly: your smarts. Every-time you spoke, he would stop what he was doing and listen intently at whatever subject it was. Which was how the crew…mainly ikkaku, Shachi, and Penguin, knew there was a special interest.

“Am I in love with y/n? I dont see how thats any of your business”

Law says, looking at an accusatory Ikkaku.

“Captain. I can see that look on your face. You’re all red.”

“No im not.”

“Oh yes you a-“

“Room”

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After that, It really got him thinking. Why did he get all flustered? No. There is no way he was in love. It was just a coincidence that he happened to get all worked up around you. That his heart would beat a little faster. That he was willing to drop whatever he was doing to help/listen or be with you. That he spoke more softer and less stern too. That was all a coincidence….right?

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“Captain? Who’s that tiny person you’re drawing on your sticky note? Are you distracted by something? Is that… y/n?”

“Don’t any of you know how to knock?!”

A blue bubble surrounds the submarine.

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Kid:

Same as Law.

He doesn’t realize his behavior till a teasing Killer points it out.

“I didn’t take you to be such a romantic, Kid.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His soft tone of voice in comparison of his rough one. The way he yelled at everyone except you. The way his brows furrowed every time he saw you talking to someone else. The way he locked himself in his workshop and didn’t let anyone in when he saw you enjoying yourself with another crew member that wasn’t him. Killer was the one who found him and he could see right through Kid.

What was this feeling? Why was he more angry?

“You were staring at them that whole time. You’re jealous huh?” Killer asks, Kid could sense the grin from under his mask.

“Jealous? For fucks sake. No”

Killer shakes his head with a laugh and mutters “Whatever you say” before leaving the room.

Kid scoffs. Killer didn’t know anything. This is how he always acted….right? I mean you were beautiful… but that didn’t affect him right? You shouldn’t be all smiley and happy with anyone besides him.. thats just a friendly way of thinking right?

“Eustass? Killer sent me in here cause he said you needed my help with something?” You walk in all shy and innocently. You didn’t know about the little trick Killer was pulling on Kid.

Kid turns soft when he sees you and becomes a blushing and stuttering mess for how caught off-guard he was from your sudden appearance. This, as everything else, enrages him.

And who else is to blame for this?

“KILLER IM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

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Zoro:

He knows what he feels. He just doesn’t want to believe or pursue his own feelings.

Every-time he sees you, his heart beats faster. But this wasn’t the same fast heart rate he got when he was training. Nope. It was every time you were in his presence. Every brush of skin. Every-time he saw you fight. Every time you assisted him in anything.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for romance.”

“Ah! So you’re not even denying it!You’ve never told Sanji off when it came to him flirting with us, but now you suddenly do?”

Nami says, pointing at herself and Robin next to her, referring to the event that led for the crew figuring out he was in love with you. Sanji was serving ice cold drinks he made for the hot summer day and as usual…he got flirty. But once Sanji got to you, his heart eyes and kneeling position in front of you as if you were accepting his hand in marriage. Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from where he was napping.

“Leave them alone Sanji. Can you not be a creep for one day?!”.

Although Sanji would’ve made a snarky remark back. He didn’t. Sanji looked stunned? He looked back at Nami and Robin from where they sat at and Nami shrugged, while Robin gave a knowing smile.

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“You two don’t know crap. I don’t have time for this”

Suddenly, you walk in..

You look at Robin and Nami who were hovering over Zoro cleaning his swords on the bench. Although you were confused, you shrugged it off.

“Oh hey…” you say… “Zoro, wanna train?”

Zoro looks away and starts to stutter.

“Oh uhm…s-sure…”

Nami and Robin smirk at him, which is met with a death glare.

“Im slicing all of you.”

[yeonmuse]

BABYDOLL 𐦍༘⋆

PAIRING: Jock Juyeon + Nerd Changmin & Boyfriend Sunwoo x Cheerleader Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.1k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT ‼️, strong laungage, threesome, oral sex, penetration, exhibitionism, sunwoo gets possessive, jealous sunwoo, mature language, this is Literally Porn With Plot, Jock!juyeon, boyfriend!sunwoo, nerd!changmin, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, a good amount of praise, degradation , angry Juyeon, dom!sunwoo, pet name babydoll is used. Sex in the school library.

SUMMARY Sunwoo doesn’t like the way Juyeon flirts with you and he knows you well enough to see the way you look at Changmin when you two are alone. He think it’s about time he made it clear just who you belong to. Perhaps it’s about time the two of you made your relationship public.

MORE, I’ve been thinking about this trio a lot lately ever since more babydoll edits started showing up on my fyp again so, here we go.

You and Sunwoo both shared a mutual agreement that your relationship was to stay secretive. After all it all started with a drunken makeout session at one of Kevin and Jacobs wild parties. The only problem was when Sunwoo agreed to keep things a secret he didn’t think it meant watching other guys carelessly flirt with you as if you didn’t already have a boyfriend. Obviously he knew what he had been getting himself into with making you his girlfriend, you were one of the most sought out girls on the cheer team, pretty, top of your class and you were nice to everyone, sometimes a little too nice. Usually Sunwoo would be able to compose himself really well, but the events of today would be all he needs to finally snap.

Not only was it spirit week but it just so happened to fall on the week of homecoming. Knowing you were part of the court it already frustrated Sunwoo to know that you would have to walk in with one of those idiots from the team on your arm, but Lee Juyeon asking you to Homecoming in front of the entire school was not something he thought he would be crossing off his list. Juyeon was someone that already annoyed him when it came to you. His endless flirting, his touchy nature or even all those times hearing Juyeon call you ‘babydoll’ all pissed him off. And right now all he could do was stand there and watch, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth at how pissed off it had made him. Watching your face as Juyeon approached you with a handful of sunflowers and a sign reading “will you be my sunshine” he could tell that you were a little nervous. The only thing he wasn’t sure of is if the nerves had been from having been put on the spot in front of an entire crowd, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes had been burning holes into both you and Juyeons head.

“I- I’m sorry Juyeon, but I can’t” Sunwoo couldn’t help but walk off with a proud grin on his face once the crowd dispersed. Part of Sunwoo did feel guilty because he had known how excited you were for homecoming, but it wasn’t like the two of you would be showing up together. It had made him feel so guilty that he decided to shoot you a text to meet with him at your usual spot in the school's old computer room.

“Sunwoo?’’ His gaze was torn away from his phone as you entered the room.

“Hello babydoll” as he greeted her the slight annoyance in his voice was evident.

“Sunny please don’t start I didn’t know that he would do that, and you clearly saw me tell him no.’’

“What would you have said if I wasn’t there?’’

“What?”

“You heard me sweetheart what would you have told him if I wasn’t standing there watching the whole thing?’’

“Sun you’re acting ridiculous, why are you asking me that?’’

“Why are you not answering.’’ he was getting slightly annoyed at your ignorance towards the question, part of him felt like if he hadn’t been there you would have said yes. It didn’t go amiss how you would smile and laugh with him whenever he caught the two of you talking at parties or at the games.

“I would have told him no.’’ There was a sudden silence between the two for a moment before you decided to speak again

“I have to go, I promised Mr. Song that I would tutor one of his students.’’ A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you and apologize for even questioning your loyalty to him, but he knew that if he went after you now he would only make things worse in his current state of mind. So he sat in silence for a while, five short minutes turned into ten long minutes until he realized how ridiculous he had been acting. With a sigh he pulls himself up from the desk and makes his way down the hall, already having a decent idea of where you might have been, after all you always studied in the same place, the school library. As he grew closer he could hear the sound of your laughter the closer he got to the door. That didn’t sound like just studying to him, as he peeked over the doorframe and gazed in he couldn’t help but feel annoyed all over again.

The way your head rested on your palm as you looked at no one other than Ji Changmin. You sat there laughing and smiling as he sat there all pouty.

“You’re cute but being cute won’t make me go any easier on you Changmin.’’ You laugh at Changmin's sulking, seemingly completely unaware that your boyfriend stood right outside the door looking in. Meanwhile a blush formed on Chngmins face from you having called him cute.

“I know you can do better than what you’re showing me Minni. This isn’t the first time i’ve tutored you, you’re pretty smart and i’m sure you know that so I refuse to go easy on you.’’ As you spoke to him your hand rested on Changmin's arm.

To any outsider looking in it would seem like you had just been being sweet and playful, but Sunwoo was well aware of your mannerisms and tone by now. You weren’t simply doing or saying any of those things just to be nice. He was fed up, and now he was feeling like it was about time he put you and everyone else in their place. Turning away from the library entrance he then turned to the direction of the school gym, the place he was more than sure he could find Lee Juyeon. Everyone knew that Juyeon would stay after school to practice, after all he was one of those members on the football team that strived for perfection. When Sunwoo first called out the others name Juyeon was shocked to say the least, of course he was well aware of who Sunwoo was, but the two were entirely different he didn’t think he’d ever find Sunwoo looking for him of all people.

“Yn asked me to pass on a message, she’s waiting for you in the library, something about wanting to apologize or something.’’ Sunwoo tried his best to seem disinterested in the situation, just enough for Juyeons ears to perk up at the sound of your name. Sunwoo simply watched in slight annoyance as Juyeon walked off the field and disappeared back into the school building. He eventually made his way moments later, slowly but surely making his way back to the library where he had watched Juyeon enter just moments before.

“Babydoll!’’ Sunwoo watched as your gaze then shifted from Changmin to Juyeon who was now leaned over the table, his gaze having fallen on Ji Changmin who was sat a little two close to you for Juyeons liking.

“Juyeon what are you doing here?’’

“I told him you were looking for him, sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo finally steps into the library's entrance, taking a step in and he closes and locks the door behind himself.

“Sunwoo?’’

At this point both Changmin and Juyeon had been staring back and forth between the both of you in confusion.

“I think you should apologize to Juyeon for turning him down in front of all of those people princess.” Sunwoo noticed the way your body tensed upon being called that, he was more than sure you were well aware of his annoyance by now. After all he only ever called you such a thing when the two of you were alone and he was planning on being buried deep inside of you. The look on your face was one of both annoyance and panic.

“Um I think i’ll just go maybe we can finish another time.’’ Changmin was ready to take his leave, standing up in his chair, Sunwoos' gaze immediately shot to him making him freeze up on the spot.

“Oh no no not too fast ‘minni’ this won’t take too long.’’ upon hearing your nickname for Changmin you had used only moments ago, it began to set in that Sunwoo had been watching you.

“Okay what the fuck is going on.’’ Juyeon finally snaps, his eyes blazing as he realized he had been set up by Sunwoo.

“Sun.’’

“Quiet babydoll I want you to behave for our two guest. Go ahead and make Changmin a little more comfortable.’’

“Sun..’’

“What is it? What’s the matter babydoll you find him cute don’t you?’’ your eyes said it all, the fact that you had been looking everywhere but into sunwoos eyes said it all.

“Be a good girl and make him feel good while me and Juyeon watch.’’

“Wha-what?’’ Changmin's face had gone bright red, but Sunwoo chose to ignore him.

“Go ahead babydoll.’’

Sunwoo watched as you shyly looked over at Changmin who was obviously nervous.

“Okay what the hell is going on?’’ Juyeon was pissed, pissed at the fact that Sunwoo seemed to have some type of hold on you, even more pissed that he had been tricked into coming here just for this.

“I’m giving you what you want, you think she’s pretty right? Both you and Ji changmin have a crush on My Girlfriend, how cute right Babydoll?’’

“Sun did you really have to bring them into this.’’

“You think you’re allowed to play sweet and innocent with me Princess? I know you and your body well enough to know that you like it when Juyeon here flirts with you, i also know you well enough to know that you’d fuck him or Ji Changmin here without a second thought. Go ahead and take off your clothes for them babydoll..show them how pretty you look.’’ The way you shifted in your seat told him everything that he needed to know, you were getting turned on by this. Him calling you out in front of the two of them.

“Take them off babydoll or i’ll have one of them do it for you.’’ The room fell silent and both Juyeon and Changmin's eyes seemed to be glued onto you as you slowly obeyed Sunwoos' given order. Changmin didn’t think that his face could get any redder until he watched you strip from your white button up and black skirt.

“Good girl.’’ sunwoo takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and spreads his legs, a move you knew all too well. That smirk on his face and the pride in the way he sat was an obvious indication that he was enjoying this. He had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come here sweetheart, I want you to be good for our two guests. As you take a seat on his lap his arms slip around your waist from behind, Sunwoos cold fingers brush against your bare skin as he presses you against his clothed body against yours.

“You’ll be good for them right?” His fingers squeeze your hips in a manner that forces you to stay pressed against him. You gave him a nod which made him give a swift slap across your thigh earning a soft whine.

“Use your words babydoll.”

“I’ll be good sun.”

“That’s my girl, I want you to look at them while I play with you like the pretty little doll you are.” The entire time neither Changmin nor Juyeon said a word. Truth be told neither of them knew what was happening, but the moment their eyes took in your semi naked frame and sat in Sunwoos lap it was hard to look away.

His gaze burned with pride at the fact that he had you right where he wanted and neither Juyeon nor Changmin could do a damn thing unless he allowed it. His fingers immediately met your clit, pushing past your folds and slipping them right inside you with ease.

“I want you to make sure our guests feel included, look them in the eyes and tell them who you want.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he started slowly, thrusting his fingers deep into you like he has done with you thousands of times.

The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he heard the desperate whine that spilled past your plump lips. The moment you opened your mouth to speak he forces in yet another finger, using the three to stretch you out to his liking.

“I'm sorry, what was that? speak babydoll. ” Meanwhile while you struggled with your words both Juyeon and Changmin seemed to be anxiously anticipating who’s name would spill from your pretty lips.

“Ch- Changmin.” You force yourself to breathe out between ragged breaths, the way Sunwoo continuously abuses your clit without letting up, making you squirm in your seat.

“Tell him where you want him doll.” Without hesitation he slipped in two more fingers, taking the time to stretch your walls and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he was well aware doing this would only make it harder for you to respond but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers thrust further into your cunt with every loud cry that left your mouth.

“Mm my mouth, sun please.” A chuckle spilled from Sunwoos lips at how desperate you sounded.

“Look at you whining like a desperate little doll for some nerd you’re tutoring to fuck your pretty little mouth when your boyfriends fingers are deep in your pretty little cunt.” His eyes shot to Chagmin whose eyes were glued to his fingers that were buried deep inside of you.

“Well you heard her right? You gonna give her what she wants?”

“Mm S-Sun, what about Juyeon.” Your sudden inclusion of Juyeon made his eyebrow quirk up in pure amusement.

“You want them both sweetheart? You want me to watch while they both have their way with you right doll?” He leaves a loving kiss on your neck before pulling his fingers out of you and patting your thigh.

“sit pretty up on the table for them then and let them know what you want.” Sunwoo sat back in his seat watching as you shyly took a seat up on the table.

“Don’t act all shy now baby you weren't acting shy a couple minutes ago when you were begging me to let them have their way with you.”

“I want Ju to eat me out while I take care of Minni.” He chuckles as you look away from him, a slight blush on your cheeks at having to admit it to him.

“Well then was that so hard princess? Go ahead and help them out then.”

Sunwoo watched as you moved between the two, helping them both get out of their pants while they took off your remaining clothes. Now here you were completely naked and exposed, trapped between two men that were working together to completely destroy you. Juyeons lips wrapped around your sensitive clit while Changmins Cock completely filled your mouth, swallowing up every one of your moans.

You had seemed so shy before but now that they had loosened you up you seemed to take it all so well. It seemed like a dream to you Changmins brown eyes gazing down at you through his glasses as he tugged at your hair and fucked your pretty mouth. All while Juyeon sat behind you forcing you to sit on his face and take the abuse of his tongue. For Changmin seeing you between his legs now is quite a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal. He couldn’t believe it was real, a girl he had fantasized about multiple times struggling to take the abuse of him down her throat.

“She takes it so well doesnt she? .” Sunwoos' gaze burned into you as he watched the scene before him. You weren’t sure why he was letting this happen but at the time you were too caught up in Juyeon and Changmin to care

Changmin breathlessly mumbles out soft curses when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat. You looked a complete mess, your vision clouded with tears and fucked up mascara while saliva coated your chin and plump lips. One look at you and Changmin groans upon seeing your now ruined makeup all because of the way he was abusing your throat. you’re eagerly motivated now, taking him with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. He lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“You're doing so well, babydoll.” Sunwoo chuckles upon seeing the way the tears continuously formed within your eyes.

To Changmin your mouth felt like heaven. Using your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the way you hollow out your cheeks around him immediately shuts him up. You pull him out of your mouth with a plop, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips as you move in to suck just the tip. Lewd moans spew from your lips upon feeling Juyeons tongue work against your clit. You look down at him which was proven to be a mistake because it immediately made your brain go fuzzy.

Juyeon showed no mercy, not letting up for a second even as your legs trembled, slurping up the juices that drip from your clit loudly. The moment you try to jerk away from him his grip on your thighs tighten and he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

“Don’t move, Babydoll,” He groans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. He

flicks his tongue over your clit while using his fingers to stretch you out groaning at the way your cunt pulsing and gripping his digits. you’re snapped out of your daze when Changmin forces you to look back at him and shoves his cock back into your throat. Mere seconds later Juyeon gives a few slaps onto your clit as a warning to not take your eyes away from Changmin.

you give him an apologetic look before slurping your saliva off his cock. He hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around him send vibrations up his body. Changmin twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses. All while you could feel something burning within your core begging for your release.

“Better hold it princess, if you cum before Changmin i’ll make sure you can’t do it again when i fuck you.” Sunwoo chimes in from the side making you whine.

Despite hearing that Juyeon wasn’t letting up, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd that if you could see it you'd have cum immediately. he admires how the way it runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he couldn’t help but wish for it to be his cum instead. Your eyes roll back the moment he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how he seems to know all your sweet spots in such a short period of time.

“Yn—” Changmin moans, gets breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. the drool that drips from the corners of your mouth and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into a frenzy.

“Remember we don’t waste babydoll.” At Sunwoos words you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re taking his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. He pulls on your hair before you both cum together, your cum spilling out onto Juyeons lips and face all while Changmin spills all down your throat. An overload hits your tongue and the back of your throat and you nearly spit it back up but force yourself to keep it down.

Unfortunately for you, it was not over, Sunwoo immediately lifted you up from the table, taking you into his lap and spreading your thighs apart.

“Now you’re gonna take care of Juyeon while I show them i’m the only one that can fuck you like the pretty doll you are.” While your lips wrapped around Juyeons Cock Your eyes rolled back immediately as Sunwoo pushed himself inside of you until he fully bottomed out. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach. He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Look at you taking me so well, I bet you loved every bit of Juyeon and Changmin working together to destroy you babydoll.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pulled your thighs up against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He waisted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug so deep into his thighs that you nearly drew blood. your moans sent vibrations over Juyeons cock, making him throw his head back and pull at your hair, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as each of your moans were swallowed up by him thrusting into your throat.

“Youre such a pretty little doll baby, look at you being so good for the three of us.” Sunwoo immediately leans down to place kisses on your neck, your nipple between his fingers while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the feeling of his fingers against your breasts to every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“From now on you will make it known that you’re mine. Mine to kiss, to touch to fuck. You’re gonna tell every single guy that approaches you that you belong to someone. understand babydoll?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock after getting used like a slut other men.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for all of them to see, to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. As you were finally able to pry your eyes open you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of Changmins hands wrapped around his Cock and sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched both Juyeon and your boyfriend work tinder to ruin you.

Your legs shook violently as Sunwoos thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock followed by Juyeons release down your throat mere seconds later. Sunwoo wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way you clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill into you, him and Changmin both finishing at the same time.

“You two, from now on stop flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Slipping his head into the crook of your neck he sucks harshly, leaving evidence that you were now tainted by him, a true indication that you belonged to him and no one else

[sucodegoiaba88]

Wait whoops I js reread the rules n it said no gender specific IM SORRY LMAO😭

I dooo have another request for u tho since u said u wanna write!!

Could we get a Cho Hyun-Ju (yes another cuz I love her) x reader where we realize we have feelings for her n rant to it about to one of the players (maybe the old lady who gives us advice n teases) n dont notice that shes nearby, basically hearing everything we say until we notice n freeze up n then move away in embarassment which leads to us avoiding her cuz were nervous n dont wanna be seen vulnerable?

- gotcha!! : ★

featuring: hyun-ju cho x reader.

summary: you have a massive crush on your friend and don't know what to do, so you seek help. And who is a better help at giving advice than the elders? However, a certain someone also heard your little talk.

warnings: none.

genre: fluff.

A/N: YOUNG-MI LIVES YAAAY

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

➤ "Please, you guys need to help me!"

Jang could only watch your absolutely flustered face while Young-mi cutely laughed by her side. Your request was unusual, and she was sure that if she somehow was starting to understand the youngsters, all of that effort was going through the drain right now.

"Di-did she say something a-about me?"

Young-mi only busted out laughing once more as Yonsik held his own. Jang could only hold an annoyed expression, while the other two were clearly having the time of their lives.

"How are we supposed to know, you buffoon! She is your close friend, not ours!" Jang said, her patience running thin.

"Don't be so mean!!" you protested with a huge pout on your deep red face.

After a good pause for them to laugh at your attempts of asking them about Hyun-ju, Young-mi finally managed to catch her breath. You have never seen the small girl laugh so much in her entire life (not that you knew her for a long period of time anyways).

"Maybe you should try talking to her personally, Unnie." she adviced you. Even if she still found the newfound situation incredibly funny, she still hoped the best for you and Hyun-ju. Both of you were good people who helped her when she needed the most, and she couldn't be more grateful. She really looked up to you two, and sometimes you felt like you couldn't disappoint her.

"Well, maybe i could give it a try. I wouldn't want to risk the friendship we already have. But, by the way, where is she?" you asked, confused on why she still wasn't by their usual spot already.

"She said she was going to the bathroom, maybe you should go after her! Ha!" Yonsik said in a teasing manner, but the idea didn't seem so bad to you. You hesitantly get up, ignoring Yonsik's teasing and giving Young-mi a slight pet, and only after heading to the bathroom.

However, as you crossed a certain turn in the mess of beds, you stumbled across no one other than Hyun-ju herself.

"Hyun-ju...?"

She was beaming red. Her usual composed manner fading slightly when she saw you. You could quickly tell she had heard every word that came out of your mouth.

" -i need to go."

"No, please, stay."

Both of you were trembling. In her case, it was anxiety. But in yours, you have never felt so embarrassed in your entire life.

Was she about to reject you? To end your friendship? To say that you were gross to even think about her in such ways, and-

"Can we talk?" she asked after recomposing herself, albeit not completely.

"We don't need to. I understand and accept it. I'm so sorry for even thinking about our friendship in that way, i..." for a long moment, you were at a loss for words. What were you thinking for even-

"I feel the same way. I have felt, for a long while."

. . .

Now that's what you weren't expecting.

"Could you- Hyun-ju, could you please repeat what you just said? I don't think I've heard you well."

"I love you."

-

"These 2 are taking too long in the bathroom! Do you think they-" he was quickly smacked by his mother before he could even begin to mutter another word.

"Let then be."

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[sturniololuvz]

Could you write a fic about the triplets having a sister whose the same age as them (like theyre quadruplets) and they're in college and chris is in a frat and one night he gets a call from a friend from another frat whose throwing a party that his sister is too drunk and asks him to come get her and chris brings her back to his dorm (he has his own) and takes care of her (and maybe matt and nick call him worried because she had drunk texted them?) thank you sm :))))) <333333

“You Good, Quad?”

Chris was halfway through a ping pong game in the basement of his frat house when his phone started vibrating on the table.

He ignored it at first—figured it was a group text, or maybe Nick being dramatic about a class again.

But it buzzed again. And again. Then it started ringing.

“Dude, your phone’s having a seizure,” one of his brothers joked, tossing the ball back.

Chris grabbed it, and froze when he saw the name:

“Danny (Beta Chi)”

He answered fast.

“Yo?”

“Chris, man—hey, I didn’t know if I should call you or one of your other brothers, but—uh—Y/N’s here.”

Chris’s blood ran cold.

“Wait, where’s here?”

“Beta Chi house. She came with some girls from her dorm. She’s… not doin’ great.”

Chris didn’t even ask for details. He just grabbed his keys and started pushing through the crowd.

“I’m on my way.”

⸻

It took six minutes to get to the Beta Chi house, and every single one of those minutes, his phone was blowing up.

Nick:

bro is y/n drunk???

wtf is she texting me rn???

“i love u so much dont let chris be mean” ????

Matt:

she just texted me “do u think birds get hangovers”

do we need to go get her??

Chris didn’t answer either of them.

He was already out of his car and storming up the porch steps when the front door opened and Danny stepped out, guiding someone toward him.

“Chris,” Danny called. “She’s okay, I think. Just really out of it. She wouldn’t stop saying you were gonna be mad.”

And there she was.

Y/N. His quad.

Makeup smudged, hoodie half-off her shoulder, hair a mess. She was giggling at nothing, mumbling under her breath, and gripping a plastic cup with nothing in it.

Chris’s jaw clenched so hard he thought he might break a tooth.

“Y/N,” he snapped.

Her eyes lit up in slow-motion, hazy and unfocused. “Chrisy! Oh my GOD—why’re there two of you…”

He sighed, stepping forward and catching her before she could sway sideways. “Jesus, Y/N, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Danny gave an awkward half-shrug. “I didn’t even know she was here till she started crying in the kitchen asking for you.”

Chris closed his eyes and took a breath. “Thanks, man. I got her.”

Y/N leaned against his chest, wrapping her arms around him lazily. “You smell like beer. Wait, are you drunk too? We can be drunk together, quad—”

“No. Not happening.” Chris tightened his grip around her waist. “Come on. You’re staying with me tonight.”

She hiccuped. “Ugh, your bed is always cold.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered as they walked toward the car, “get used to it. You’re not gonna feel warmth again for the next decade if you pull shit like this.”

⸻

Chris got her into his dorm after a rough elevator ride and a full five minutes of her singing Taylor Swift lyrics off-key into his hoodie sleeve.

Once the door shut behind them, he helped her sit on his bed and crouched in front of her, holding her shoulders.

“Y/N. You good?”

She blinked at him, dazed. “Yeah, I’m so good. I’m—like—champagne good. I love you.”

Chris stared. “You can’t even sit up straight.”

“I can too,” she argued, immediately tipping sideways and catching herself with a weak giggle. “See?”

Chris exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.

“You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.”

She looked up, expression shifting slightly. “Wait… are you mad?”

“Yes, I’m mad. You were drunk off your ass in some frat house where you don’t know anyone, and I had to find out from Danny that you were crying and asking for me. You know how fucking dangerous that could’ve been?”

Tears started to fill her eyes immediately.

“Hey, no,” he said, softer now, moving to sit beside her and wrapping an arm around her. “Don’t cry. I’m not mad like—like I hate you or anything. I’m mad because I care, alright? Because if anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.”

She sniffled, voice wobbling. “I didn’t mean to get that drunk. I just wanted to feel better. I was sad and my friends were going and I thought if I was around people I wouldn’t feel like shit and then I had two drinks and I was fine and then I wasn’t.”

Chris pulled her into his chest, letting her cry into his hoodie.

“You should’ve told me you were feeling like shit. Or Matt. Or Nick.”

“I did,” she whimpered. “I sent Nick like seventeen emojis.”

Chris let out a breath of something that was almost a laugh and kissed the top of her head.

His phone buzzed again.

Matt:

is she with u??

please say yes

she’s not answering me or nick and we’re kinda freaking out

Chris texted back fast.

She’s safe. With me. I got her. She’s sleeping soon.

I’ll call in a bit.

He looked down at you, still in his arms, sniffling quietly.

“Next time?” he said gently. “Tell me you’re going out. And don’t get so drunk that you forget who’s got your back.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, curling into his chest. “Swear.”

He pulled a blanket over you and laid back, letting you bury your face into his arm. His voice was soft this time.

“You’re my quad, Y/N. I’ll always come get you. Even if you fuck up.”

You hummed sleepily. “Love you, Chrisy.”

“Love you too, dumbass.”

⸻

[renren-006]

Over The Years- Daryl x Fem Reader

plot: being in love with daryl through the years but he’s clueless

word count: 2639

a/n: hey! i love that you guys have been eating up my Daryl Fics soooo heres another one. this took me sooo long to write so oi hope you enjoy!!

This has been posted on AO3- Over The Years

taglist: @rosecentury

Atlanta - 1:

"you've been staring at him all day, y/n," Lori said, coming to your side. You were standing by the van, 'helping Dale,' watching Daryl do whatever he was doing in his little area. You offered to help, but the man shooed you off.

"I'm not," you told her; she gave you the mom look she gave Carl, making you cave. "okay, so what if I am?"

"Just be careful, hunny," she told you, "he's not the type to realize his or your feelings."

"I know," you told Lori. This wasn't the first of these conversations, but it was the last time someone told you to be careful.

Atlanta - 2:

"If yer trying to fish here, yer in the wrong spot," Daryl said as he came up behind you on a rock, trying to catch fish or just waste the day away.

"I figured," you told him, hitting the empty bucket you had. "I'm just…"

"Tryna' not to be bored?" He asked you. You nodded.

"You want to know how ta' catch fish?" he asked; you smiled and nodded, reeling the cast in and handing him the pol, following him to a different spot and spending the rest of the afternoon taking tips from him on fishing. If someone asked you what you learned, you could only tell them that Daryl's eyes looked almost green in the sunlight.

Farm - 1:

you saw him take his stuff and walk off; he hiked over weeds to his area a yelling distance away. Carol watched you watch the man walking away from the group's solidarity.

"he's stubborn," she commented; you nodded. You faced her, to see she was already watching you. "he's stubborn with his feelings too."

"I know. I know both those things," you told Carol; she nodded. She walked off after patting your back, knowing you knew the unsaid things in the air. You continued working around the group, keeping watch, cooking dinner, and helping with the Greene family. Maggie became a close friend of yours through the days on the farm.

Farm - 2:

"Hey," you said as you stood in the doorway. Daryl glanced up from bed, his shirt half on over his bandages.

"Hey," he said, not responding more to you entering his room.

"Just wanted to check on you."

"Dont need ya to," Daryl said, trying to hide from you more and more. You stood in the doorway still, knowing entering wouldn't go well.

"I didn't ask if you did," you told him. "I'm in the kitchen; shout if you want anything."

Part of you wanted to give more care to him, show him you cared, but you knew him well enough to know he didn't need that from you. He nodded his head at you, and you closed the door again. Then, he walked down back to the kitchen to help Maggie with lunch.

Farm - 3:

"Ya need help," Daryl asked. You were trying to get a sheet of wood up on the window to nail it shit, but you only had two hands. He came up and grabbed the wood from you, holding it up for you

"Thank you," you told him, and he grunted back at you. You finished up nailing in the panels with his help.

"You need any help?"

"Nah, I got it," he said, leaving after helping you. Things were still the same between the two of you, you thought. Daryl, however, couldn't see how he was growing to care for you.

On the road:

You never planned on getting hurt, but it just happened. You, Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie were off in a group scouting a building you had seen. Rick had made the five of you go to keep an eye on each other and get as much stuff as possible. You walked in first, knife in hand, Glenn close behind with a flashlight. Maggie and Daryl took the rear, much to Daryl's dismay.

Once you were all inside the building, you realized this used to be a Military compound, a small one, but it still had some things left inside. There was an airfield outside, probably a small compound not used for much. Once you split off from everyone, you wandered around the shelving units, finding some rations. When you didn't see the ceiling being held up by one of the shelving units and when you accidentally bumped into it, part of the roof came falling down. You yelled as part of it fell on top of you, crushing your ankle. Daryl was the first person over to you, rushing to see what was wrong.

"The roof! I didn't see," you said, grinding your teeth. Daryl stood there, eyes wide at seeing you on the floor with half the ceiling on your leg. "Daryl!" you practically yelled at him. The shock of you yelling shocked him out of his daze, and he rushed to lift the wood off your leg. Glen and Maggie rushed over soon after seeing the aftermath of the roof collapse and Daryl lifting it off you.

"What happened?" Maggie asked as she picked me up. I hobbled a bit, yelping when I put my left leg down. "Shit"

"The roof...I didn't see that it was falling, and the shelves were holding it up," you said, "I think I fucked up my ankle."

"How could ya not look?" Darly said angrily, "Now ya hurt and.."

"Hey, it's fine, Daryl. She didn't know. This could have happened to any of us," Glenn defended. "Let's look for crutches; they have to have some here. After you look around, you find some crammed in the back of a closet and leave the building. Daryl hung back with you while you were trying to walk.

"I shouldenta' yelled," Daryl said, breaking your silence. You nodded, knowing he was only trying to look after you.

"It's okay."

"Nah, it's not," he told you, stopping you from walking any further "Sorry"

"It's okay, Daryl, really. I was stupid anyway."

"Nah, coulda' happened to anyone," he said. During the rest of the walk, you had a small smile, and Daryl had a hand on your back guiding you. He didn't want you to fall again, let alone on his watch.

Prison:

The prison setting took everyone a while to settle into it; Daryl, however, took to it really fast, moving into one of the guard towers. You desperately wanted to be near him again, not only because you knew how you felt but also because he was the only person you felt truly safe around. You watched him go back to that guard station every night after dinner just outside the cell block. You turned back into your bunk at the end of the hall, far from everyone and enough privacy that you felt calm. Carol already knew about your affection for the archer and tried many times to get the two of you to sit next to each other. You moved, always, leaving the spot open for Glenn to take and talk Daryl's ear off about whatever he had found on a run that day. You took your spot next to Maggie, who silently let you watch the archer with no complaints.

That was months ago.

"Why don't you join us on the run tomorrow?" Maggie asked you, "We need to find stuff for Judith."

"Yes, I'll come."

"No, ya won't," Daryl said, walking up behind the two of you outside.

"Daryl, I'm fine. I'm going."

"Then I'm coming'" He said, glaring daggers at the two of you and going to get his bike ready.

"Ass," you muttered to him as he walked away; he didn't seem to hear you.

"He cares," Maggie said as you grabbed the bags by the upper gate. You signed, you knew that but for some reason, he had distanced himself, or maybe you had

"Whatever," you said and made your way down the path. The pickup truck was made for two, and Daryl knew that.

"Hop on," he said, riding up to you. You looked at him, and it seemed like he knew you wanted him there. You climbed on behind him and headed out with the others. The ride was quiet, but it spoke enough about the two of you that no words needed to be spoken.

Daryl and you scouted a house; all was quiet between you two. You found an unopened can of peanut butter and showed it to him, he smiled over at you.

"Who knew we'd find it," he told you, taking it from your hands.

"Guess you're my good luck charm," you told him, grabbing the can back and putting it in your bag. When you glanced back, he was looking at you. "Daryl?"

"Nah, it's nothin'," he said, snapping out of his daze. "I'm looking upstairs," he said, moving away from you and up to the tip floor. You continued rummaging through the downstairs before heading out to the porch and waiting for Daryl.

Prison:

Daryl didn't get jealous. You had never seen him that way. It was early in the morning, everyone was outside, and you were helping Carol with the food prep. One of the guys from the town you saved had a very obvious thing for you. He was younger than you, but it didn't bother him. He made a move that morning in Daryl's direct eyesight. He had come over, taking your ear off, and then he got close, trying to grab or touch you. You had stepped away, trying to tell him that you didn't see him like that and that he needed to give you space. He didn't listen. Daryl barged over and tugged the guy back from you.

"Didn't ya hear? She said to back off," Daryl said, putting himself between him and you.

"Oh, shit! Hi Daryl!" the guy said, unaware that Daryl could rip this guy to shreds. You put your hand on his bicep, feeling it flex under your touch.

"I'm fine," you told him calmly. He looked back at you, seeing that you were relieved he stopped in but worried he would rip the guy to shreds.

"Good," he said, pushing the guy back, "don't ya go near her again," the guy nodded, running off, getting the message.

On the run:

You were with Daryl and Beth, wandering around the unfamiliar world. It was a miracle that you found Beth during the invasion and even more so that Daryl made a B-line for you. When the three of you started on your journey, it was slow. Daryl watched for the two of you Until Beth was taken in the night.

"Beth!" you yelled, "Beth!"

"C'mon," Daryl said, tugging you back from the road and away from the walker's grouping. "Well, find her."

You walked after that car for miles until your feet couldn't take it, and you collapsed. Daryl wanted to drop beside you, but he couldn't.

That was when the real test of being back out in the world came. These men that Daryl didn't want to join but did anyway made your skin crawl. The way they looked at you, the way they wanted you, it made you sick. Daryl quickly understood the rules, realizing I got no say in anything in this group and was merely seen as an item for the taking.

"She's mine," He said, causing the boys upfront to look back at the two of you. You were behind Daryl, per his request. "Aint no one touching her."

"Boss! He can't do that," one yelled.

"Rules are rules," the boss said, "She's his."

Still didn't stop looking or not sleeping. Daryl noticed it; of course, he did.

There was one man both of you knew who didn't care about the rules. One night in particular proved this to Daryl and the rest of the men. He had left you no longer than a few minutes in a different direction than you out in the woods when the man sprung on you. You tried to grab your knife, but he was already prepared to stop you. You were helpless as he tried to get his way with you.

"Don't scream now," he said, with his hand over your mouth, suppressing any screams you tried to get out. You started hitting him, making him yell back in pain from it. "Crazy bitch” he said, slapping you.

"Daryl!" you yelled, scrambling to get up. The man behind you grabbed your leg, making you fall to the ground. "Daryl!" you screamed again, knowing that was your last attempt at calling for the archer. Your breath was completely knocked out of you. You heard fast-moving, crunching footsteps as the man tried to turn you over, and then, nothing. You turned, seeing an arrow between his eyes and the man falling back. You scrambled away, trying to catch your breath as Daryl jumped to hold you.

"I'm sorry," he said into your hair as you held onto him, too shoved to say a word. The world became quiet in his arms.

On the run:

The road to salvation was long. The group had been walking for days; hope was dwindling. You lagged, not having much energy for things anymore. Daryl is always stuck by your side, never leaving the comfort of your space. He had been quiet for a while, keeping his thoughts locked away. You stopped walking, alerting Daryl but not the others.

"Hey?" he asked, looking back at you and watching him.

"somethings wrong with you, and you won't tell me," you told him, matter a fact. "I know there is."

'aint nothin'"

"Nothing? Really? You haven't left my side since the…¦," you said, drifting off, not wanting to mention the near attack you had. "Since you know when I feel like I can't breathe without you worrying."

"I.."

"What is wrong?" you pressed; Maggie had seen that you had stopped and told the others to slow the pace a bit. You knew she probably understood that what was happening with the two of you needed to be talked about away from the group, so she kept them moving slowly. "I can't stand to see ya hurt anymore," he told me, knowing somethin' was on his mind. "I can't stand thinkin' somethin' happen if i leave ya"

"Daryl, that's not your responsibility," you said.

"maybe it should be," Daryl said.

"What?"

"I care about you a lot" he said, looking down, "I love ya"

The world stopped when he said those words, something he had never even said to Carol or Rick, ever or often. You took his hands in yours, making him look at you.

"I have loved you since we were on that mountain in Atlanta," you told him, "I have always loved you."

"ya have?"

"How could I not, Daryl?" you said; he smiled a bit, something you had not seen in a very long time.

"You my woman now," he told you, "you've been mine since I told those men you were."

"I'll always be yours; you never have to worry about that."

Extra:

Alexandria: (years later)

"How long have I been an idiot?" Daryl asked Carol. They were both lounging on the porch in Alexandria, watching you chase after a little brown-haired girl. She was only two, but she had spirit. You were smiling so big that Daryl felt like his heart was melting.

"You've been an idiot for as long as she's been in love with you

ain't helping" Daryl said, shoving Carol a bit.

"I think you started falling for her when we were in Prison"

"yea…your right"

"You were stubborn to let yourself feel until you almost lost her," Carol said. Daryl nodded, not wanting to admit that it took a life-or-death situation for him to truly know he couldn't ever lose you.

[imsogonesposts]

You're Here, You're Real

|| ao3 || part 1 (you dont have to read part 1 to understand what's happening here) || finnick masterlist || requests are open!! ||

summary: You and Finnick finally reunite after your capture by the Capitol (for real this time) (wc: 948)

warnings: mentions of finnick's forced prostitution, mentions of blood, finnick low key spiraling, mentions of bruising and the capitol starving you, I think thats it!!

Finnick could hardly focus as he made knot after knot, Katniss sitting next to him as they both waited. His fingers were bleeding from the rope at this point, but he needed something to help calm himself until he knew if you were alive or not. Until he knew if you were here or not. District 13 had sent out a team of soldiers to save Peeta and Johanna from the cruel hands of Snow. But most importantly, to him at least, they went to get you back. You who kept him lying awake at night as he prayed to every god he could think of that you were alive. And when he wasn’t staring at the ceiling, you were in his dreams. The upside was he got to see your face again, the downside was that they always felt too real, and he’d have to wake up in a cold bed again and again. The cruelest dream was when he saw you waiting in his doorway, finally back from the Capitol, back in his arms. That was both the best and worst of his dreams. 

“Did you love her right away, Finnick?” Katniss suddenly asks, breaking him out of his thoughts. 

“No,” he quietly replies. “She crept up on me,” he adds with a smile. He had never planned on falling in love with one of the tributes he had to mentor. Never wanting to get too attached in case they didn’t make it out. Never wanting someone to have to put up being with him. Someone they’d have to share with the citizens of the Capitol and could never fully have to themself, so long as Snow was alive. But then, you survived. And not only that, you acted genuinely interested in Finnick’s well-being, noticing when he felt the slightest bit off, noticing when he retreated into himself. And when he told you about what President Snow put him through, you stayed. And he couldn’t help but slowly start to fall for you the more time he spent with you, until suddenly, you infiltrated his mind, being the first thing he thought of every morning,and the last he thought of every night. And he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

It felt like years until Haymitch finally came back with news. “They’re back. We’re wanted in the hospital. That’s all I know.” It was like he couldn’t move anymore, could hardly breathe. They were back. At the hospital. Were you injured? How badly? Is it critical? Did they even bring you back? What if when they went to the hospital, you were nowhere to be found and Finnick had to watch Katniss reunite with Peeta while he was forced to mourn you again? He didn’t know if he could do it. He didn’t think he had it in him to pretend to be happy for Katniss if you weren’t there. At least Katniss had the luxury of knowing Peeta was alive every time they showed him on the propos. At least Katniss had the luxury of knowing they’d bring Peeta back no matter what.

He was grateful when Katniss took his hand, leading him to the hospital wing. He didn’t think he could walk there on his own in fear of what he might find. What if none of this is real? What if it’s all a dream again? What if you weren’t here? What if- 

“Finnick!” He heard from his left as he turned to be met with your warm eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had made it to the hospital wing, but there you were. You were a little bruised, and it was obvious the Capitol hadn’t been feeding you enough, if at all, but you were here. You were alive. 

Finally, he could move again, he could breathe, he could feel. The people around him hardly existed at this point, and his heart was beating a mile a minute, but as he ran to hold you, all that really mattered to him was that you were back in his arms, where you belonged. Alive and breathing and holding him back. He could cry. 

“You’re here,” he muttered, cupping your face as he kissed your forehead, eyes starting to water. “You’re alive,” he muttered, this time kissing your lips. This kiss felt real. He lightly pinched his arm just to be sure, and when he realized he wasn’t dreaming, he smiled against the kiss. “You’re real,” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him. 

“You’re real,” you whispered back, hands moving to hold his. 

“I love you,” he told you for the first time in far too long. He never wanted to be this far away from you ever again. 

“I love you too,” you replied with a smile as he pulled away slightly to look at the extent of your injuries. 

“I’m okay,” you reassured him as you noticed the crease in the middle of his eyebrows, and though he wasn’t sure how true it was, he was happy you were back with him, in one piece. 

“You’re glued to me from now on, okay?” He replied, letting go of your hands to cup your face. “We’re gonna be together so much that you’re gonna be sick of me, got it?” 

And from the look in his eyes, you knew it was true. A look of determination and complete and utter adoration. It’s been far too long since you got to see that look. 

“Got it,” you tell him with a smile as he leans in to kiss you. An all too real, all-consuming, heart-skipping kiss. 

[marvelousels]

WALLS BETWEEN US.

authors note — ahhhhhh i was listening to been like this and was like...why dont i just make a one shot that lowk explains the message behind been like this.

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

been like this — doja cat playing!

The first thing you noticed when Caitlyn walked in was the way her shoulders slumped. Her usual confident stride was replaced by something slower, more deliberate. She set her coat on the back of a chair, her fingers lingering on the fabric as if grounding herself. Her eyes met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, and you felt the familiar pang of unease settle in your chest.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting down the book you’d been pretending to read. She didn’t answer right away, instead busying herself with removing her gloves. The silence stretched between you like an unspoken truth, heavy and uncomfortable.

You stood and approached her, stopping just short of touching her. “Caitlyn, is everything okay?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice tight, clipped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

It was the same question she always asked, a deflection so practiced you could almost predict it. But tonight, the crack in her composure was more evident, the weight she carried more pronounced. You reached out, your fingers brushing her arm, and she froze.

“Talk to me,” you pleaded. “I know something’s been bothering you. You’ve been distant, Cait. I… I just want to help.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might finally let you in. But then she pulled away, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional chasm between you.

“I don’t need help,” she said, her tone sharper than you’d expected. “I—I just need time.”

Time. It was always time. Time to process. Time to think. Time to figure things out. You’d given her all the time in the world, but the walls she’d built around herself remained firmly in place. And now, they were starting to feel insurmountable.

You crossed your arms, trying to steady the frustration bubbling under the surface. “Time for what? To keep shutting me out? To act like everything’s fine when it’s not?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing. “I’m not shutting you out. I just… I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” you pressed. “Be honest? Vulnerable? Let someone else carry the weight for once?”

The words came out harsher than you intended, but they hung in the air, undeniable. Caitlyn’s lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. For a fleeting moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in her expression—something that almost made you reach for her again.

“It’s not about you,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s about me. About everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve done.” She turned away, her hands clutching the back of the chair. “I’m supposed to be strong. The Enforcer who doesn’t crack under pressure. But lately, I’ve felt like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Her confession left you stunned. Caitlyn had always been the steady one, the person who faced danger head-on without hesitation. Hearing her admit to feeling overwhelmed was like seeing a crack in the foundation of something unshakable.

“Caitlyn,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I’m here. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long trying to hold everything together on my own that I don’t know how to lean on someone else.”

You reached out, gently turning her to face you. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your heart ache. “It’s okay to not have all the answers,” you said. “It’s okay to let go, even just a little. I’m not going anywhere, Caitlyn. I love you, and I want to be here for you, no matter what.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to decide whether to believe you. Then, slowly, she nodded, her walls beginning to crumble. “I… I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough. Scared of failing.”

“You won’t lose me,” you promised. “And you’re more than enough, Caitlyn. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

Her breath hitched, and then she was in your arms, clinging to you like a lifeline. You held her tightly, your heart swelling with a mix of love and determination. Whatever storms she was facing, you would face them together. You weren’t going to let her drown.

As she buried her face in your shoulder, you felt a tear slip onto your skin. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. A sign that she was beginning to trust you with the parts of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. And in that moment, you knew you’d do whatever it took to help her heal.

You’d been trying, and now, so was she.

[n0vazsq]

Love shot | MV1 x Reader

pairing . . . hitman!max verstappen x mega!rich!reader

summary . . . You never suspected to fall in love with your assistant, but when he tells you something groundbreaking, you don't know what to believe

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i feel so bad for reader omg like girl you dont deserve that?? also yes i am acting like i didnt write this shit

. . . You had never been one for grand parties or society's shallow circles. You were the heiress to a vast fortune that seemed to grow larger every day, yet it never seemed to fill the emptiness inside you.

After your father’s passing, the inheritance came with a weight you never asked for, pushing you into a world of power and danger you barely understood.

The mansion where you lived, nestled away from the prying eyes of the city, was meant to be your sanctuary, but it often felt like an extravagant cage.

You preferred the solitude of your home, away from the pressures of high society and endless obligations. That’s when you had started to notice him, the quiet figure in the background.

He wasn’t like the others. While your estate was filled with a rotating cast of servants and security, there was something different about Max, or as you had come to know him, Marcus.

He introduced himself as a personal assistant, a new hire who would help with the day to day operations of the house. His professional demeanor and neatly pressed uniform made him seem like just another cog in the machine.

But Max, Marcus, wasn't like the others. He moved with a practiced ease, slipping between tasks without drawing attention to himself, yet somehow, you found yourself drawn to him.

At first, you thought it was just the feeling of having someone new in your otherwise quiet world. But the more you saw of him, the more you began to notice things that intrigued you.

There was a quiet strength about him, an air of mystery that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He never stayed long in any one place, his presence often fleeting, but you caught glimpses of something deeper when his eyes met yours, something more than just professionalism.

It was on a chilly evening, weeks after Max had started working for you, that the first real conversation between you two happened.

You had been sitting by the fire, absently flipping through a book when you heard footsteps approaching. Without looking up, you assumed it was just another of your staff, but the voice that interrupted the silence made you glance up.

"Is it too late to bring you something warm, Miss? Tea, perhaps?" Max’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.

You smiled, gesturing to the seat across from you. "Tea sounds perfect."

As he moved to prepare the tea, you watched him carefully. The way his hands worked with precision, the way his body language was always so controlled; it fascinated you.

He wasn't like any of the other assistants or servants you had encountered. Most of them treated you with a kind of cautious respect, but Max seemed different. His eyes, though polite, didn’t shy away from meeting yours.

They weren’t filled with the usual fear that people often had when they dealt with someone of your status. There was something in his gaze, something that made you wonder if he saw you as more than just the heiress of a fortune.

After a moment, he placed the tea down in front of you with a small, respectful nod. "I didn’t mean to intrude, Miss. But I thought you might enjoy some company."

You looked up at him, surprised by his words. He had always been so reserved, never seeking attention or conversation. It was strange, and yet it made you feel a little less alone.

"You don’t have to be formal with me, you know," you said, offering him a soft smile. "I know you're just doing your job, but I appreciate the company."

Max paused, his eyes flickering toward the fire before looking back at you. There was something about his gaze that was softer now, less guarded. "It’s… not a bother. I find it nice, talking to you."

The words hung in the air between you two, and you both fell into an easy silence, the crackle of the fire filling the space where words would’ve been.

Over the next few weeks, your interactions with Max grew more frequent, and you found yourself looking forward to his presence.

It was subtle at first; a quiet conversation over dinner, a brief exchange in the hallway, the occasional shared look across the room when you were in the same place. But it wasn’t long before you began to feel a connection with him, one that went beyond just the formality of employer and assistant.

One evening, as you both worked late into the night, you looked up from the papers spread across the table to see Max standing by the door, watching you. His gaze was focused, his expression unreadable. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, what he saw when he looked at you.

"Max," you said softly, your voice breaking the silence. "You don’t have to stay this late. I can finish up myself."

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don’t mind. You’ve been working hard. Besides, I… enjoy being here."

The words left you with a flutter in your chest. There was something so genuine in his voice that it made you rethink your previous assumptions. He wasn’t just a hired hand, he was different, and you felt it.

Days turned into weeks, and with every passing day, the space between you two seemed to shrink. He would find ways to help you with little things; bringing you coffee in the morning, offering quiet advice when you were stressed, and sometimes even staying to talk about things that weren’t about work at all.

You learned small details about him; how he liked to keep to himself, how he didn’t share much about his past, and how his eyes seemed to soften whenever you spoke to him.

In return, you found yourself opening up to him more than you had to anyone else. You shared your fears about the empire your father left behind, your loneliness, your struggles to fit into a world you never chose.

In those moments, you didn’t feel like the heiress; you felt like just a woman, speaking to someone who didn’t look at you with judgment or expectation.

And then, one day, it happened. You were sitting together, talking about your father, when he asked, almost out of nowhere, "Do you ever wish things were different? That your life wasn’t so… tangled up in all this?"

You stared at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. You had never expected Max, of all people, to ask such a question. But in that moment, you saw something in him, a depth that you hadn’t noticed before.

"I wish things were different every day," you said softly, meeting his eyes. "But I don’t know how to make it stop. How to be free of all of this."

Max’s gaze lingered on you, and you could feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something but then hesitated, his expression clouded with something you couldn’t quite read.

"Max, what’s going on with you?" you asked, your voice soft but firm. "You’ve been acting different lately. What’s on your mind?"

For a long moment, he said nothing, and then, almost reluctantly, he spoke. "I… I never meant to get close to you. That wasn’t part of the plan."

Your heart stopped. The words hung in the air, and you could feel a lump form in your throat. You didn’t know what to say. Was this the moment you had been dreading, the moment he would reveal the truth about why he was really there?

"I was hired to watch you," he continued, his voice barely a whisper. "To make sure you didn’t become a problem. I was supposed to kill you."

The world seemed to freeze in that moment. All the warmth, the connections, the late night talks, the quiet laughter; it all felt like a cruel lie.

"You…" you whispered, trying to process his words. "You were hired to kill me?"

Max’s eyes were filled with regret, but there was no way to undo the truth. "I didn’t expect any of this," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "I didn’t expect to care about you."

Silence settled between you two like a heavy fog. The world around you seemed to collapse, leaving you with only the bitter reality of his confession. You had trusted him, you had opened up to him, and now you didn’t know who he was anymore.

"I don’t know if I can trust you," you said, your voice shaking. "How do I know that you really care about me? Or if this is all just part of your plan?"

Max stepped closer, his expression softening. "I never meant for it to happen like this, but I do care. I swear to you, I do."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your emotions a tangled mess. You wanted to believe him, but could you? How could you be sure he wasn’t lying?

But before you could ask another question, you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps; heavy, purposeful, coming down the hallway.

Max’s face hardened. "We don’t have time for this."

He turned to face the door, and you realized that whatever came next would change everything.

And as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, you knew that your life, your future, was no longer in your hands.

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[sanaexus]

pass pass- oh smash. -oikawa toruu

the inarazaki volleyball team was nothing short of chaos. be it the twins bickering, suna recording every fight, aran cheering them on, omimi's loud sighs of disappointment, kita's scolding and the manager's threat was something that happened on a daily basis, it was normal.

but despite all that nothing changed the fact that they were all extremely close, specially with the manager. in the past all most all the managers quit because of how patient you needed to be dealing with the havoc they created. but you were different. dealing with their bullshit every day, helping them with whatever they needed and just being a friend they really needed.

while to anyone outside it may have seemed like you have romantic feelings for one of them and that's why you chose to become the manager, so you could be closer to them. but that really wasn't the case. the last thing you'd like was one of those hooligans.

it was supposed to be a normal practice match with aoba johsai, but this was inarizaki they were talking about, of course it wasn't.

no one knew you were dating oikawa. no, everyone just automatically assumed you were with atsumu. they weren't exactly to blame, you were close to him but that's what happens when you know someone since your childhood.

to say you were tensed about the match was an understatement. not only about how this was going to end on the court but about how the teams would react if they somehow got to know you were with oikawa.

but it was as if luck decided to make a complete fool of me their entire team came barging in, the loud entrance made everyone flinch for a second as they stared at the door.

now you were panicking and omi being the actual saint he was asked you, "are you alright?"

"no, fuck shit no, do i look alright?" i was pacing back and forth trying to hide my face thinking about ways to hide myself from oikawa or at least let him no that he shouldn't approach me.

"are you alright you look like you just saw a ghost"

"that's because i saw someone worse than a ghost! oh my godd can i call in sick please?" you pleaded with him, trying to find any excuse that would get you out of here.

"no. why would you want that, what happened?"

"i'm kinda maybe sorta might be dating someone from seijoh"

"what's the problem, he's in seijoh this is volley- wait you have boyf- WHAT?"

the yelling had caught the team's attention as they look at the both of you confused.

"WE'RE FINE, NOTHING HAPPENED" as you glare at omi "shhh are you trying to get me killed here? the problem is he is the volleyball team and is kinda the captain of the team. i'm just gonna pray he isn't stupid enough to approach me here with these creatures all around me"

"praying isn't going to be enough for what the twins might do to him if they find out."

cue the bad luck as kindaichi and kunimi wave at you, surprised you're standing at the other side of the court. your hands frantically making the cross sign across your chest mouthing "stay away, you don't know me"

"oh wait how about you text him or something to like not come up to you and you'll explain later"

"ohhh my god you're a genius i love you omi"

as you whip your phone out going to text iwaizumi with your hands shaking.

-IWAIZUMI HELP

why do you look like you're about to pass out? are you fine?

-it's because i might pass out any second. my team doesn't know i'm dating oikawa

oh

-yeah tell him to not approach me please if they find out i'll be dead

i'll do it. good luck w this mess

-thank you i owe you big time

you look up from your phone to talk to omi- "i told his bestfriend to tell him to not approach me that should work right?"

"why didn't you tell him directly? what if he thinks he's just saying it so he stays focused"

"ohhh you're like SUPPER smart, i dont know what i'd do without you"

"probably have your little affair get caught"

you just mutter a little "rude" before going to text oikawa. but before you can, he comes in yelling.

"Y/NNN CHANN I MISSED YOUUU" his whiney voice can be heard to everyone as he jogs his over to you.

you sigh, knowing what's about to go down. "hi oikawa, i missed you too.." you whisper so only you can hear it. and before you can process the entire inarizaki volleyball team (and seijoh) is surrounding the two of you.

suna could careless about who you dated, if you were happy he didn't mind it. but this was something that was both surprising and funny, so of course he had to record it.

it was confusing to the team because up until now they were under the impression you were dating atsumu.

"wait wait wait what does he mean by he missed you? are you two friends?" osamu was curious, he knew you weren't dating his brother but he thought you liked him.

oikawa dramatically turned towards you "you haven't told them?"

"ladies, ladies there's enough of me to go around" which only brought you deadpan looks from both the volleyball teams "ok sorry, my bad for being funny"

"wait what does he mean you haven't told us??"

"we've been dating for a year, the last thing we could be is friends-"

"you're dating him? I thought you were with atsumu?"

"atsumu? i thought you were dating suna?"

"why me? i didn't even do anything keep me out of this?"

"NO WHY WOULD I BE DATING EITHER OF THEM?"

"what's wrong with us?" suna and atsumu asked offended.

"shut up i've seen you eating sand and you ask me what's wrong with the two of you?"

"y/n chan, what's going on?" kunimi asks curiously. the seijoh's team just stood there watching you, oikawa and the inarizaki members going back and forth.

"all of you shut up, we didn't even let y/n explain properly"

"oh my god thank you kita-"

"you don't like the twins?"

"KITA?! no oh lord i don't, i've been dating toruu for the past year, i never did and never will like any of these hooligans, no offense"

"HEY! that's rude-" before atsumu could whiney any further osamu smacked him in the back of his head, which shut him up immediately.

"what about the rumors of a girl making out with atsumu? that wasn't you?" suna finally asked, genuinely wanting to know more.

"Y/N-CHAN YOU MADE OUT WITH PISS HAIR? WHAT?"

"no oh my god toruu I didn't-"

"oh, that wasn't her that was just a junior i dated."

"yeah that wasn't me wait ew juniors? really atsumu?"

"she was cute! don't shift this on me"

"but guys seriously i never had have or will like anyone from the volleyball team. i'm sorry i hid it from you guys, but i was just scared of what you guys would think"

"are you happy? does he keep you happy?" aran asked borderline choking atsumu.

the question caught you off guard but instantly a small smile replaced the shock on your face "yes, he does, he's stupid but he really does make me happy"

"then that's all that matters"

"aww thank you-"

"nuh uh, i don't approve, what if he's a playboy?" atsumu disapprovingly shook his head praying aran's hands off him.

"oh god no one wants to hear that from you" suna shut atsumu up.

atsumu quietly huffed a "rude"

"well now that that's sorted, we should probably get back to warming up"

"yes thank you kindaichi, finally a normal person"

"y/n?" aran called out to you.

"yes?"

"just because your boyfriend's in that team doesn't mean we'll go easy on them, we'll just be rougher with them"

"if it makes you win, be my guest."

this was a bit awkward to write and I'm not proudest of this either but we'll js roll with it

@daisy-room here you go mam hope I did your idea justice divider credits to @/v6que

[naomi-nana]

Hii! I saw your post that you're open for kn8, I was wondering if you could do soshiro hoshina with a fem reader who's a doctor of the third division?

The way she acts towards him as if she hated him, giving him snarky comments and easily get irritated at his teasing antics (especially whenever he breaths lol).

But in reality that's the opposite, she doesn't know how to act towards the vice captain when it comes to having someone she likes (aka falling in love).

✎ᝰ. help me out, doctor !

you're preparing to take a break, but it seems like this superior of yours isn't going to let that happen. oh well, you have to indulge him now.

featuring : hoshina soshiro

cw : fem!reader, doctor!reader, mentions of blood, injuries, scars, fluff, soshiro might be out of character??, bad grammar i think

a/n : HII i hope this was what u had in mind, anon🙏 i really had fun making this!! thank you for your request :D

as a doctor, you rarely can catch a break around the third division. well, not because most of them are weak, but it's because they're almost all too reckless for a warrior, that they often come back bruised. scratches, minor wounds, even worse injuries — they came to your office for help.

not that you mind, though. the job pays well. fortunately for you, today is your day off. so you can take a break for as much as you'd like. actually, you already had a spectacular day planned for yourself. going to a cafe full of cats, a walk around the city, visiting an art museum — krrk... until the annoying sound of a door creaking open reached your ears, making you turn around in frustration.

it seems like a certain vice commander won't let you to take a break, at all.

"vice commander," you called out to him, holding onto the last shred of your sanity with a little, polite smile. "is there any reason as to why you're visiting my office in the beautiful morning of saturday?" a vein pops in your forehead when you see his grin. from the looks of it, this maniac doesn't seem to have the desire to leave quickly at all.

"so, this is yer office?" he whistled, hands in his pocket as if judging your small little space. it's not small, actually. to be quite honest, it's very big. there is a lot of medical equipments lined up on the wall, floor, and your desk. each equipments ranging from small tools for light injuries — to the most advanced tool the JAKDF could offer. though, hoshina often visited this office himself for 'regular check-ups'. so there would be no reason for him to even ask you that.

"yes, vice commander. this is my office." honestly, you could just hit his head with a hammer right now and nobody would know. but, this is your superior you're talking about. you have to hold yourself. "i think you've visited this place many times enough to know how this place looks. so, if you're wishing for a tour—"

"no. i dont want a tour, i need help." he cuts you off with a deadpanned expression, making you want to crawl out of your skin. is this what maniacs do when they're bored? deprive their subordinates of weekends? if so, that's cruel. "... very well. what do you need help with?" you sighed. well, if he just needs a little help, there's no way you can reject him.

suddenly, the air shifted. his expression grew serious — way too serious — and it made you hold your breath. wait, is there actually something serious he wanted to tell you? maybe you should cancel those plans after all.. he takes out his left hand from his pocket slowly, while a bead of sweat trickled down your temple. and when he pulled it out, on his hand was...

"i got a papercut. help me out."

the silent that followed was deafening.

"you *beep*! i held my breathing for a few seconds, felt the *beep* nerves ride up my spine, and this is what i got? a *beep* papercut?! you've got to be *beep* kidding me!" of course, that is just your inner thoughts. you can't possibly say that to your superior, so you just smile through the pain. "oh, is that so? well, sit on the couch. i'll heal you." was your actual response.

he laughs, before sitting on the couch. "im very grateful yer still here, name! the other doctors left already, so i didn't know what to do with this." he grinned, actually a little grateful that someone was still in the medic department. to be perfectly honest, hoshina knew how to treat a papercut. heck, even elementary schoolers can treat those type of injuries themselves. yet he can't help but hope you're still in your office.

"well, i was actually planning to leave, vice commander," you confessed, taking a medkit from the shelves and putting it on the table. "but it seems like the universe has other plans for me. hahaha!" you continued, letting out a pained laugh. at this time, you would've been walking around the park already. unfortunately, you're now stuck here with you weird superior.

"sorry 'bout that." he quipped, making your lips twitch. you opened the medkit and took out a small bottle of antiseptic. "give me your hand, vice commander." you muttered, the polite smile you once had left your face, replaced by a look of focus. you hold out your palm expectantly. he obeyed your words and let his hand rest on yours. his palm is rough, probably due to the intensive trainings he did, but it is also warm. so warm in fact that you just can't resist the urge to squeeze it in your hand.

"wow. im honestly a little surprised you didn't call an ambulance over this," you threw a sarcastic jab without looking at him, focusing on pouring the antiseptic on a clean cotton pad instead. "why would i? we literally have the best doctor in here." he replied, making you pause for a second. after pouring some antiseptic, you set the bottle down to the side and gently pat it on his thumb a few times.

"flattery won't get you a lollipop." you grumbled, throwing the now dirty cotton ball in the trash can. you then take out a batch of small bandages from your medkit, one that you had just bought a few days ago. you really didnt expect to use the first bandage on a papercut, but oh well.

"those are lame. i was kinda hopin' for one of those cute ones with animals on it."

"well, unfortunately, im not a convenience store." you retort, ripping off the packaging and grabbed one of the 'lame' bandages to put it on his cut. "well, it's all done now, vice commander. i hope the next time you visit, you wouldn't be having a papercut again."

"so, what would i be having then?"

"maybe a more serious injury would be nice."

"so cruel." he stood up from the couch, hands in his pocket once again. "well, i'll just find another excuse to see ya again." you looked up at him when he says that, ready to say something snarky once again. but, your brain couldn't think of any words when you see his red eyes staring at you.

you hated that you think he looks handsome with his eyes open. you hated the fact that your brain short-circuited for a few seconds when he looks at you like that. you hated the fact that you forgot why you're rushing to get him out of your office, too. "...please leave my office." you said, shoving the medkit closed with a snap.

"oh, right, today's weekend, ain't it?" he suddenly asked, reminding you of your neatly planned day for today. ah, well, screw it. it's already past the visiting time for the art museum anyways. your ticket also already expired, so you'll spend your weekend weeping in your dorm just as usual. "yes, yes it is. why do you ask?"

"yer too kind for treatin' me on yer off day. i'm startin' to feel a lil bad." he tilted his head, possibly pondering about something. but what came out of his mouth next was not what you were expecting. "let's go to that cat cafe you were talking about with okonogi yesterday."

or maybe you'll spend the day with him.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.