#also i really like how the colouring came out for the 3rd gif

[expelliarmus]

[mandu-17]

Trust me, Baby | Cho Miyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonynoums

Request: Hi! Could get an imagine where miyeon confesses to reader that she likes her(reader also does) and they end up sleeping together. But, the next day reader finds out she’s “dating someone”, (which is really just a publicity stunt) and accuses miyeon of using her. Basically smut/angst but with a happy ending.

Warnings: Language, drinking, phone smushing in anger

Genre: Smut, angst and fluff

Wordcount: ~ 3,324

A/N: IT’S OCTOBER 3RD

“I love this colour on you.” Miyeon murmured, one of her hands put a stray of your hair behind your ear, in the other one she held a glass of champagne.

Your heads were almost pressed together, as both of you were watching your new nails.

“Thank you.” Your smile being slightly uneasy because of the sudden proximity between you two.

The thing was that you weren’t uncomfortable, in fact you were yearning for more of Miyeon. The two of you had known each other for many years and that little crush you developed on her was slowly getting out of control.

Especially whenever it was only the two of you hanging out just like that night at her apartment when the living room was lit by purple LED lights and few candles. With her weekend finally off, Miyeon invited you for a fun, girly sleepover.

Unfortunately for you, three glasses of champagne later, Miyeon was already feeling slightly more playful and touchy, in your opinion bold even.

She did not see any problem with her knee touching yours all the time, it also seemed like there was no need for her to explain her fingers fidgeting with sleeves of your hoodie.

“It’s unbelievable how you can literally pull off anything.” Miyeon’s back rested against the couch, after she put her glass, half empty on the table. Her eyelids were moving slower and slower.

It was almost 2 AM - the time when all of her tiredness was making its’ way to acknowledgement.

“It’s just nail color, come on.” You shrugged trying your best not to show how her raspy voice was affecting you.

“But I meant everything, clothes, hair colors...” You bit your lip when Miyeon paused and tense silence filled the space between you. “I think even bald you’d still be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Her brown, Bambi eyes raised up to meet yours. Corners of her lips also raised coyly creating a soft yet charming smile. The rest of her face was serious, as if Miyeon really wanted you to hear her out.

“I-I can’t be the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. I mean you’re an idol yourself working with and seeing all these other beautiful idols everyday.” You shook your head with an amused smile.

“Y/N?”

You hummed with a raised eyebrow.

“For once, just shut up.” Her words came out quietly but also stern.

Your eyes widened in shock.

“Now you’re just being mean.” You scoffed, not used to Miyeon talking to you like that. Yes, it was in a playful manner, but the two of you were usually very sweet to each other.

“I’m serious when I say you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I’m also serious when I say that anything you wear looks incredibly good on you. Y/N, I-” Miyeon stopped suddenly and before continuing she licked her lips. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” She frowned at your response.

“Not like that. I really do like you, Y/N. And you’re more than just a friend to me.” You could clearly see how hard Miyeon was trying not to reveal her nervousness. Her voice as well as her breathing was unsteady, brunette tried to busy her fingers with the hem of her gray hoodie this time. On the inside she was already shaking in regret - was it a good idea to let you know the truth?

It was easy to panic when she did not hear a single word back from you. The look on your face in that moment was also something she couldn’t really interpret. Yes, you looked shocked to your core with your mouth hanging slightly open, but was it a good kind of shock? Was there a chance that you reciprocated her feelings? What if there was no going back now and all these years of friendship had ended right then and there?

“I-I didn’t... It’s not-” Miyeon began apologizing when something cut her off. It was you or more specifically your lips brushing against hers.

And before she even knew it, Miyeon’s eyes fell closed, your kiss just felt incredibly natural.

You trembled slightly in her arms when her hand cupped your cheek gently. Once her sweet smell hit your nose you were about to explode, you were certain. The heat of Miyeon’s skin, her soft touches and those two hums she let out against your mouth were overwhelming.

“I-... You-” You pulled away, a breathless stuttering mess. “Do you actually like me? Is this really happening?”

Brunette giggled loudly, her response came as another kiss and a quickly muttered ‘yes’.

This time was way more passionate, Miyeon even pushed you against the couch and straddled hurriedly. Your eyebrows raised in surprise nevertheless you were far from complaining. Like a snake you let your arms sneak around brunette’s tiny waist, you pressed her body firmly against yours. Miyeon raised your chin with her finger so that she had the best access to your neck. At first, she was only pecking your skin there, but soon enough her actions turned less soft.

“Are you sure? I mean, isn’t it too fast?” You moaned suddenly feeling her teeth graze the column of your throat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Her deep voice was there again. You bit your lip hard in order to contain yourself. As she straightened her back, those Bambi eyes looked down at you. “Love me, Y/N.”

You intertwined your fingers and brought her hand up to you lips. That was your answer.

Miyeon smirked, in her head probably already imagining all the things the two of you were about to do. Then, when she tried to lean in you gripped her thighs before picking up her whole body with bedroom being your destination.

“I really have to start working out too.” Brunette gasped wrapping her arms around your neck. She loved staying so close to you, especially now while you were showing off, Miyeon couldn’t help but adore you even more. Seconds later, you gently put her on that huge bed and your lips met again.

Surprisingly, it was her who took your shirt off first, although hers joined your on the floor almost immediately. Her, who pushed you to lay down on a cotton pillow. Despite everything you did your best to stay gentle with your actions.

Also, you just really wanted to see Miyeon’s vision for your first night together.

And just like with anything else you could imagine - there was no way she’d let you down.

Her eager mouth made sure to mark as many spots on your skin as possible, Miyeon especially liked your reaction at her biting onto your collarbone. That deep moan you let out got her thighs squeezing, she could already feel how wet and desperate she was getting for you.

Refusing to wait any longer, Miyeon got rid of her pants making you follow quickly.

“There’s no going back now.” She whispered with her 40 degrees nose resting against yours.

“I don’t want to go back.” You answered while your hand was sneakily getting to the clip of her bra.

Miyeon sighed in relief once the last piece of clothing in your way fell down, she hid her face in your hair feeling way too hot, shy even, after you started playing with her boobs. You cherished each and every single whine that escaped her. And even though it was your first time seeing and touching her breasts you felt addicted already to the softness of her skin.

“Oh, Miyeon.” You whimpered when she sat down directly on your thigh and pressed down on it.

“Shit, Y/N.” Her wet folds created such an intense, pleasant feeling on your leg, you bit your lip harshly.

Just as Miyeon’s hips began to rock back and forth you expected her on focusing on chasing her own pleasure while riding your thigh, but that’s when she surprised you once again. Her long, slim fingers reached out to the wetness that arose in between your legs.

“Fuck-” Both of you panted, lost in your own intimate paradise.

With no warning, Miyeon pushed two digits into your dripping core causing you to mewl weakly. The way she curled them inside you made you wonder where she got that experience from.

“Baby, right there. Please don’t stop.” Brunette gripped your shoulder tightly with her right hand while her left one was knuckles deep in, fucking you.

You gripped her hips in order to guide her a little faster, make her press down a bit harder and finally to turn her into a moaning, sweaty mess that won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

Miyeon’s back arched unexpectedly when you flexed your thigh, she started shaking and soon after that her limit was reached. Bambi eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she came with a loud cry.

She never let her fingers rest though, through it all they kept on pumping in and out of you, it was becoming too much. The rhythm of her hips, breathy sounds she was making and all the sweat coating both of your bodies - you felt like passing out.

When your climax came, with teary eyes you kept on repeating Miyeon’s name like she was the only thing you’d ever gotten to touch, hear and see. In no time you felt overstimulated which made you push Miyeon’s hand away.

“S-sensitive.” You mumbled, still helping her ‘down’ from your leg and lay beside you.

Both your chests continued on raising and falling rapidly, when you felt her curious eyes on you. You turned your head to the right to take a long look at the most wonderful woman you’ve ever met.

Miyeon was already curled on her left side, her face illuminated only by the moonlight. She trapped your leg between hers, as she let herself stare at you endlessly. You didn’t even need her to say anything - Bambi eyes were your answers.

Only when her breathing returned to normal, her cheeks slowly regained their pale colour and you noticed her messy hair did you acknowledge what the two of you had actually done.

Shyly, you closed your eyes.

“Told you there’s no going back.”

With a hum, you nuzzled your face into her shoulder.

~

Grinning like an idiot, you walked into the kitchen with the intention of making coffee for your lover and you. It was around 9 AM and Miyeon was also up, already locked in the bathroom while brushing teeth and washing her face as every other morning.

You clicked on the coffee machine and watched brown liquor pouring down into the first one of two white mugs you’d had prepared. Your fingers mindlessly played with the zipper of Miyeon’s big hoodie that you borrowed. Once hers coffee was done, you switched the mugs and waited for another one to fill up. It was your phone beeping that pulled you out of that small coffee trance.

With no thought, you made your way over to the couch and looked for the device for a moment before eventually finding it behind a fluffy pillow. Miyeon and you didn’t have time to clean up the living room last night.

Your phone screen lit up because of your coworkers typing on the group chat. Uninterested, you muted the conversation - it was the weekend after all, you’d catch up with them later.

Once you were in the kitchen again with a comforting cup of hot coffee in your hand and your phone in the other one, you decided to scroll through social media while waiting for Miyeon to stop occupying the bathroom and finally let you know what she’d like for you to cook for breakfast.

That was when it’d popped up.

You dropped the mug, having to reread the article’s title at least two more times. They indeed included photos that showed Miyeon’s heart eyes.

(G)I-DLE’s Miyeon and SF9’s Hwiyoung spotted on a romantic night walk by the Han River! The couple of visuals look so in love!

Miyeon ran into the kitchen, panic present in her eyes as she heard glass breaking.

“Everything okay?” She gasped spotting sharp white pieces of the mug scattered on the floor.

“What is this?” You ignored her while nearly shoving your phone into her face.

Miyeon frowned before visibly paling once she got the look at what the issue was.

“Y/N, don’t... It-it’s not what it looks like, okay?” She stuttered.

“You know what that fucking looks like? You’re a cheater, Miyeon. You used me! Are you fucking kidding me right now?” In a sudden rush of anger you sent your phone to the ground.

“Y/N! Calm down-” Miyeon winced, trying to get a hold of your shoulders after hearing the second crack that morning.

“Don’t fucking touch me! You ruined everything. Y-You- Dammit, Miyeon! I can’t stand you. Just leave me alone!” There was nothing she could really do considering the state you were in. You weren’t thinking straight, clouded by jealousy and anger - Miyeon understood that it was no use for her to try and explain the situation to you. She let you go, gave the space you needed and promised herself that she’ll catch you and talk to you only after you cool off.

~

Without her by your side, you were cold.

Even that stupid hoodie bathed in Miyeon’s perfume didn’t help.

With no destination in mind, you walked around the nearest park wondering why on Earth did it have to be you? To finally touch the sky with your long time crush and then be harshly pushed down from one of the clouds.

That Hwiyoung.

His annoyingly perfect face was something you were unable to compare with even in your best make up look. And these stupid words that Miyeon told you last night, that had already engraved deeply into your brain and heart, that you were the prettiest.

How could she?

That was what hurt the most. How could Miyeon so simply flirt with you, her friend when her only goal was to use you. Maybe her and Hwiyoung had a fight and you were her second choice? Maybe she just wanted to forget about him for one short night? Maybe they just started dating and Miyeon thought that cheating at this point wouldn’t count? There were so many maybes, you felt like either throwing up or beating the shit out of someone.

Without her by your side, you felt lonely.

All these people in the park seemed so distant even though they were taking the same paths you were. You felt isolated in your own broken heart. There were no words to describe how furious at Miyeon you were and how at the same time you were already missing the feeling of her arms around you, keeping you safe. Until then, you’d never noticed how selfish she actually was. That’s how blinded you were by your feelings.

~

The next few days were blurry. After coming home from work you’d only lay down on the couch, barely eat and sleep a lot. Sleep was your true escape as even at work half of your coworkers were non stop talking about Korea’s new favorite Visual Couple.

Then on following Friday, almost a week after your argument with Miyeon, she showed up at your door. You were woken up from your nth nap by the sound of doorbell.

“We have to talk, Y/N.” Bambi eyes were determined to make things right, but in her voice you could hear a note of sadness.

You scanned her features for a moment before wordlessly letting her in by opening the door wider.

Just like anyone could imagine, it was painfully awkward at first. You were still half asleep and Miyeon didn’t know where to start.

“For you.” She pulled a single red rose from behind her back and handed it to you.

You only stared at her.

“I expected that one.” She nodded to herself and put the flower on your kitchen table.

“Just start already, Miyeon. I have better things to do.” With a roll of eyes you plopped down on the couch.

“That article you saw wasn’t true.” Her soft voice came from somewhere on your left.

“Everyone is now talking about you two. What do you mean it wasn’t true?” Your arms crossed on your chest.

“It’s just a PR move to attract more viewers. Hwiyoung and I play in a drama called Replay and our companies thought it’d be a good publicity stunt.” You looked at her blankly, after a moment of your eyes on her, Miyeon felt unsure. “Look, I don’t even have his number on my phone.”

She gave you the device and let you scroll through all the contacts. You even search up names like ‘Baby’, ‘Darling’ or ‘Honey’ but nothing came up. With a frown, you gave it back.

“Why didn’t you tell me then? We were catching up last weekend and what? You somehow forgot to mention your new fake boyfriend?”

“I-I had it in mind, but... When I tell you I can’t think straight when I see you I’m not lying. I got so into your stories that I wasn’t even viewing him as anything important. And especially after we kissed, I... I hadn’t thought of him until you showed me that article in the morning.” Miyeon gulped, looking down on her lap. “I’m incredibly sorry, Y/N. I was planning on telling you, but like I said even in the morning, I was just in such a good mood because of you that I wasn’t thinking about my job.”

“If you don’t have his number then...” You started carefully, “How do you meet up for the paparazzi to see?”

“Our companies contact each other. We’re just being dropped at a place, our managers tell us what we should do and what we should look like. That’s basically it. Hwiyoung and I usually talk about dance practices, studio recordings or shooting for our drama. It’s always only about job.” When Miyeon saw you still processing her words, she added “It’s you that I want to talk to about everything else. It’s you that I want to stare at until I fall asleep and it’s you that I want to wake up with. I’m crazily in love with you, Y/N.”

Brave Bambi eyes stayed on you the whole time. She was putting herself out there for you. Putting an end to your friendship as well.

“I’m in love with you too, Miyeon. I’ve been for so long, but gosh you have no idea how terrified I was when I saw that article.” After all this time you were able to finally breath again. As anxiety was slowly leaving your heart, it was roaring loudly in excitement.

“I have an idea. How about we never bring this up again, huh?” Miyeon asked while standing up from her seat and taking a seat on the couch right next to you.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Fondly, you watched her lean in, as your fingers intertwined on your lap. With a happy sigh you got to kiss her again. Frankly speaking, a big part of you was afraid that you’d never get a chance to do so.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Wait here.” Miyeon gave you a quick peck before storming off to her purse. She came back with both of her hands hidden behind her back. “I figured you might need it.”

She handed you a box with a new phone inside. Genuinely speechless you opened your mouth in shock. Such a sweetheart, your brunette knew damn well that you only had an old brick as a spare phone.

“Miyeon-” You began whining, knowing that it was way too much than what you could have asked for.

“Shh, you’ll thank me later.” She winked.

[90sbee]

Sometimes a saviour is a soldier afraid of peace

Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

4.4k words. Also on ao3.

He looks at her in quiet admiration.

He doesn’t deserve her. But again, he doesn’t really deserve anything. He already has gotten too much: spoiled by the sweet possibility of life when all his comrades have fallen, their bodies twisted, mangled by titans and enemies alike.

Levi hardly cries, but he wants to cry in that moment. She turns on the stove for him, and rummages through his cabinets. She finds two cups and a sob is trapped inside his throat.

He doesn’t fucking understand why she stays, why she puts up with his sorry ass but, damn it. Damn it if he at least doesn’t try.

The war is over, but the demons still haunt Levi. Luckily for him, the last member of his Squad seems focused on remaining by his side as they both face this new enemy: peace.

This was !!! My first fic written in English, actually. Also my first (and only time so far) writing for aot. Levi is such an angsty angel, and this story wouldn’t leave my head, so I had to end up writing it, ofc. This has been in the drafts for... months. Too many months already. And tbh I'm not a fan of how it came out. But. Posting it in case someone else can enjoy Levi finally getting some love and comfort, sjsjs.

Content: Use of 3rd person pronouns. No use of y/n. Mostly Levi's pov. Reader was part of his Squad. Post!Rumbling Levi. Written with the manga ending in mind. A lot of fluff, rude Levi even if he doesn't mean it (but reader knows he means no harm). Healing. Spooning (Levi as the little spoon btw. He deserves it).

Warnings: depressive thoughts, self confidence issues. Mentions of past violence (but nothing gruesome, it's all in passing). SFW. No beta reader we die like everybody in Aot here.

They always meet. Every single day, she leaves her little flat to find him near the fountain in the Marleyan park, eager to push his wheelchair and pass some time with him.

Levi doesn’t understand. When Onyankopon, or Falco, or Gabi let her take the wheelchair, he just ponders. He could understand why they would accompany him: because he is old? because they feel pity of him?… But her?

Nonetheless, every single afternoon, she comes to him. He doesn’t recall when this custom began. It’s like slowly, but surely, she started digging a place into his routine. She was part of his remaining squad, and he really didn’t see any point to her bubbling-self still being by his side.

Still, he appreciates her visits. She exchanges pleasantries with Gabi, already smiling. Why is she smiling?

“Hi, Captain,” she says. Should he feel mocked? He isn’t a captain anymore and the title feels too much, even if it’s comforting in some way. Levi doesn’t reply. He just nods, silently acknowledging her presence. “Is it okay if we go to the stalls for a while, Captain?” She inquires, as if it was the first time they did it, and not a weekly occurrence. His jaw tenses. He doesn’t understand, still. She surely pities him. She has to.

He agrees to her proposal, though.

“Sure,” he replies, barely any emotion on his face.

She smiles at him. For a moment, they look at each other. She sees that familiar scarred face, a grey eye gazing into her soul. He sees the older face of her remaining squad member, some wrinkles next to her eyes, her figure dressed in green. For some reason, he liked that colour on her.

He doesn’t share that with her, though.

“Let’s get going,” she adds, a little chuckle in her voice — he can hear it — as she starts pushing the wheelchair. They check out the little shops that are already so familiar. Sometimes she signals a piece of jewellery or clothes. She asks for his opinion, or points at a silly artwork, in hopes of making him laugh.

When the cold starts to set in, she stops them in front of a coffee shop.

“Wait here a second, Captain,” she tells him.

“Where would I go, anyway?” He wants to say, snarky, but he doesn’t really bother in opening his mouth. He stays silent still, perking his head up to see what’s she’s doing.

“Oi. coffee?” He complains.

She directs her gaze to him and chuckles, paying the vendor.

“I know you like tea but it’s time to broaden your horizons,” she explains. She comes up to him again, and hands him one of the cups. He sighs, but accepts the drink still.

“What is it this time?”

“Just chocolate. Hot chocolate,” she answers, already sipping hers.  She lets out a content sigh when the warmth of it starts to fill her belly.

“I don’t like chocolate,” Levi mutters under his breath. He is lying and she knows it.

“Tsk. That’s not true. Everybody likes chocolate.”

“… Fine,” he sips his drink and, admittedly, enjoys it. She hands him her drink so she can push the wheelchair again, and he takes it, guarding both cups on his lap, a familiar action for the two of them now.

“Where do we go?” She asks.

Levi shrugs. “As if I had a choice.”

She looks at him still, and when he can see her, barely from his peripheral vision, he sees a softer face. She’s waiting for his reply. He looks at her, looks at her lips. She isn’t smiling anymore. Levi sighs, suddenly feeling guilty.

He doesn’t understand still why she does this for him.

“Captain?” She says, just above a whisper, since there are people around them and they both just want to have a calm evening, without the risk of being recognised.

Levi nods before he even opens his mouth.

“The bridge.”

“Good,” she agrees as he sips from his drink again, guided by her. He does feel warmer. Levi inspects the people around him in silence, letting himself be carried, taken to a nicer place. “Hange would have like this,” he thinks. He looks down to suddenly realise he is clenching his fist, hard. “If you could even call it a hand…”

“We’re here, Captain,” she announces, letting his wheelchair rest next to a bench, overlooking the water. She takes a seat next to him, and Levi hands her the drink. He wonders if she noticed how tense he’s been feeling today.

“Be quick with that, brat, or it will get cold,” he warns, as if to pre-emptively shut down any words from her. He’s not sure he could handle it.

She just nods.

“It’s still warm,” she mentions after a moment.

The sunset is taking its place on the sky, a beautiful palette of oranges and pinks against a very flat horizon. A reminder of what was once lost.

“Good,” he says.

Levi looks at her. She is still looking forward, features illuminated by the falling sun, breeze caressing her face. There is something in his heart that aches, but he doesn’t want to think about that. He doesn’t dare to. Levi is old, too old, and too broken. And she only pities him.

He coughs to catch her attention, though.

“Hmh, yeah?” She immediately says.

“I heard the Scouts were going back to Paradis tomorrow,” he begins, the question lingering in the air. The small group was leaving first time in the morning.

“Yep.”

Levi blinks, expecting her to say more, but she doesn’t. He doesn’t want to ask. It feels… too much. He feels too exposed doing that, lower lip trembling.

“Are you going?” He finally dares to ask.

She turns back to him again, and looks at him with the sweetest gaze. Levi doesn’t miss how she looks at his lips first.

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have anything there,” she replies, matter-of-factly. Levi wants to hit his head against something, still uncertain about what that means. Does that mean that she has something here? Someone?

She must notice his doubts, so she lowers her gaze. “I mean. You know I lost my family during my first years as a Scout. And knowing that we tried to stop Eren… All the military forces in the island won’t be very happy to see me. Or any of us. I’ve done my part. I do not want more fighting.”

“… Right”. That still doesn’t answer his question, but it is enough to satisfy his curiosity without seeming to eager. He sips his drink again: it’s getting colder.

“You didn’t want to go, Captain?” There it was again, that fucking title that felt like a joke. He chuckles, not looking at her anymore but rather at the sunset.

“Why do you still call me like that?” He spits back.

“Captain?”

“Yeah,” His tone is unintentionally rude, but he can’t help it, not even around her.

“Well… It’s a sign of respect, don’t you think?”

Levi chuckles, amused.

“I never took you for a polite person.” He doesn’t want to look at her still. She hasn’t added anything, said anything else. What is she thinking of?

She looks at him. There’s a warmth in her belly which has nothing to do with the chocolate anymore. She knows: Her Captain has been way more vulnerable and open since the Rumbling. The little gestures that he could so easily hide before are now an open book. Or at least she feels that way, since she was always one to look at him.

It was so easy to just… stare at him. Admire him in every sense of the word, even now. When they were both soldiers they would fight alongside each other, against innumerable dangers. He was barely visible in the spectrum: always so fast, always so precise. A ray of dark hair and strong limbs, destroying everything to provide peace, to provide protection.

There was no point in denying how she felt about him… Except, maybe, to him.

“I don’t think I would like going back to Paradis,” she finally adds, finishing her drink. He seems to reflect on that idea for a moment, before nodding. He wants to ask why but he doesn’t dare to. “I’m just… comfortable here,” she finishes with a sigh. “This is okay.”

“That’s good,” he says, barely a spark of enthusiasm in his voice, but enough for her to notice.

She looks up at him again. And he feels tiny and scared suddenly, because she looks at him with wonder and care. Levi doesn’t mean to, but he ends up letting his drink fall from his hands, whether due to his nervousness or the state of his hand after the war.

“Shit,” he spits, upset.

“Sh, it’s alright, Captain.” In a second she is picking up the cup, handing him a handkerchief to dry his hands. She walks a few steps to throw both cups into a trashcan and is again, by his side. Such a quick interaction so as to ease his shame, he could notice it. “Are you alright?”

Levi still doesn’t know. He doesn’t know why she still treats him with such respect, why she seems to care so much for him. But he wants to find out, somehow. He barely nods, but she notices it.

“Good,” she says, while taking the handkerchief back. She is about to put it into her bag again when she feels a hand grabbing hers.

Levi.

He doesn’t even say anything. He doesn’t know how. She seems to understand, though, squeezing his hand, softly. Levi quickly lets her hand go, his cheeks going red. She gets behind the wheelchair again, as the sun is about to disappear, and Levi can hear her chuckling.

“Let’s get you home, Captain.”

He stays quiet, unsure if he could even say something useful.

There’s so much he doesn’t know how to say. How to do.

While she is pushing his chair he notices it again. A slight tremor in her right hand. “My wrist seems to ache lately… Must be from holding the blades for so many years,” she had explained in passing a couple weeks ago. He realises that it’s probably taking a strain on her to push him every fucking day.

“Oi,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Stop pushing me. I can handle it,” he explains, tone serious.

“Oh, no,” her hand is trembling still. “It’s fine, it’s no bother for me, Captain.”

“… It’s an order,” he commands after a moment. She stops in her tracks and he can hear a gentle laugh coming from behind him.

“It had been a while since that, huh.” Confidently, she places one of her hands on his shoulder, gently tapping it. Levi smiles. Barely curving his lips, but he does. He is about to be brave, hold her hand on his shoulder when she removes it from him. “Shit,” he thinks. “Too slow… Too slow? Slow for what? Tsk.”

Despite his missing fingers, he can still push his wheelchair quite properly. It also helps that he can see his street far ahead. She walks comfortably besides him, a silence and gentle ghost as his most devoted companion.

Yeah. There’s definitely something aching in his chest. He had been noticing the past days, feeling getting more painful as they both approach his place. And it has nothing to do with his faulty joints or damaged body or excessive age.

When they reach his door, she asks for his key. Levi gives it to her, his hand lingering for a second too long, reflecting on the brief touch of hands as she grabs it to unlock the door.

He is tired.

And he feels incredibly silly when he realises he doesn’t want her to leave.

“There we go, Captain. I help you in?” she suggests with a bright smile, opening the door.

“… Yes.”

She steps inside and pushes the chair into his living room, almost getting it next to his couch.

“That’s enough” he decides, in a semblance of independency he still wants to maintain.

She nods. “Okay… I guess… I’ll get going, Captain.”

Levi lifts up his gaze. He wants to ask… He wants to know… He savours her image for a moment, her tired expression and the way her dress now looks clumsy and wrinkled but he doesn’t care. Before, before everything had ended up like this he would remind every single cadet to iron their uniforms, all the outfits presentable, so as to look like respectable soldiers and honourable bodies if the occasion arose. Now she can have the privilege of looking messy. Of not worrying about death so often.

“No,” he mutters.

“Huh?” she inquires, taking a step forward.

“Shit,” Levi thinks. “I… I want tea,” he makes up a quick lie.

“Oh, sure. Yes, Captain.” She leaves her bag on the couch and goes into the kitchen, getting a kettle full of water.

He looks at her in quiet admiration.

He doesn’t deserve her. But again, he doesn’t really deserve anything. He already has gotten too much: spoiled by the sweet possibility of life when all his comrades have fallen, their bodies twisted, mangled by titans and enemies alike.

Levi hardly cries, but he wants to cry in that moment. She turns on the stove for him, and rummages through his cabinets. She finds two cups and a sob is trapped inside his throat.

He doesn’t fucking understand why she stays, why she puts up with his sorry ass but, damn it. Damn it if he at least doesn’t try.

He stands up. His body still holds that ability, though his legs get tired rather quickly. He can still walk, so he does until he reaches the kitchen. She is still deciding on the teas when she sees him.

“Oh, no, Captain, please, just don’t…”

He interrupts her, grabs her waist carelessly and pushes her towards the couch, barely moving her.

“Let me handle it myself.”

“Levi…” She whispers, their faces inches apart.

“Go. Sit,” he mumbles, biting his lips and sending his eyes lower, so as to avoid her face.

“Are you sure?” She inquires a moment after, still close to him. He notices she has a hand on his waist as well, a protective aid making sure he stays on two feet.

“Yes,” he says, more commanding this time. He grabs that hand of hers and pushes her away gently now.

She nods, understandingly.

“I’ll be in the living room,” she adds.

Levi nods at her, making sure she finally gets that ass of hers in the couch. He is now faced with his kitchen. Most of the cups and teas, everything has been moved lower, so as to accommodate to his wheelchair. Slowly, he kneels, searching for a specific flavour for her. When he finally finds the peppermint and rose one, he mentally cheers. He stands up again, slowly, as if to show confidence, making sure from his peripheral view that she isn’t coming to his aid.

She isn’t. He catches her averting her eyes, though. A confirmation that she has been staring.

He decides to stare as well. Supporting himself on his weakened legs, he waits for the kettle to boil, while looking at her. It’s as if she could notice that, because her head doesn’t move, still fixated on an indescriptible point in his living room.

“Oi, what you looking at?” He says, a bit more light-hearted.

A smile forms on her lips before she even turns her head towards him. She doesn’t answer. Just keeps smiling at him.

“Fuck,” he thinks when he realises he has also slightly curved his lips.

Quickly he turns towards the stove, the kettle already boiling. Levi carefully fills the cups with water, letting the leaves rest. He lifts his gaze up to her for a second but it is already enough for her to notice.

“Need help with the cups?” Her, always so worried, so in tune with his needs. No need for words.

“Of fucking course.”

Still, the only answer he gives her is a polite nod. She stands up, approaching him.

“I’ll handle it, Captain. Just take a seat.”

He lets out a sigh, taking himself to the couch and plopping himself there.

“It’s hard,” Levi thinks as he sees her come back to the living room, two cups in her hands. He accepts the drink, his gaze not leaving her features. “I… I can’t.”

He knows he can’t accept kindness: he doesn’t know how to. Still, he tenses his jaw and forces himself to sip the tea as she takes a seat next to him.

“Peppermint, huh?” She hums mostly to herself.

 “… Yeah,” comes out of his mouth, unsure, less braver than expected. Is he insecure? Has he made a mistake?

“Good choice” She declares and he breathes again, realising that he had been holding his breath. “Bet you already knew that, right?” She adds, cocking her head.

Levi looks at her again. He has been avoiding her eyes but he hadn’t been trained as a soldier to back down in times of peace.

“I did,” he says, his tone firm, a very weak attempt at showing confidence still. “It’s the one you would always ask for when we would have meetings with the Scouts.”

“It’s good tea.” Her tone seems softer now.

Levi hums, too deep inside his mind to notice it.

She wonders. Wonders if he has ever realized that the only reason she would wander through the headquarters late at night was just to be found and reprimanded by him, the way she would be easily entertained by Levi’s stern face. Wondered if Hange had ever told him about the time she had fallen asleep in their office and woke up, mumbling his name, much to Hange’s delight, though they had promised to keep it a secret.

He looks down at his legs, at his carpeted floor.

He wonders if she had ever noticed the way he would mindlessly lick his lips after looking at her, the boring uniform suddenly a beautiful outfit, making her stand out. Wonders if it was too late to tell her that, yes, after Hange and her had found him, and stitched him up, that he had heard every single word she had uttered near his heart, softly pressing her timid hands on his chest. There hadn’t been time then to discuss anything or even think if it had meant anything else than old scouts being protective of each other, but now…

They finish their teas in silence. It isn’t uncomfortable, rather the opposite, despite the fact that Levi has started nervously tapping his feet against the floor. It is dark outside already, the light from the lamps flowing into Levi’s house, a dog barking a few blocks away.

She stands up, makes sure to wash her cup in the sink and put it away before returning to him.

“Captain?” She mutters. No need for more words.

Levi hands her the cup with slow movements, as if trying to prolong that insignificant action for as long as possible. And when she is already about to head into the kitchen, little plate and teacup in her hand, he decides to be brave. No more lying to himself, no more being a coward. Too many people have died, have bleed, have sacrificed the little they had for a selected group of survivors to be able to live. To enjoy the remaining Earth. For the little ones that survived to be able to find some meaning. Something worth all the pain.

Basking in the fear serves no one. In fact, makes all the death meaningless.

So, Levi looks up at her and grabs her hand, even if he is scared still. Trembling fingers dancing on hers until they secure her hand softly in his. He feels warm even if he doesn’t know what to say, how to convey what he feels. Such a shadow of the man he was. So stupid now.

Levi just wants her to say.

She gasps at the contact but quickly composes herself. A shy smile showing up on her face. They stay like that for a moment, neither daring to break the silence.

“Levi?” She asks after a moment, moving closer to his face, as if asking for permission.

He can only look at her lips in reply.

She shortens the distance between them and kisses him on his lips. It isn’t a big kiss, too flashy or provocative: just a tender contact between two broken people. As soon as he has processed what was going on, she has already moved forward, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

And then, even higher, another kiss on his forehead, her lips remaining close to his face. Levi can’t say anything. Barely reacting. But when she looks at his eyes, she is greeted by the sweet glimmer of tears in them.

Levi. Happy, at last.

And as if reading his mind, she utters: “Do you want me to stay, Levi?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

She complies. In the quiet, late hours of the night, Levi wakes up, his body feeling too rested already. It was a habit hard to break, he wouldn’t sleep much anyway. He sighs still, feeling her body pressing against his, holding him from behind. She has one hand on his shoulder, the other keeping him safe and secured, hugging his waist close. He dares to smile and grab that hand across his belly with both of his hands, so as to make sure that it is real: he is being held. There is someone else with him. Levi isn’t alone. Someone is taking care of him. Someone he’s been devoted to for so many years.

He wants to nuzzle up closer, hide in her chest or neck and feel more.

But he doesn’t dare to. He can’t allow himself to do that yet. 

So he stays awake in silence, hearing the soothing and steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Levi still doesn’t understand, though.

He doesn’t want to think of why she has chosen him, how he got this privilege so late in his life, when all hope seems to be lost and the thought of a partner didn’t cross his mind at all. He also doesn’t know what to do with this gift, this blessing. Why? How? He is such a crippled shadow of what he used to be. Slow, so consumed by roughness and violence and so useless now.

He has always had something to fight for: his life, his friends, his Squad, Erwin, Hange. Yet since the Rumbling he has just… fallen behind. He is just existing and it seems like his body has finally caught up to his age: no longer agile and strong, but a weakened man, finally leaving the survival mode that has characterised every single aspect of his life. He doesn’t have any goals or dreams now. Everything had been slowly trampled down like the titans destroying all land and all life.

He shivers, remembering that day and holds her hand tighter.

Once he had completed the promise made to Erwin, his last order, he had nothing more. No more commands. No more slaying titans.

Just existing.

He doesn’t want that. He has been a fighter, a rebel, a monster his whole life. He only knew of endurance and compliance with the spirit of life, of resistance. He doesn’t know of anything else: the calmness, the quietness, the routine walks and just reading books and sitting on his porch… That is not him. That isn’t life. Being able to choose things for himself, devour life gently and enjoy it instead of painfully trying to keep it close, to grip it between calloused fingers… Peace isn’t familiar.

He has nothing to devote himself to, nothing to prove or fight for.

“Yeah,” he thinks. “Everything is… meaningless… Or it was.”

He closes his eyes, relinquishing himself in the warm body against his.

Some things… Some things have meaning still.

Her.

The way she would scrunch her nose when laughing or buy him drinks or attempt to make him laugh or wear that damn stupid wrinkled dress and — “Fuck. I know her so much by now…”

She had been a Scout too. She had fought and devoted her heart and did everything a Scout had to do. She had fulfilled her duty in the same way he did. She has survived and she doesn’t regret a single thing. Not even this life.

She is at peace.

He wants to sob.

He doesn’t understand peace. Sure, it was his goal, what he always dreamed of, but, damn it. Levi had never thought he would actually get to see something resembling it. Unlike her. She understood what it was: she has accepted peace with open arms and a smile that — fuck, somehow— has been shining on her face throughout the years. Despite so much pain and death…  She still allows herself to fucking live in peace. She forgave herself for the death, for the pain and crimes and let go.

He isn’t sure if he can do the same.

Peace is foreign, strange even. An oddity. And he isn’t stupid, he knows that time would run up someday and that things would turn against them for a second time.

But, still, the promise of the rest of his life in peace lingers.

He could have it.

He fucking could.

Levi reflects on those thoughts for a moment, silent still.

He thinks he can get to an agreement. Maybe, when she wakes up in the morning, he can try to spill his soul to her a little. Try to understand how she handles this life, how she can get up in the mornings after killing so much, and just have tea with him.

But for now, in the quietness of the night, as the old warrior he was, he does the only thing he knows: he promises to dedicate his heart once more.

He finally has a reason, a purpose, something worth protecting again.

Levi lifts his hand, crossing it on his chest the way all Scouts would do. But he doesn’t press it on his heart, but rather, moves it to hold her hand, the one resting on his shoulder. He squeezes it gently, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed by her. By the silent love she had been proclaiming to him all these years and that he couldn’t reciprocate before.

Yes. Now it is the time.

Levi would dedicate his heart once more.

To her and only her.

That may have been the cheesiest ending ever written but !!!! He deserves it, I know. Also someone stop me before I write for Hange, the feelings got to me indeed. Dividers by @/cafekitsune @/saradika and @/vase-of-lilies

[foxes-that-run]

Sorry if this question has been answered a thousand times! But yes, I do really want to know where T was April 29th!!! Can you give more information on this story?

There are previous posts on it in 2016 timeline, song analysis' for I did something bad, and @tameimpala222's post on Calvin Harris' Ole.

Do you really want to know where I was April 29? 

This high infidelity line could be as much to fans as to Calvin. Like Dear Reader, it says to fans how some see Taylor in a narrow idealised way

OK, but what happened?

Set up:

Harry and Kendall started the year with Yachtgate 6 January. Kendall was in Europe and didn’t go to Harry’s birthday party on the 21st and they arrived and left separately Jeff’s birthday 23 January do hendall was over by then. They weren’t seen together for months apart from a pap walk that promoted KUWTK.

Taylor and Calvin had been on pretty rocky ground. There has been rumours that he had been unfaithful, that Taylor was jealous of yachtgate and that Calvin was jealous of that jealousy.

Taylor won Album of the Year on 16 February and in Miss Americana said she felt alone and had no one she could call. (21 Minutes)

Harry was in LA at the same time. He wore this blue Hawaii st Laurent shirt on his 22nd birthday, also the day of the feeling 22 tweet which went viral, Taylor was in LA but not seen. 2 weeks later he wrote Sweet Creature which is a love song, but also references seeding doubt in a love interests' partners mind.

At this time, Calvin also started writing a diss track (Ole) about a guy (Harry) who ignores his GF (Kendall) for someone else (Taylor) who is a fake girlfriend to the subject (Calvin), the video shades Hendall and Haylor.

28 February - 29 April

Harry and Taylor then started hinting at hooking up, or wanting to. On 28 February Taylor looks stunning and alone at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party, Harry tweets Elvis lyrics about not being over an ex and posted a colour photo to instagram (it had been B&W since OOTW came out unless he saw Taylor).

Taylor and Calvin posted about the 1 year anniversary a week later and spent 3 days with backgrid in the Bahamas. Harry went back to London and looked grumpy getting a parking ticket that week. :/

But then it seemed back on 25 March when Taylor and Harry return to LA the same day 👀 and are seen around LA separately.

On the 3rd April Taylor and Calvin are hostile at the iHeartRadio awards, blinds they fought in the pap walk.

The end for Tayvin was at Coachella/Bleachella/TIWYCF when Calvin didn't give Taylor credit for This is What you Came for. A year later there was a blind item that TIWYCF was about who Taylor was having an affair with (in hindsight it’s really Haylor), to me this helps explain why it went so bad over it.

Harry again tweeted Cars lyrics about being with an ex that you love no matter what And then finally, as well known Taylor went to Gigi's birthday party on the 28th, and did not show up for promo for TIWYCF, neither Harry or Taylor are seen on the 29th.

The next Day Harry is still in LA in a walk of shame to a Gym and Calvin goes on Radio to say she isn't working.

Alas it didn't work out for either couple, Tayvis imploded. Harry went to Europe to shoot Dunkirk then record HS1 and Taylor was looking for someone to be with her all the time and publicly move on from the Tayvin disaster. You know the rest.

For bonus the promo Taylor was a no show was possible this interview with Calvin had Nick Grimshaw, AKA Harry's close friend and long term maker of lighthearted Haylor jokes, in Calvins house on April 29 2016!

Later references

What makes this and interesting comment on Taylors fans thinking they know everything is that it wasn't known.... Were it not for Ole and Kiwi's videos that is!

Later in 2016 Calvin released Ole that references outfits Taylor, Kendall and Harry all wore in this period and Calvin posted to instagram wearing Harry's exact shirt from February.

Harry recreated Taylors look from this party in the protagonist of the Kiwi music video, which refers to when Taylor said at 2015 Oscar’s she was “going home to the cats” and Calvin (prick) "When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus (Uh) In a black dress, she's such an actress"

And finally, for irony and lols:

On 29 April 2017 (the 1 year anniversary of this high infidelity) Harry got papped wearing the same shirt.

In September Capital FM used the photo Calvin's used to troll Harry and Taylor in an article calling him a 'baller'. Harry has a leaked song from this era, Super Pretty with the line "Said you're happier with that big baller that we both knew growing up"

And it still continues in when Harry's friend Roman Kemp presented Calvin with Harry Styles Bathwater at the 2024 Brits.

Joe Alwyn, the Bowery Gastropub & Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk "reshoots"

A Reddit and Toe-Tumber version of this story is:

Joe was in LA for BLLHW reshoots and was with co-star Garrett Hedlund, who's friends with Caleb Followill who is married to Lily Aldridge who was at Gigi's party where we know Taylor was. There is a pub named the Bowery Gastropub on Sunset and Vine so of course Taylor met Joe there because 6 degrees of separation. It somehow makes sense that Tayvin continued and Hiddleswift happened and that she wrote in the lover journal that Toe started dating 3 months before January.

Issues with this story:

This story hinges on a screenshot from an office assistants LinkedIn claiming to have worked freelance on reshoots for the film for 2 months March and April 2016. If you search the words in the screenshot the Linkedin profile does say that. However if you look at profiles for editors, videographers and producers on the film they all ended mid-2015. Perhaps the freelance office assistant was working on a different film, or listed the wrong task.

Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk had no reshoots. They had no budget for them and shot specifically to avoid them. It was also not shot in LA.

Footage for the film had already been debuted on 16 April 2016. They were definitely not still shooting a low budget film 2 weeks later when it was being screened and was released in November

Joe was in London on 20 March 2016. There is no reason to think Joe was in LA.

Joe and Garrett Hedlund did attend the Met Gala - however as a C/B lister Garrett would not have a plus one, more likely he was Lily's plus one!

Caleb Followill, and his brother and bandmate Nathan Followill go way back with Harry - Nathan has a matching tattoo of the other half of Harry's broken heart tattoo! Harry (and Taylor) were at a Calab Followill's 2015 birthday party when they were last seen together. If the Followill connect/ Bowery gastropub is true at all, it was not a no-name friend of a friend who was in London! 😂 It was a BFF who was in LA and flirting with his ex-GF.

This mental gymnastics to fit Joe into a story that three artists have described is a good example of how swifties want to keep Taylor in a defined perfect box, which she wants out of. It reminds me of this quote she gave Rolling Stone in 2014, about the snowboarding accident and OOTW:

"People think they know the whole narrative of my life, I think maybe that line is there to remind people that there are really big things they don’t know about."

[boldlyvoid]

Knock Out

Pairing: Landlord!Derek x tenant!Reader

Summary: Derek has the worst timing when it comes to the beautiful woman who's renting one of his homes.

Warnings: walking in on someone naked -- general awkwardness, kissing, sexual inuendos, (always let me know what else I need to tag)

Word count: 800

a/n: for day 3 of @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf cm fanfiction week, Day 3 a fic about a character of colour!

It wasn’t the first time he just walked in.

She was always busy when he did, not hearing his 3 knocks before he used his own keys and entered her apartment to fix something. He was a great landlord, but by god, Derek Morgan had the worst timing.

“Y/N?” She hears him call out, and no answer. He has to fix the showers pull diverter, she hasn’t been able to have anything but baths in the last week.

However, the reason she doesn’t hear him is cause she’s currently in the bath, iPad resting on the toilet seat as she watches a movie and relaxes with a wine in hand. Bubbles faded, tits out, completely visible and now completely on display.

He walks right in, making eye contact with her, both of their eyes wide and wordless. “DEREK?”

“AH!” He screams back covering his eyes, “sorry!” He smacks the doorway on his way out of the room, eyes still closed as he runs off. “I just came to fix the sink!”

“You need to be louder when you show up,” she carefully gets out of the bath and wraps herself in a towel. “This is the 3rd time you’ve seen me naked now, I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.”

She’s dripping onto the hardwood, towel wrapped around her as she stands in the doorway and waits for his response. Angered that her bath time was disrupted and that he’s still in such shock when he’s seen it all before, unfortunately.

“I’m sorry, believe me, this isn’t how I wanted to see you naked the first time either…”

“Excuse me?”

“I just mean I normally like to take a girl out for dinner and show her a good time before I end up seeing her naked in the bath…”

She’s always thought he was hot, she’s wanted to ask him out to drinks a few times before but never has because it’s always felt wrong. But now, as he stares her down and barely makes a coherent thought as his eyes travel down her body, she’s thinking now is her chance.

“Fix my sink and I’m free for dinner?” She just smirks, dropping the towel and walking back to her room to change.

He's stunned by her bravery, something about how magnificent makes him lose all semblance of confidence. basically turning him into Spencer. He fumbles his words, he trips over his own feet and he stares at her a lot... more like he gawks at her. Mouth slightly ajar every time he gets a glance at her.

She was a total knockout..

He attempts to fix her sink, hearing her singing in her room as she changed and got ready. Her voice filled his ears, her perfume wafted in and filled his nose and his mind was so full of thoughts of her. He takes longer than he thought to fix her sink, letting her have time but also because he's so distracted by her.

He stares in her mirror for a little too long, hyping himself up for this and hoping his classic Derek charm would start to come back.

"Ready to go?”

He turns to see her in a beautiful dress, all done up and stunning. And once again, his mouth hangs open as he looks her up and down. “wow.”

She smirks, laughing to herself as she poses a bit, “thanks. You know, you could just tell me you like me instead of staring?”

He walks into her space and she makes first contact, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looking up at him. His hands land on her hips and he can’t stop looking from her eyes to her lips.

“You’re absolutely stunning, you’re everything,” he can’t verbalize how he feels. “Can I please take you to dinner and show you how you deserve to be treated?”

She nods, “Derek Morgan, you’re just as wonderful, I hope you know that?”

He nods, “if you think so, then I must be.”

"I really do," she leans in, brushing her nose to his before he leans in the rest of the way.

Kissing her was everything he thought it would be and then some. He could swear fireworks went off inside his head, confetti flew out of his ears as his grip tightened and he brought her close to his chest. Deepening the kiss, but she pulls off with a shocked expression, "if you keep kissing me like that we won't make it to dinner."

"Okay," he laughs. "Let's go, beautiful."

He watches her leave, unable to process the fact that he did it. He got the girl of his dreams.

[linkemon]

Alucard (selfship)

Comission for Sus-Chan on Wattpad with a special wish for a physical relationship which later changes. It's also a OC work so I used a 3rd person POV.

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

❧ At first, Suzan saw Alucard as a means to achieve her goals. And vice versa.

The dhampir didn't like the girl attacking people. He assumed the worst about her. Especially since she didn't try to explain herself. Devoid of emotion after the horrible events, she didn't feel like talking to him. Attacked by night creatures, they were forced to cooperate with each other.

❧ They had to flee the city quickly. Their paths crossed again in the woods and they have been keeping each other company ever since.

It was then that he realized that the girl does not kill people but only drinks their blood. He saw her doing it to one of the escapees. Later, he offered her to drink out of him so that she would not have to hurt anyone.

❧ Dhampir quickly associated facts. He noted that Suzan had a habit of covering her body. All because of the exhausting escape that, although was over, was still deep in her mind.

During one of the fights, she was stripped of her cover. He later offered her his coat, which she gratefully accepted.

❧ Alucard appreciated that his friend shared with him the story about the years of her captivity. She did it piece by piece. Usually they would sit by the fire then, warming themselves up.

❧ Suzan almost always cooked dinners. Years of experience in the castle have made her extremely good at it.

On the other hand, her companion tried to obtain ingredients in order to share tasks equally. He often went hunting. Thanks to this, they created a one-of-a-kind hunter's stew as they called it. It consisted of throwing whatever they had at hand and venison into the pot.

❧ One time a girl fell into the water because he pushed her while she was doing the laundry. He had never heard her laugh before. It fascinated him so much that he didn't notice how she pulled him with her.

It was their first time together. It was not the most comfortable but definitely a beautiful scenery. Over the water and under the moon. For a long time they did not come back to the topic and seemingly behaved as before.

❧ One night, Suzan spent too much time reading old scrolls they came across. Later, she was additionally attacked by night creatures. She didn't notice the dawn and almost turned to ashes when she came to the surface.

Alucard immediately noticed what was happening and shielded her from the sun. It was then that he realized that he really cared about her and her company. He confessed to her right away and Suzan only nodded. She wasn't sure if she remembered what it was like to love. But she knew she would be safe by his side. And her strong will to survive only strengthened her resolve.

❧ It was enough for the dhampir. He tried to make her feel it back bit by bit. Usually with small gestures. He noticed seemingly unimportant things. For example flower passed by in, the meadow, reminded him of the colour of her eyes.

❧ He knew that vampires are self-sufficient when it comes to fighting. He gave her complete freedom in this regard but if something went wrong, he was there. They formed a very harmonious duo.

❧ One day they came back to his castle. Settling in such a place brought back some of the unwanted memories back to his beloved. Therefore, he tried to replace them with new ones.

They usually do household chores together. They have a lot of work to do. They also decided to start a garden. They are having a great time taking care of it.

❧ The day Suzan took the initiative towards him was one of the happiest days of his life. She made a little picnic for him, between the flowers they had grown together. She said she wasn't sure yet but she thought she felt love for him.

❧ Everything is going in the right direction. The girl hopes to meet Trevor and Sypha, about whom she has heard many stories.

The couple has recently had two guests in the castle. Sumi and Taka seem extremely interesting to them. They practice together every day to teach them how to deal with vampires.

[mcheang]

Secret Santa Clause

This is a rough draft but it is basically a salty Christmas fic...at least I think it counts as salty?

The class is holding a Secret Santa event on their class group chat. Knowing Chloe, Caline states the following rules:

1. The budget for each gift is 20 euros.

2. You must give a present once a week.

3. The present must be thoughtful. (This was aimed at Chloe since last time she just gave out her photos, hand me downs and autographs.)

Imagine Marinette’s surprise when she receives Lila’s name in her secret Santa email. Groaning, Marinette is silently grumpy for a while until she hits an epiphany. The presents have to be thoughtful, but the receiver doesn’t necessarily have to like them.

And Marinette can use this loophole to her advantage.

Marinette has Alya swear secrecy because she only hates Chloe and Lila so the suspects for who she has to give presents to were obvious once Alya noticed Marinette’s sour mood on the phone. In return, Marinette promises to give nice gifts and will even let Alya inspect them.

1st week: Lila received a commonplace but newly released Ladybug purse. She feigns joy but Marinette knows Lila hates Ladybug even more than her. So while Lila is cooing over her ‘BFF’ merchandise, inside she is really....

Lila suspects Alya, Ladybug’s #1 fan might be her secret Santa. She doesn’t suspect Adrien because he knows she doesn’t like Ladybug and is too nice to give her a gift she wouldn’t like. Lila doesn’t suspect Marinette because if she would give Lila a piece of clothing, it would be really cheap but the ladybug purse cost about 20 euros, so yeah.

Meanwhile Marinette receives colourful beads she can use for her designs.

2nd week: Marinette gives Lila an experiment of her Dad’s baking that she vetoed for Christmas sales because girls like Chloe would scream at the sight of it. It is a tin of one large, sinful fudge brownie stuffed with caramel and marshmallow.

Marinette gives Alya a small piece and the latter approves. Marinette knows Lila can’t trace the dessert to her bakery because they don’t sell it. Alya gladly provides Marinette with the nondescript brownie tin. When Chloe and Adrien smell the brownie, one runs away from carbs and fats while the other bangs his head on the table and reminds himself of what he cannot eat. Lila just munches on it without care. Again she doesn’t suspect Marinette because she thinks her rival would just get her cheap chocolates, not a rich dessert.

Marinette herself gets beautiful hair ribbons. Like seriously...are these really below the budget?

3rd week: a cheap silver pearl bracelet that matches her earring. It seems harmless but Lila is still irked at being turned into a clam. She hates seafood and pearls because it reminds her of her third failure and humiliation. This time Lila can’t hide her initial reaction. She shied away from the pearls. Upon noticing her classmates’ confusion, she claims she thought the pearls were real and didn’t want to be the cause of so much monetary loss.

Marinette receives Christmas roses and wonders if her secret Santa is a secret admirer.

Christmas Eve: time for the reveal. The class meets up at a party in the park. So when Lila looks around for her secret Santa, she turns around to see a smirking Marinette saying, “Merry Christmas, Lila.”

Lila is surprised and feigns pleasantness. “Oh Marinette, you're my secret Santa?” Lila starts going over her list of presents. Marinette knew she was a liar and somehow found out she hated Ladybug- probably via Adrien. And the brownie was super rich which meant now Lila had to work out like crazy if she wanted to lose the excess fat. Plus, everyone knew about the clam incident. All along it had been Marinette spitefully giving her those “nice” presents.

“Yup.”

“Where’s my present?” The grand finale that Lila would have to grit her teeth and smile over. Oh Marinette will pay for this.

“Look behind you.” Alya was beaming at her friend, so proud Marinette made an exception during the holidays. Lila is suspicious of Marinette’s wide grin.

“Hello, Ma Bella.” Mrs Rossi smiled at her Daughter.

“Mum?” Lila gaped. Uh oh.

“I managed to convince your mom to spend a few hours off work to spend more time with you. I hope you like your present,” Marinette explained, barely hiding the smugness Lila knew she was feeling.

After talking it over with Alya, Marinette learns Mrs Rossi is constantly absent. She also knew Mrs Rossi was the perfect person to expose Lila.

Lila was panicked, she had to get her mother out of here before her classmates started asking about her work. She can claim to want some alone time with her Mother. Revenge against Marinette can wait.

But before Lila could usher her mother away, the latter spots Adrien and goes “Oh you must be Lila’s Boyfriend. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Cue silence... then Chloe’s screech of fury.

“WHAT?”

Adrien looked surprised and horrified. “What?”

Marinette covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. “What?”

Lila laughs nervously. “I may have exaggerated that part, Mama.”

Mrs Rossi blinks. “Oh. Well then, thank you for keeping in touch with my Daughter when the school was shut down. Honestly, the incompetence of Ladybug and Chat Noir to have let the akuma run rampant for so long...”

Lila was aghast, silently plotting Marinette’s gruesome murder.

Caline was shocked. Shut down? What was Mrs Rossi talking about?

The classmates were furious. Incompetent? Their saviours? Who did Mrs Rossi think she was?

Adrien was denying the accusation of checking up on Lila, AND clarified he had only ever talked to her before her return to school via facechat, with the class, during school, when she was travelling to Achu with her Mother.

Mrs Rossi pauses, stunned, then turns to her Daughter. “Lila?”

Marinette: I should have brought chocolate popcorn.

After the whole exposure was revealed, Caline escorted the Italian Mother and Daughter to the principal’s office to discuss the ramifications of Lila’s lies. She asked the class to continue their festivities without her.

The class was silent from the event. Their Friend has been lying to them for months, had taken advantage of their kindness.

Marinette watched Nino comfort Alya, her face unreadable.

“Hey.” It was Adrien’s voice. Marinette turned to him.

“Hey yourself.”

“You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t plan Mrs Rossi to come at first. I was just going to ask Jagged to make a surprise visit.” And expose her for not knowing the rock star at all.

Marinette held Adrien’s gaze. She would not regret her actions. Lila had gotten her expelled, had gotten Kagami akumatized, and was a downright bully.

“Good.”

Marinette startled. She did not expect that answer.

Adrien rubbed his neck, “After she framed you, I made a deal with the devil. Either she got you back in school, or I end our friendship.”

Marinette felt a smile tug on her mouth. “You couldn’t find a way to prove she was lying either?”

Adrien shrugged. “I admit she is a master at lying, so I refused to play that game with her. I’ve been hoping she would slip up but that didn’t happen at all.”

Marinette grinned now. She kissed Adrien’s cheek on her tiptoes. “Well, thank you for helping me get back into school.”

Adrien cheeks were red. So cute. He stuck his hands out. In them was a worn sketchbook. “Merry Christmas Marinette, from your secret Santa.”

Marinette was the one blushing now. “You mean...you were secret my present? I mean, you were my Secret Santa?”

Adrien smiled softly at Marinette. “I was really happy to be the secret Santa for our Everyday Ladybug.”

Marinette’s smile was painfully wide now. She took the offered sketchbook, opened it, and saw rough sketches of outdated clothing. Wrinkling her brow, Marinette flipped through the pages, wondering why Adrien was giving her this.

Then she came to a certain page and saw a certain signature.

The shrill scream she emitted was louder than Chloe’s.

“An original Gabriel Agreste sketchbook?” Marinette looked at the old thing like it was the holy grail.

Adrien laughed. “Yeah, he didn’t mind giving it up. Of course, I had to find it in the attic first but the effort seems well worth it, given your reaction.”

Marinette took a deep breath, regaining control of herself. She looked up at Adrien again and, before her nerve failed her, asked, “Would you like to grab hot chocolate with me?”

Adrien beamed. “Nothing would make me happier.”

They walked out.

The class was left staring after them. In the previous silence, they heard the entire conversation. Marinette had been right all along and she had been a victim of Lila’s. Only Adrien successfully helped her get back to school.

Alya sobbed, guilt eating her alive. She was a terrible Best Friend.

The others were feeling horrible too. How could they ever make it up to her?

Nino took charge. He consoled Alya but said in a loud voice for them all to hear, “We’ll make it up to her. Someday.”

The rest nodded. Only Chloe was somehow silent before they realized that Alix had knocked her out when the blond looked like she was going to start screeching at Marinette for asking Adrien out.

Cue Sabrina starting to wake her BFF up.

Caline returns and informs the class that Lila has gone home. She does not mention the punishments the liar had gotten but insists they continue the Santa Claus event.

when school reopens, Lila is revealed to have been expelled.

Before that, Alya and everyone else but Chloe apologies to Marinette. She forgives them all.

Marinette finally breaks down the spite behind her gifts to Alya. Her BFF is so proud and even shrieks when Marinette admits her hot chocolate Friend-date yesterday ended in a mistletoe kiss.

Adrien meanwhile has a dreamy, rosy look on his face and doesn’t respond when Nino waves his hand up and down in front of him.

I kind of feel bad that their Christmas Eve was ruined, but oh well. For the record, the hair ribbons are costly because they use real silk and Swarovski crystals, but Adrien didn’t spend a dime on them because he just got them from free since their are Gabriel accessories. Gabriel doesn’t care.

For the record, Adrien’s secret Santa was Max. Lila gave pink stuff to Rose.

[chcnce]

guess the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD OCTOBER baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because HWA YOHAN / CHANCE HWA  is just as CRISP as the month of OCTOBER. wait, why do they remind me of BANG CHAN? beyond that, they seemed RELIABLE AND PASSIONATE upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of SELF-CONSCIOUS AND CAUTIOUS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 4 / APARTMENT # 1 / FLOOR # 2 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as STREAMER.

hi! i’m lu and i’m really happy to present to you to my mess of a son. he’s certainly a hard pill to swallow but he’s not as bad once you get to interact with him. chance is his real english name, but also the persona he’s crafted to remain popular and relevant to the masses. he’s blunt and brutally honest, but mostly when he’s streaming. all in all: a whole ass mess, i insist.

without further ado, here are his basic stats, a trivia and wanted connections under the cut. however you can find his background and plots linked accordingly ( i’ll add other pages eventually ). i’m really fine with talking either here or discord, so whichever works fine for you, works fine for me too! i’ll be reaching to everyone go gives this a like soon enough <3

basic information

― full name: hwa yohan / chance hwa ― nicknames: yohwa ― age: twenty four ― date of birth: october 3rd, 1996 ― birthplace: cheonan, south korea. ― hometown: sydney, australia ― current location: seoul, south korea ― living arrangements: dallyeog / complex # 4 / apartment # 1 / floor # 2 ― ethnicity: korean ― nationality: dual, korean (natural born) and australian (naturalized) ― gender: cis male ― pronouns: he / him ― orientation: demiromantic, heterosexual. ― religion: atheist ― occupation: streamer ― language(s) spoken: korean (fluent), english (fluent) ― accent: heavy australian accent

physical appearance

― faceclaim: bang chan / christopher bang of stray kids. ― hair: naturally brown, though he often dyes to a variety of colors, mostly black and blue. right now, it’s a purple color that’s already fading. ― eye colour: coffee brown ― height: 171cm ― weight: 56kg ― tattoos: none at the moment. ― piercings: lobe and upper lobe on both ears. anti-tragus, orbital and rook on the left one. double helix on the right one. ― clothing style: regularly techwear when he goes out and athleisure at home.

personality

― label: the cynical ― positive traits: attentive, dependable, reliable, passionate, brave, energetic, honest, humorous, clever, versatile, truthful, affectionate, sociable ― negative traits: self-conscious, cautious, opinionated, arrogant, detached, critical, tactless, stubborn, loud, quick-tempered, harsh, unfiltered, cynical, restless, ambitious, ― hobbies: baking, collecting enamel pins and funkos, jigsaw puzzles, skateboarding, reading, listening to music, curating playlists when he has time, learning origami. ― habits: obsessively organising, borrowing books and rarely ever returning them (he forgets who they belong to ok), really bad road rage, awful at keeping track of time, people watching, always wears a black ring on his left index finger, always hugs something when sleeping, gets easily impressed by things, quotes movies and shows in regular conversations, knuckle cracking, snacking between meals, eye rolling without noticing, squinting when concentrated, crossing his arms over his chest, running hands through his hair, slouching, rolling his shoulders. ― zodiac sign: sun libra, moon gemini, ascendant libra. ― mbti: infp-t “the mediator” ― enneagram: 8w7 “the nonconformist”. ― temperament: melancholic ― hogwarts house: ravenclaw ― moral alignment: chaotic neutral ― primary vice: greed ― primary virtue: diligence ― element: air

trivia:

― he’s played all kind of games and his twitch channel was created 9 years ago (whew) and it currently has over 5 million subscribers. currently, he streams mostly genshin impact, valorant, league of legends, overwatch, spider-man: miles morales, cyberpunk 2077 and the witcher iii. every now and then he makes charity streams. he also makes special lives with other gamers and figures where they play games like among us, minecraft, fortnite (though he absolutely hates it), party animals, fall guys and other party games. ― despite the rumours around him and his parents, he’s never talked about them to the media. it’s not like chance hides the information, after all it’s online, but he swerves questions about them and pretty much decides to not say anything about them just to avoid controversy. his parents didn’t mind until last year the company they worked at offered him a sponsorship and yohan turned it down. it’s safe to say they were pretty hurt over this and they haven’t talked much recently. ― yohan is, in his words, the biggest fan of spiderman (not really) but he’s his favorite heroe of all times and he collects everything and anything that has him in it. his biggest collection is funko pops with over 30+ figurines. he collects funkos of various other interests of him as well as enamel pins. ― lowkey a weeb. he likes watching anime in his spare time and if he likes it too much, he’d buy the manga and read it as well. his latest obsessions are kimetsu no yaiba, boku no hero academia, haikyu and jujutsu kaisen. ― won’t ever admit this out loud, but almost every ghibli movie makes him cry his eyes out, even when he’s watched the same one over and over again. he prefers to watch these on his own. his favorite one is grave of the fireflies. ― it took him a while to get used to korean culture, a part of him is still trying to. luckily, his family would speak in korean in their household most of the time and this helped him not struggle as much when it came to the language. his streams are most of the time in english to cater to a bigger audience, but recently he’s got himself a small team of an editor and a translator that’s helped him add subtitles to the videos he uploads in youtube. ― his current setup is completely sponsored except for a few extra things he’s bought himself and he has minimal experience when it comes to builds, though he’s really interested in learning and has recently researched more about the whole topic, hoping to get his first custom build by the end of the year. ― has terrible road rage and this is the reason why he doesn’t own a car or a driving license, even being in the backseat makes him anxious and would much rather prefer to use the bus, a bike or his skateboard to commute between places. taxis and other rides are his last option, if he’s quite honest. ― as a neighbour, he’s polite and tries to be mindful just to avoid needless problems. the first thing he did was soundproof his office in order to not disrupt others, but sometimes this doesn’t work as well due to how loud he can be. chance will try to greet every neighbour he encounters either with a wave or a simple nod. ― loves dogs but doesn’t feel he’s responsible enough to take care of one yet, though he will certainly volunteer to pet-sit his friends’ dogs.

wanted connections:

― life in seoul: he’s been wanting to start a podcast that has nothing to do with his main channel, aka a podcast about the culture in seoul from different perspectives, he wants to know about other people’s experiences. can be people that have lived all their life here or foreigners that, like himself, are pretty much new or can’t get enough of the city. it’d be a pretty chill podcast and anyone can participate! ― people that know about him and lowkey follow his streams (or just play them in the background while doing other stuff) ― or people that know about him but dislike him because he’s said stuff before about other public figures you’re a fan of. or he just simply rubs you the wrong way. ― people who absolutely hates when he streams late at night and he’s full on screaming at the screen (he tried to soundproof his streaming room but someone he can be way too loud, sorry) ― he’s always up for a good collaboration regardless of the topic: food, art, random tags and challenges. even if it's not up to his alley, he's likely to always say yes just for the laughs. ― the group of friends yohan met in different ways. they're not all strictly gamers, streamers or anything of the sort, but whenever they get together to play some games, it's a total chaos. and he wouldn't change it at all. ― the one person that always gets his packages delivered by mistake to your place instead of his. or the other way around. ― more: friends, enemies, a penpal, a platonic soulmate, workout buddies, etc.

[chimmyboii]

Nice Guy - Part 3

Paring: Chanyeol x reader (Previous Baekhyun x reader)

Summary: After finding out her boyfriend, Baekhyun had cheated on her at a party, Y/N goes into meltdown. Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend, decides he can’t stand watching the girl completely fall apart because of his best friend and decides to befriend her.

AN: Here is part 3!!!! Sorry it took so long! I think there will be another 2 parts after this - not sure just yet! Anywayyy hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you all think! :)))! 

Warnings: female masturbation!

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

My head was aching, I clutched it as I sat up. I gasp as I look around the room, forgetting that I was in Chanyeol’s bedroom. Surprisingly it was plain and neat; the walls were a cream colour and held some posters of bands and football teams. Looking at his computer desk that sat underneath the window, I smile softly as I eye the guitar next to it. I stand hesitantly, my muscles feel stiff, I take a second before I walk to the table and spot a little black notebook. Opening it, the smile wipes from my face, on each page there were lyrics scribbled down in messy handwriting. The lyrics describe an unrequited love, the betrayal of a friend, the heartache that continues to haunt him. This was Chanyeol’s story, my heart hurts as I remember his confession. How could Baekhyun do that to him? I turn the page and read more of his lyrics, they were less heartbreaking than the first but still haunting. A gasp sound from behind me.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!” Chanyeol yelps behind me, I snap the book shut and face him.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have been snooping,” I look at him and wince as I spot the bruise forming on his eye. “How’s your face?” Chanyeol shrugs before walking over and taking the black notebook from my hands and places it in the drawer.

“It’s fine,” I nod, we fall silent and I look at my feet. Chanyeol takes a seat on the bed and I follow, choosing to sit at his desk. His confession from last night keeps circling my head, the thought of him liking me both scares me and excites me. I open my mouth to speak but Chanyeol cuts me off.

“Lisa texted your parents saying you were staying with her,” I nod, looking at my hands. I didn’t know how to approach this; how do I ask him about his feelings for me, if he has any feelings that is. I mean this was three years ago, people’s feelings change so quickly, he might not like me like that anymore. “I-” I start, feeling a little chocked up. Chanyeol looks at me, his wide eyes focus on me and my heart flutters under his gaze. “I want to know more,” I confess and Chanyeol frowns.

“Know what?”

“I want to know about your feelings for me, not that you like me now or anything,” I chuckle nervously, tugging at my fingers. “Just when did it all begin, I guess,” Chanyeol sighed and ran a hand through his messy dark hair.  

“We might be here a while,” Chanyeol states and I nod almost excitedly, “You have to promise this won’t change us though?”

“Yeah, I promise,” Chanyeol eyes me for a moment before he looks out the window.

“I guess it started in 3rd year of high school, a year before you and Baekhyun got together,” Chanyeol shifts on the bed, moving until he sat against the headboard. “We had the same French class; I don’t know if you remember-”

“I remember,” I interrupted smiling softly, “you used to sit in front of me, blocking my view of the board!” I tease and Chanyeol laughs.  

“Yeah well, I used to get so excited for that class. I fucking hated French but you made it bearable,” I flush at the confession, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I used to daydream that you would ask me out, that you had this massive crush me like I did with you. But of course, you didn’t,” Chanyeol chuckled, almost sadly. “I ended up confiding in Baekhyun, who came up with this plan of writing you notes, of becoming your secret admirer. Baekhyun shared mostly all of his classes with you so he agreed he would pass them over. And well you know the rest,”

I shake my head, feeling sick suddenly. “Why would he do that? Did he tell you?” Chanyeol just shrugs. “Why the fuck would you stay friends with him?”

“It’s just life, Y/N. I’m not going to cut out my best friend for some girl,” I flinch, shaking my head before quickly standing. “Shit, Y/N I didn’t mean it like that!” I nod choosing to ignore him and grab my shoes. Chanyeol grabs my arms stopping my movement, “Please Y/N, I didn’t mean the way it sounded. Y-You mean a lot to me,” I turn my head to look at him, his wide brown eyes are pleading me to believe and I do but I’m scared. This is too quick; my heart isn’t ready to be given to someone else.

“I need time to think, Baekhyun and I have only just broken up five days ago,” Chanyeol just nods, his large hands leaving my wrist.

“I’ll take you home,”

The car ride was silent and awkward. Part of me wanted to apologise to him but I already knew Chanyeol’s answer. He’s nice and understanding – something I need right now. But I’m scared that this feeling, that the fluttering in my stomach will disappear quickly as it came. It’s easy to picture myself with him, to visualise myself in his arms but physically being intimate with him is terrifying. Sharing that part of me that only one other has seen, is frightening and I’m not sure when I’ll be ready.

He drops me off and says bye with a small smile. I return his smile before heading into my house. Mum doesn’t ask me any questions, thankfully, she just asked if I enjoyed my night which I lied and said yes. As soon as I entered my bedroom, I phoned Lisa.

“Hey?”

“Okay, I’m freaking out right now!” I start over the phone; I hear Lisa rustle around before asking what’s wrong. “I was with Chanyeol, as you know, last night and he confessed that he liked me,”

“What?! Really?” Lisa squealed.

“Yeah, apparently he liked me 3 years ago!” Lisa gasps so I continue, “But that’s not what’s freaking me out.”

Lisa hums, “Okay then what is – because I’d be freaking out about him liking me, just saying!”

“Well I am freaking out about that but Baekhyun knew Chanyeol liked me. In fact, according to Chanyeol, Baekhyun was planning on basically setting us up.” Lisa is silent for a moment.

“What the fuck?” Lisa drawls, and I nod. “Why did he ask you out if he knew his best friend liked you? Isn’t there some sort of bro code against things like that?”

“See that’s the thing, I don’t know. Baekhyun never mentioned anything about Chanyeol liking me. Do you remember those notes I got in class?”

“Yeah the little pink ones that said you looked cute,”

“Well turns out those were from Chanyeol, not Baekhyun,” I sigh, leaning back against my pillow.

“Oh, my fucking God! What an asshole!” I moan in agreement. “Why would Chanyeol stay friends with him, if he did that to me, I’d be raging.”

“I did ask him that and he said he wasn’t risking his friendship with Baekhyun over some girl,” I scoff and roll my eyes.

“Well looking at it from Chanyeol’s point of view; he cares about the both of you right? So, he made a decision to stay out of the way, which I admire him for by the way, I know I couldn’t stand watching my best friend be with a guy I liked.”

“No, you’re right, doesn’t make me feel less guilty though. Especially now that I’m single and part of me wants to…” I trail off, still processing what I want from him.

“Fuck him?”

“Lisa!” I shriek before bursting out laughing. “I was going to say date him, oh my God!”  

“Well I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to fuck him, have you seen those arms?!” I giggle. “I bet he’s so fucking strong!”

“Yeah he is,” I mumble, thinking about how he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

“Wait, what?” Letting out another giggle, I inform Lisa about the rest of the night. How he carried me to his room and made sure I was okay before cuddling me throughout the night. “Y/N, what the fuck! If you don’t want him can I have him?”

“Umm…no,” I let out a laugh as she curses. Our laughing ceases, the pain in my chest begins again.

“I’m not ready though,” I sigh, eyes traveling to the right way that holds polaroid’s of Baekhyun and I.

“And that’s okay,” Lisa reassures me, “If Chanyeol stills feels this way about you, and it has been what nearly four years? Then I’m sure he can wait a little longer for you,”

A soft smile appears on my lips. “Hopefully,”

-   The rest of weekend was spent at home, finishing homework and catching up on Netflix. It was hard keeping both Baekhyun and Chanyeol off my mind; I keep comparing the two of them. I wonder what it would have been like if Chanyeol had confessed before Baekhyun. If I would have said yes, how the relationship would be, how he would kiss me. God I would love to kiss him, I think as my finger trace my lips. If I would have lost my virginity to him, what it would be like to feel him touch me, be inside me. I gasp at the thought, remembering the feel of his hands, how rough but also gentle they felt against my back. My hand slides down into my pyjama bottoms, softly caressing my thighs, I think about the veins along his arms and his hard chest. My hand continues to slip into my panties, softly tracing my slit. Gasping, my eyes widen at the wetness that had gathered. I have never been this wet before, even with Baekhyun it took me a while to gather any slickness.

My middle finger made contact with my clit; a sharp gasp escapes me. I picture Chanyeol between my thighs, rubbing at the small bud. I imagine him holding my hips down as I rut up against my hand, I imagine him pressing kisses again my thighs before sucking harshly on my clit.

“Oh, Chanyeol,” I whimper quietly, rubbing my clit harder. I imagine one of his hands traveling up to my breast, squeezing it and tweaking my nipple. I move my left hand to my breast, twisting my nipple between my thumb and index finger. I pant harder, feeling the delicious burn in my stomach. I continue to rub hard on my clit, imagining Chanyeol’s tongue flicking it. My orgasm approaches when I picture his brown eyes looking into mine from between my thighs.

“Shit! Chanyeol!” I snap my thighs shut, shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm. As I lay there, inhaling and exhaling, a thought suddenly shook me.

Oh, my fucking God, I just masturbated to the thought of Chanyeol! How the hell am I supposed to face him tomorrow! I groan, grabbing my pillow I smother my face with it before letting out a scream.

- I had managed to avoid Chanyeol most of the morning; I spotted him entering the building with Jongin, I quickly grabbed Lisa before he can spot us and drag her to the library to hide. She didn’t really question it, assuming that I wasn’t sure of my feelings, which I still aren’t and needed time to process before seeing him. The second time, he spots me in the corridor heading to my next class, he is walking with Kyungsoo. Chanyeol face practically beams when he spots me, waving enthusiastically. My eyes study his hand and the thought of last night’s self-care session comes to mind, making my cheeks burn. I put my head down and quickly speed walk to class, completely ignoring him.

I manage to avoid any confrontation from him and about my internal embarrassment all morning until Lisa drags me to the girl’s bathroom. Lisa glares at the girl fixing her make-up and tuts as she takes forever to leave. Finally, the girl exits, and Lisa quickly swirls around to face me with both hands on her hips.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you and Chanyeol?” My eyes widen.

“Nothing!” I exclaim and Lisa smirks.

“Uh huh, right!” She sarcastically drawls. “Well if nothing is going on then why the hell are you avoiding him and why is Chanyeol walking around like someone’s murdered his dog?”

“I-I…” I stutter, I can feel my cheeks getting hot as I remember my really crude and disgusting thoughts. Lisa continues to stare at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“Imasturbatedtohimlastnight!” I shouted and Lisa frowns.

“Say what?” I groan, turning to lean on the sink.

“I masturbated to the thought of Chanyeol last night,” Lisa bit her lip before she burst out laughing. “Lisa, it’s not funny! I can’t look him in the eyes!” I whine which only makes her laugh harder.  

“Jesus, is that all?” She asks and I glare at her.

“Yes, that’s all. This is serious Lisa, I feel disgusting!” She snots before coming over and starts massaging my back.

“I can guarantee you Y/N, he has definitely jacked off to you!” I groan and lean my head against the mirror.

“That does not make me feel better, Lisa,” She sniggers while I scowl at her.  

“It’s normal Y/N! Well it shows that your attracted to him so maybe it’s a good thing!” I shake my head.

“It’s still too fast, I’m not over Baekhyun.”

Lisa eyes me before blurting out; “are you sure because you seem to have got a little excited over his best friend, from what I’ve heard.” I groan and she just smirks. Lisa begins tugging me out the bathroom. “Come on you’ll be fine!”

We head to the canteen and I spot Chanyeol walking back to his usual table with the boys, I walk to him, the palm of my hands begin to feel sweaty.  

“Hi, Chanyeol,” I greet him. Chanyeol glowers at me before grabbing his bag that lay on his seat and storming off. My heart sinks as I watch his tall figure fade in the crowd of students. The rest of the boys sit silently, not acknowledging me. I turn to leave.

“He’ll be in the PE department,” I turn around to see Baekhyun shove more yoghurt in his mouth before using the spoon to point in the direction Chanyeol left. I nod at him before particularly sprinting to the PE department.

Baekhyun was right, I found Chanyeol in the last hall. I walk in and notice that he was on his own, kicking a football harshly into a goal. I whoop, making Chanyeol jump slightly and spin around to face me, a frown appearing on his face.

“He shoots, he scores!” I cheer awkwardly and Chanyeol’s lips twitch. I note the cut has scabbed over and was healing. I take a tensive step towards him.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Chanyeol turns and goes to collect the ball in the goal, I slowly follow behind.

“I know your mad at me,” I start and jump when Chanyeol turns back around and glares at me.

“Of course, I’m mad. You promised nothing would change between us after I told you!” My eyes widen.

“No, Chanyeol! Nothing has changed, well in a way they have but–”

“You avoided me this morning, Y/N! I felt like an idiot.” I roughly shake my head at him and reach out for his hand. He lets me hold it and I gulp feeling the warmth and the roughness of the tips of his fingers.

“Yes, I avoided you this morning, but it wasn’t because of you–”

“Let me guess it wasn’t me, it was you?” Chanyeol scoffs, looking away from me. I grip his hand tighter and Chanyeol peeks at me before looking straight ahead again.

“Yes, it was.” My heart is pounding in my ears. “I- I think I like you,” I confess. Chanyeol’s head snaps to me, eyes widening and mouth falling open. “I mean I must do to have those thoughts about you, I especially have never cum that hard before either,” I mumble the last part, looking at the wooden floor beneath us.

“Wait what?” I snap my head up and see Chanyeol grinning. My face flushes as I realise what I said. Quickly, I let go of his hand and jump back smacking both of my hands over my mouth. He heard me. Chanyeol throws his head back and barks out a laugh. I turn away about to run in embarrassment but Chanyeol wraps his arms around my waist holding me in place. I try to wiggle my way out his grip, but he holds tighter and leans down leaning his chin on my shoulder.

“I’m flattered you think of me like that, Y/N.” he whispers, his cool breath tickles my ear and sends shivers down my back. “And grateful because I think of you like that too,” I turn crimson before letting out a giggle.

“We just admitted that we thought of each other while masturbating,” I laugh and turn around in his arms. I look at him, his eyes are sparkling – the black eye has turned yellow now. A wide grin is on his lips, making me smile also. I lean my head against his chest, hugging him closer to me.

“I still think it’s too soon,” I whisper and Chanyeol hums, “but I do want you, I’m just scared.” Chanyeol places a kiss on my forehead and I bite my cheek to stop the squeal leaving me.

“We’ll take it slow; I’ll go at whatever pace you want,” I nod and smile at him gratefully. The bell rang for the next class, I slide my hand in his entwining our hands before we left the hall.  

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Chanyeol kept true to his word of taking it slow. He didn’t hold my hand unless I initiated it, he would eat lunch with the boys before coming to visit me and Lisa in the library. He didn’t pressure me into doing anything with. Although, at times it was a bit frustrating as I couldn’t help myself but want to be closer to him, to touch him. But as usual I was too shy to indicate I wanted more.

I was in the library once again, however, this time I was alone. Lisa had been called to meet the head of the physics department over her lack of attendance. I was finishing my maths homework when Chanyeol came skipping over to my table. Quickly, he bent down and placed a kiss to my cheek and I jumped a little, not quite expecting it.

“Hi,” I greeted wearily, “what’s got you all happy?” Chanyeol chuckles and takes the seat in front of me.

“Oh, you know, just happy to see you! You look pretty today by the way,” I let out a chuckle, continuing to finish the last question.

“Right what is it?” I ask, knowing full well he wanted something. Having been spending a lot of time with him over the past weeks or so, I have learned some of his traits.

“Okay well the guys and I are going to the beach tomorrow and I would love it if you came too,” Chanyeol widened his eyes, making him look like a puppy. He even went to the lengths of pouting his lips at me.

“I don’t know, do the guys mind?”

“Nah they won’t care,” I hesitated for a moment but the thought of seeing Chanyeol shirtless was tempting.

“Mmm…maybe,” I tease and Chanyeol begins to grin. “Are you going to be shirtless?”

Chanyeol sniggers, “I might be. I swear woman you’re only want me because of my body!” I laugh and shake my head.

“I promise I’m not! Your body is just a bonus!” I giggle, “But yeah, I’ll come,” Chanyeol cheers before grabbing my hands and place several kisses to them.

“Great, I’ll come pick you up!” I nod smiling widely. With that, Chanyeol prances off to his next class, leaving me feeling flustered and excited.

As Chanyeol said, he came and picked me up. I wasn’t sure if I were to count this as our first date or not, he technically didn’t ask for a date. Ugh! It’s so confusing. I decided to wear a sundress with my bathing suit underneath, keeping it casual as I wasn’t sure if we were going swimming or not.

When we arrived at the beach, Chanyeol was quick to spot the rest of the boys, I had hoped there would be other girls but there were none, just me. I gulp slightly, feeling slightly anxious as I spot Baekhyun chilling in the sand with ray bans on his face. Chanyeol wraps his arm around my waist, keeping me by his side as we walk towards the group. Chanyeol greets the members, pulling them into bro hugs. Yixing is quick to greet me, pulling me into a short hug, Minseok following after. The rest just nodded at me. Chanyeol lays down a white beach towel and plops down, tugging me with him. Jongin hands Chanyeol a beer which he rejects, claiming he needs to stay sober to take me home. I see Jongin roll his eyes before handing the beer to Baekhyun who just continued to gaze at the sky – refusing to look in my direction.

Sehun arrived at the beach party twenty minutes later, causing the tense atmosphere to evaporate. The members began teasing the youngest on his tardiness which brought a smile to my face. Yixing handed me a can of Coke which I thanked him for, Chanyeol takes the same. The rest of the day was full of laughter, most of the boys went swimming whilst Chanyeol and I lay on the towel just chatting with each other. The other members tended not to both Chanyeol and I, a part of me felt disheartened at this. I wanted them to be comfortable with me here, that they could continue to joke with Chanyeol but to me it seemed the avoided Chanyeol and I had a feeling this was because of me.

The sun was setting, I lay back on the towel staring at the sky. Chanyeol leans on his right arm, head on his hand, looking at me. His left-hand plays with the string of my sundress, twirling it around his finger before he reaches up and smooths away my hair from my face. I look at him, he has a soft smile on his lips, and I turn to him slightly; watching him watching me.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers, the breath catches in my throat. I feel like it’s a dream. I’m scared to close my eyes in case he disappears from me. I was about to reply to him when I’m interrupted.

“Yeolieee!” a voice singsong, Chanyeol looks over me and frowns. I turn and spot Baekhyun swigging another drink from the ice bucket. He quickly opens the bottle and takes a large gulp of it. “You were quick at making your move, weren’t you?” Chanyeol sits up and I follow, I can feel the atmosphere begin to darken like the sky. Baekhyun was drunk, I wasn’t paying attention to how much he was having to drink, he seemed angry. “And you, Y/N, didn’t you claim you loved me?”

“Shut up, Baekhyun,” I growled to which he laughed. Baekhyun shakes his head before turning back to Chanyeol, he scowls at him.

“You couldn’t even wait a day, could you? You had to go running after her as soon as she dumped me. You’re just a fucking lovesick puppy! You call yourself my friend, you didn’t even bother asking how I was!” Suddenly, I was on my feet storming to him. Chanyeol calls after me.

“You’ve got some nerve, Byun Baekhyun!” I shout and Baekhyun smirks at me. “If your claiming Chanyeol isn’t a good friend than maybe you should look at yourself as well! You knew Chanyeol liked me but still you asked me out, what kind of friend does that?”

Baekhyun scoffs, “Well I couldn’t help if you fell for me! You were the one who mistaken those notes to be from me, not Chanyeol,”

“But you didn’t make me any the wiser, did you?” Baekhyun fell silent. The rest of the boys gathered around after hearing us shouting. “Why did you do it, Baekhyun? How could you do that to your own friend?”

Looking closely, I could see Baekhyun’s lips tremble and I could feel my heart shatter at the sight.

“Because I liked you a-and I saw you liked me too, so I decided to take my chance,” Baekhyun looked behind me at Chanyeol who remained silent during this confession. “I’m sorry man, I-I just wanted…” Baekhyun trailed off, eyes falling to the sand.

Chanyeol sighed, “It’s alright, Baekhyun, I get it.” At this I scoff. I glare at Baekhyun, ignoring Chanyeol’s gently calling my name.

“No, it’s not alright, you don’t get to act the jealous boyfriend Baekhyun, have you forgot what you did to me?” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and takes another sip of the beer.

“Right what did I do again? Let’s remind everyone since it’s your favourite story tell!” I growl, ready to slap the shit out of him when Chanyeol places a hand on shoulder. Baekhyun continues to glare; “I was scared Y/N alright! I was scared because you were in love with me and I didn’t feel the same way!” I freeze, eyeing the tears that now slip down Baekhyun’s cheeks. Kyungsoo and Yixing walk to Baekhyun, attempting to take away to calm down. Baekhyun slaps them away, “No, no, she needs to know. They both do.”

Baekhyun wipes his face and sniffs, “I really liked you, I swear I did Y/N. But like you said, I saw how much Chanyeol likes you and it fucked with my head. I tried so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for you, but I knew I couldn’t be. Because he was. Chanyeol should be the one, he’s the nice guy, the good guy.” I can feel my eyes well up as I watch Baekhyun break down.

“I knew if I broke up with you, you wouldn’t let me go. You’re stubborn, Y/N and I knew you would continue to chase after me, so I knew the only way was to get you to break up with me. And to do that I had to break your heart.” I let out a sob, Chanyeol’s hand rubbed up and down my arm in attempts to sooth me. It didn’t work. I walk out of Chanyeol’s grip, taking steps towards Baekhyun, ignoring the rest of the members eyes.

“What the fuck, Baekhyun?!” I wail, Baekhyun pulls me to him and at first, I fight him off but then give up, letting him hug me.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I couldn’t love you,” I cry into his shoulder, gripping his t-shirt in my hands. Baekhyun leans down and whispers into my ear; “He’ll love you better than I ever could.” With that he pushes me back and grips my cheeks with both hands before placing a gentle kiss to my lips. Baekhyun pulls back and smiles a watery smile before turning and walking away. Kyungsoo follows after Baekhyun. I turn around with tears still falling from my eyes and notice Chanyeol is no longer there. My breath quickens and I quickly wipe away the tears so I can see.

“Chanyeol?” I call out, voice shaky as I continue to search the beach for him.

“He went that way,” Yixing points straight ahead, I quickly thank him before running off. I spot Chanyeol walking far ahead of me with his head hang low. I sprinted faster until I wasn’t far behind him.

“Chanyeol! Wait!” I shout causing him to stop. He turns to me in what I can tell is bewilderment. As I stand in front him, I notice the dried tears on his cheeks and his red eyes.

“Y/N? what are you doing here?” I let out a soft chuckle, I reach forward and grab his hands. He grimaces slightly, pulling them away and taking a step back. “You should go after him,” I shake my head at him, this time I take a step forward, looking up at him.

“No, I want you Park Chanyeol.” I firmly say, my hand reaches up to his neck and I gently tug him down to me. I push up on my toes and connect my lips with his. I can taste the Coke he was drinking earlier, and I can feel the rough patch of where the cut was. I press my lips harder against his, Chanyeol was hesitate at first, his lips froze undermine. Softly, I moan, pushing my hand through his dark hair. At the sound, Chanyeol unfreezes, his hand grips my hip and pulls me closer. He tilts his head and runs his tongue along my bottom lip; I open, allowing our tongues to meet. His tongue is gentle but also demanding and I love it. I feel like my whole insides are exploding like fireworks. I suck his bottom lip between mine, pulling a moan from Chanyeol, I peck him one last time before pulling back. Opening my eyes, I watch Chanyeol chase after my lips, pouting when I giggle. He opens his eyes and grins down at me, his hands run down back until they’re underneath my bum. Quickly, he picks me up causing me to squeal and carries me to the water, I wrap my arms around his neck tightly.  

The water is at our waist, Chanyeol doesn’t take us any deeper. It’s cold but it doesn’t stop us laughing and splashing each other. Chanyeol suddenly smirks at me, almost devilishly.

“What?” I giggle, taking a step back ready for his attack. Except he surprises me by gripping his wet t-shirt at the bottom and begins tugging it up and over his head. My throat dries at the sight of him bare, his smirks turn into a full-blown grin. My eyes refuse to look away from his defined abs, I watch as droplets of water slide down his abdomen back into the sea. I look back to his face, amusement written all over it. “What are you doing?” I whisper and Chanyeol lets out a chuckle.

“I believe you wanted to see me shirtless, Miss L/N,” I gulp, eyes trailing back down, eyeing his brown nipples that have hardened under the cold temperature. I pull my hands to my chest, trying to avoid touching him. Chanyeol notices this and smiles softly.

“You can touch me if you want,” he murmurs, “I’m yours,” Reaching over he takes my hand in his and places it on his chest, dragging it down slowly. His chest is hard, but it hardens further under my touch as Chanyeol grows tense, I allow him to drag my hand further down his abs. But I slowly pull away, my breath is heavy, and I feel almost shaky on my feet.

Looking into his eyes once more I whisper, “Kiss me,” Chanyeol quickly complies and swoops down and captures my lips. We stay like that, in the water, making out with each other. And for once I don’t feel afraid, but I know there’s more to come. This was just the beginning of Chanyeol and I.