#I'm not happy living here and I'm very tired of being in the closet

[littlemarianah]

Okay, just a crazy headcannon about death

Peeta dies very young. At 67 years old.

In the early 60s he began to occasionally leave the door open. Forgetting bread in the oven until it turns to ash. Forgetting Katniss's birthday. He even forgot to take his medicine, which he was always so precise about.

Katniss always denied it. "He's just old... He's just tired..." she used to say. Until in a hot summer, Peeta asked her if the reaping was coming. She didn't believe it, She thought he was just playing with her.

Then Peeta started complaining that the kitchen table couldn't get dirty. "You know my mom doesn't like that." he said. But his mother had been dead for 40 years. Every time they walked down the street he asked Katniss where the old Mellark's bakery was.

"The bombs, dear. Do you remember?” Katniss said.

"Oh, of course, the bombs..." Peeta murmured, pretending to remember.

Katniss wished every day that he would only forget the bad things, but he was slowly forgetting only what she wanted him to remember. He forgot how Willow liked to sleep on his chest when she was a baby and how Rye liked to eat bread dough.

Sometimes he just had a scared, confused look. He whispered in one of his children's ears: "Don't trust Katniss, she's trying to kill me." Other times he would cling to Katnis and beg her not to leave him. And he asked a million times if she really loved him. He asked if she was hungry, he asked if Willow was already sleeping in her crib, he asked if Katniss wanted to leave the bakery closed tomorrow because he was feeling so tired.

"Of course my love. Let's keep the bakery closed tomorrow." she responded with tears in her eyes, knowing that they hadn't opened a bakery in at least 10 years.

At least at night, Katniss was still able to sleep on Peeta's chest, and if she had nightmares, he would squeeze it and say. "I'm here, Katniss. It's jsut a dream." He continued to care for her until the end. He kept asking her to stop crying, that he was okay.

When they were young he had promised her that he would only die when she was already dead, not to make her suffer. But it was not the case. In the end, he seemed to realize he was about to go. There were some lucid moments. He pulled Katniss close and begged her, whimpering.

"Promise me that you will live for more many many years..."

"I promise." she said.

Then Peeta is gone, but his clothes are still in the closet, his cane in place in case he wants to come back. Katniss wishes she had gone crazy, but she remains completely sane. Every day, she wake up and knew exactly where she was and what had happened. Her only moments of madness were when her youngest son entered the room, tall and with blond hair. She almost exploded with happiness until realized that it was Rye and not Peeta.

She lived many years as he wanted, but she did not live the way he would have liked. It was a good thing their children were already grown up because she didn't have the strength to do anything other than eat and sleep.

After Peeta died she stopped having nightmares and started having dreams. A warm house, smelling like bread, with a Peeta who never went to games waiting for her. She began to find comfort in the fact that he didn't had to see her die. Being happy that at least it was his body that decided to get sick and die, not being forced to go. She found comfort in what she could until death took her to him again.

Many years later, when her grandchildren are reunited, she tells him an old story. About a hungry orphan girl and a baker boy with a loaf of bread in his hands.

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #sad ending

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

trans!tim + pregnancy

tim, because he's an idiot with no self preservation, decides to stalk the red hood when he first shows up

he ends up finding one of red hoof's safe houses and decides that breaking in is a good idea

he's shifting through some paperwork when he's suddenly being pushed against the floor by a wall of muscle

obviously jason is pissed, he wants to know what his replacement is doing here

except tim is busy trying not to be to horny because yes the red hood is hot and yes this is like something straight out of one of his favorite fantasies but it is not the time

jason notices and decides to being an ass calling tim a slut

tim takes offense

"i'm still a virgin because i couldn't even sleep with my own girlfriend because i was too busy feeling guilty for being in love with someone else"

which causes jason to roll his eyes because tim could have easily pursued whoever it was instead

"sorry but i'm not into necrophilia"

which ok jay's happy the green is gone but kinda feels like an ass now but he also assumes that the person in question would want tim to be happy and move on and he tells tim this

"it's not, he didn't know, honestly he probably didn't even know i existed, i was to scared to talk to him before,"

and yeah jason really wants to end this conversation he doesn't want to feel bad for his replacement

he shifts around and tim reacts again

"you know if you're so desperate i don't mind helping"

tim definitely finds that idea appealing but argues because that's the right thing to do here

"why not, you can call out his name and live the fantasy and i get a nice warm hole"

and tim knows this is a bad idea he should be saying no and trying to get the fuck away from the crime lord but

"we never speak of this again"

obviously sex happens, jay does briefly pause when tim says jason but he's definitely telling himself it's a coincidence

(it's a common enough name so like, it could be)

afterwards they're both tired but then tim gets oracle reaching out via his previously off comms like

"i know you were busy but we've got a situation, mass arkham break out"

tim shelves the implication that at least barbara is aware of tim's very bad decision making skills and gets his ass up and out to help out

unfortunately for tim the night ends with him catching ivy and even more unfortunately she caught him too

thankfully it's just cuddle pollen so, bc he is the king of bad decision making and has 0 self worth, tim goes home and hides in his closet and rides it out so he doesn't bother anyone

problem is because of all this he forgot that he needs plan b

he remembers when his period doesn't show up

the 3 pregnancy test all say positive and tim is not looking forward to that conversation with red hood

not sure where it goes after that except both jason and tim get the terrible experience of finding out that tim did get to lose his first time to his first love

#jason x tim #tim x jason #jaytim #timjay #jasontim #timjason #batcest #🐝's post #fic ideas #western animation #dc #dcu #🍋 #batman #queer dcu #trans dcu #t!tim d #trans!tim d #c: jason todd #c: tim drake #s: jaytim #s: batcest #c: stephanie brown #s: timsteph #c: barbara gordon #f: batfam #c: pamela isley #age gap ship #minor adult ship

[kauzebridgerton]

Kauze History.

Chapter 4: Cursed hair.

I'm glad Reiji took me away from Ayato, he said he wanted me to meet the other residents of this house.

— Reiji, do you like being an adult?

— Why this question? I must say that as we grow up we have more responsibilities, but I'm happy because we receive more respect too. Or at least we should.

— I never want to be an adult! Never!

— How foolish, do you want to be like Ayato?

— No! Not like him...! I want to be like Mr. Karlheinz, he is strong, powerful and has a really nice house.

— You'll have a long way to go then.

— I think the secret is to have really long hair.

— Hah, you and your foolish ideas. Come on, you're taking up all my time.

He then took me to the living room, and soon all the other residents appeared, even the silly Ayato, but I didn't pay much attention to him, as a guy with a teddy bear caught my attention, he had a very strange appearance, but his teddy bear was cool, but Batman was much cooler.

— This is Kauze, the boy the father mentioned earlier. — Reiji said in a loud tone. — He will live here, indefinitely.

— That guy said not to kill him or hurt him either. — a blond boy who was lying on the sofa said. — Hah, this is so tiring.

Well, at least he remembered that these guys can't hurt me! If not, Mr. Karlheinz will give them a good scolding.

— Tsk! Why is this brat here? What is that old man up to?

A man with white hair punched the wall, and it cracked, which left me completely terrified, I quickly ran after Reiji.

— Subaru, you're scared, this little boy, fufu~ Children can be adorable, I'm sure I can teach him a lot. — The man in the hat looked at me. — Have you picked a favorite yet? You haven't even met me yet.

—... I'm sorry... — he said awkwardly.

— This filth is wearing my clothes?! — And then that weird guy came at me. — Apparently he wasn't chosen because of his appearance.

And then everyone laughed, I looked at my body, and then I looked at him, how could this fool say such a thing? And he kept talking.

— He's just skin and bones, besides those freckles on his face look like some kind of disease. Maybe if we shave his head, he might be acceptable.

These nasty comments made me very sad, am I really that ugly? Why was he saying these things to me? I looked at the other people here, but no one seemed interested in what had just happened, I just giggled awkwardly, but still, I was very embarrassed.

Soon after that, Reiji introduced them to me, saying the name of each of the vampires in this room and saying who was the oldest to the youngest. As soon as he finished doing that, some of them left the place, and I went to my room.

— This Kanato is so annoying, he must think he is the lord of eternal beauty to talk about me.

I grumbled as I lay down on the bed, I tossed and turned a little trying to fall asleep again, vampires had some very strange schedules when it came to sleeping, when they slept at all. I think I must have stayed like that for a while, until I finally managed to sleep.

Well, that's what I expected at least, since it didn't take long for someone to wake me up, I felt a cold hand pressing my cheek, and then I opened my eyes and saw that it was Laito.

— Laito! — I smiled at him — Hmm, I think it's because I'm really sleepy!

— You better get ready, we're going to school.

— Oh! And that's why you're dressed like that, I hadn't noticed... I liked your hat!

— Nfu~ Did you like it? You are a very smart little boy. I'm sure you're trying to win over everyone with your compliments.

— Not even! I will never praise Kanato, he has a soul darker than a starless night! — I mumbled. — He should think carefully before talking about other people's appearance.

I crossed my arms in frustration when I remembered what that annoying person said, but then Laito chuckled and lightly flicked my forehead.

— Just don't be alone with him, you hear? Now get dressed.

He opened the closet and took out a uniform, but I immediately found something strange, how could adults and children have classes at the same time? That didn't make much sense to me.

— Laito, isn't it too late for me to go to school? You're an adult, so it's okay to be out so late, but I... What if Mr. Karlheinz grounds me for leaving home so late?

— You won't have class Kauze, we just can't leave a child alone here. — He threw the uniform on the bed. — Hurry up, Reiji doesn't like delays.

And then he disappeared, I really wanted to know how to use that kind of power! It looks so cool! But I also didn't want to be scolded by Reiji, so I got ready as quickly as possible, the uniform was very nice, it was black and had some silver buttons. I was really curious to see what my backpack looked like, but I guess I'll only find out when I go to school, I mean... My school.

— Hmm~ — I had a little trouble fixing my hair, but I hope to one day learn it, it was a bit complicated actually, as it was wavy and well styled, but I think that part of it being styled is my fault. for not knowing how to tidy it up properly. — Well, I'm a child, if someone talks about my hair, I can blame it on one of the adults.

I laughed evilly, that would be really funny if it happened, but I wasted no time and quickly went down the stairs and ran to the garden, getting into the limousine with the Sakamakis, after all I didn't want to get scolded by Reiji, who, by the way, looked me up and down , I think he was trying to see if I dressed up properly.

— Have you ever been to a school? — Reiji asked while adjusting his glasses.

— No... But I promise I'll behave! First I'm going to look for a really cool place to stay! But soon after I'm going to the library, as I never went to school, I think I was a little behind with learning things, but I have to make sure I can stay very smart so as not to disappoint my future sensei. Oh! Oh! Will I make friends? It would be so cool to have a group of friends! The name would be "group of heroes", pretty cool, right?!

— Tsc, this boy talks a lot. —Subaru grumbled. — He only asked one question, he doesn’t need to tell you all his plans.

— I'm sorry... — he said embarrassed.

After that, no one said anything anymore, it was like we were playing that game of silence, that was a bit complicated, because I really liked talking and I wanted to make friends with one of them, like Laito, Reiji and even Shu! They look really cool! It's a shame that Shu was cursed with the yellow hair issue, maybe I'll ask him later how he dealt with it

#kauzebridgerton #kauze bridgerton #diabolik lovers oc

[stormblessed95]

Here to tell the whole world to stop living through some rom-com style, heteronormative fantasy of Jikook. Last night’s live seems to be such a big deal for so many of you and I am here like, buddy?? You all really thought ,one fine day, JK would wake up and be like, my ring finger has JM on it, as in JIMIN??? If they are in fact a couple, there’s simply no way they will come out any time soon, if at all. Jk is 25, he’s very successful, but he’s still very young with at least two decades of career ahead. JM is just 27, known as the idol’s idol, pretty much acknowledged as a role model for the idol space. They live in Korea, and the current regime is anything but pro LGBTQIA+. As many sus moments as we have seen, they are still in the CLOSET, if they are intact together? They aren’t gonna kiss each other in public and make it official you no? At least not for the foreseeable future.

I can’t emphasise this enough- it may seem all sunshine and rainbows, because we all are wearing tinted glasses, but being queer in a queerphobic country with cameras on you 24*7 isn’t even remotely fun. It’s even harder if you have images to live up to and roles to play. As someone who has been living in Asia, I can promise you, the tables would turn so fast if they even approach the subject. They were just recently Busan expo ambassadors? You know that means practically having supremely close connections with the government? Their families, the communities they are a part of, the group, the company, everyone would have to face such strong repercussions. I am a nobody and my nonhet sexuality is a nightmare to navigate. I have lost friends and families over it. Imagine doing that while being hella popular?

Just wish them happiness and move on. If they are together, they are. We have no control over it, only over the narrative. Please just please don’t expect a mega coming of age film. It’s embarrassing. We have no right to be hurt because he said what he said. Either it is the truth or he’s trying to protect something. Either ways, respect it. Also, they are K-pop artists after all, of course they are very globally renowned, but after all they are K-pop stars. Their narratives, their medium, their stories, we will never have first hand access to. We are seeing them through a tunnel, because we just don’t have access to many things. For instance, JM is so so popular in SK and many other Asian countries and pretty much receives endless love. Like the culture minister of the country says “everyone knows JIMIN”. He isn’t tortured or tired, he’s very loved and he knows it. JK just because first Korean artist to perform at WC, he’s made the country very proud. We see them as these characters in this world, they aren’t. They are full people, with agency. Let them do what they want to. Twitter is vile and bullies playground. But that doesn’t make it a reality. They get hate, and they probs see it. But they also get love and know it.

Meant to post this yesterday. Sorry I'm late anon. Jikook distracted me 🥰

#jikook #kookmin

[sequinsmile-x]

This is Our Place, We Make the Rules

A collection of mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss being domestic idiots in love.

Chapter 4 - Moving In

-x-

Hi friends!!

I am back from being away for a few days. Here is a little something I've pulled together for you. I drove for 8 hours today and my brain is very tired so I'm sorry it's short <3

Just a reminder that this series is non-sequential :)

I hope you enjoy this cute fluff on this Thursday evening!

-x-

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None!

Read over on A03, or below the cut

“What if he doesn’t want to?”

Aaron turns to look at his girlfriend sitting next to him on the couch. A smile flicks across his face as he watches her lift her hand to her mouth, her teeth already poised to tear at her cuticles. He catches her hand halfway and links it through his, kissing her knuckles before their joint hands fall to his lap. 

“Sweetheart, it will be fine.”  

There were so many things Aaron loved about Emily. 

She was kind. Empathetic in a way he hadn’t known had existed before he knew her, the way she cared for the people she loved, as well as complete strangers, so strong he’d seen it be a detriment at times. 

She loved him so fiercely, with so much of herself, he often wondered how he’d ever lived without it. They’d been together for 12 months, their friendship after she returned from Paris turning into something he’s sure had always been there. Feelings that had lingered just under the surface, thrumming under their skin when the other was nearby, until they found the right time. 

Something they had both thought more than once had completely passed them by. 

The thing Aaron loved the most about her, the thing that made him fall even more in love with her as time went on, was how much she loved his son. 

Jack’s well-being had been her priority when they first got together. She’d pulled back from a kiss, a slightly dazed look in her eyes as she asked him about his son, about how he’d feel if they were together.

As if Jack hadn’t loved her longer than Aaron had himself. As if he didn’t seek her out every time he was sick or sad long before she’d become Aaron’s girlfriend, always begging his father to call her so she could come over and give him one of her ‘magic’ hugs. 

“You can’t just say that, honey,” she says, biting her lower lip as she shakes her head, “This is a big deal. It would mean him moving from his home.” 

They had recently started to discuss living together officially. For all intents and purposes, they’d actually been living together for as long as they’d been together. Aaron couldn’t remember the last time they’d spent a night apart. His closet was, more than, half full of her clothes, and her things, her favourite books and a photo of her, JJ and Penelope, had made its way over to the apartment he’d once only shared with his son. 

He knew, that if he valued his life, it was best not to mention that. Well aware that it was best to let her take this at her own pace, which is why he had simply agreed when she first mentioned the idea of them moving in together a couple of weeks ago. They’d decided they wanted to find somewhere new - a house, a home for them and Jack, and whoever else might come along in the future, to grow together. To finally have the happy ending, the soft epilogue, they all deserved. 

He just wished she’d believe that Jack wanted that too, that she’d relax and allow herself to enjoy the thought of their future as much as he was. 

He hears the familiar thunder of his son’s footsteps down the hallway and he feels Emily grip his hand even tighter. He leans in and kisses her temple, repeating his previous words against her skin.

“It will be fine,” he pulls away and looks over his shoulder at his son, “Jack, buddy, can we talk to you for a minute?” 

Jack nods and runs over, landing on the couch next to them, “Can we get pizza?”

Aaron chuckles and nods, “Yeah, we can get it later, but we need to talk to you first.” 

Jack’s eyes go slightly wide, “Am I in trouble?”

Emily smiles and shakes her head, and Aaron feels her hold his hand impossibly tighter, “No, sweetie. Of course, you aren’t,” she assures him. 

Aaron watches as Jack physically relaxes, Emily’s effect on him unmatched, and it warms him from the inside out, “You know Emily has been part of our family for a while now?” He asks, and Jack nods enthusiastically. Aaron feels Emily press her face into his shoulder, her shy smile something he can feel through his shirt, “Well we’ve been thinking it’s time for us to find somewhere bigger for us to live, and we wanted to know what you think.” 

Jack furrows his brows a little, “Like a house?” 

“Yeah, exactly like a house,” Emily says, smiling at him, “What do you think?”

Jack is silent for a moment as he contemplates it, “Will there be a backyard?” 

Emily and Aaron look at each other for a second and exchange a small smile before they look back at the little boy in front of them, “Yeah, of course.” 

“And I can have a swing set? One of those ones with a slide on it?” 

Aaron hears Emily chuckle next to him, and he can feel the tension seeping out of her. “Yeah, sweetie. You can have a swing set.” 

Jack shrugs nonchalantly as if it were truly that simple, “Okay. I’d like a house.” 

He can’t help but smile as Emily opens her arms up and Jack immediately gets closer, folding himself up into her embrace. Aaron pulls them in and wraps his arms around both of them, dropping a kiss to both of their heads as he relaxes into it, his future as clear as it had ever been. The three of them and the kids he and Emily had spoken about, the dream they hadn’t dared to have even a couple of years ago one step closer to being a reality. 

“You’re sure you’re okay with me living with you and Daddy all the time?” Emily asks, pulling back just enough to look at Jack, her fingers running through his messy hair. 

Jack frowns and tilts his head at her, his brows furrowing together again, confusion written all over his face as he looks back and forth between her and his father. 

“I thought you already did live with us.”

-x-

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[nicherayyy]

hi so can i request the la squadra with teen/child reader (whichever) coming out of the closet and being part of the lgbtqia (whether you want them to be coming out as gay/trans/lesbian/etc. i do not. are!) please and thank you!

La Squadra x GN Teen Reader coming out as gay

Well, I’m pretty sure they already knew. They’re assassins after all. Also this was just obvious. Although they were waiting for you to want to talk about it yourself, they won’t push you. And it really didn’t take long. So here you are, sitting in the living room with all your mafia family. You don’t even know how to start while everyone just staring at you intrigued.

“So..you want to talk about something?”, Risotto started, tired of this uncomfortable silence. You try not to look at him as you fidget your fingers. You even began to doubt whether it was a good idea. But there’s no way back. 

Taking a deep breath you replied “I’m gay”.

You mentally slapped yourself on the cheek. Who on earth starts a conversation like that. What would they-

“That’s fine tesoro, but we know”, Prosciutto interrupts you from your thoughts, looking at you gently. 

What? WAIT WHAT?!

You look at your whole team with pure shock on you face. How did they..

“Don’t make that face dear, you’ll get wrinkles”, Melone pats you on the back like nothing happened. At least your confession went more smoothly than you expected.

Risotto is just happy for you. You’re still a kid so he wants you to have something normal in your life. I mean, he just glad that you trust the whole team enough to tell that, it makes him really proud. Proud dad Risotto TM.

Prosciutto is really chill about it. Like.. okay kid, have fun. Pesci would buy him and his fra an ally t-shirts. Prosciutto complaints but he WILL wear it when you guys go for groceries or some other things. In general, this two are very supportive (even if Pros sometimes won’t show that)

Melone is excited. Finally his baby found enough strength to tell this. Prepare for a lot of questions.How did you found out? Do you like someone? These questions will continue until someone stops him. 

Illuso is fine whatever you are. You’ll always be his lil’ buddy so.. yeah. (he will also buy an ally t-shirt).

Formaggio is like “yeah you go buddy”. This dude will support you in your every step in this life. You’re his partner in crime after all. 

And Ghiaccio.. he’s happy for you, sure. But he’s actually a little protective of you. If someone out of the team will decide to make fun of you, well, please god let this poor souls rest in peace. 

And if you already got a s/o all of them will just be like:

A/N: I'm still taking requests so if you have something on your mind *wink* *wink* and it also can be any other jjba part/character (except 7 and 8, sorry)

#la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #illuso x reader #ghiaccio x reader

[kidsinsaturn]

amusement park

[🗼]

characters: itachi uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff; modern au

warnings: gn!reader; suggestive themes

Part 2

-pretty boy itachi isn’t really fond of these places:((

-he loves being with you and appreciates your kindness for inviting him to such a nice place buttt he wouldn’t want to get on on any of the games that can potentially give him a heart attack

-he loves being with you and appreciates your kindness for inviting him to such a nice place buttt he wouldn’t want to get on on any of the games that can potentially give him a heart attack

-still, he will try to convince you not to try the most extremes ones because he doesn't want anything to happen to you ok please bare with him he just wants you to be with him so he is sure you are safe

-he will always take care of your purse/backpack; from the start–because he is such a gentleman– itachi would ask for whatever it is that you're carrying so you don't have to bother,,, omg this man seriously

-itachi pays for everything !! no objection, please don't even try to argue with him because he will NOT allow you to even spend one cent even if you were the one who invited him

-will take care of your belongings and your food if you have to go to the restroom

-not too much of pda because he is like that, will probably just hold your hand if you're not holding anything, but in the crowded areas, he is definitely touching you

-if you get very smoochy all of a sudden (?), unless it's only the two of you–like in the ferris wheel– he will give in, but if there's people around then no !! wait for his kisses

-(this happens a lot here where I live) it is impossible to scam this boy, ok he is too smart for the system, he knows all the tricks and is always except from any scamming; will be over you if you are talking to anyone in case they want to scam you

-at the end of the day, he is very exhausted omgg,, poor boy, so if you had fun then he is very grateful and happy, but an amusement park is not definitely his thing; wouldn't want it for a date

-[I really don't know how to write him I'm so sorry in advance:(]

-i hc sasuke as someone quiet, calm, and definitely enjoys domestic quality time, so these types of places aren't really his thing

-you somehow succeeding in convincing him going with you to an amusement is beyond this world, so if it took a lot of begging, then maybe sasuke would be more sensible about your feelings and enjoyment

-he'll be particularly ok if you like riding those big extreme games, but will make a fuss if you are later on feeling bad for all the rides lol like you literally asked for it why are you complaining

-I feel like sasuke wouldn't object if you want to spend your own money as long as it is for something worthwhile

-like for example if you want to try some new exotic food, sasuke will tell you not to buy it because then what will you do if you don't like it? throw it away?? excuse him he doesn't like wasting food and money

-if you ask him though, he would play those games where you can win prizes and my looord he is so competitive lol

-he is most likely to want to be accompanied with another couple like kind of a double date,,, [idk why i just think so]

-my boy don't appreciate pda sorry:(( so if you even try to hold his hands he will be so shocked and even disgusted hahjd my god as if he wasn't a closet pervent pls sasuke go home or go big

-he wouldn't like to stay out all night, he'll probably grow tired from all the loud noise and the people,, he don't like people ok,, so after a few hours, say like three maximum, he would like to treat you with a nice dinner in his or your house uwu Im soft

-my beautiful sunshine boy shisui !! he is the BEST person to go to an amusement park with

-will try all the games with you, even those that can give you a heart attack ok he loves that feeling lmao any kind of ride or roller coaster he is so up for the experience

-if you don't like those type of games, then he is okay with it, he puts your comfort and joy before his

-shisui will also be carrying your purse/backpack from the beginning !! he is such a young gentleman I love him so much and will carry any other thing you get through the day

-my god I feel like shisui is such a show off, he will try–and succeed–any of those stands where you can win prizes and get you a million prizes; he does it because he wants you to have something from him and also to show his incredible abilities ok

-he pays for everything as well !! he is a young gentleman don't go and try to take that title away from him; he pays for every insignificant thing you take a minimum interest in, for your food, and for anything else

-double checks your belt is well secured and takes a million photos of you and himself ok I picture him with almost half of his gallery full of embarrassing and cringy photos of both of you

-steals your food my god you insist to get two ice creams, but he claims he isn't hungry but then is all over your food

-he isn't against pda so he is all over you all the time, he has to be always touching you and sometimes he wants more than just holding your hand, he wants to be hugging you from the back or has you whole ass arm tucked in with his, he is clingy asf

-and if you get in the Ferris wheel !! he is devouring you no objections, you get off with your clothes messed up; he isn't probably doing anything more than just a steamy make up sesh,, unless,, of course you are up for something a little riskier

-shisui is always up for a date in an amusement park, he really enjoys the adrenaline from the games, and thinks it is the perfect environment to be with his favorite person, you

#itachi uchiha #shisui uchiha #sasuke uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #shisui x reader #shisui uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #uchiha itachi #uchiha sasuke #uchiha shisui #uchiha clan #naruto

[causeilikelix]

'Cause I Like You - Chapter Eleven - I'm Tired of Being Stuck With You

↳ Pairing: Felix x OC / Hyunjin x OC (later)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to friends (idiots) to lovers (probably still idiots), high school au, college au, non-idol au

↳ See Chapter One for summery

↳ Chapter warnings: Chiche heavy and I'm not sorry, long chapter, sexual tension, masturbation (f & m), ruined orgasm (poor thing), Felix your desperation is showing (he's a horny baby), dream sexy things, voyeurism?, somnophilia but not really, handjob (f & m receiving), Eunbyeol gets a little bold, cum tasting, uhhhh I think that's it.

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Notes: Sorry this chapter took me so long! Grad school is absolutely destroying me, plus I work all the time, so it's been hard to find time to proofread. I'm still editing chapter 12 but it's on the way!

Sorry for taking so long on chap 10! This was a bitch to edit. Tbh I kept thinking 'it's not long enough' and then when I finished it was 14.7k words and I didn't know what to cut. So here we are. Hope you enjoy!

<;- Chapter Ten- Chapter Twelve ->

EUNBYEOL’S EYES ADJUSTED to the light, wishing that she’d stayed in the dark for a while longer.  If not to stay with Felix a little longer then to get some much needed rest.  Ah Joong and Jisung paid the pair no mind as they made their way back into the living room.  Felix started out of the closet first without sparing Eunbyeol a second glance.  Eunbyeol watched his back as she trailed behind.  The muscles in his shoulders tensed and released as he walked and Eunbyeol couldn’t stand to look at him a second longer.  She dropped her gaze to the floor, hoping that the torture of the evening was almost over.  

Felix and Eunbyeol waited for the others to notice them as they slowly reentered the living room.  Ah Joong reclaimed her spot next to Seungmin and Jisung sunk back down onto the couch next to Jiho.  The TV played a K-Pop game and the other kids called out and argued over their answers.  Felix and Eunbyeol stood back for a moment, glancing at each other one last time.  The look in Felix’s eyes was even more unreadable than normal.  Eunbyeol expected him to look angry or hurt or turned on, but instead he looked... sad.  She almost reached for him, the urge to touch his arm to reassure him washed over her.  Instead, she clenched her fists and turned back to her friends.  

Jiho looked up and waved Eunbyeol over.  Eunbyeol breathed a sigh of relief and made her way around Felix to lean over the couch by Jiho.  She was happy with any excuse to get further away from him.  Her heart thundered in her chest and she found herself dizzy and lightheaded.  Eunbyeol leaned on the couch, grateful for some kind of steady support under her.  She had very little confidence in her ability to stand unassisted. 

“How was the closet?”  Jiho asked innocently.  

“I would thank you never to lock me in a room with him ever again.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes.  

“Yeah?  Well, I guess you won’t be thanking me much tonight, then.”  Jiho snickered.  “Turns out the closet was just the beginning.”

“What... what the hell does that mean?” 

“Well... Jisung and I wanted a bedroom to ourselves, and with the addition of the boys we had to make some changes to the sleeping arrangements.”

“You mean, you and I aren’t sharing anymore?  Do I need to get my stuff out of the guest room?”  Eunbyeol started to move away from the couch but Jiho grabbed her friend's shoulders and pulled her back. 

“No, no.  Nothing like that.  You’ll be in the same room, you just have a different roommate for the night.”  Jiho smiled innocently, but something in her smile worried Eunbyeol more than she cared to admit.  

“What have you done?”  

“It wasn’t all my doing!”  Jiho raised her hands in defense.  “Seungmin and Ah Joong insisted on being difficult and Chohui would only accept the couch if she couldn’t have any of the beds.”  

“Wait, she’s not going to share my room with me?”  Eunbyeol’s eyes narrowed, not sure if she liked where this was going.  

“No, she’s not- ah!  That’s...”  Jiho cried out, snapping her fingers in an attempt to remember the answer to the question in the game.  “Shit... I think that was Monsta X’s ‘ Hero ’.”

“Whatever.  I’m going to bed.”  Eunbyeol slowly shifted her weight back onto her legs and her knees protested immediately.  

“Alright, we’ll probably be turning in here, too.”  Jiho grabbed Eunbyeol’s hand to squeeze it once.  “Goodnight!”

“Oh, Noona, are you going to bed?”  Jeongin’s head popped up and he waved, a bright smile adorning his innocent features.  “Goodnight!”

Eunbyeol waved half-heartedly to the others as she started back down the hallway.  A chorus of goodnights followed her as she walked.  She tried to ignore the weight of Felix’s gaze on her back, but her hand moved up to rub her neck to try and erase the feeling of him there.  The ache, however, persisted even as she moved out of sight.  The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she was hurting because she forgot to stretch after she danced earlier.  She figured a couple of painkillers wouldn’t hurt. 

The room she claimed for the night was small but the bed was big enough for two.  She wondered which girl she’d be sharing with tonight if Jiho was going to be sleeping with Jisung.  Eunbyeol’s backpack sat one one side of the bed and she grabbed it and opened it.  She rummaged for a few minutes before pulling out her pajamas, a package of makeup wipes, and a bottle of painkillers.  Before she even thought about changing, she opened the bottle of pills and popped two in her mouth.  She reached for her water bottle, which she left on the bedside table and washed them down.  She downed the contents of her bottle, not realizing just how thirsty she’d been. 

Next she grabbed her package of makeup wipes and turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door.  Eunbyeol made a mental note to ask Ah Joong what setting spray she used because her makeup was bordering on twelve hours of activity including dancing, drinking, more dancing, and a makeout session and it still looked good.  At the thought of what she’d been doing in the last few minutes, her cheeks ignited and her gaze flicked instinctively to the mark he’d pointed out.  

“Shit...”  Eunbyeol whispered under her breath, peering closer. 

A bright red mark stood out against her skin from where it was placed just below her ear.  She winced as she lifted her fingers to touch it lightly.  Since it had only just happened, Eunbyeol assumed that it would only darken as the night went on.  Why had she allowed Felix to give her a fucking hickey?  What got into her?  Luckily it wasn’t too large, only about as big as a bottle cap, but she would need to keep it covered as much as possible.  Her hair would be long enough to disguise it for a while, but she had to be careful or it would get noticed.  Eunbyeol grimaced at the thought but her face flushed at the mere thought of the feeling of his lips planted where the mark was.  

Eunbyeol shook her head and got to work on removing her makeup.  She ran the cool wipes over her entire face, paying special attention to her eyelids in order to get all of the purple off.  It looked incredible, but the night was finally at its end.  Finally, when all the makeup was off she turned to change into her pajamas.  She couldn’t stand the mesh bodysuit or the purple crop top any longer.  She exchanged them for a soft cottony t-shirt and her leather pants for a soft pair of checkered shorts.  She sighed with relief as she peeled her sports bra off and slipped it into her backpack.  The confining fabric had contributed in part to her aching muscles so she was glad to put it away.  

She could hardly wait for the painkillers to kick in.  Eunbyeol massaged the sore muscles in her arms and shoulders, sighing as she pressed her fingers into a particularly tight knot in her left shoulder.  A flash of a memory invaded her brain and she remembered the way Felix had gripped her shoulder the first time he kissed her and the way his fingers dug into her skin.  With that came the memory of his mouth on hers and how he took his time, memorizing her. 

Once again, Eunbyeol shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts.  She didn’t want to think about the things that Felix made her feel over the last few minutes, but her body had other plans.  Against her will, the incessant warmth in her stomach returned and she wondered if she had time to deal with it before her roommate joined her for the night.  

Eunbyeol pressed her ear against the door, not wanting to open it and call attention to her movements.  Outside, her friends laughed and talked about the game they just played and someone pressed play on another.  On one hand, Eunbyeol wanted to join them but she desperately wanted to bring an end to the day.  She’d been awake since the sun rose that morning and now it was well after midnight.  She couldn’t take much more.  The competition already seemed like a lifetime ago.  

She turned back to the bed and got to work on tossing the plethora of decorative pillows at the end of the bed.  While they were pretty, she didn’t think she could stand sleeping among them all night.  The duvet was a dark blue accented with silver and one swipe of her hand along the sheets, Eunbyeol wondered what the thread count was.  If Ah Joong’s family put this set in the guest room, she wondered if the sheets in the other room were as soft.  

Eunbyeol finally sunk into them gratefully, her muscles relaxing immediately.  She sighed warmly, laying her head on the plush pillow and closing her eyes.  For a moment, she forgot about the pressing need in her abdomen and instead pure exhaustion washed over her.  Her brain began to numb and her eyelids couldn’t have opened even if she wanted to.  The golden glow of the lamp on the side table faded to black behind her eyelids and Eunbyeol thought she was finally getting to sleep. 

Then, her lower half throbbed.  Felix’s pillowy lips mouthed over her neck and her jaw and Eunbyeol let out a sigh.  She could almost feel his hands pressing into her hips and his soft brown hair tickling her cheeks.  The taste of him still lingered on her tongue and for a moment she was almost glad that she'd forgotten her toothbrush at home.  Normally, she wasn’t one to be so careless but in the tizzy of getting ready this morning, it had slipped her mind.  This afternoon, the idea of going to bed without brushing her teeth made her sick but now she didn’t hate the idea quite so much.

The reminder of Felix’s tongue working against hers and licking along her teeth made her warm all over.   How could someone like Felix make her feel things like this?  At some point, he’d started a fire in her stomach and everything he’d done in the last twelve hours had only made it spread.  Another throb ripped through her and Eunbyeol buried her face in the pillow and let out a groan.  She wanted to ignore it and fall asleep, but something told her that she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep without dealing with it first. 

Without opening her eyes, Eunbyeol rolled over onto her back and took a deep breath. She wondered if she would be able to think of Younghyun while she did this and not Felix of all people.  She’d actually had sex with Younghyun while she had merely kissed Felix.  However, the way Felix kissed her made something stir within her and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. 

With that thought, Eunbyeol slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear.  She gasped slightly, finding herself already warm and slick.  A quick nudge of her panties and she found that she’d very nearly soaked through them at the mere thought of what happened.  Of course, what happened in the closet didn’t help her case at all.  She remembered clamping her legs around his thigh in a desperate attempt to stave off her feelings.  It took all of her self control not to grind down onto his thigh and now she wished she had.  

“ Shit .”  Eunbyeol gasped as she found her center easily and quickly. 

She rubbed small circles on her center, slick with her own arousal.  Her back arched off the bed slightly as she applied pressure and a quiet sigh escaped her lips.  While she was alone and her friends were occupied with something else, she didn’t want to risk making too much noise.  

Pressure rose within her and she gasped at how quickly she was about to topple over the edge.  Eunbyeol figured that she’d been worked up long enough so it shouldn’t be a surprise that she was about to come after only a few minutes.  Eunbyeol imagined Felix here with her again, pressing his body flush against hers and slipping his knee between her thighs.  She imagined his mouth covering hers, sucking on her lips and tongue and neck, just the way he did in the closet.  Eunbyeol craved his weight on her and she wanted to feel him.  She wanted to feel the effect she had on him.  She wondered if she’d worked him up just as much and if he wanted her as much as she wanted him at this moment.  She wondered if she made him hot. 

“ Right there- ”  Eunbyeol hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly imagining someone else’s fingers against her core. 

Eunbyeol pretended that she could feel his hot breath on the side of her neck and face and his nimble fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear.  Just the visual alone brought her that much closer to the edge and she sighed.  For a moment, she wished they hadn’t been interrupted so rudely or that he had followed her to bed, intent on easing the need they both had stewing within them.  Her imagination could only help her along so much and the pure desire to have Felix between her legs made her groan.  Why, of all people, did she feel this way about him ?

She didn’t have time to worry about the ethics of her desire as her inner muscles clenched around nothing.  Eunbyeol sighed, more frustrated than anything that she had to do this herself.  Her high was approaching fast, the sweet feeling of her release building up within her and washing over her entire body.  She could practically taste it in the back of her throat.  The taste of Felix’s tongue lingered on her taste buds.  She squeezed her eyes shut to ignore the noise from outside the door, presumably her friends walking up and down the hall as they got ready for bed.  Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to stifle the whine that bubbled up within her as her peak began to overtake her. 

Her thighs and inner muscles twitched as the wave came to a crest and she released her lip to let out a sigh at the feeling.  However, before her high washed over her, the bedroom door cracked open.  

Light from the hallway streamed in and Eunbyeol’s eyes snapped open and she retracted her hand from her shorts, her high fading quickly.  She gasped and rolled back onto her side, squeezing her eyes closed and pretending to be asleep.  The door opened wider and she could hear the voices of Jiho, Jisung, and Minjeong in the hallway.  Eunbyeol sighed with relief.  Minjeong was a good roommate, Eunbyeol shared a room with her and Jiho when they traveled to Daegu for a dance competition in sophomore year.  Minjeong would keep to herself and she wouldn’t hog the blankets.  Eunbyeol rolled over, grateful that she lucked out with a roommate.

“ Fuck, really ?”  A deep voice whispered.  Eunbyeol’s eyes shot open once more and she glanced over her shoulder and her heart sank into her stomach at the sight of the boy standing in the doorway.  “Come on guys, there’s really no other place for me to sleep?”

“Not unless you want to third wheel us or Ah Joong and Seungmin.”  Jisung shrugged pointedly.  “Honestly, you’re the safest there.  Look, she’s already asleep.  It’s only a few hours!”

“Come on, I can’t take the couch?”  Felix protested.  “I don’t want to bother her.  She’s already had a long day and she doesn’t need me to ruin it any more.”

“Look at you, being all chivalrous and shit.  Just suck it up, you look exhausted.”

“I think Chohui is on the couch, if you wanted to join her instead!”  Jiho suggested and Felic blanched in disgust.

“If I wasn’t about to pass out, I would put up more of a fight, but I swear to god I’m going to kick your ass, Jisung-ah.”  Felix rasped before shutting the door in his face.  

He stood there for a few minutes, breathing slowly and gathering his thoughts.  The last thing he wanted was to fuck up things between them even more.  He wondered how bad sleeping in the same room would be.  Eunbyeol waited for a few minutes until she was sure that the others outside had finally moved on before speaking up.

“Apparently they thought seventeen minutes wasn’t enough, huh?”  Eunbyeol spoke and Felix nearly jumped out of his skin, crying out in surprise to see that she wasn’t asleep. 

“You’re not sleeping?”  Felix tried, his question coming out more like a statement. 

“No.”  Eunbyeol sighed, subtly wiping her damp fingers on her shorts before sliding her legs over the side of the bed.  “What the hell do they think is going to happen if they keep putting us in a room together?  I, personally, don’t see us making up.”

“Making up?”  Felix scoffed.  “I could never imagine such generosity from you.”

“Please, don’t pretend like you’re an innocent little angel either.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes and rose to her feet.  She started to move past him to the door, but he grasped her wrist and pulled her to a stop.

“What, do you think that I’d do this if I had any other choice?” 

“Christ.  First they expect us to get all cozy in that stupid closet and now they expect us to spend the night together?  I don’t think I could spend another second with your stupid... fucking... ears and your dumb face.  I’m gonna go find a warm section of floor to sleep on or something.”  Eunbyeol tried to pull out of his grasp but his grip tightened and he pulled her to face him.  Felix moved just right to put his body between her and the door.  He chose to ignore her sloppy insults, figuring that she was just tired. 

“First of all, we did get comfortable in the closet, in case you forgot already.  I don’t intend to let you ignore it after you ignored it the first time we did that.  Second of all, if you’re stuck in here with me then I’m definitely stuck in here with you.  Let’s just suffer through it for one night.  Sharing the bed can’t be that bad, can it?”  

“Don’t expect me to get comfortable again, pretty boy.”  Eunbyeol sneered, trying to pull her wrist away but he was stronger than he looked.  “Look, I don’t know about you but I’m too fucking tired to argue with those assholes or with you.  You can sleep on the floor.”

“I’m getting real tired of your attitude.”  Felix’s voice dropped an octave when he switched from speaking Korean to English and he pulled her a step closer.  Wordlessly, he reached back and turned the lock on the doorknob.  Eunbyeol’s eyes widened but she didn’t protest.  “It’s like you’re begging me to fuck it out of you.”

“I bet you’d like that, huh?  You boys are all the same, thinking with the wrong brain.”  Eunbyeol leaned closer to him once he faced her again, staring at him with anger brewing in her eyes.  At least, she hoped that her slight interest in his proposal wasn’t apparent on her face.  After she’d failed to satisfy the aching within her, she needed relief somehow.  “Unfortunately for you, you’ll never get the chance.”

“So, you don’t like it when I touch you like this?”  Felix reached for her, his body taking action before his brain could give it the stamp of approval.  Despite his exhaustion after the long day weighing down his muscles, his need to touch her weighed his heart down more. 

Felix dropped her wrist in favor of curling his hand around her waist to the small of her back and his other hand slipped to the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him.  Eunbyeol’s hands snapped up, finding purchase on his shoulders to keep their chests a few inches apart.  Despite the anger bubbling under the surface, her body wanted more.  Her skin warmed under his touch and her thighs clenched at the thought of getting what she’d fantasized about only a few minutes ago.  Felix’s eyes were dark from the intensity and Eunbyeol’s mind raced as she tried to figure out her next move.  In the closet, the last look he’d given her had been so desperate and nowhere near the look of angry horniess that radiated off of him now.  What happened? 

“I’m with Younghyun.”  She forced the words from her throat but he scoffed in response. 

“You just said you weren’t exclusive with him.  Besides, it didn’t seem to bother you when you were hanging off of me in the closet.”  

“What has gotten into your tiny little head tonight?”  Eunbyeol breathed. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”  Felix cocked his head and pulled her against him harder, leaning down to whisper in her ear with the deepest version of his voice.  “ You have. ”

“ Shit. ”  Eunbyeol tensed in his arms against her will and she wondered if she would have the bandwidth to refuse him.  Never in a million years did she think that Felix of all people would be propositioning her, and more than that she never thought that she would be considering it. 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you again.”  Felix breathed, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he spoke.  “I was just thinking about how I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands off you if we ever got to be alone again.”

A few weeks ago, if someone told her that she would want to kiss him again just as badly, she would have laughed at them.  There’s no way she could ever want to kiss Lee Felix on his obnoxiously perfect lips or want him so much.  She’d spent at least the last ten years hating the guy.  Despite how much she despised him, Eunbyeol found herself curling closer to his body against her will.  She cursed her body for betraying her mind.  The cliche of being in a locked room together was almost too much but she didn’t have it in her to care. 

“This is a bad idea.”  Eunbyeol managed to whisper and Felix chuckled darkly against the skin of her neck as he peppered light kisses on her skin, the noise vibrating through her, before he pulled back to look her in the eye.  His breath tickled her lips as he spoke. 

“Forcing us in another room together?  Yeah, probably.  Does Younghyun kiss you as good as I do?”  Felix’s question hung in the air for a second as it turned over in Eunbyeol’s tired brain.  Felix smirked.  “He doesn’t, huh?  Does he know you like it when you get your hair pulled or when I bite your lip?”

Felix tugged lightly at the hair at the base of her neck to prove a point, pulling her head back slightly and Eunbyeol’s lips parted in a silent gasp.  Felix chased her, leaning down to hover his mouth a few short centimeters away from hers.  He watched her for a moment, waiting to see consent in her eyes before he took things further.  Despite talking big, he at least respected her boundaries.  That much she could give him.  

Turmoil swirled in her eyes as she debated whether or not to go forward with it again.  Could she do this again?  Eunbyeol hadn’t thought she could go through with kissing him in the closet, but something within her gave in.  Would the same thing happen now?  Could she go through with what her body craved so badly?

“He cares about me.”  Eunbyeol choked, but it didn’t appear to deter Felix in the slightest. 

“Now every time you kiss someone else, I bet you’ll be thinking of me, huh?  I just know it.  Look at how you can’t stop looking at my lips.”  Felix rambled on, content on indulging his own fantasies more than the truth.  However, Felix had no idea just how true his statement was. 

“Felix...”  She whispered and Felix pulled back slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern more than anger. 

“Can I kiss you?”  Felix whispered, as if he hadn’t had his tongue down her throat barely an hour ago.

“Felix... I think...”  Eunbyeol swallowed thickly, unable to believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth.  “I think we should sleep off the alcohol.  I’ve had an eighteen hour day.  I can’t do this anymore.”

Felix’s grip loosened immediately, letting his fingers graze the skin of her neck and waist for a moment longer before pulling away completely.  His hands fell to his sides and Eunbyeol dropped hers and turned away from him.  Eunbyeol turned to the bed and pretended to fix the blankets a little.  She didn’t think she could stomach changing the parameters of their relationship anymore.  If they did anything physically like that, they would have to actually put a label on it.  She wasn’t interested in being involved with Lee Felix anymore than she already was.  

“I’m sorry.”  Felix breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.  Eunbyeol pretended not to hear him.

“There are enough pillows on the floor, you can sleep there.”  Eunbyeol cleared her throat, reaching to the other side of the bed and grabbing one of the larger pillows to pass to him.

“Hell no, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”  Felix shook his head.  “My back already hurts.  And besides, I won today so I should get the bed.”

“As if.  I’m certainly not sleeping on the floor.  I lost today, so you should let me have it.”  

“Would you murder me if I suggest that we just share it?  It’s big enough to where we can stick to either side.  Besides, I don’t snore so you’ll forget I’m even there.”  Felix argued his case and Eunbyeol pretended to consider it for a few seconds. 

“Absolutely not.  Why would I want to share a bed with someone who just said he wanted to fuck me?”  Eunbyeol snapped, turning to him and crossing her arms over her chest.  She suddenly wished that she hadn’t taken her bra off.  

“I swear that I won’t touch you.”  Felix’s hands flew up as if to show her that he had control over them.  “I won’t touch you ever again if that’s what you want.  Look, there are enough pillows to make a wall.  You don’t even have to look at me.”

“Fuck this, I’ll just go find a place on the floor to sleep.”  Eunbyeol pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.  “Goodnight, Felix.”

“Come on, now.”  His voice softened and he stepped between her and the door.  “You look exhausted.  Let’s just build the Wall of China with that ridiculous amount of decorative pillows and go to sleep.  We’re both clearly way too tired for this.”

“Damn it.”  Eunbyeol squeezed her eyes shut, her exhaustion making them tear up a little.  Felix, for once, had a point.  Her entire body ached and she longed to just lay down and sleep.  The idea of searching the apartment for another place to sleep made her even more tired.  “Okay, fine, but I swear to god if there is any funny business, you’ll be sleeping on the bathroom floor in record time.”

“Oh, thank you!  I promise I’ll be good!”  Felix clasped his hands together before making a dive for the pillows that Eunbyeol had thrown on the floor haphazardly. 

“Whatever.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes but ultimately moved over to grab a couple pillows to help him build the barrier.  She paused to pull her hair back into a ponytail and got to work.

Together, they located the center of the bed and carefully arranged the pillows to allow for optimum space on the mattress to sleep without feeling walled in.  For the second time in their lives, Felix and Eunbyeol collaborated on a task together.  The decorative pillows were in many shapes and sizes, which made for really awkward building blocks.  However, Felix used the larger pillows as a foundation for the others and they slowly built it from large to small.  The wall would only come to about their knees in terms of length and they could still somewhat see over it when they laid down, but it was better than nothing.  Eunbyeol figured this was more than enough to keep him away from her. 

“Do you snore?”  Eunbyeol demanded as she slipped back under the blankets.  Her head spun with the fact that in mere moments, Felix would be under the same blankets. 

“No one’s ever told me one way or the other.”  Felix shrugged, making his way to the other side of the bed and hesitating.  “Do you?”

“I don’t think I snore too badly.”  Eunbyeol shrugged.  “If you do snore-”

“I’ll be sleeping on the floor in the bathroom before I can protest, yes I know.”  Felix eyed the bedsheets and pulled at the hem of his t-shirt.  He shifted from foot to foot, wondering just how he was supposed to survive the next eight hours. 

“Aren’t you getting in?”  

“I... I dunno.  I don’t... exactly sleep in jeans.” 

“I’d say I wouldn’t wish sleeping in jeans on my worst enemy, but...”  

“Or... anything for that matter.”

“Ew!”  Eunbyeol threw one of the top decorative pillows at him but he caught it easily.  His face burned a deep shade of scarlet.  

“I just... don’t think I’ll be comfortable.” 

“Lee Felix, we’re already doing this ridiculous thing I’ve literally only ever seen on TV.  Sleeping with clothes on shouldn’t be that much of an issue.”  Eunbyeol crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him.  Felix held the pillow to his chest as he shifted his weight.  He eyed the bed for a few minutes before glancing up at her with pleading eyes. 

“Come on...”

“Fine.”  Eunbyeol swallowed thickly.  “You can pick one.  Either your shirt or your jeans can come off, but not both.  Just... don’t make me watch.”

With that, Eunbyeol sank under the blankets and covered her head with them.  Despite not being able to see him, she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to drown out the outside world.  She silently cursed every single event leading up to this moment and she wondered what kind of horrible thing she did in her past life to deserve her own personal hell.  Or at least being trapped in this bedroom with him.  Her eyes and her thighs squeezed together even tighter at the quiet sound of Felix’s metal zipper and the shuffling of fabric as he pushed his pants down his legs. 

“Wait, I thought you weren’t wearing underwear!”  Eunbyeol gasped at the noise. 

“Jisung gave me a pair of his earlier and told me I disgusted him.”  Felix offered a weak explanation. 

Then, against her will, the bed dipped on the other side and her entire body tensed.  Despite her exhaustion, Eunbyeol was suddenly unsure if she would be able to get any sleep tonight at all.  Her face burned and she wondered if it was due in part to Felix being here or because her head was still buried under the blankets.  The idea of Felix being in the same bed was more than enough to drive her to the edge and now she was forced to face the reality of it.  She hoped that she would never have to deal with this, but the world was against her.  The blankets rustled and the bed shook as Felix adjusted and carefully inspected the wall of pillows between them.  He cleared his throat and slowly slipped deeper into the bed until he laid completely horizontally.  

Only once she was sure that he was completely settled did Eunbyeol pull her face out from under the blankets.  She laid on her back, staring up at the plain white ceiling for a few minutes, focusing on the pace of her breathing and trying to keep it a desynced with his as possible.  She glanced over at the wall of pillows and for a brief moment she wondered what he looked like on the other side.  Instinctively, her tongue darted out to run over her lower lip and she winced immediately.  Eunbyeol let out a heaving sigh and turned her gaze back to the ceiling. 

“Are you okay?”  Felix’s low voice almost made her gasp in surprise.  She hadn’t expected him to speak again.

“Um, yeah.  Are you?”  

“Yeah.  I’m fine.  Well... goodnight, I guess.”  Felix cleared his throat.  “Are you going to leave the light on?”

“Do you want me to leave it on?”  Eunbyeol glanced up at the lamp on the side table that cast a soft golden glow through the room.  

“It’s whatever you wanna do, but I’d prefer it off.”  

“Oh, I’ll turn it off.  I left it on so my roommate wouldn’t have to creep around.”  Eunbyeol rolled over and reached for the switch.  In seconds, the room plunged into darkness.

“Well...”  Felix trailed off for a few seconds.  “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”  Eunbyeol cleared her throat and settled down so her back faced the wall of pillows. 

It took a few seconds for her eyes to close, but eventually they grew too heavy to keep open.  Despite the barrier between them, she could sense where his weight dipped into the mattress.  The soft sound of his steady breathing filled the air and she found herself unable to pay attention to anything else.  The apartment stayed silent beyond the door of the guest room, and Eunbyeol figured that the others finally went to bed themselves.  

For the first time since they were kids, Eunbyeol found herself on an even plane with Felix.  Both literally and metaphorically.  Nearly everything was out in the open between them, although there were some things Eunbyeol kept to herself.  If their time in the closet had proved anything, it was that her feelings for him weren’t entirely negative.  She couldn’t completely tell what those feelings were specifically, but she almost didn’t want to explore them.  Something about the way Felix touched her made her think that maybe he didn’t entirely hate her either.  

Felix’s fingers were soft to the touch, and despite the roughness of his mouth he never once matched it with his hands.  Sure, he held on tight, but not with intent to bruise or to hurt.  He touched her as if he was touching a precious work of art as opposed to her skin.  His lips behaved similarly, even at the apex of the intensity he hadn’t kissed her with an end goal in mind.  Maybe he talked big, but Eunbyeol realized with a quiet gasp that Felix never had any intention to follow through.  If she’d gone along with it then maybe he would have, but his kisses and touches weren’t meant to persuade her.  Something about that thought made her warm up a little more.  She blamed it on the wall of pillows, which helped contain her body heat under the blankets.  

However, before she could think about it too much more, her brain began to drift.  Her thoughts lingered on the events of the evening, the games they played, and the overall event of the talent show.  Had the competition really happened that afternoon?  A million years had passed since then.  A million years since Younghyun had touched her.  Eunbyeol forced herself to think about the bear hug he’d given her after she danced, reminding herself that she liked him way more than Lee Felix... Before she knew it, Eunbyeol drifted off, finding happiness in her dreams.

Endless doors, leading to endless new places.  Through the first one, Eunbyeol finds the auditorium where they’d performed only a few hours ago.  On stage, her friends dance without her and she tries to get up to them.  The stairs are blocked by something she cannot make out, so she tries the stage door.  

The stage door leads her to the classroom.  Outside the window, it’s dark and stormy but she feels each roll of thunder deep in her core.  Eunbyeol wondered why she could feel the storm within her and she moved to look out the window.  In the courtyard, someone stood with her pink umbrella keeping them dry from the rain.  Somehow, Eunbyeol knew she had to try to get to them. 

The door to the classroom normally slid side to side, but this time it was stuck.  She pushed it and moved her hands around until her hands came in contact with a doorknob.  Strange.  Her classroom door didn’t have one.  Despite that, Eunbyeol turned it and pushed through. 

Through the classroom door, she found herself in a dark hallway.  The only light streamed in from a crack in an open door a few steps away.  Eunbyeol floated down the hallway towards the light, sure that the next door would take her somewhere new.  Eunbyeol placed her hand on the door and pushed it open slightly. 

Through the small gap, Ah Joong’s bathroom came into view and at first glance it was empty.  But then she heard it. 

“A-ah!  Fuck!”  A deep voice called from within.  Eunbyeol paused, not pushing the door open any further.  Carefully, she peered through the crack in the door and her eyes widened in surprise. 

Felix stood in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet with one hand on the wall to support himself.  Eunbyeol glanced away, pressing her back against the wall next to the door, thinking that she’d suddenly walked in on something disgusting, but then he made another noise.  A low groan came from the back of his throat, along with a quiet gasp that Eunbyeol wouldn’t have paid much attention to if it hadn’t been her name. 

“Eunbyeol-ah...”  Felix sighed.  

Curiosity is a fickle thing.  Once someone wants to know something, the itch never really goes away until it’s satiated and they learn what they set out to.  For Eunbyeol, the curiosity began when she sensed Felix keeping his pelvis away from her when they were in the closet.  When something nudged her hip bone when he held her in their temporarily shared bedroom, her mouth watered with curiosity.  Despite her turning him down, it wasn’t that she didn’t want it.  

Slowly, Eunbyeol peered around the corner into the bathroom.  She half expected the dream to change and for the bathroom door to lead somewhere else.  However, there he stood.  Felix with his toned legs and his pale blue t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame.  Eunbyeol’s gaze traveled down the expanse of his jaw to his neck, which shimmered with a light sheen of sweat.  Eunbyeol’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, but it was no use.  Her mouth ran dry as her eyes drifted lower. 

Felix’s boxers were pushed down below his hips, just enough for him to have his rock hard cock pulled out and his hand wrapped around it.  Eunbyeol swallowed thickly as she watched Felix’s hand pump his own length, occasionally giving special attention to his light pink head.  Her mouth watered as she eyed his light brown cock, wondering just how she could dream it up with such realism.  Had she really wanted him this badly all day?

“Fuck just like that...”  Felix moaned.

The persistent throb in her lower belly had yet to go away.  Somehow she’d managed to fall asleep, but this was an unfortunate side effect of going to bed horny and without the orgasm she’d tried for before she went to sleep.  She wanted to touch him.  She wanted to feel the heat of him in her hands, in her mouth, and between her legs.  She wanted Felix’s fingers curled around her throat while his other hand made its way into her underwear.  She wanted him to tell her how wet she was and all for him.  Eunbyeol wanted to touch him the same, to feel the way his hot skin burned under her touch.  She ached to hear his deep groans in her ear. 

“Eunbyeol-ah...”  Felix moaned again.

Before her brain could stop her voice box, Eunbyeol responded.  Besides, it was a dream, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Yes?” her voice came out like a gasp.  

Felix let out a strangled gasp and he turned away from her.  He roughly pulled his underwear back up and hid his pretty cock from her.  Eunbyeol stepped into the bathroom almost as if her brain was working on autopilot and kicked the door shut behind her.  Felix shuffled a step away but she took another one toward him.  

“What the hell are you doing?”  Felix’s low voice rumbled through the small room, sending a wave of heat through her. 

“You called for me?  Do you want help with that?”  Eunbyeol nodded to where Felix was using both of his hands to cover his hard-on. 

“I... what?”  Felix stared at her like she’d just arrived from Mars. 

“Looks like you were getting close.  Would you rather it was my hand?  Is that why you called out my name?”  Eunbyeol’s bold words made Felix do a double take.  

“I... it’s not what it looks like!  I just-”

“You sure you don’t want my help?”  Eunbyeol took another step forward, but this time Felix didn’t back away.  She advanced until she was a mere breath away from him.  Her hands reached up and rested on his chest.  “Do you want me to touch you?”

“I... yes...”  Felix’s breath fanning across her face. 

Slowly, Eunbyeol moved her hands lower and lower down his chest.  Her fingers pressed into every dip and swell of his abs on the way down.  Felix let out a groan when her fingers grazed the band of his underwear.  Her nails caught on the top of the band and she snapped the elastic against his skin slightly before shifting lower.  Eunbyeol pressed her palm into his clothed cock and he let out a moan that sounded half like a sob. 

“You’re so sensitive.”  Eunbyeol complimented, shifting forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.  Since it was a dream, she decided to tell him her thoughts.  “You know, I wanted so badly to let you take my clothes off earlier...  I wanted to let you touch me and kiss me in secret places.”

“Fuck, sweetheart...”  Felix huffed.  He tucked his nose into her neck to press his lips onto the mark he’d created earlier.  

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you and take your pretty cock into my mouth.”  Eunbyeol breathed.  Instantly, a warm dampness stickied her fingers as she pumped his cock through his underwear.  For a moment, she thought he’d cum from her words alone but when she refocused she found it to be only precum.  “You’d like that, huh?”

“God, yes.  Please... touch me.”  

Eunbyeol, all propriety thrown out the window, slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers to grip his hard on.  Instantly, Felix let out a keening moan.  His hands moved to curl around her and pull her against him.  Eunbyeol worked her hand up and down his shaft, using her thumb to spread his warm precum around.  Felix kept releasing light gasps and quiet moans into the skin of her neck.  

“Don’t keep your hands all to yourself, Yongbok...”  Eunbyeol used her free hand to grab one of his.  She easily guided it to the waistband of her sleep shorts.  His fingers grazed the skin of her stomach.  “Feel what you do to me.”

“Really?  What in the hell has gotten into you tonight?”  Felix rasped against her skin.

“Isn’t it obvious?”  Eunbyeol mirrored the words he’d used in the bedroom only moments before.  She whispered them directly into the shell of his ear.  “You have.” 

With that, Felix slid his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, pushed his way under her panties and let her warm slick coat his fingers.  His fingers danced through her folds, coated in her thick arousal.  He spread it around, rubbing in small circles until he found the spot that made her gasp.  He rolled her clit between two fingers and her knees began to tremble.  Eunbyeol released a desperate gasp and turned to press her lips against his neck .  The saltiness of his sweat coated her tongue but it was nowhere near enough.  She wanted to taste more of him.

She rubbed her thumb into his tip deeply, causing him to moan.  She was positive that this Dream Felix could feel her gush even more wetness on his fingers at the noise.  She pulled her hand from his boxers and pulled her head away to make eye contact with him.  She looked him deep in the eye as she stuck her tongue out and sucked on the tip of her thumb, lapping up his precum readily.  Felix followed her lead and pulled his hand from her shorts.   He mirrored her, sticking his fingers into his mouth to taste her.  His eyes darkened immediately when her taste hit his tongue.

“Fuck,”  Felix moaned.  

In one swift movement, Felix looped his arms around her and turned her around to press her against the wall of the small bathroom.  He removed one of his hands from around her to push her shorts and panties down her thighs before moving to glide through her folds again.  This time, he didn’t stop at her clit and pushed one of his fingers past her entrance.  She moaned out at the intrusion and her head fell back against the wall.  She closed her eyes, letting the all-too-real feeling of the dream wash over her. 

Eunbyeol replaced her hand as well.  She pushed his boxers down his legs so as to not strain her wrist and wrapped her hand around his cock once more.  

For a few sinful moments, all that mattered was her hand on Felix’s dick and his fingers inside her.  In the realm of the dream, she could indulge in the fantasy of wanting him so badly she could barely contain herself.  She wished they were laying down so they could take their time together, but when the heel of Felix’s hand ground into her clit she knew she would have to cum now.  This couldn’t wait. 

“Ugh, your hand feels so much better than mine...”  Felix mumbled into her ear.  His teeth nipped at her earlobe before moving to nip against the mark he’d made on her neck earlier.  “I love seeing you all marked up for me.”

“Felix, don’t stop.” Her voice grew a little high pitched the closer she got to falling over the edge.

Eunbyeol let out a gasp when the tips of his fingers hit a sweet spot inside her.  She rolled her hips forward and Felix took the sign to seek out the same spot again. Eunbyeol worked her hand along his length a little quicker.  She made it a point to squeeze the pretty pink head of his cock every time she passed it.  Each squeeze made Felix moan deliciously in her ear and buck his hips into her hand.  

They moved together, gyrating their hips into the other’s hand as they desperately chased the friction.  Felix began to pant wetly into her ear and she had an idea of what that might mean.  His moans grew higher pitched the closer he got to his release and his fingers stuttered within her as he tried to keep it together.  Eunbyeol, on the other hand, was beginning to clench and twitch on his fingers as her climax grew.  She whined desperately when Felix pulled his digits out of her in favor of circling her clit.  However, when Eunbyeol bucked into his hand he got the idea and pushed two fingers back inside her drenched center. 

“You’re dripping all over my hand, sweetheart.”  Felix’s low voice reverberated through her,  “I can’t wait to drink you up.”

“I’m gonna-”  Eunbyeol let out a strained gasp as her core tightened. 

“Do it, sweetheart.  Cum on my hand and let everyone know how good I make you feel.”  Felix dipped back down to suck on her neck and that was all it took. 

A wave of red heat washed over her and Eunbyeol moaned loudly, like he requested.  Her head fell back onto the wall.  The movements of her hand faltered as Felix pumped his fingers into her tight hole to ride out her high.  Her walls clenched and fluttered as they took the overstimulation.  

“God, you’re so tight and you clench so hard!  I wish that was my cock instead.”  

At his words, Eunbyeol took to focusing on his pleasure.  She wanted to make Dream Felix feel as good as he’d just made her feel.  After the most vivid dream orgasm she’d ever had, she wanted to make him cum, too.  As Eunbyeol pumped him harder, Felix’s own hand faltered until he couldn’t focus well enough to keep pleasuring her.  She didn’t care.  She looked down at the space between them where her hand worked him.  She swirled her tongue in her mouth to gather enough saliva before spitting it into her hand.  Felix moaned again at the extra lubrication.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,”  Felix muttered.  He retracted his hand and wrapped his arms around her to hold her as close as possible while still giving her room to work with him.

“I want you to cum.  I wanna taste it.”  Eunbyeol whispered sensually into his ear. 

Getting an idea, Felix brought the hand he used to fuck her up to his face.  He stuck his tongue out and slid his index and middle finger past his lips.  Her sweet taste immediately coated his tongue.  Somehow that was all it took.  

A keening moan ripped out of him and he threw his head back as white ropes of cum shot onto Eunbyeol’s hand and thighs.  Felix moaned what she thought was her name but she was too far gone to hear him properly.  His jaw flexed and Adam's apple bobbed.  His eyes squeezed shut and his beautiful lips glistened with the remainder of her release.  She really hoped she would remember this dream in the morning.  Felix thrusted weakly into her hand a few more times to ride out the orgasm before Eunbyeol finally moved her hand away. 

They made eye contact as Eunbyeol brought her hand to her lips and lapped up the drops of pearly cum that landed on her skin.  Felix watched her with hooded eyes.  She stared at him through her lashes.  She hummed at his salty taste and Felix thought for sure he could cum again.  

With that thought, Felix immediately dropped to his knees.  Eunbyeol gasped at the loss of his body heat, but she had enough of it herself to keep a whole city warm during winter.  Felix gently grabbed the sides of her thighs before slowly leaning in to kiss her skin.  He peppered dozens of kisses on each thigh, sticking his tongue out every so often to taste his salty cum mixed with the sweetness of her skin.  His hands moved lower until they curled in the waistband of her shorts and underwear.  He looked up at her as he trailed his kisses closer and closer to her core, as if asking permission to touch her more. 

“Felix...”  Eunbyeol squirmed in his touch.  He landed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her hip, where her leg met her waist.  “Felix, wait...”

Felix retracted his mouth and looked up at her, waiting for permission.  Permission that she wasn’t ready to grant. 

“Can I taste you?”

“I... I can’t... I have to... I can’t do this.”  Eunbyeol took her shorts and underwear from him and pulled them up over her hips.  Felix rose to his feet, but she couldn’t stay here any longer. 

Felix let her go without saying another word.

Eunbyeol threw open the bathroom door and found herself in a grassy meadow.

            The clouds painted beautiful pictures on their canvas of sapphire blue.  The sun beamed through the trees, turning the leaves various shades of green and gold.  Eunbyeol made her way to a blanket in the middle of the meadow and laid down on it.

The red and white checkered blanket beneath her made a soft barrier between her body and the plush green grass beneath her.  Various species of pink and red flowers dotted the grassy area between the trees.  The picnic basket beside her overflowed with fruit, mostly apples and pears that spilled out over the blanket.  For some reason, the basket also had a large plastic bottle of coca-cola sticking out of it, though there were no drinking glasses in sight.  Deer and rabbits meandered around the small clearing, sometimes moving closer to the blanket but never stepping foot on it.  A tiger wove in and out of the trees but for some reason, its presence didn’t alarm her.  

Eunbyeol sighed contentedly, draping her forearm over her eyes to block out the sun.  The warm breeze tickled her skin and she wondered if it was maybe a little too warm.  She made no move to get up and leave her sanctuary.  The voices of her friends came and went, moving into the space and encouraging her to get up and join them as they ventured somewhere else but Eunbyeol had no desire to move.

“Come on, there’s a sale at the makeup store!”  Ah Joong called from the left. 

“Eunbyeol-ah, we have to study for finals!”  Chohui cried from above. 

“You’re going to be late for dance practice!”  Jiho reminded her from the right.  

“My love, let’s get some rest, you deserve it.”  Younghyun’s voice cut through the calls of the others.  “Don’t open your eyes, dear.  Sleep.”

Gentle hands cupped the back of her head and lifted it up a little.  She adjusted to let someone slide their body under hers.  Moments later, Younghyun’s strong thigh served as a pillow for her and she settled in.  Eunbyeol turned onto her side and hummed in delight when he began to thread his fingers through her hair.  Younghyun stroked her hair slowly, sometimes letting his thumb sweep over her cheek.  She relaxed fully into his touch.  She nuzzled into his thigh.  Somehow her exhaustion from the outside world pressed down on her even in the sleeping world.  

Birds sang in the trees and the warm breeze blew the floral, orangey scent from the flowers into her face.  Eunbyeol never wanted to leave.  Between the warm sun, soft blankets, abundance of fruit, and laying in Younghyun’s embrace, Eunbyeol wondered for a moment if she went to heaven.  It was as if laying here under the sun with him and the orgasm she’d just had lifted the weight of the world from her shoulders. 

Her eyes opened for a moment to look up at the boy.  Through blurry lenses, she could make out his lean form and his arm extending towards her.  His soft fingers caressed her skin, warming it under his touch and she leaned into him.  Eunbyeol’s heavy eyes closed again and she descended into the darkness.  Night began to creep into her serene meadow, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the pair.  Younghyun continued to caress her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. 

“You did so well today.  You’re so beautiful, you know that?  I wish I could tell you that more often, but I’m afraid to.  I’m so proud of you, and I want so badly to call you mine.  Wow, I like you so much, sometimes it scares me.  I want to be with you more than you know.  No, no, don’t wake up, darling.  Go back to sleep, beautiful, you deserve to rest.”  Younghyun mumbled, his voice taking on a rich timbre.  

His hand came to rest on her cheek, which somehow helped her fall deeper into her in-dream trance.  Eunbyeol sighed deeply, allowing herself the moment without any thought of the outside world.  She shifted closer to his body and reached for him, not wanting to keep her hands to herself anymore.  Her hand rested on his firm thigh, unable to reach much higher.  

Like this, she laid with him and listened to the steady chirping of the crickets and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees.  

The sun peeked over the horizon all too soon. 

Eunbyeol shifted, letting the blankets ride up over her shoulder a little more.  The white light of day seeped beneath her eyelids, warning her that daytime finally arrived.  She groaned quietly, wishing that the guest room had slightly thicker curtains.  She squeezed her eyes closed in an attempt to block out the morning light.  Eunbyeol drifted off for a few more minutes like this before she instinctively started to turn to face away from the window since the wall of pillows did nothing to shield her from the sun. 

However, a hand on her cheek kept her firmly in place and prevented her from rolling over.  Eunbyeol let out a quiet gasp, suddenly afraid to open her eyes.  Her eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds before she risked slightly opening one eye.  Immediately, both eyes shot open and she swallowed thickly when she realized just whose hand kept her in place.  

Felix laid on his side with both hands extended out towards her.  His eyes remained closed and his breath stayed even.  Eunbyeol breathed a sigh of relief to find him still asleep.  Through the night, the Wall of China between them collapsed.  The pillows were shoved down, forming a pile at the foot of the bed.  Felix somehow had one of them shoved between his knees.  One of his arms was tucked under her neck and her cheek rested on his forearm.  His other arm extended over and somehow during the night his palm found home on her cheek.

Eunbyeol’s eyes widened as she followed the path of her own arm, suddenly realizing that it wasn’t curled into her chest.  Instead, it tangled with his in the gap between them and her hand rested on his chest.  His muscles were firm under her fingers and she was suddenly glad that he’d chosen to keep his shirt on.  

Despite the awkwardly angled touches between them, Felix’s eyes were closed and his breathing was even.  His pink lips were slightly parted to let his shallow breath in and out.  His chest heaved and sank beneath her fingers.  Felix’s brown locks hung in his face and over his eyes, but didn’t do much to conceal his dainty eyelashes or sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks.  

She watched him for a moment as he slept, ignoring the odd pressure of his hand on her face.  Eunbyeol did her best to keep her breathing even, despite the fact that her heart rate was beginning to climb.  It wasn’t as if this was the first time they’d been so close in the last twenty four hours, but something about it struck her as something unique to them.  As far as she could remember, Felix didn’t make much of a habit of touching her but last night had apparently unlocked something in him.  

Before they went to sleep, he said he’d never touch her again in order to sleep in the bed with her and she was surprised with how quickly he went back on his word.  It was as if he wasn’t afraid to touch her anymore.  Like something had been holding him back and now it was gone.  She almost didn’t mind... for some reason.  After the dream she had last night, she craved his touch almost as much as he apparently craved her.  She wondered if she imagined the sweet smell of sex lingering between them.

Felix stirred suddenly and his eyebrows furrowed.  Eunbyeol’s eyes snapped shut and she held as still as possible for a moment, waiting for him to move again.  She breathed as quietly as possible, forcing away an instinctive wince when Felix shifted.  The soft navy sheets bent to his will as he leaned half an inch closer, causing his hand to move slightly along her cheek.  His grip there didn’t feel deliberate, as if he was simply stretching his arms out and her face happened to be in the way of his natural trajectory.  If that truly was the case, she wondered how his other arm managed to slip under her neck.  

Eunbyeol kept her eyes closed as Felix’s muscles tensed and relaxed under her own unconscious touch.  From the way his breath heaved, she realized she was not the only one coming out of sleep.  She hoped that maybe, just maybe, Felix would awaken to see their predicament and leave the situation first.  Perhaps then maybe she could escape their entanglement with some dignity.  She hoped that perhaps sleep would reclaim her and she would wake up and this encounter would turn out to be a dream.  

Fate, however, did not seem to be on her side.  Just when she thought that maybe it was a false alarm and Felix was still asleep, his thumb moved.  The first brush made her think for one last second that he was still waking up, but then his hand shifted again.  

Felix’s fingers traced her cheek slowly.  The pads of his fingers gently brushed her cheek.  He followed the line of her cheekbone and his digits danced over the arch of her ear, trailing back down along her jaw.  Eunbyeol tried to keep her breath steady but a gasp caught in her throat when his soft fingers cupped her cheek again, his palm pressing flush against her skin.

“Are you sleeping?”  Felix murmured, his husky morning voice causing a chemical reaction within her that she wasn’t interested in.  “I guess you are.”

For a moment, they stayed still like this.  Eunbyeol kept her eyes closed and Felix kept his hand on her face.  Against her will, her hand tensed against where she had it pressed to his chest.  At this, Felix jumped slightly and the pillow dipped as if he was suddenly noticing her hand for the first time.  

“What the...”  Felix continued, careful to keep his voice low so as not to wake her,  “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one reaching out at least...  I wish we could stay like this all day...”

Sorry what?  I don’t think I caught that.  Eunbyeol wanted to retort, but she also kind of wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you really asleep?”  He paused for a moment.  “Okay, good.  I just wanted to say... I meant it... everything I said.  Everything we did meant something to me.  I’m sorry, I know I keep talking and I know you don’t like that but... I can’t help it.  I really wish you didn’t hate me and I wish it didn’t have to be like this.  You... you’re so...”  His grip on her tightened slightly and Eunbyeol wasn’t sure how long she could keep on acting.  “And sometimes I wonder if I even deserve positive feelings from you at all.  I know I’ve done some stupid shit and I know you have your things, but I can’t help it.  I don’t want to let you go.  I hate that you hate me, and I wish I could just-”

“HEY!”  Jisung’s loud voice materialized outside the door, followed by a few loud bangs that caused both kids to nearly jump out of their skins.  Eunbyeol’s eyes shot open and she turned to look at the door, ignoring the warm imprint of Felix’s hand on her cheek.  Felix took the opportunity to pull his other arm out from under her.  “Wake up, lovebirds!  Ah Joong has pancake mix but she’s burned like three batches and I have it on good authority that you make good pancakes.”

“What the hell?”  Felix called back,  “Seungmin and I burned the shit out of the last batch we made.”

“So you guys are awake!  Jagiya, I told you they’d be awake!”

“We’re awake now !”  Eunbyeol protested, faking a massive yawn that steadily turned into a real one over its duration.  

“Yo, Felix.”  Jisung continued, his cadence changing somewhat as he spoke his next words in English.  “Why is the door locked?”

At this, Felix and Eunbyeol looked at each other with wide eyes.  They suddenly realized that neither of them remembered to unlock the door.  As the air between them thickened, they came to a silent agreement that it was probably for the best anyway.  Both of them averted their eyes at the same time.  Felix’s gaze shifted past her to the door as if he could actually see Jisung.

“None of your business.  Leave me alone and I’ll be out in a few minutes to help.”  Felix called back. 

“Guys!”  Jisung’s voice already sounded distant.  “The door was locked!  I think that maybe Felix and Eunbyeol...”

“Oh god.”  Eunbyeol curled into a ball, threading her fingers through her hair to tug at it.  “Oh god, they think we slept with each other!”

“We did .”  Felix reminded her, rotating his wrists as if to wake up his hands.  

“Well we didn’t have sex like Jisung is telling them all.”  Eunbyeol grimaced and Felix rolled his eyes to hide the pang in his heart.  

“Well, it’s not like we didn’t do anything.   We’ll just tell them we didn’t fuck, it’s no big deal.”  Felix shrugged, rolling over to grab his pants from the floor where he’d laid them out the previous night.  A thought crossed his mind, Is being with me really that disgusting to you?   He swallowed it down. 

“Please, it’s not like we got that far.  I think my crotch touched your thigh for like ten seconds last night.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.  Felix glanced up at her and cocked his head.  Another, horrifying thought occurred to her.  “Oh god, do you think that was their intention all along?”  

“I think they locked us in a closet and assigned us to use the same bedroom for shits and giggles.”  Felix rolled his eyes.

“Those sly bastards!”  Eunbyeol hissed, pulling the blankets to her chest.  “Thank god nothing happened last night outside of that stupid closet.”

“Nothing happened-”  He paused, “I mean, yeah.  Thank goodness.  Did... um... were you awake at all before Jisung knocked?” 

“No.”  Eunbyeol swallowed and she turned away from him when he gave her a pointed look, holding up his pants.  “I wasn’t.  Were you?”

“Not really.  Kinda getting there.”  Felix brushed it off as he slipped his legs back into his jeans and redoing the zipper and the buttons.  “Anyway, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“You don’t snore.”

“You do.”  

“Ew, really?”

“It’s kind of...”  The words he wanted to say caught in his throat before deciding that his intimacy with her was over.  “Annoying.  You should probably see a doctor.”

“Oh shut up, it’s not that bad!  At least I don’t toss and turn all night.” 

“At least I don’t hog all the blankets and throw pillows around!”

“Aren’t you leaving?”  Eunbyeol snapped.  “I don’t feel like getting pissed off first thing in the morning, so if you don’t mind?”

Felix glanced over at her, his eyes meeting her back and he couldn’t help the twinge of sadness in his heart.  He knew that nothing good could come from liking Cha Eunbyeol and his heart began to catch up to his head.  Things with her would never be different.  She would never change her mind about him.  His mind told him to give up while he was ahead and take a step back before things got worse between them.  His heart reminded him of all the touches between them and how they didn’t feel wrong or forced.  His heart clung to the memory of the embrace they shared the previous night, reminding him that his feelings weren’t just a simple crush anymore.  

“Whatever.”  Felix scoffed, making his way around the bed and tearing his eyes away from her.  “You really want me out of your life that bad?”

“And what?  You want to keep doing whatever it is we do?  You’re satisfied with this?”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed this, but you start all the fights.  You omit the facts on purpose and try to make things fit your own skewed version of reality, which just isn’t true.  To be honest, I’m not interested in fighting with you over pointless stuff and getting accused of shit I’ve never done.  I don’t know what issues you have, but I suggest that you figure it out.  If you can come up with a genuine reason to hate me then go for it, but until then I’m done.”  Felix surprised himself as he rambled on.  He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye.  Not after...  “You and I feel very different things about each other.  I’m not interested in being your punching bag anymore.”

“What?  I...”  Eunbyeol opened and closed her mouth a few times, searching for something to say.   He’d mentioned a few times that she had her facts warped but for some reason the words finally got stuck in her brain.  

“I was fine with this when I thought it was just some playful teasing or whatever, but this is too much.  Plus I can’t take the fucking whiplash.  One minute you say hate me and the next we’re kissing, and that’s just too confusing.  So please.  Make up your mind and put us both out of our misery.  We’re either strangers, fully enemies, or... something else entirely and at this point it’s up to you to decide what you want.  Just... keep me out of it.”  Felix swallowed thickly and crossed the room to unlock the door. 

“Felix...”  The sound of his name made his hand paused halfway to the doorknob.  He sucked in a breath and his heart almost broke when her voice cracked.  

“Just... stop.  You’ve clearly got some issues, so worry about those first.”  Felix flipped the lock and started to turn the knob before turning back to her.  “Oh, and by the way, you should probably leave your hair down.  That hickey is really noticeable when it’s up.”

Before she could retort, Felix swung the door open and left the room.  Her hand slapped to her neck to cover the mark instinctively, as if someone else was looking at it.  Eunbyeol stared after him when the door slid shut behind him.  Her mind raced from everything he said and she wondered what she could have gotten wrong.  The question hovering in her subconscious crashed over her properly.  

Why did she hate him in the first place?  

She thought her feelings were based on enough facts to make sense, but now she wasn’t so sure.  Her fingers lingered on her neck for a minute before she hopped out of bed to peer in the mirror to assess the full extent of the damage.  Eunbyeol winced deeply when her eyes landed on the dark red mark on her neck.  She had to give it to Felix for his strategic placement of it under her ear, but she wanted to smack him for even leaving it in the first place.  She wished she could play it off as something Younghyun gave her, but she had a feeling that Ah Joong’s memory was too good and she would know that she didn’t have a hickey at the beginning of the night. 

Eunbyeol took to digging through her backpack, hoping that she’d remembered to bring her own makeup bag.  She almost cried with relief when she found the light pink bag stuffed full of makeup.  Eunbyeol hurried back to the door and sank to the floor, emptying the contents of the bag next to her.  Hopefully a little concealer, BB cream and foundation would at least help it a little bit.  For good measure, Eunbyeol decided to put a thin layer of makeup on her face.  Even though Felix had officially seen her morning face, she wasn’t keen on him remembering it. 

She paused at the thought, her eyeshadow brush only a couple of centimeters away from her eyelid.  Why did she give a single fuck what Felix thought of her?  Something he said crept back into her head and her lips pursed in thought. 

“ Make up your mind and put us both out of our misery.  We’re either strangers, fully enemies or... something else entirely and at this point it’s up to you to decide what you want. ”  

Felix’s voice bounced around in her head as she dabbed at her eyelids with her brush.  She couldn’t deny that whatever the hell was going on between the two of them the last few months was confusing.  Why did she think of Felix more than her own sort-of-boyfriend?  Why was the idea of being strangers with Felix so revolting?  A year ago when he first got to her school, she would have taken him up on being strangers without a second thought.  A few months ago, being enemies would have been her choice but now even that didn’t feel right.  After her incredibly vivid dream, Eunbyeol wondered if she only had one more choice left.  

Something more ?  

Eunbyeol sighed deeply as she uncapped her eyeliner.  She carefully drew two thin lines across her lids, just enough to be seen but not enough to give the impression of a full face of makeup.  When she was done, she sat back and stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes while she contemplated her dilemma.  No matter how she thought of it, there was really only one way for her to save face.  Eunbyeol wasn’t sure if she was in a place to be his friend, and she definitely couldn’t just be purely physical with him, and a romantic relationship wasn’t even on the table, much less in the house the table was in.  Never in a million years.  She huffed as she applied her mascara.  

“What kind of choice is this?  What the hell does he want from me?”  She muttered, finally opening her foundation and dabbing some of it on her neck.  She winced to find the red spot a little sore. 

Under the makeup, the hickey faded a little bit but for once Felix was right;  Eunbyeol would have to keep her hair down if she wanted to conceal it fully.  Once Eunbyeol was satisfied, she repacked her makeup and pulled her hair out of the ponytail.  She ran her fingers through it a few times for good measure, hoping that the sleep in it wouldn’t be so obvious.  Once she was satisfied enough, she put her makeup bag into her backpack and partially redressed.  Eunbyeol had no desire to face Lee Felix without a bra ever again so she sighed with relief when her chest was safely contained once more. 

Without reaching a decision, Eunbyeol made her way to the door and cracked it open.  Immediately, the scent of warm maple syrup wafted into the room and she sighed deeply.  Her stomach growled in response immediately.  The chatter from the other kids filled the space and she could hear them talking about all sorts of things, but mainly various cures for hangovers and how to make the perfect pancake.  The voices gradually got louder as she ventured towards the kitchen.

“My brother always has hangover soup after he drinks.  I wish I knew a good place for it.  I should have asked him.”  Ah Joong groaned.  “My head hurts so bad.”

“Why the hell are we getting hangovers?”  Minjeong chimed in, “We’re young and sweet, we’re not supposed to get these things.”

“Girl, you drank almost three bottles by yourself.”

“So did you!”

“So that’s why the rest of us barely got drunk, you girls drank it all.”  Jisung’s loud voice carried easily through the apartment as he voiced the thought in Eunbyeol’s head. 

“When we get older and can go to a bar, we can all get drunk equally.”  Jiho promised.  “I hope we’re all still friends when we graduate high school.”

“Well duh, of course we will be.  You can’t get rid of me that easily!”  Jisung declared. 

“Ah, Eunbyeol-ah, you’re awake!”  Chohui smiled brightly when Eunbyeol finally made her way into the kitchen.  “Are you hungry?  Felix and Seungmin are making pancakes.”

“So I heard.”  Eunbyeol gratefully took a seat at the kitchen island where Chohui saved her a chair. 

“How many do you want?”  Felix’s voice came from the stove but he didn’t look at her.

“Um... three please.”  

“Do you want blueberries or chocolate chips?  Before you ask, there aren’t any strawberries.”  

“Oh, um...”  Eunbyeol trailed off for a second, closing her mouth before she could ask for her favorite fruit.  How had he known she was going to ask?  “Chocolate chip, then.”

Felix cleared his throat and got to work, keeping his back to her and focusing on the task in front of him.  Eunbyeol watched Felix’s back for a few minutes as he cooked and she found that she kind of liked watching his shoulders flex and release as he worked.  He wasn’t particularly broad but given his slim waist it gave the illusion that he had broader shoulders.  She took a deep breath and forced her gaze away and turned her attention onto the conversation around her. 

“So, how’d you sleep, Eunbyeol-ah?”  Ah Joong asked innocently, raising a suggestive eyebrow.  

“Just fine, thank you, until someone woke me up.”  Eunbyeol shot a pointed look at Jisung who only laughed in response. 

“It’s almost ten.  I think it was time for you two to stop making out.”  Jisung snickered. 

“We were certainly not making out.  Nothing happened between us, I can promise you that.”  Eunbyeol scoffed.  “Ah Joong clearly got more action than any of us last night, look at her neck.”

“Wait what?”  Ah Joong perked up at the mention of her name, her hand instinctively raising to palm at her neck.  “Hey, you said you didn’t leave any marks!”

“I said that you looked good, not that I didn’t leave any marks.”  Seungmin coolly objected.  

“See?  Absolutely nothing happened.”  Eunbyeol barely thought that Seungmin and Ah Joong hooking up was proof that she and Felix hadn’t done anything the night before, but it was a good distraction.

“What about in the closet?”  Chohui’s question was innocent, but Eunbyeol learned weeks ago that any questions regarding Felix were anything but. 

“Nothing happened there, either.  Come on, we all know that I’m loyal to Younghyun.  Putting Felix and I together all the time won’t magically make us fuck, or whatever it is you sickos want from us.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes, ignoring how Felix’s shoulders tensed.  He kept his back to her. 

“Sure, sure.  If you insist.”  Jisung waved his hand dismissively.

Her friends chattered about school and their plans for the summer.  Even though most of the summer would be spent in school, they had a couple of weeks between July and August off school.  Ah Joong, unsurprisingly, had a trip planned with her family to go to Jeju Island for a few weeks.  Jiho and Jisung shared their plans to go on a weekend trip somewhere, which Eunbyeol was happy to tune out.  Eunbyeol had no idea what her plans for summer were, beyond focusing on dance again.  After falling off the wagon, she had to do her best to get back to where she was before.  Plus, if she wanted to get into college, she had to put her best foot forward.  

After a few minutes, the smell of warm chocolate washed through the kitchen and Eunbyeol’s stomach rumbled.  On any other day, the idea of Felix of all people making her pancakes would have made her sick, but today she didn’t mind the idea so much.  She kept thinking about the dream she had and she wondered if that's what his fingers really felt like when they were inside her.  Everything he said to her this morning swam in her head.  From his declaration of being done, to the words he whispered when he thought she was asleep. 

“ I really wish you didn’t hate me and I wish it didn’t have to be like this... ”

Although she wasn’t sure she could say it to his face, Eunbyeol wasn’t completely positive that she hated him.  At this point, they’d shared too much spit for that to be the case.  Not only that, but he didn’t seem to hate her in the slightest.  Even though Eunbyeol knew she’d been nasty and horrible to him, somehow it didn’t affect him.  Though, it seemed to be affecting him now.  Eunbyeol wondered if their relationship was simple enough to boil down to simple labels like “hate” or “like” or if they were somewhere in the middle. 

“Ah, Eunbyeol-ah!”  Jiho finally spoke up.  “I have some good news.”

“I like good news!”  Eunbyeol perked up immediately, turning to her friend.

“Last night after everyone went to bed, Jisung and I were talking and your idea to make a dance cover video came up.”

“You guys had enough time between rounds to talk?”  Ah Joong snickered and Jiho reached across the island to smack her. 

“We had plenty of time, thank you.  If you would have shut up for five minutes last night maybe you would have known that.”  Jiho’s face turned a deep shade of scarlet as she continued speaking.  “Anyway, Jisung thought it was a great idea and agreed to help us film it!”

“Oh really?  You’d do that?”  Eunbyeol perked up.

“Obviously!  You girls did great, and I’m not just saying that because Jiho is my girl.  Plus, I know you want to at least apply for art school and this routine would look good with your application.”  Jisung grinned widely, slinging his arm over Jiho’s shoulders.  “Plus, I think it needs to be immortalized anyway.”

“Wow, that’s so cool of you, Jisung-ah.  Thank you!  Maybe next week we can all pool our schedules and figure out a couple of days to film.  I’ll want to scope out locations and we’ll have to decide what outfits to do and whether or not we want to do it music video style or-”

“Eunbyeol-ah, calm down!”  Jiho laughed.

“I’ll tell you what.”  Jisung shifted in his chair and placed a hand on the island as if to get closer to Eunbyeol.  “Let’s eat lunch together on Monday or Tuesday and we can start working on the fine details and we can go location scouting if you’re free next weekend.”

“How the hell do you expect me to calm down?”  Eunbyeol laughed with Jiho.  “I’m so excited to get started.”

“Jeez, aren’t you tired?”  Chohui let out an exasperated sigh and slumped in her chair.  “You’ve put so much energy into this routine.”

“I have, but it’s worth it, don’t you think?”  

Finally, Felix turned around to face the island with a plate of pancakes in his hand.  The three pancakes were spread out on the plate and he’d sprinkled some extra chocolate chips and some powdered sugar along the top.  He kept his gaze down as he slid the plate over to her.  Eunbyeol glanced up at him, watching as he also set a knife and a fork within her reach before moving a bottle of maple syrup in front of her.  He cleared his throat carefully before turning back to the stove. 

“I’ve got enough batter for two more batches.  Anyone want a last batch before I make my own breakfast?”  Felix announced to the group.  

“I think we’re all good, bro.”  Jisung responded on behalf of the group.  Most of them were still working on their breakfasts or had finished and stacked their plates in the sink.  “Hey, Felix, what are you doing this summer?”

“To be honest, I haven’t thought that far.”  Felix cleared his throat, keeping his back to the group as he cooked.  “Probably just work on college applications.”

“Come on!”  Jisung whined.  “We’ve all gotta do something fun together this summer.  Hey, you could help with Eunbyeol’s project!”

“What the hell makes you think I’d want to do that?”  

“Because otherwise I’ll tell everyone who you like and I don’t think you want-”

“Fine!”  Felix threw his hands up, cutting Jisung off in the process.  “How the hell do you even know...?”

The girls all exchanged looks at this.  Chohui glanced over at Jiho, who only shrugged, looking just as confused.  Eunbyeol cleared her throat and focused on the pancakes on her plate and how they practically melted in her mouth.  She didn’t know what magic Felix worked in front of the stove, but she found herself wanting to ask for his recipe.

“Nevermind how I know.  So, what do you say?  Will you do it?”  Jisung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Do I have much of a choice?”  Felix sighed, not fighting it as much as Eunbyeol would have thought he would.  She suddenly had a few dozen questions. 

“Of course you have a choice!  You can either help us, or I will tell everyone your secret!”

“Such tempting options... either get exposed or get my head bit off my Little Miss Mortal Enemy.”  Felix mused it over for a few minutes. 

“Come on, Seungmin is already on board and I need someone to help me with the lighting and the camera.”  Jisung pleaded, tilting his head forward and fluttering his eyelashes at the other boy. 

“You’re the worst.”  Felix rolled his eyes deeply.  “ Fine.  I’ll do it!”

Felix dared to steal a glance at Eunbyeol.  The pair of them met eyes for a solid two seconds before Felix looked away first. Eunbyeol swallowed another bite of pancake, careful to not let it get stuck in her throat.  

What in the hell was she getting herself into?

A/N: So.... thoughts? Was it a dream? Or wasn't it ;)

#felix #felix x oc #felix fanfic #felix smut #felix fluff #han #felix imagines #jeongin #i.n. #seungmin #stray kids fic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids angst #skz #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz felix #jisung #han jisung #felix fic #ellie writes #cause i like you #CILY #this smut was so nervewrecking to write #i needed to add more smut #idk how im gonna add more #so im open to suggestions #thoughts

[thecorbyin]

are the tf2 mers gay? give me several paragraphs explaining why or why not pls :)

RUBS HANDS TOGETHER

Scout- bi

At first I was a Scout is straight truther. However the more I look into it, the more he just acts very closeted and very confused.

There is not much explaining here he's just. Just look at him. Busting it down bisexually.

A bit more closed off and awkward about his attraction to men though, doesn't bring it up much and would date a girl just to get people to stop assuming he's gay.

Sniper- bi and demiaroace

This man is so so autism and anything romance related makes he flinch and get so flustered. Awkward hermit man doesn't leave his van for 37483683 days and then cries when a woman interacts with him.

Was probably very confused the first time he found himself being attracted to a man. Like scared confused. Like get drunk and lay in bed staring at the ceiling panicking scared confused.

Just stands so bisexually I can't explain it.

Trusting people is very hard for Mr Mundy he gets very suspicious of people. That is where the demiaroace comes into play he will not date anyone unless he's known them awhile.

Spy- bi and a whore

My man sleeps around and he is not picky when it comes to gender. If he wants to romance someone, he's romancing them and it doesn't matter if they're male, female, both, or neither.

But he has commitment issues so like. It's usually just one night stands and then he's gone. Maybe some money left on the table or a gift if he really likes them. But he's scared of staying for long and growing attached.

All bi himself, if you will. Despite being a massive manwhore.

Soldier- unlabeled

He doesn't know. His wife doesn't know. His team doesn't know. If you ask him, he's just going to say "AMERICAN."

But he is not straight. That much is very certain. But he's fiercely loyal to Zhanna so good luck everyone else.

Does get a bit touchy feely with Demoman (hugs, cheek kisses, getting drunk together and whatnot) but that's kind of just their best friendness.

Engineer- bi

An absolute gentleman when it comes to the ladies, and absolute stuttering mess when it comes to the gents.

No really. He could charm his way around any woman he sees. But men are a different story. He gets awkward and laughs a lot and his whole face turns red and he tugs at his collar and... boy is it hot in here or is it just him?

I am so tired of everyone saying he'd be racist and homophobic just because he's from southern Texas. My man would never he's literally the sweetest thing.

Pyro- gay (and genderfluid)

That's right I'm a genderfluid Pyro truther. And a gay Pyro truther. But not in a MatPat way I hope MatPat gets fucking obliterated.

Her love language is gifts. He will make you so many little crafts and drawings if he likes you. This is a threat.

They're also very protective of anyone they like methinks. *cough* Pybroing *cough*

ALSO IN THE COMICS SHE LITERALLY LIVES WITH ENGINEER AND IS THE CEO OF AN ENGINEERING COMPANY ERM... HELLO? That reeks of homosexual activity.

Medic- gay

An open heart surgery is actually something that can be so intimate.

Yeah he had a wife... apparently. But he moved away from her or something because she is barely ever fucking mentioned AND she cheated on him. Smells like... divorce and Medic going off to discover things about himself. Gay things.

No motherfucker looks at Heavy like that and can be deemed straight I'm sorry.

This motherfucker probably gives the weirdest gifts to him too like "happy birthday!! Have a pig heart 😊"

Heavy- gay

"I LOVE THIS DOKTOR!"

Not much can be said that hasn't been said already *gestures to Medic* it is just so extremely obvious these two men want each other so bad.

Demoman- unlabeled

He also has zero idea. Sometimes he'll look at a lady and go OOOOOO and sometimes he'll do that for a man too.

But really, labels don't interest him and he's content with just "whatever. I like who I like and that's that. There don't have to be a name for it."

Good for him honestly.

Everyone please send me more asks like this I love them

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #scout tf2 #sniper tf2 #spy tf2 #soldier tf2 #engineer tf2 #pyro tf2 #medic tf2 #heavy tf2 #demoman tf2

[raspberrylix]

anyone still remembers this used to be sims blog?

i do, after like a year since last sims related post (lol) so i decided to build something, that something became a kuroko inspired apartment in san myshuno.

a small apartment in the heart of lively fashion district is a perfect fit for a man and his puppy (fun challenge: count the toys number 2 has hidden around the place!)

this one bedroom apartment has a spacious living space with an open renovated kitchen with newest appliances all the way from the north!

the bathroom is... clean, it's nothing special. let's move on to more interesting things, shall we?

kuroko has already made this place a home and we could not be more proud!

oh the basketball? there are many oh them, which one? the one on the wall? i see.. i was told that things on the wall display under the sconce were gifted to kuroko by his friend from america. there's a reason why such bright red cap is on a display in a room without much red. i think the same friend also left an umbrella when he stayed here last time.

If there are no questions, i'd like us to move on to the bedroom, the views outside are impeccable i'm going to tell you all about it- there are still questions :/ the photos? just few photos kuroko took with his friends during a high school championships. such personal details in the houses always makes me happy

now shall we-- you want me to zoom in on my clients' personal photos? yeah, sure! too bad due to technical difficulties only one survived (i know there's inaccuracies and mixed up jersey numbers, this one photo took me over an hour to get, between sims being sims and game crashing more than once. after noticing too late i was not going to do that all over again for a prop, i'm sorry. let's say kuroko and kagami mixed theirs up and after the photo was taken, everyone had a great laugh, okay?)

at last, the bedroom! the room isn't big so an open closet situations was the best decision. it leave so much more walking space and a puppy can go wild. kuroko went for a double bed, and a string light canopy as the main light source for the room, which isn't always necessary as the floor to ceiling windows let more than enough light from a vibrant city, both during the day time AND night time! the painting looks good too!!

the photo on the bedside table? yup, that's kuroko's friend from america! glad to say i can show the full size photo!

hope you enjoyed our virtual house tour! our next one should start in XYCSY minutes, strap yourselves in!

if you made it this far, i appreciate it so much lmao. miss building a lot, so this was very fun, tired to build a huge house for a few knb characters but after struggling for a bit, i was harshly reminded that i cant build big houses, not even modern. but the joy of looking into what could signal to others that this is apartment that belong to kuroko in a way that i see it was really fun. like finding the sims, finding the outfits, finding the pose as im still not equip to do 3d models. then putting this all together and nearly rage quitting due to game crashing. but that's why we love this game, right? right??

maybe someday ill get to revisit this build and fix the already mention and not mentioned details, but for a first proper post in a while, I don't hate it and that's a huge progress <3

also, in my last story&build post i was complaining about not being able to paint ceilings and now we can! maybe when i post next, there will be more hair color options? nah, im hoping for too much, aren't i.

outfits were made by @twoohugs !

#sims 4 build #sims 4 cc #kurokos basketball #sims 4 #simblr #黒子のバスケ #knb #kuroko tetsuya #san myshuno

[riflewounds]

Whumptober, day 28 | It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Remember how I bitched about "Fight, Flight, Or Freeze" (and the sub-prompts) being the hardest of the bunch?

Yeah. Turns out this one just trumped that. 

Or I'm just struggling with no writing juice.

Continuation of day 18.

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She took her coat back at some point.

What a shame. It felt like a blanket to him, his clothes were still damp and occasional shivers wracked his stiff form, but the heating worked just fine.

And... As much as he hated to let his guard down, the gunman dozed off.

The seat was pleasantly warm, that was his excuse. He remembered hearing two little clicks come from the center console, maybe she flipped a switch or two.

Maybe the seats were heated.

That makes sense. Her car was a nice, modern thing, unlike the shitbuckets he was used to. A battered cream Mercedes from early nineties with a busted radio and a suspension so floaty he occasionally got seasick. 

But that's in the past. No use wondering about has-beens and could've-beens.

Durant shifted in the warm seat, breath carrying a soft whine as he tried to get comfortable again.

She didn't turn on the radio.

"Are you up," the woman asked sheepishly. Durant pried his eyes open, as much as his tired body would allow.

She's looking at him.

He righted himself in the seat, uncurling after possibly a few hours, judging by the way his spine ached. "Yeah."

"We're in front of my house. I didn't want to wake you, you looked like you needed the sleep."

Her house... Hold on, what's going on?

He'd already been half a breath deep before he remembered.

He agreed to sleep at her house. Because she somehow got him to admit he didn't have anywhere to go. 

You're such a pitiful little puppy.

What's her name again? Lorraine? 

Yes. Lorraine.

He ran a hand under the floppy mop of hair hiding his eyes, rubbing at his eyebrows. "Thank you."

A fresh headache bloomed around his skull, it lingered at his temples and behind his ears. Tendrils of it reached even into his forehead and the very back of his nape.

Lorraine shut off the engine, pulled the key out of the ignition, "We should go inside."

He nodded wearily, opened the door and heaved himself out into the cold. It was still snowing, but less. The snowflakes were smaller too.

He entered the house after Lorraine, shutting the door behind him. Inside, it was nice and warm. He slipped out of his shoes once he saw that Lorraine had taken hers off. He wasn't a dick, he'd obey the customs, even unspoken ones.

"Are you hungry?"

Durant couldn't exactly tell in the moment. Maybe? It didn't feel like he was, but the situation could change at any moment.

Plus, if he ghosts her tonight, there's no telling when he'll rat next. "Yeah."

He ventured into the living room, carefully sinking into the couch. It's nice. Soft.

"And what would you like to eat?" 

This question. He hated questions like these. "I'll have what's available."

Not the greatest thing to say, but he was swamped. What if he picked something she couldn't make?

"Uh... We have tomato soup."

Okay, "Tomato soup it is, then."

The rest of the evening was uneventful. The two of them ate in silence, only glancing at each other every once in a while.

Only when she ushered him upstairs into what he assumed to be her bedroom did he speak up.

There was a framed picture on the shelf, and the gunman couldn't resist a question. "Who's that?" 

The picture in question was of a young girl, no more than seventeen, grinning ear to ear in genuine happiness.

"Her? That's my daughter, Alice."

Alice. "Nice name."

"She's out of town for the week."

Why did she tell him that? To quell his fears, maybe?

It did the opposite, actually. Not only was he endangering an innocent woman by even being here (even if it was her idea to begin with), he was also endangering her daughter.

Good fucking lord, he needs to bolt as soon as he can.

Lorraine rummaged through her closet. Why? He wasn't planning on sleeping in the same bed as her, there was a perfectly good couch downstairs--

"I have some clothes that might fit you."

And now she wanted him to have her clothes too?!

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Oh please," she retorted, not once turning away from the closet, "your clothes are still wet, not to mention filthy, you deserve to sleep in something comfortable."

There was one glaring flaw in her plan. "And what if your clothes won't fit me?"

"When did I say they were mine?" 

They weren't? "You said you have--"

"--some clothes that might fit you, yes. But they're not mine."

"Then whose..."

"That's none of your concern, Silvester."

Right.

Durant (or Silvester, as he's introduced himself earlier) sat upon the double-bed smack-dab in the middle of the room. It sank under his weight with a little creak, though he couldn't quite tell if it was from daily use, or not. This side of the bed was rather firm, so he leaned towards disuse. But he might be wrong, who knows. 

He reluctantly slipped out of his suit jacket. That thing hadn't been dry cleaned in several months, and it showed. There were some faint, pale stains all over the fabric, dust particles stuck deep between the fibers, little cat hairs still stuck in hard to reach spots.

Lorraine had stopped with her search at some point, gaze fixated on the gunman, and his methodical undressing.

He folded the jacket in half, laid it beside him, before he got to work on taking off his shirt. His still somehow frigid worked the buttons through their respective holes, until he got past the last one and began to slide his arms out of the shirt's sleeves.

And the more fabric he pulled back, the more scars showed. At first, the ragged strip of scar tissue just below his left deltoid peeked from under the shirt. A strip of pale, stringy tissue, shaped vaguely like a chevron.

There that one bullet hit, nearly blew his arm off.

Then the small scars peppering the rest of his arms became visible. Remnants of little squabbles, bar fights, Fuchs' rough handling, god he hated thinking about him.

Followed by the five scratches on his left shoulder.

"Oh my God," he could hear Lorraind utter behind him, with that quiet, horrified realization. 

He didn't have the heart to tell her there's more. So much more.

"What happened to you?"

But he didn't stop, he continued to undress, revealing a series of whip marks, about a dozen of them. Thin, long scars across his back. "'S none of your business."

If she wouldn't tell him whose clothes she was trying to find for him, he wouldn't say a word about his scars.

It just wasn't one of the things she should worry about.

It didn't affect her. 

Why was she even upset by them?

"You're not a businessman, are you?"

"Again, it's none of your business," he retorted, trying to keep his voice from straying too far into the hostile tone.

She's doing him a huge favor, he didn't want to blow it all to shit.

He needed a place to stay the night.

The shirt fell into a crumpled heap behind his back, but soon he took it, folded it up, laid it onto his suit jacket.

Lorraine had fallen completely silent all of a sudden. So he turned to look, the woman held a hand up to her mouth, fixated on the gun sitting in the back of his pants. 

"Look, I," Durant began, "...I work in personal protection. Sometimes things get hairy."

And I bear the consequences.

Her eyes locked onto his for a change. A rigid accusatory gaze and the gunman slouched a little. He was too tired for this kind of shit.

With his left hand up in the air, fingers splayed in that I am not a threat to you gesture as he slowly unholstered his handgun, before he brought the said hand below the grip, and released the magazine. It fell into his palm, he pulled the rest of it out and laid it beside himself, followed by the gun. 

"If you're worried, no, I'm not going to kill you while you sleep," Durant stated, annoyed that she was so apprehensive about things he wouldn't even do, "nor rob you, nor anything else you're thinking of."

Maybe saying it all out loud wasn't the brightest idea, but he wanted the woman off his case so he could fucking sleep.

"I will call the cops if you try anything."

Durant shifted again, sliding the gun and the magazine farther away from the edge of the bed, farther away from Lorraine. He couldn't blame, for fuck's sake she's a civilian, but her fear was starting to get on his nerves. "Fair."

Maybe he should get dressed, go sleep downstairs, on the couch (which looked really comfortable, but he wasn't graced with the opportunity to try it), but he could use a bed for once.

But, Durant decided he's going to bear with it. He's going to sleep here, stiff and quiet like some corpse.

Then, once the first slivers of sunlight peek through the blinds, he'll leave without a trace.

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #it's just the tip of the iceberg #OC #fic

[ramblinganthropologist]

So... catch me googling how to get stuff for a first apartment lol.

#It's becoming clear that my mom and I are going to continue to come to words #I'm not happy living here and I'm very tired of being in the closet #I feel like my life is on hold honestly #and more importantly I don't want to be their cargiver #Now I have to figure out where I can afford and how the fuck to move out

[beakeoghan]

4 am and a bottle of champagne

Pairing: Shang-Chi x fem!reader

Summary: It's 4 am and your roommate finds your broken heart in the kitchen.

Word count: 1.2k words

Warnings: Roommate!au, mentions of cheating, very minor cursing, slow burn. In this story, Shang-Chi is referred to as Shaun since I pictured that the events of Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings occurred before he moved in with her, and she doesn't know about his double life.

Author’s note: This little story is very self-indulgent and I wrote it for the lovely@tonystarksfavoritedaughter writing challenge! Thank you so much for tagging me on this and I'm very happy about your incredible milestone ❤ There are a lot of references to songs because that's how my mind works dhsdjkh The reader calls him “boy-scout” because she sees him as someone very honest and friendly.

Likes, comments and reblogs, as always, are very appreciated <3

You knew it was around 4 am when your body urged you to wake up and get out of bed. Truthfully, you hadn't even slept at all. Your eyes didn't seem to shut for a minute without flashbacking to the scene you'd seen earlier.

The cold floor against your feet was the only thing keeping you alert and present. You made your way to the kitchen, careful not to wake up your roommate. Against your will, though, the tears started lingering by your puffy eyes — you fought them, unsuccessful.

A glass of water in hand, only the dim lights of the table lamp by the sofa illuminating your face, you heard the tingling of the keys wiggling around when the front door unlocked. You didn't even realize he wasn't at home.

You stared at Shaun, squinting your eyes. "I thought you were here." Even though your friend was quite outgoing, frequently going to karaoke parties, he never came back home so close to dawn. "What were you doing out so late?"

Shaun took a quick breath, trying to make up excuses on cue. "I was at Katy's?" He said, but even he couldn't believe his response. "I was doing groceries?" He closed his eyes taking the hit of being so bad at making believable excuses to you.

The slight shake of his head and the funny tone of his voice made you giggle softly. On any other day you would joke around and confront him, making him confess, but not today. You turned your distant gaze away from him, thinking about hiding in your bed again. "Alright, good night, boy-scout."

"Wait, wait." He said, closing the door behind him after taking off his shoes, cautious not to make too much noise. "You're never up that late. Or early, I'm not sure anymore." He hung his jacket in the open closet where all the coats are usually stored. "Is everything fine?"

You knew he couldn't see your face. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have asked if you were okay. The spaced curtains let the moonlight and the slightly greyish blue sky come through the apartment windows. You sat down on the comfy chair nearby, grabbing a blanket that you would always leave in the living room.

Shaun approached the space, joining you on the other couch. His tired dark eyes stared at you with concern as soon as he noticed the red sheen on the tip of your nose and the sparkle on your eyes - the kind of sparkle he didn't wish to see. He hated to see. "Who did this to you?"

"Who do you think?" As soon as you let out the sarcastic huff, the other emotions started to show, and you felt like crying again. "I saw him cheating on me with another girl at that party. And the worst part was that he seemed so free like I didn't even exist."

Shaun shook his head in disbelief, almost pleading with himself not to say what he was yearning to say for quite some time now. He sighed, searching for the right way to let the words reach you.

"He is a fucking moron. That's what he is." He seemed so angry, but not at you. His hand gestured as if a single punch could knock another person out in one go. You recognized his face when he was so upset he could storm out - luckily, he never did that to you. The veins on his arm and forehead popping out, his jaw clenched, all very contained, yet, quite terrifying at the same time.

Your unexpected laughter made him jump out of the couch, taking his focus out of the feelings he was farming under his skin. "Thanks for sugarcoating it.”

"I meant to say that he isn’t worth it.” He said, cupping your hand onto his. "I'm sorry that it happened."

"I know." You nodded with a weak smile showing off for the first time that night. "I did break up with him if you were wondering."

"I was going to ask you that." He chuckled. "You know I've never been a fan of his, so I can't be partial on that."

"Can we pop out the champagne? Or is it too early for that?" You snorted a bit with your restrained laughter. After that little confession from Shaun, you lightened up a bit. You knew he wasn't the type of guy that despised people, but you always had that gut feeling that his senses were almost like a moral compass — if he doesn't like someone, there's something wrong.

"We can do whatever you want to, pretty girl." He smiled, mimicking your new mood. "Anything that makes you happy."

You reached him for a side hug and whispered a sweet thank you, resting your head on his shoulder. "Even at 4 am, you never fail to make me smile, boy-scout."

"It's just my duty ma'am." He saluted with a grin. "But seriously though," he cleared up his throat. "I hope you know that love doesn't feel like this. I don't have a single doubt in my mind that you loved him, but... Love isn't supposed to give you anxiety, cold feet, and make you second guess yourself as he did."

And as I would never do. He wanted to say but kept the last part for himself. “You’re going to be okay.”

”Thank you, Shaun." You nodded. His warm eyes reached you in a mellow embrace as if with one look he had snugged you with a blanket and gave you a sweetened cup of coffee. "And I'll keep my guard up for the future."

Shaun seemed satisfied with your answer and smiled. You stood up and walked back to the kitchen again after remembering the leftover cake from last night. You glanced over to him asking if he wanted a piece, but he refused, just watching you from the couch he was still comfortably sitting on. “Oh wait, look what we have here.” Your figure suddenly vanished inside the fridge lights, and your swift smile accompanied a half-opened bottle of cheap champagne. He guffawed at your suggestive grin and nodded, pointing at the shelf where you kept your very inexpensive glasses.

He knew he had to give you time to heal. There was this innocent understanding that whatever type of love he felt for you, it was enough for now. He didn't need to be your lover, not as much as he needed to be your friend.

He wanted to be the one you would drunk text to and the one you would sing series openings with late at night. He wanted to be next to you when you woke up and brew you a fresh cup of coffee — or tea, which one you would prefer that day. He wouldn't mind going out to buy you boba tea or put gas on your car when you didn’t feel like it.

Maybe he, too, had a misconception of love. Love was what he felt for you, even today when all he could do was comfort you and watch you dance on the kitchen tiles with that oversized t-shirt you had stolen from him. Love isn't one special moment in time, it's this constant friendship and reassurance feelings that come with it.

And for sure, if the time comes, and you feel the same, he will be there to hold you and rush in like a fool. But for now, your smile is the only proof of love he needed right now. The only one he fights to protect.

#Hailey’s1yrwc #shang chi x reader #shang chi fluff #shang chi x you #shang chi fanfiction #shang chi imagine #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi angst #shang chi one shot #shang chi x fem!reader

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo oneshot

[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

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↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟐 - 𝟑)

Summary: reader ends up in detention and is forced to spend it with Draco Malfoy.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader (can be considered an enemies to lovers kind of au)

Warnings: there could be a swear word but i'm not sure honestly.

Word Count: 3280

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"DETENTION!" shouted a rather angry Snape as you froze on the spot, staring into his dark eyes.

You had just messed up a potion. Again. And it had just exploded. Again. And it had hit Snape, something he didn't quite appreciate. He wasn't very fond of you to begin with but now he surely despised you.

You gulped down nervously as you watched his face contort in anger, cleaning up the mess your failed potion had just made.

"You'll be serving detention for three weeks, miss y/l/n. Every day after the lessons."

"What? Every day?" you asked incredulously but you immediately regretted it upon seeing the scowl already etched on his face getting prominently deeper.

"Every. Day. Starting from today, i'll see you here at the end of your lessons and you better be on time."

The bell rang and you made your way outside of the class not once looking up. The rest of the day went by without mishaps, but the constant fear of Snape's detention was enough to incessantly haunt your mind.

Your feet seemed to walk on their own as they brought you back in the dungeons, the fateful moment having arrived.

You entered the gloomy classroom and saw Snape sitting at his desk, a foul expression painted on his face.

"Sit." you did as you were told and sat down without a single word, looking at your table.

Just then, another figure entered the class and you looked up to see. You didn't know him personally but his reputation preceded him: Draco Malfoy.

The boy nodded to Snape who simply acknowledged his presence and returned his gaze to you.

"You'll be organizing every single item in this room without making anything explode. Although i'm aware it's a very difficult task for you, miss Y/l/n."

The blond boy snorted lowly while making his way to the cauldrons present in one of the corners of the room, but you couldn't retort, having way more serious matter at hand at the moment.

"Is it clear?"

"Yes, professor."

Much to your surprise, Snape made his way outside of the classroom, his robes floating after him.

"If i see you slacking around, i'll be sure to detract points from your house as well. Get to work." and with that he exited the class, leaving you alone with the blond boy.

You were quite dumbfounded but a snooty voice reminded you of your task.

"You better get going, these vials won't rearrange themselves."

You shot him a glare and he simply smirked, turning around and settling his cauldron on one of the tables.

You got up and reached the first closet, analyzing the items present: a bunch of ingredients, many you'd never heard of.

You began dividing them in alphabetical order, it being the most logical division, but that same arrogant voice resounded in the room once more.

"You have to catalogue them first."

"I didn't see him putting you in charge of this place." you retorted under your breath, hoping he wouldn't hear you.

"You're the one in detention, not me. I was just trying to help." helping obviously wasn't what he was trying to do, however annoying you seemed a much more plausible answer.

"I didn't ask for your bloody help, did i?"

He chuckled darkly as he reached you, taking some of the ingredients for himself and knocking down a few in the meantime.

You managed to catch them in mid air, but he didn't seem too bothered. You simply ignored him, silently rolling your eyes and deciding that that would have been the best way to endure the long hour that was awaiting you.

"What did you do anyway?" he asked once he had returned to his table, setting the containers on the wooden surface.

You ignored the question and he just laughed, obviously amused by the whole situation.

"Did you speak during his lesson? He usually assigns detentions for that." he commented.

You kept on organizing the colorful bottles, keeping your back to him.

"Did you cheat? I saw one try and they say he never came back from here alive." you rolled your eyes at his attempts at getting you to speak and continued with your task.

"Did you try to seduce him to get a better grade? I didn't take you for the type but i'm not judging." he chuckled to himself. You took a deep breath, the urge to just turn around and choke him very strong but having an already lengthy detention was enough, you didn't need Snape catching you while trying to kill your annoying schoolmate.

"You put the Asphodel in the wrong place." you finally turned around, visibly pissed off, and saw him slouched on his chair, arms behind the nape of the neck as he looked at you with a pedantic air.

"And why would that be?" you asked, annoyance audible in your voice.

"You put it with the liquids when it should obviously be with the powders."

"I'm not dividing by consistency."

"Well, you should." you rubbed your temples in an attempt at calming yourself while turning around towards the shelves once more. "Did you hear me? I said-"

"I heard what you said and i do not care. Will you be talking the whole hour?" you asked marching towards his desk and slamming your hands on the table.

"I don't know, will you do something right and arrange them the correct way?" you were fuming. A scowl planted on your face while a grin appeared on his.

"I don't know, i usually don't take advice from arrogant know-it-alls."

"And i don't usually help oblivious girls with anger issues but i was feeling nice today." he grinned, inching closer to you with the same smug smirk on his face.

"Oh you stupid little-"

"Miss Y/l/n, i thought three weeks were enough for you but apparently they aren't." Snape barged in right at that moment and you quickly stopped, jumping backwards and back to the shelves.

"I'm sorry, professor. It won't happen again."

Snape sat at his desk, picking up some pieces of parchment you imagined were essays and began analyzing them.

The hour passed by agonizingly slow and when Snape finally released you, he stopped you before exiting the room, making you walk up to his desk.

"How did you organize them?"

"Alphabetical order, professor."

"You'll be rearranging them tomorrow afternoon. I want them divided by categories." and he waved his hand dismissively, signaling for you to go without even a second glance.

You walked past Malfoy's table and he whispered, "Told you."

"Shut up." and you finally made your way out, exhausted, relieved, mad and already tired at the prospect of the next detention.

The following day, you got ready as always and sooner than you expected, the dreaded hour had arrived. The only solace: not having to hear Malfoy's tiresome remarks every second.

"Good afternoon."

A complacent smirk greeted you as you arrived in front of the classroom. You couldn't help but stare and narrow your eyes at the bothersome boy that sat on one of the tables, obviously waiting for Snape to arrive.

"Do you live here perhaps?"

"Do you, princess? Or were you just missing me?"

You passed by him and sat down at the farthest desk from him you could find, setting down your bag.

He got up from his previous place and sank down in the chair next to you.

"Oh come on, do you still think you can ignore me?"

You remained silent and simply side-glanced at him, uninterested in participating in his games.

Draco was about to say something when Snape finally arrived, causing him to get up and set his cauldron just like he had done the former day.

"Miss Y/l/n, i suppose you already know what to do?"

You reluctantly stood up and started reorganizing all the products you had so neatly arranged the day before, but unlike then, you worked in complete silence, Draco obviously not commenting with Snape present.

When the hour finished, you started to get out but Snape stopped you once again. You turned around, already fearing having to change the order for the third time.

"I decided you'll be practicing from tomorrow afternoon in order to prevent another... accident. Mr Malfoy here will tutor you."

"What?!" you shrieked and Snape didn't seem to appreciate it.

Draco seemed as dumbfounded as you for he had a rather shocked look plastered on his face.

"But-"

"Yes, Mr Malfoy?" Snape raised an eyebrow inquisitively and Draco shut his mouth after muttering a single "Nothing."

"But professor, he's-"

"He's at the top of the class so you'll finally learn how not to make everything you touch explode. Hopefully."

You rushed out of the room after seeing Draco's lips curling the slightest bit upwards and made yourself a mental note to curse him right after Snape whenever you had the chance.

You long pondered about not showing up, faking a sudden cold, but you wouldn't have been able to avoid it forever so the next day you presented yourself. You sat down at the table and took out your Potions book from your bag, opening it in front of you.

Snape eyed you, displeased as usual, but said nothing as you waited for Draco to arrive. It didn't take long and when he did enter the room you didn't even glance up at him.

"I suppose that won't be needed today." Draco had moved to pick up a cauldron but Snape interrupted him. "We don't want the class to blow up just yet."

You were expecting a laughter, a chuckle, but it never came. Draco sat down next to you and took out his own book.

"I have more important matters to attend now. By the end of the week, I expect you to actually learn something, Miss Y/l/n, or detention will be the last one of your problems." and with that he stormed off, his usual black robes swinging behind him.

"I didn't mean to laugh yesterday, just so you know." there was almost a hint of remorse in his voice, but you knew better than to trust whatever came out of his mouth.

"I don't care."

"Are you always this sour? I was apologizing to you." the usual contempt came back.

"Are you expecting me to be happy about this situation? Oh my! My dream of being tutored by Hogwarts' most arrogant twat has finally come true!"

"Do you think i asked for this? We are in the same circumstances!"

"You can walk out of that stupid door whenever you like, i can't!"

"Just because i'm smart enough to know how to brew a bloody potion doesn't mean i don't have to stay here!"

Your cheeks were burning with anger and after his last comment with embarrassment too. You returned your angry gaze towards the book sitting in front of you.

"Where are we starting then?"

"I didn't-"

"Where are we starting?" your tone was firm even though in your head all you wanted to do was collapse on your bed forever.

"Which one have you had the most difficulty with?"

"Every one. Every. Single. One." you replied through gritted teeth, angrier than before.

"I'm just trying to help you but i can't do it if you don't cooperate!"

You closed your book shut and shoved it inside your bag, slinging it across your shoulder and striding out of the classroom.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't go out!"

"Thanks for the information, Mr Obvious."

You knew you would have been in great trouble with Snape but you couldn't bare Draco Malfoy for another minute, not like that.

You considered just telling Snape you couldn't do it, that you would have preferred to fail than have him tutor you, but knowing Snape, he was already aware of that and assigned you Draco Malfoy exactly because you couldn't stand him.

"Miss Y/l/n, Mr Malfoy here has told me you made great progress yesterday and I expect the same thing today. I give you permission to make practical work but i want everything in order when i get back. Can i trust you on that, Mr Malfoy?"

He nodded firmly while you still tried to figure out how in the world the conversation you just witnessed could have happened and Snape left you and Draco alone.

"Well, we better get to work and get that progress done or else we're both doomed." he waved you over impatiently but you were still staring at him, brows furrowed as you tried to understand his logic.

"What game are you playing, Malfoy?"

"Do you really think Snape would have appreciated it if i told him you decided to ditch detention?" he asked raising his eyebrows at you. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, i didn't do it for you. Come here."

You sat down at the table, still suspicious, and started to skim over the pages.

"Amortentia."

"What?"

"That's the one that made Snape almost blow up."

"How did you manage to make an Amortentia explode?! That's impossible!" he exclaimed while laughing, but there was no superiority in his tone this time.

"Not for me apparently..."

Draco stopped laughing and the two of you began studying.

He was actually more bearable than expected, still a little vexing, but you finally began understanding Potions. Suddenly, those concepts that you thought you could never grasp became completely comprehensible.

And his personality was a surprise too: you and him actually talked together, without any sort of malice.

"Do you think you're ready to brew it?" asked a slightly smiling Draco as he looked up at you from his book. He wasn't the obnoxious asshole you thought. Well, he was, but not entirely.

The two of you were relatively nearer than you were before due to the fact that he had come closer to read with you and explain carefully every single passage. You were so close you could feel his warmth. You were so close you could see that there was a light tinge of blue in his otherwise grey eyes, making them appear almost silvery.

"I suppose we can try..."

He stood up to gather all the materials you'd need and you did the same to collect the ingredients, making sure you picked the right ones, reading carefully the notes you had just taken.

He set everything on the table and looked at you, waiting. You placed the ingredients and looked at him, waiting.

"Well?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of him. "We don't have all day, you know."

"I have to do it?!"

"Yes? I already know how to do it." he replied, chuckling lightly.

"Because you're smart enough to do it?" you asked raising your eyebrow playfully. His smile faded slightly but you quickly changed the topic. "It'd be better if i just watched you do it, don't you think so?"

"I'll be here all the time and believe me, i do not intend on visiting the hospital wing because of second degree burns." you sighed softly and filled the cauldron with potioning water, setting it on a low flame.

You began adding peppermint flower heads, neatly pestled, and peppermint leaves under the watchful gaze of the blond boy.

You went on slowly with every passage, looking up at him from time to time only to receive an approving nod until the bell rang and you had finished.

"We'll have to leave it here overnight and stir it every day. It should be ready in a week or so..."

"So it's ok? It's a potion and not a potential weapon?" you asked gleefully.

"It should be once done, if you've done it correctly." he raised his eyebrow defiantly and you smirked, gathering your things and getting ready to leave the classroom.

"Are you sure it's the fifth time i stirred it?"

"Positive, just two more and we can work on another one."

Working with Draco was incredibly easier: he wasn't as strict as Snape and he was by far more enjoyable now that he didn't act like a prick. You could even say you were becoming friends.

In these few days with him, you learned more about potions than you had ever had in years and years with Snape. You were able to recognize the different ingredients just by looking at them and remembered all the passages clearly. You learned an awful lot about your tutor too: his interests, his friends, his family and the meaning behind his name, which was as fascinating as the boy that bore it.

It was now the thirteenth day of detention, which meant that the brewing time had passed and that the potion was most likely ready.

You felt slightly uneasy at the prospect of uncovering your Amortentia and discovering whether or not what you had learned was effectively correct. Nevertheless you made your way to the Potions classroom after the lessons like every other day.

Snape wasn't present: he would have tested you at the end of your three weeks detention, but you still felt nervous at the thought of disappointing Draco. He had helped you immensely and it would have been highly dismaying for him if you hadn't been able to brew an Amortentia after all his teachings.

Still, you pushed those thoughts aside and joined Draco, who was already in the classroom. His face lit up when he saw you and stepped closer, but stopped himself from hugging you.

"Are you ready to see whether you made a potion or a bomb?" he asked playfully, successfully breaking the tension.

"You're hilarious, really. You know that, blondie?"

"I've been told. Come on... princess." he added the last word with a smug smirk displayed on his face and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Finally asserting my superiority, are you?"

"You wish."

He set the cauldron on your usual desk and stared at you, signaling for you to uncover it. You took a deep breath and removed the cloth that was shielding it, revealing a smooth liquid with a mother-of-pearl sheen. Spiraling fumes started rising from it and you quickly covered it with the cloth once more.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, confused by your reaction.

"It's fuming. It's not a good sign in my experience." he giggled slightly and took the cloth from your hands, brushing them in the action.

"It's supposed to be like this, in fact, i think you just brewed a perfect Amortentia."

He removed the cloth once more and at his words pride took over your features.

"Smell it, it's different for-"

"It's different for everyone, i studied." you eyed him proudly and inched closer to the exhalations emitted by the draught.

"So? What is it?" he asked impatiently and you smiled widely at his eagerness.

"Mint... something similar to shoe polish i think... and honey..." you looked up at him, his eyes never once leaving yours. "Your turn."

He leaned in, placing his face closer to the brim of the cauldron and inspired deeply.

His eyes met yours again.

"Tell me, what are you smelling?"

You had moved closer to him, itching to know what he most desired. The distance separating the two of you almost inexistent.

"I told you, you have to-"

He cut you off by grasping your face in his hands and connecting your lips together. You melted in his touch but something inside you made you pull away.

"What are you doing?"

He looked at you with panic in his eyes and started to back away. You tried to grab his arms but he receded even more.

"I'm sorry."

And he ran out of the classroom, leaving you alone with one question: why did you pull away?

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