#most definitely a nerd in his own right

[trensu]

Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants. 

The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.

“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.

“Uh…a good one?”

“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.

They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.

Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.

"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration. 

Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.

"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"

"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."

Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.

"That's weird," Dustin said.

"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.

"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.

"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."

"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."

"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.

"Guys! Guys, what about my..."

The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.

"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."

Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.

"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.

Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."

"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."

--

It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.

The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.

It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.

By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.

--

He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.

His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.

"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."

Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.

"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."

Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.

--

Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.

When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.

“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.

“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me. 

“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it. 

“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”

There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.

–

Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.

Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.

A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond. 

Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.

“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second!”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.

“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.

“I’m not a lord.”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”

“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”

The man laughed at him outright.

“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”

Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.

“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”

“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”

“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”

“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.” 

“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.

“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”

“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”

“Kind of.”

“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”

“Your god is the King of Dark–”

“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”

The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.

“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.

“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”

The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.

“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

–

It happened again.

now with an additional snippet here and here

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[irisintheafterglow]

Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)

"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"

"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?

the answer is, unfortunately, no.

"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"

"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.

you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.

"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.

"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"

"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"

"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.

"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."

"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"

"hmm?"

"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.

"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.

"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"

"yes, katsuki?"

"please get this man the fuck out of our house."

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[sp0o0kylights]

Adopt a Jock Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 4

Shoutout to @bloomingconflagration for the title!!! And a HUGE thank you to everyone who left comments or gave suggestions!! I love you all you amazing, silly humans <3 <3 

There comes a time during a long work shift were your average overworked and underpaid employee starts to think they’re hallucinating. 

In Gareth’s case, it was when Steve Harrington walked through the doors of Palace Arcade, making a beeline right for him. 

“Gareth?” Steve asked, like he was the one out of place. “What are you doing here?” 

As if people just randomly stood behind the counter of retail and entertainment spaces with a nametag on. 

You know, for fun.

With a great deal of restraint, Gareth managed to hold the sass back, instead opting for a far more polite; ‘I work here, Harrington. What are you doing here?” 

Because no matter how much Hellfire had adopted Steve into its fold, Gareth could just not see the guy choosing to spend his free time at the local arcade. 

Not of his own free will, anyway. 

“Pick up duty.” Steve said, proving him right not even a second later. 

“Of what?” Gareth asked, puzzled, right before Steve’s name was shouted in stereo.

A miniature stampede took place as several children proceeded to swarm him like oversized puppies, most of them trying to talk at once. 

“One at a time, we talked about this!” Steve barked, loud enough to be heard over the commotion. “You’re giving me and Gareth here a headache!” 

He waved his hands in a “calm down” gesture, shaking his head and looking at Gareth in exasperation. “Probably giving the people in the video store next door one too, lord.”  

“Wait.” A curly-haired kid said, looking between the two older teens like he was watching the laws of the universe rewrite themselves in front of him. “You know Gary? How?”

“We are not close enough for you to call me Gary.” Gareth said dryly, for what felt like the fifteenth time that day. 

This was a regular battle between him and the kids who haunted the arcade.

(One had overheard Grant call him Gary the last time he was in, and ever since, every single child that graced this fine establishment with Cheeto-dusted fingers and candy-induced sugar rushes had decided to replace his actual name with his nickname.

The fact it clearly frustrated him only egged them on. )

“We go to school together Dustin,” Steve said, as if he were talking to someone particularly dense. 

“Yeah? You go to school with lots of people. You bitch about most of them.” Dustin fired back.”Plus Gary’s a total nerd. I bet you call him names.” 

"Hey, language!" 

Gareth’s eyes narrowed as he glared down at the little fucker. He was definitely going to remember Dustin (and equally going to watch and see what arcade games the younger teen played-- and top the score chart of every single fucking one.

He might be a nerd but he wasn’t gonna take that shit from a middle schooler.) 

“Hate to break it to you brats, but your babysitter here just joined our D&D club.” Gareth replied, if only to finally one-up the little bastards. “Our DM is building him a character as we speak.” 

(Which wasn't even a lie. Eddie was building a character for Steve. The guy just refused to give any input on grounds that he "wasn't going to play anyways." )

Abrupt and sudden silence, as several stunned faces stared at him. 

“Oh goddammit.” Harrington cursed, as the entire herd of children turned on him in unison like some kind of hivemind horror monster. 

“You joined the D&D club,” Dustin said slowly, outraged. “And you let them make you a character sheet, but you won’t play with us!?” 

“What the hell Steve!” The sporty-looking one whined, clearly hurt. “You won’t sit in on our games! You said they were lame!” 

“They are lame.” Steve defended immediately, pushing at sporty-kids head. It was fond though, the kind of gentle shove an elder brother gave to a younger one. It caused the kid's camo banana to fall into his eyes, which he adjusted quickly with a grumble. “Turns out the high school version’s cooler.” 

“He’s lying.” That from the bitchy one, whose arms were crossed over his chest, a glare on his face. “Steve probably paid Gary to say that” 

Gareth had seen that exact same stance on Steve at lunch that day, and wondered if the little asshole knew who he was copying when he did it. 

“Who cares about D&D?” This from the redhead, standing with another girl giggling in her ear. “I’m just amazed Steve has friends.” 

“Really Mayfield?” Steve said, looking almost betrayed. As if he thought she was going to be the one to defend him in this weird little showdown.

The girl leaning on her giggled harder, making Mayfield grin (even if she tried to hide it.)  She whispered something, which the redhead outright laughed at before repeating; “Adult friends even!” 

“Okay.” Steve said, clearly cutting the kids off before they could embarrass him further. “Thank you, unwanted peanut gallery, for all of that lovely commentary. Now go back to playing the games you little shits robbed me of all my quarters for, or we’re leaving.” 

Henderson’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you were here to pick us up?” 

“Oh I’m sorry, did Jonathan magically appear behind me in the last five seconds?” Steve turned around pretending to search the parking lot through the windows. “No? Then I guess we’re still waiting. Unless you, Lucas and Max want to leave first.” 

“You’re such an ass.” Dustin huffed, rolling his eyes. “Why aren’t you waiting in the car anyway?” 

“It’s raining, it’s cold, and I thought I’d come in to say hi to my friend.” Steve replied, so quickly it took Gareth a moment to realize what Steve referred to him as. 

He'd gotten the friend title before Eddie. 

His best friend was going to fucking freak. 

“Are you done drilling me or are you going to let Max kick your ass at DigDug again?” 

“Shit!” Henderson cursed, spinning to intercept the redhead as she bent to put a coin in said arcade machine. “Max, you said you’d let me keep my leaderboard score today! Max!” 

“I know you said you watched kids, but this wasn’t exactly what I was imagining.” Gareth said, slumping against the counter.  

(He'd been thinking of Steve watching much younger kids for one, and two, he was starting to get the idea the babysitter thing was used as an insult. 

Gareth knew a big brother vibe when he saw it.) 

Steve gave him a tired look. “Me neither man. Me neither.”

 Then; “You fucking owe me for that D&D comment, they’re never going to shut up about it now.”

Gareth winced. “Sorry. I was trying to help.” 

Steve blew out a breath. “I know. I appreciate the attempt.” 

Which was better than Steve bitching at him for it, not that he’d really ever done that to Gareth. 

The two of them hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to be playful like that with each other, though they had occasionally jumped in on opposing sides to arguments Eddie caused. Gareth figured they’d get there in time, but even with all the progress Steve made, he still had more off days than on. 

It was a fragile line to walk with him. Especially when there wasn’t a single member of Hellfire who wanted to ruin the progress they made. 

(Even if half of them would never admit to it.) 

“Steve?” A voice interrupted, quiet in a way that contrasted directly with how loud the rest of the brat pack was. 

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand as if to starve off a headache. 

“Yes, Baby Byers?” He asked after a long, painful pause, turning to look at the saddest looking kid in the bunch. 

“Is there actually a D&D club at the high school?” 

The kid looked at Steve like he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to hear the answer, but was hopeful for the outcome he wanted anyway. 

It was the kind of thing that pulled even on Gareth’s heartstrings, and he was almost immune to anything involving giant, sad eyes after a solid year of working at the arcade. 

(Never mind Eddie’s own puppy dog looks.)

Steve’s voice gentled, in a way Gareth had never quite heard him use before. “There is. You’d love it, it’s called Hellfire. I’m sure it’ll still be there next year when you come in as a freshman.” 

He nudged him with his shoulder playfully, smiling when the younger boy perked up. “If you’re nice, Garebear here might even put in a good word for you.” 

“Garebear?” Max repeated with a burst of laughter, appearing behind Steve like a fucking ghost. “Oh my god.” 

“No.” Gareth said, bolting upright from his slouch as he stared at her in horror. “Do not call me that.” 

“Sure thing, Garebear.” She outright cackled, as Steve sent him a wide-eyed, apologetic face. 

“What did you just call Gary?” The sporty one--Lucas, asked, a wide grin overtaking his face. 

“I swear to God.” Gareth threatened, as Steve took another dramatic look over his shoulder. 

“Hey look Jonathan’s here!” He yelled, jerking a thumb over his shoulder as he started quickly walking backwards. “Come on, dipshits, we're leaving!” 

“Bye Garebear!” Lucas and Max sang together, following after him. 

“Harrington!” Gareth howled, as Steve mouthed ‘Sorry’ over his shoulder, all but bolting out the door. 

“I like Garebear a lot better than Gary.” Another, random child informed him with a grin as he sauntered past, arcade tickets in hand. 

Steve Harrington, Gareth decided, was a dead man. 

Not even Eddie’s fucking crush on the guy could save him now. 

xXx

“Did you know Harrington has a literal pack of kids he watches?” Gareth asked a few hours later, messing with his drum kit as he set up for band practice. "He even drives them around." 

More than that though--he’d seemed almost normal around them. That was the most Gareth had seen the guy banter or act relaxed since Eddie had dragged him over. 

“He’s mentioned it multiple times.” Grant replied, tuning his bass. “You have ears Gareth, use them.” 

“Gareth? Listen?” Jeff teased as he dragged an amp into the garage. “I don’t think I’ll live to see the day.” 

"Oh screw you guys.” Gareth growled, winging a drumstick toward his friends for the insult.

Grant, long used to Gareth's tantrums (and Eddie's dramatics)  didn't look up from his bass.

Not even when the drumstick hit the wall with a bang!-- allll the way near the opposite end of the couch, entirely opposite of either him or Jeff. 

"As usual, your aim is dead on." Jeff appraised sarcastically. 

"Like I'd ever actually hit you." Gareth grumbled with a pout. "I was gonna say the kids are older than I expected."

He reached down, blindly fishing for another drumstick from the bucket of them next to his kit. 

He came up empty. 

"Hey Grantman." Gareth asked, tone changing to something mildly embarrassed. "Could I uh, could I get the drumstick back?" 

He got a flat stare back. "No." 

"What did I do to get stuck with such dramatic friends?" Jeff joked as he began moving all the amps he’d pulled in back into their usual places. 

They hadn't had time to unload anything other than the drums after their last show and the regret was real. 

"Eddie’s been standing on tables since seventh grade, you knew what you were getting into." Gareth fired back, making grabby hands for his drumstick. 

"And you never grew out of being that dorky middle schooler who snuck into Hellfire games and screamed we were all going to die every time anyone made a bad play." Jeff shot back. "Yet here I am, once again wondering if I should just permanently confiscate Eddie's snacks, your drumsticks, and now Harrington's fricken spatula." 

"One year. I am one year younger than you and you act like it's an entire century!" Gareth muttered, as Grant relented and leaned over to fetch said drumstick. 

"We all know Eddie chucks food at people, but what'd Steve do with a spatula?"  Grant asked as he tossed it back to Gareth.

He missed and nearly took out a cymbal in the process. 

"He had a snit while we were making chocolate roulade cause it wouldn’t roll right. Flung the spatula around so much it splattered whip cream on his ceiling." Jeff shook his head as he finished hooking an amp up to his guitar. "I had to rescue it from him." 

"His ceiling?" Gareth said in disbelief. "Wait, you were in Harrington’s kitchen?" 

"Yeah?" Jeff looked up to find his friends staring at him. 

Grant blinked. "The fuck?" 

“Can we just play?” Jeff complained, just as embarrassed as Gareth had been.

“No.” Gareth said, retrieved drumstick nearly falling from his hands in shock. “You don’t get to casually drop that you went to Harrington’s house to help him bake and then try to get us to play right after!” 

Jeff, who had done exactly that, blushed, skin darkening as he fiddled with his guitar.

“It wasn’t a big deal.” He said finally with a shrug, as if this was something he did all the time and not the groundbreaking revelation that it was.

“Did you meet his parents?” Grant said, sitting up from the couch. “What did his house look like?”

Jeff finally gave up the pretense of playing his instrument.

“I didn't, and it was kinda sad, actually.” He said, as if he didn’t live for this kind of shit. 

Gareth knew better than anyone how much of a fricken gossip Jeff could be. 

“His house was enormous. I only saw the first floor, and his kitchen is huge.” He set his hands apart at a good distance, showcasing just how large “huge” was, before continuing. 

“But it was weird. It was like a model home. No pictures on the walls, no art, no personality to the place at all.” 

“What are we talking about?” Eddie asked, finally returning to Gareth’s garage from where he’d been gathering up all the wires they’d thrown haphazardly into his van. 

“Jeff went to Harrington’s house.” Grant and Gareth tattled as one. 

“To help bake stuff for this Friday!” Jeff defended, the blush creeping back onto his face. “I was curious about his chocolate roulade recipe and he invited me over!” 

“When was this?” Eddie asked, staring at Jeff like he’d grown a second head. 

Or more likely, Gareth knew, in jealousy. But he wasn’t going to call Eddie out on that just yet. 

“Yesterday. We got to talking about it in the parking lot after school.” Jeff said with an embarrassed shrug. “He said he wasn’t the best at explaining how to do things and that he’d rather show me instead.” 

“Kinky.” Grant deadpanned, making Jeff sputter. 

“You sure you didn’t see his bedroom, Jeff? It’s okay if you fell for the ‘wanna see my music collection’ line. We won’t judge you.” Gareth waggled his eyebrows, ducking with a laugh when Jeff went to whack him. 

“Shut up, we just made the chocolate roulade!” Jeff’s ears were red now, and huh, maybe Eddie wasn’t the only person with a crush.  

“Guys.” Eddie reprimanded, tone warning. 

“Sorry Eds, you know we don’t mean it.” Gareth soothed. Of course, his best friend's anger was less about the gay comments or Steve’s reputation as Hawkin’s man whore than it was about Steve fucking Jeff (and not Eddie) but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be appreciated if he pointed that out either. 

Eddie didn’t respond, eyes already back on Jeff. "Details, Jeffery, give us the details!"  

He dropped onto the couch, flapping his hands at Jeff in his version of a "sit down" gesture. 

Jeff sighed, but repeated what he'd just said for Eddie as he took a seat on the edge of an amp, placing his guitar down gently. 

 "I think Wayne was right. I don't think anyone else lives there but Steve. Not full-time anyway." He finished. 

Which sounded like the best fucking thing ever until Gareth thought about it for more than two seconds. 

Tried to imagine what his life would be like if his parents and siblings were gone. Not for a day, or even a weekend, but always. 

How silent his normally loud house would be. 

Thought instantly that he'd be inviting Eddie, his friends, and hell, l even Wayne, over as often as they could handle. 

"The way he looked when I showed up, and how quiet he got when I left I just…" Jeff fiddled with his guitar’s strap. "I think he's lonely." 

The four of them sat in silence for a long moment as they digested that. 

“Hargrove kicked his ass right? And Byers?” Grant said finally, breaking the silence ad he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Old news.” Eddie replied absently, jiggling his leg.

“You think his parents were around for that?” Grant continued, slowly.

No one answered outside of Eddie's leg loudly jiggling faster. 

 "Did you see the kids hug him or anything?"

"They're like thirteen. I seriously doubt they're pestering Steve for hugs." Gareth answered flatly.  

 "So he got his ass kicked, his parents are gone, he was supposed involved in that whole has leak thing…" Grant trailed off with an air of someone who expected the end of his sentence to be obvious. 

“You’re doing that thing again where you think what you’re saying is obvious and its fucking not.” Eddie grumped. "Just spit it out." 

His friend's head finally tipped back down from the ceiling, to face the rest of them. “Maybe the flinching is because no one ever touches him anymore unless it’s to kick his ass.” 

“Oh.” Eddie blinked, body going rigid. “Oh shit.” 

“That…would make sense. A lot of sense.” Jeff said slowly. 

Grant put on a face that read “Duh” loud and clear. 

“So what do we do about it?" Gareth asked after a moment. 

"Touch him, obviously." Grant replied, like he couldn't believe the drummer was even asking.

Gareth and Eddie shared a look while Eddie rolled his eyes.  

"The guy almost fell down the stairs last time I tried that." Gareth pointed out. 

Never mind any other time Steve got weird over the lightest of touches. Eddie couldn't even clap the guy on the shoulder without getting major side-eye. 

"No."  Eddie cut in, sitting up suddenly. His eyes had gone bright, "We're going to trick him into it." 

"We're going to trick Harrington into being okay with, what? Shoulder pats?"  Gareth echoed, like Eddie might hear himself if his words were repeated back to him. “You realize how stupid that sounds right?" 

"Shut up, listen. It's like getting a stray to trust you. You just gotta be calm and so obvious about it that they get confused and let it happen." Eddie had begun practically vibrating, causing his friends to trade uneasy glances. 

They knew that look. Eddie only got it when he thought up a plan that was going to cause problems. 

"Eddie, that makes zero sense." Jeff told him.

Gareth just shook his head, because only Eddie Munson could compare Hawkins golden boy with a fucking stray animal. 

Even if the guy kinda acted like one sometimes. 

"I just need an opening." Eddie continued, the little hamster wheel spinning in his head so fast the rest of the band could almost hear it. 

If Gareth had been told two months ago he was going to be sitting in his garage, discussing the best way to acclimate Steve Harrington to casual touch, he’d have actually smacked whatever idiot dared spew such nonsense with his drumsticks. 

"I did tell tell the kids today you were making him a D&D character." He said, before his best friend could truly go off on some half cocked plot. 

Eddie lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Gary, I could kiss you."

Gareth made a face. "Please don't."

He clapped hard before springing to his feet. "Huddle up boys, I've got a plan." 

"God help us all." Jeff muttered. 

(He huddled up anyway, any thoughts of playing guitar that night fully forgotten.) 

Bonus: 

"Why don't you just get high and watch a movie with Steve? You're a fucking cling-on when you're high." Gareth complained the next morning, when Eddie swung by to pick him up for school. 

Mostly because the plan Eddie had come up with was ridiculous.

 Eddie took both hands off the wheel, pressing them against his chest in mock offense while he stared at Gareth and not at the street. “That would be taking advantage of him and I, as a gentleman, would never." He gasped, dramatically. 

In his normal voice, he added: "Plus it doesn't count." 

“Eyes on the road!” Gareth yelped, swatting an arm. “And you know I didn’t mean it like that. People relax more when they're high and maybe Steve needs something like that as an excuse to allow it. Hell he doesn’t even need to be high, just you.”

Which Gareth personally thought was a very insightful thing to say, so of course he had to ruin it with; “or whatever.” 

"Do you recall how you kissed Jeff on the cheek when you were high and then spent the entire next month swearing up and down that you weren't attracted to men last summer?" 

"That was different. I was discovering myself." 

Eddie outright cackled. "Discovering yourself? What self help book did you pick that gem out of?"

"I was quoting you, you moron!" Gareth sputtered. 

"If I said anything like that then I was definitely high and it just proves my point. Steve would just be uncomfortable."Eddie stuck his tongue out. "So there." 

"Fine." Gareth sighed. "If we ever get high with Harrington, I'll sit in his lap."

Eddie's eye twitched. "No you will not."

Thrilled to have something to tease the elder metalhead about, a smile graced Gareth's face. "In fact, I'm calling dibs." 

"You can't call dibs on a lap! And besides, you don't even like him like that!" 

"So?" Gareth retorted. "It's a nice lap, looks comfortable. You don't want it, so I'll take it."

Eddie grit his teeth, grasping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white. 

"I know what you're doing Gary. This is some bullshit reverse psychology shit and I will not be falling for it." 

"Oh contraire, this is sibling bullshit, Munson. You want it, so I want it." Gareth crossed his arms and looked at Eddie smugly. "And unless you do something about it, I'm getting it." 

"I hate you." 

Gareth grinned, delighted. "I know." 

#Gareth @ 15: LOOK AT THESE LITERAL BABIES! #The Party @ 13: SCREW YOU GARY U NERD #Steve is a mom in my head but he definitely has older brother vibes. #Like he's on that 'You can do stupid shit but only if I supervise' phase lol #I don't ship Gareth with Jeff but I can see him picking Jeff over Eddie as the Bi Test Run. #Pre steddie #hellfire adopts Steve #adopt a jock #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #hellfire club #Steve harrington whump #Sad Boy Hours Steve #0o0 fanfics #gareth emerson #jeff #grant #Next part is Eddie Munsons Ridiculous Oneshot

[vivwritesfics]

A Swing and a Miss

Crazy golf with the boys

Landoscar x reader

I'm in such a landoscar//poly-fic mood rn (pls send me thoughts/requests/recs)

"I'm gonna kick your asses," Lando said to Y/N and Oscar as they approached the first hole.

F1 drivers were insanely competitive, both on and off the track. Y/N should have realised they were going to all be in competition together when she suggested crazy golf to blow off some steam.

It was a sunny day, a seaside town. The crazy golf place had way too many different themes, from animal safari to pirates cove and the Jurassic age. There were at least twenty five holes, all of them spiralling out away from a bar that sat in the middle. This was shaping up to be a fun day.

Oscar went first, since it was his rookie season. It had taken Y/N a hot minute to convince Lando to let him go first. The golfer was buzzing - Y/N had to wrap her arm around his waist to keep him there.

The first hole was in the animal safari part of the course. It was incredibly simple, with it being the first hole and all. There were no obstacles, just a couple of plastic lions to the side.

Oscar was no golfer. Lando watched in pain as he missed the hole again, and again, and again. It should have been an easy whole in one (at least for Lando).

"Oh, Osc," Y/N laughed at she wrote a five on the score card. "Baby, that was..."

"Shut up," he groaned as he strode back over, letting an impatient Lando began his turn. "I don't spend my my spare time golfing, like you nerds."

Y/N snorted as she wrote down Lando's very low score. "We're not nerds, Oscar. We're civilised."

It was Landos turn to snort. "Sure we are, cupcake." He smacked her ass as she walked up to the hole, taking the score card from her hands.

Y/N did it in two easy shots and the three moved onto the next hole. For this one, you had to hit it through a snakes mouth for it to come out in the ideal place.

Again, Oscar went first. Again, Oscar did terribly. The Aussie was was visibly tense as he walked back over to his partners.

As Lando took his go, Y/N pit her things down and placed her hands on Oscars broad shoulders. "Baby, relax," she said as she rubbed. "You're all stiff and locked up. You need to be loosey goosey, baby. Loosey goosey."

Loosey goosey. Oscar could do loosey goosey. He watched Y/N (there was no point watching Lando, who took golf way too seriously. He played much more than Y/N and, when they played together, they didn't get much golf done). He watched as she played down her pink golf ball and swung.

Her ball went straight through the snake and out the other side, appearing just beside the hole. When Oscar had tried he'd hit the side of the opening several times before giving up and hitting around it.

For the next few holes, Oscar was still trying to get into the swing of things. He was doing better, definitely, but he was still oh so many points behind Y/N and Lando.

"Drinks?" Lando suggested as they finished the safari section of the golf course.

He left Y/N and Oscar as the first of the jurassic holes as he went to get them drinks. Only beer that'll last them most of the course. When he walked back over Y/N had her hands wrapped around Oscar, helping him to putt. It was an adorable site, one Lando couldn't take his eyes off of.

Not only adorable. It was funny, too. Lando was taller and broader than Y/N, who was having a hard time wrapping her arms around him.

"We're not telling Lando about this, right?" He asked as he watched his ball roll into the hole.

"Of course not," Y/N replied and she reached up to kiss him.

Lando stood back for a moment, letting them have their moment. As Oscar pulled away from her he stepped forward, placing the drinks on a barrel beside the hole. "You two having fun?" He asked as he set himself up to take his shot.

"Yep," Y/N answered, her voice a higher pitch than usual. "Yep, did it in three shots as well. All on his own."

Oscars elbow hit Y/Ns arm, giving her a soft jab to tell her to shut up. But, when Lando laughed, he realised he knew. Lando knew what they had done. And he wasn't saying anything.

As Y/N took her go, Lando wrapped his arms around Oscar. Even with their height difference, Lando was always stood behind Oscar, holding him that way. The boys watched as Y/N hit the golf ball towards the hole.

The three of them drank their beers as they moved from hole to hole. When they moved from the jurassic section to the pirate seconds, Y/N let Oscar carry her golf club as she jumped on Landos back. "Thanks, Lan," she said and kissed his cheek as he walked.

When Lando put her down, he demanded a proper one, not just one on the cheek. And then he insisted she give Oscar a kiss for good luck.

Towards the last four holes, the competition got fierce. There was cheating involved, Lando using his foot to block their balls and Y/N hitting their balls into the shallow water that surrounded the holes.

The day was a day full of joy and laughter. There was a point where Oscar wrapped his arms around Y/N and lifted her up just before she took her shot.

"And our loser is," Y/N began as soon as they had finished the last hole and given back their clubs. "Oscar Piastri!" She called and clapped.

"Well done, Osc," said Lando as he kissed the side of his head.

"Yeah, yeah," Oscar muttered as he turned his head to kiss him properly.

Y/N cleared her throat, regaining the boys attention as she read out the next score. "In second place we have me," she said as the strode forward to give her a kiss on each cheek. And then she got a proper kiss from each of them.

"And the winner is Lando! But, seriously, did we expect any difference."

"No," Lando said as he grinned. He two got kissed by his boyfriend and his girlfriend. To celebrate properly, the day was filled with whatever Lando wanted to do. Which meant more golf, a nice dinner and a night in the bedroom, without much sleeping.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader smut #oscar paistri fluff #oscar piastri x you #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader smut #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #landoscar #landoscar imagine #landoscar x reader #ln4 #op81 #poly!f1

[spiderlyla]

the high school reunion thing is so cute but now I’m also thinking about seeing him as a single person 👀 can you imagine going back to your highschool reunion and your old HS Best friend that you lost touch with after college is now this brooding 6’9 BIG MAN? my god

♤—Miguel O'Hara

—anon ur a genius.

🕸alternate idea to teenage miguel headcanons, you can read the first idea here!

🕸taglist: @general-dweebous , @mamu-writes , @beezblep

you weren't really sure why you attended this in the first place, you didn't like half of these people during your years in highschool.

but you were free for the night, and it wouldn't hurt if you had a couple of free drinks and went home after

you didn't mingle much, just said hello to a couple of friends, catching up and engaging in small talk

it was fun for a bit, reminiscing on your time spent here, but you soon found yourself getting overwhelmed

you stepped out of the gym, deciding to take a breather in the hall, when you bumped into something

hard.

you stumbled a bit from the impact, but two hands rested on your sides, stabilising you

taking a few steps back, you apologised, and excused yourself, a little too embaressed to look up

"Ay, still as clumsy as always. No es sorprendente."

your eyes met his, and memories came crashing down on you

one person you've never expected to run into here, was your bestfriend, Miguel O'Hara

miguel and you met just like this, not too many years ago. you bumped into him so hard the two of you fell on top of one another

after that little event, you found yourself partnered with him for your biology class, and ever since you were inseprable

that was until he completely dissappeared from everyone's lives as soon as he started working for alchemax

those brown eyes you daydreamed about as a teenager were boring into yours, but you could swear they were now a little...reddish? something about him was different.

then you noticed it. everything was different.

you remember miguel as this scrawny, freakishly tall nerd with dark brown bangs covering his forehead, who barely even held himself together

not as...this.

the man who stood infront of you was nothing like you remember. his body has obviously seen some extreme changes—you were certain that his arm was bigger than your own head

it didn't help that he wore a tight black shirt, because you could see the ripples of his abs from underneath the fabric and because it tugged at all of the right places

his face was still as handsome and defined, but he wore his hair back, it was definitely a good look on him

you had always had a crush on miguel, but seeing him like this made your tummy flutter

"Miggy? What...how are you—"

he smiled, and you could swear you could see...fangs? maybe he got his canins sharpened or something.

"You look good yourself...too good." Just like him, you changed alot too, and you did put some effort into how you looked tonight. Just for a faint moment, you saw his ears turn pink, but you didn't think too much about it, there was alot of things to stare at more important than his ears.

"Its been a while since you saw me. Started working out is all. Are you leaving?"

His answer was too calculated. You haven't seen him in ages, but you know him like you know the back of your hand.

"Just taking a breather."

"Had enough already?"

"Oh, you have no idea. Most of them are even more annoying than I remember them."

He chuckles, running his hand into his soft hair. That feeling in your stomach persisted.

"Then do you want to get out of here? I only came because I thought I might see you. We could go to the bar. Talk there."

"What makes you think I wanna talk to you?" You jab a finger at his chest, and wince at the pain. Gosh, his chest was hard.

"We have alot to talk about," He flashed you another grin, "and I think I should buy you a drink. Make up for lost time."

"Oh fine, only if you're paying." You chuckle.

"...and you need to tell me what 'work out' that makes you turn into this."

#miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider man atsv #astv #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse

[hausofneptune]

songs that give the same energy as these aspects/placements

[astro notes no. 008]

hey y'all! i'm sure this has probably been done before, but i thought it'd be fun to do a post where i can talk about music and astrology bc i'm very much so a nerd when it comes to both of those topics :) (i'm dipping my toes into synastry/composite placements in this post, and i'm still learning about those subjects so any of these notes sound like surface-level baby shit, that's why, i apologize in advance lmao)

also, if it don't apply let it fly, we all have different charts and so therefore aspects and placements will manifest differently for all of us.

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 ༊*·˚ ˗ venus in the 12H | scorpio / cancer venus: unknown / nth — hozier

you called me angel for the first time my heart leapt from me you smile now, i can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth and what's left of it, i listen to it tick every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me do you know, i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you? that i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?

i feel like it's worth mentioning that hozier has venus in aquarius in his 12H, which makes so much sense when you listen to his music. these placements are, i feel, indicative of loving extremely hard, even to your own detriment. they tend to crave deep, nurturing, spiritual connections in love. and although they might have the capacity to understand people on a deeper level, rarely is that level of understanding reciprocated to them in love (especially the venus 12th housers), which can result in this feeling of being "unknown". y'all's suffering usually results in amazing art though, which can be an upside depending on how you look at it lmao

༊*·˚ ˗ moon in the 8H | moon square / opposite pluto or saturn: good days — SZA

said i'm not tryna be a nuisance, it's just urgent tryna make sense of loose change got me a war in my mind gotta let go of weight, can't keep what's holding me choose to watch while the world break up and fall on me all the while, i'll await my armored fate with a smile still wanna try, still believe in good days

as an 8H moon native i literally cannot listen to this song without crying lmfao. i feel like there’s so much inner emotional turmoil that people with these placements experience, and these experiences can definitely harden somebody into the type of person who’s emotionally avoidant and seeks to escape through their work or self-destructive habits. or, they become someone who, despite of what they’ve been through, utilize their understanding of the “darker” side of life to help others, and at least attempt to seek out things that bring them joy recognize that you don't have to view life through the lens of the fucked up shit you've been through.

༊*·˚ ˗ venus in the 9H / taurus ruling over the 9H: bliss abroad — masego ft. sheléa

i'm a boss, i know you like that spend it all, and make it all back see the sea view right from the cockpit just a preview to one of god's gifts i love the way we have no limitations, every night a celebration you take me there you exceed my expectation, beyond imagination

this is such a cute placement to have, both in natal and synastry. in the natal chart, it can indicate being someone who finds pleasure in traveling and learning about cultures that are vastly different than yours, and even finding spiritual fulfillment through doing so. it also shows being someone who enjoys traveling and exploring uncharted territory with their partner (or finding love in a different country), as well as feeling the most fulfilled in a relationship with someone who you feel "enlightens" you and brings newfound wisdom to your day to day life. these natives could also end up attaining wealth through these endeavors as well.

༊*·˚ ˗ sun trine or sextile black moon lilith | mars conjunct uranus | venus aspecting mars / pluto (synastry): stroke — banks

it’s always in my head everything is always about you tell me you’re a book that i misread you just wanna tell me what to do you want me, you want me want me to stroke your ego beg for it, die for it i got the touch placebo

i like to refer to aspects and placements like these as the "you not finna tell me what the fuck to do" indicators. with the natal aspects, these are typically the type of people who like to push against the boundaries just to see how far they can go, and enjoy ruffling other peoples' feathers for fun. they're also visionaries, and tend to prioritize their individuality above all else and enjoy encouraging others to feel empowered as well. on the other hand, the synastry aspects can indicate a strong level of physical attraction and sexual compatibility, when they're afflicted it can very much so lead to power struggles, with mars/pluto being the one attempting to assert some form of dominance or control over venus. how that ends up playing out depends on the context of the individual natal charts of those involved, personally i'd rather eat a denim jacket than let somebody (especially a man) tell me what to do, but i digress.

༊*·˚ ˗ moon / mercury in 3H (synastry) | sun in pisces / taurus (composite): are you even real? — james blake

all i can do is trust in her late nights, i can see the lust in her acid rain is a first for her skies open up, share a cup with her cracking seals, guilty no appeal trip down the hill, strawberry fields are you even real? she said, "tell me how you feel" are you even real?

3H synastry is so sweet and so underrated, probably because it's not a house that people typically look at for an indication of "romance", but i feel like communication is an integral part of relationships that (clearly) nobody really takes into account. moon and mercury in the 3H can be indicative of giving/receiving words of affirmation with someone, as well as an ease in not only expressing your emotions to someone but having a very strong intellectual connection to them. it could also be indicative of having a strong bond with their siblings or immediate family as well. i also mentioned sun in pisces and taurus in the composite chart because the production of this song is so ethereal, and the lyrics are very domestic in a sense? i feel like it's representative of the spiritual connection and compassion that pisces brings, alongside the pleasure and security found in building a home with the person you love.

༊*·˚ ˗ pisces moon / mercury: count me out — kendrick lamar

i care too much, wanna share too much in my head too much, i shut down too i ain't there too much, i'm a complex soul they layered me up, then broke me down and moralities dust, i lack in trust

pisces moons are truly god's strongest soldiers lmfao. i spoke on this in a previous post and i'll reiterate it again because it's so real, but pisces is the only water sign without "armor", and therefore the water sign that tends to get hurt the most. and i'm speaking in terms of the archetype and not necessarily every person with prominent pisces placements when i say this (pls do not come up under this post talking about a pisces that hurt your feelings, we do not care), but pisces are very sensitive and kind-hearted by nature, and with the moon in pisces that can very easily manifest as becoming "captain save a hoe" and trying to help and fix everyone around you, even to your own detriment. in regard to having mercury in pisces, i feel like the upside is having a very romanticized way of speech and a general "poetic" ideological approach to life, and the downside is getting lost in your thoughts, as well as being misrepresented or not clearly understood in communication/connection to others, and therefore "shutting down" and opting not to speak at all.

༊*·˚ ˗ sun / venus trine or sextile neptune (natal or synastry): two weeks — fka twigs

i'll put you first, just close your eyes and dream about it higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover i'll quench your thirst, just chase the high and stop your doubting flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other

i'm not gonna hold you, i feel like this is the perfect example of a song fully encapsulating what an aspect feels like. i feel like these aspects can make someone very ethereal, they may have a tendency to come off as impersonal or "out of reach" to those around them, and are typically very intuitive and spiritually-inclined. in synastry, this could make someone view their partner through a dream-like lens. aside from neptune's malefic characteristics (which typically show up more with conjunctions or challenging aspects) it's energy paired with the sun and venus can make a relationship feel like a fairy-tale in a sense. they may have a telepathic connection with one another, visit each other or communicate through the astral realm, and their intimacy can feel like a very spiritual experience for both parties.

as always, if you have any of the aspects or placements mentioned let me know how it manifests in your own life! and if you have any songs that you feel like are representative of any placements feel free to drop them below, i'm always looking for new music to listen to!

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[pandoraslxna]

Listen to me

Miles Quaritch x female recombinant reader

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Summary: The cute newbie of his squad enjoys late night activities way too much, keeping Miles up every single night since she moved into the quarters next to his room.

Warnings: explicit smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, p in v, doggy, accidental voyeurism, secret crush, teasing, creampie, age difference, alien biology, Z-dog being a subtle wingman lol, degradation & praise kink, just quaritch being quaritch (reader calls him Sir)

Of course they had warned him about this. The heightened senses and all that. Miles knew about the Na‘vi’s keen sense of smell, their incredible eye sight and the distinctive hearing, even before he became one of them. Well, sort of.

What he didn’t expect though, was how incredibly good his senses actually were now.

It was a blessing and a curse.

A blessing mostly because it gave him an advantage, made him better than the human soldiers, a better version of his own past self. And finally he was eye level with his sworn enemy. But as soon as he was back in bridgehead city, back at the base and in his private quarters, it was curse. Miles could handle his new body and all the changes that came with it, there was no doubt in that. But out of all things, it was his distinctive hearing that quite literally made his life hell. Well, not his whole life but specifically his nights.

To his right, there was Lyle‘s room. The Corporal had always been a heavy sleeper, snoring louder than the roar of a Thanator. It was annoying, but bearable, even with his heightened senses. To his right, however, there was your room.

Miles didn’t know you when you were a human, he had only frequently met you when you had joined his team. You were a cute thing, young and eager and maybe a little too pretty to be a recom soldier. You looked more like you belonged to the nerds working in the bio labs, always walking around with that bright smile and sunshine attitude. And you definitely got on his nerves more than he would like to admit. More so, when Ardmore made you move in to the room right next to his. Now his nights were spent mostly sleepless, forced to listen to the little night owl he had as his new neighbor. All thanks to the Na‘vi and their damn distinctive hearing.

On some nights, it felt like there weren’t any walls at all. He could hear you loud and clear, like you were standing right here in his room as you did your little bedtime routine, several hours after you were supposed to go to bed.

Quaritch could hear how you turned on the shower, the water running against the tiled wall and down the drain for a good ten minutes until he heard you step under the spray. You probably loved a good, hot shower, he noticed right away in the first night. From then on, with nothing better to do than to lay there and listen to the newbie showering, Miles often found himself imagining you under the spray of water.

He just couldn’t help it. His mind almost instantly presented him with a clear picture of your naked body, imagining you all wet and soapy, with your hands running over your curves. Fuck, he could smell your damn shampoo all the way from here. Fucking vanilla, he scoffed, as his hands found the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down enough to free his now hard cock. He would make you run an extra mile around the campus tomorrow, just for that.

It’s not often that he had some alone time on this damn planet. Better use his precious time wisely if he couldn’t sleep anyway…

At least he had his private quarters, unlike most of his subordinates who either had to keep it in their pants or be stealthy about it. Or didn’t care what others might think of their nightly jerkoff session.

Miles was so hard, his cock was throbbing painfully in his palm as he begins to move his hand up and down, stroking lazily to the thought of you. Faintly, he remembers overhearing a conversation between you and Z-dog from a couple of days ago. It was after a mission, when she had asked how you always smelled so nice and what you used to keep your skin so soft. Their new bodies required more care than what they were used to when they were all still human, so you happily recommended her some oil that you frequently used. Of course you went into full detail, talking about how she had to use a generous amount and make sure to rub it into her skin and fucking great, now he was imagining you oiling yourself up like a damn snack.

Miles was gritting his teeth as he stroked over his shaft, squeezing the blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles. While he enjoyed fast-pace excitement every so often, it was nice to take his time and let all the pleasure course through him.

Out of all his years of living, he had never wanted to bend a woman over so bad. It was an unfamiliar feeling, something that hadn’t plagued his usually cool and composed mind in such a long time. You just looked so inviting, so good, so kissable, suckable, so fuckable. Miles wanted to bend you, eat you and fuck you in so many different ways, he wanted to make you cry. He wanted to see tears trickle down that beautiful face of yours, wanted to see those plumb lips slick with spit and his cum. And fuck, did he wanted to see that ass bounce on him. You were almost as sweet as your delicious ass looked. Quaritch wasn’t the type to stare, he barely paid you any attention at all, truth be told. But god damn, was it hard not to crane his neck to get a glimpse of that ass whenever you walked by.

On some nights, his perverted thoughts would come to an end once you mercifully decided to end your twenty minute long hot shower and went to bed. On other nights however, you didn’t went straight to bed. Well, to bed yes but… not to sleep. Those nights were the very reason Miles was cursing your name so venomently while wrapping his fist tightly around his cock.

Those nights, where you would settle down with the faint creak of your bed and where he could pinpoint the exact moment your breathing increased. He could see it clear as day in his minds eye, how you laid down and spread those pretty legs, ran your soft hands down over your stomach until they disappeared between your thighs. Oh, how he would love to bite into the soft of your inner thighs, leave his marks there, before he would taste you. Miles frequently imagined the flavor of your pussy and he could almost taste it on his tongue every time. He bets you’re so sweet– all dripping wet, smelling like that damn vanilla stuff and so fucking delicious.

The recom‘s ears twitched as they picked up the sounds of your tender fingers entering your slick cunt. God, what he would give to replace them with his cock. Miles tried to stroke his length in the same rhythm of those obscene squelching sounds coming from the room next door. But those sweet moans and heavy pants that left your lips made it very difficult for him to not fuck his fist like a madman.

There’s a tightness, a warmth that swells inside him and it gets even worse when he hears you shift around on your bed, clearly turning to your side to reach for something.

By now, he already knew the familiar sound of your nightstand drawer getting pulled open. It was a sound that would probably wake him up from the deepest slumber and instantly give him a boner. Like some sort of muscle memory or whatever. And that even though he absolutely hated when you used your toys. And you seemingly had a various amount of them. Going by the way you were moaning and whimpering on some nights, they had different sizes too. Oh you would definitely be able to take all of him, if he were ever going to stuff that needy little hole of yours.

But the worst of all was whatever toy you owned that was buzzing so fucking loud. He cursed it. Were you really that desperate that you needed a vibrator too? It was almost impossible to hear your sweet moans, thanks to that damn thing.

If you needed something to fill you up so bad, why didn’t you just ask? There were like… ten guys in his squad that would gladly bend you over the next best surface, going by the way they all looked at you and tried their absolute most to sweet talk their way into your pants. Why the fuck were you rejecting them, if you needed to get laid so bad?

Nevertheless, Miles thanked god you didn’t settle for that vibrator today. Whatever you had chosen instead though, must’ve been big enough for you to whine so loud, even a regular without distinctive hearing could’ve heard that.

Quaritch‘s imagination provides him with images of you, laying on your bed and with your legs spread wide while you thrust the toy into you. Or would you kneel? Would you hover over it and slowly sink down, forcing the silicon cock to stretch you out to the absolute most? Maybe you were the type of girl that would enjoy a little pain, maybe you would rush it because you’re so desperate. You would just sit down and take it all at once, because you love the sting that the sudden stretch brings. He imagines how you bounce on that fake cock, humping like a little bunny in heat and he groans through clenched teeth, wishing it was him instead.

Speeding up his movements, Miles hips were already bucking up to fuck into his fist, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more. Shit, he was close. It had been so long since he'd let himself have a satisfying release, but this would have to do. He would end up shooting his cum into his fist, instead of a wet little pussy that would actually satisfy his needs. Then he would clean himself and he would try to rest for at least a few more hours, until he had to get up for his squad’s morning workout. And he would look at you– if he would even look at you, no, he would most definitely ignore you just like any other day, acting like none of this has ever happened. Like he wasn’t daydreaming about fucking you stupid every second of the day.

This was how it was supposed to go. How it always went.

Just not today, though.

At first, Miles thought that his mind was playing tricks on him. That it was just his brain adding further stimulation to the imaginary scenario in his head, in favor of helping him cum. But then he heard it again.

A soft, high-pitched and keening whine of his name. His damn name.

"Miles– oh god Miles, fuck yes", you were moaning, chanting his name like a prayer. Like you were begging for him to come over and help you out.

Miles head perked at the sound, so audible even through the wall that separated your rooms. And then it was like his body moved without his brain telling him to. Pulling his boxers back up and rearranging himself, he made his way over to the room next door.

It took a whole five minutes after knocking that you finally opened. The door creaked open just a few inches, revealing your delicate frame to him. The room behind you was almost dark, the only source of light was coming from the dim hallway. Quaritch couldn’t hide the smug grin that formed on his face by the sight of you, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt that had the RDAs logo printed on it, your tail nervously swaying behind your back. And you weren’t wearing a bra, by the looks of it. What a delightful sight for his hungry eyes.

When you realize that it’s him, your eyebrows rise in surprise and you open the door just a little wider. "C-Colonel, Sir, what— it’s the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Miles takes a step closer to you and your eyes widen. "Next time you need a hand, kid", he takes another step, "just ask me."

He steps closer and closer, until you’re left with no choice but to let him in. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks have turned into dark blush of purple, as you look at him. He then closes the door behind your back and with the way he’s standing, he’s basically towering over you.

"Heard you moaning my name like a little bitch in heat", he then tells you grinning and you swallow thickly, "was wondering when you’d finally ask for help."

With that, he spins you around, your hands flat against the cool metal door, before he positions himself behind you. You don’t resist when he kicks your legs apart and rides your shirt up, enough to expose your lower half to him.

"Hm, would you look at that", he hums, "No panties, huh?"

"I- I had to hurry to open the door, sir", you try to explain but the Colonel only chuckles. You feel his hands, caressing the back of your thighs and the curve of your bottom. He kneads the plump cheeks of you ass in his big hands, his head tilted enough to get a glimpse of your pussy when he spreads your cheeks. Your lips and inner thighs are covered in your arousal, glistening in the dim room and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

"Ah right. And what were you doing before that?"

Miles pulls his boxer briefs down enough to free his hard length before he lines himself up, the head of his hard cock rubbing along your slit, coating himself in your slickness. He hears you gasp and your head hangs low between your arms, support yourself on the door. He gives you a minute to relish in the feeling of his cock sliding between your wet folds before he clicks his tongue, "Answer me when I’m talking to you."

You can’t help yourself. His words have your pussy clenching around nothing and you are so desperate to finally get what you’ve been wishing and praying for, you’re left with no choice but to respond to his teasing, "I‘m– I was… I was fingering myself." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know he’s heard you loud and clear.

"Just your fingers?", he scoffs, "Didn’t sound like it was just your fingers. Don’t lie to me, sweetheart."

His hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer so the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you hold your breath. He’s thick and warm and he pushes himself in so painfully slow, you can’t help but whimper. But then he retreats, pulling the very few inches he had granted you right back out. It was torture, all that just to make you talk.

"F-Fuck okay, okay! I was using… toys", you shamefully admit.

With those words he slams his hips forward, cock forcing itself deep inside you, the blunt head hitting your cervix in a way that has your legs quaking. And if you weren’t being pushed against the door, with his big hands supporting your weight by your hips, you would already be on the floor.  

"What kind of toys?", Miles asks you so nonchalantly, it’s beyond you how he can keep his voice so composed while he’s buried balls deep inside you. "Anything big, hm? Bigger than me?"

You can’t really see him from your current position, but you know he’s grinning– that shit eating grin, with the tip of his fangs showing.

You quickly shake your head, "N-No sir!"

"You know what? I believe you, cupcake. You’re still so fucking tight, there’s no way you were using anything bigger than me. I barely fit, jesus christ." Quaritch exhales a shaky breathe, his eyes fixed to where you were joined, how you hugged his length tightly and he knew just from the feeling of your wet walls sucking him in, that this couldn’t be a one time thing. You had him addicted already and while this wasn’t even done yet, he was already imagining all the positions he would bend you in next.

“Gonna fuck you now. Think you can take it?” He all but growls in your ear, the timbre of it making you clench around him and you nod, desperately wiggling your hips to get him to move. “Good fucking girl", he gruffs out the praise, hips starting to retract and snap back at a furious pace.

Quaritch fell into a steady pace, the swing of his hips becoming quick and rhythmic. The slap of skin on skin filled his ears, joined by the breathless panting and moans that escaped your lips, sounding more and more desperate with each passing second and every stroke of his cock.

The firm snap of his hips against yours made your eyes roll to the back of your head, while you were trembling on unsteady feet to keep yourself upright. The way he was fucking into you was everything but lovingly. Quaritch was using you, using you for his own pleasure and fucking hell– you loved every second of it.

Especially so, when one of his hands encircles your middle and drops low between your thighs to search for your clit. Once found, he lightly slaps the little bundle of nerves and you suck in a breathe between clenched teeth. He then proceeded to roll it between his rough thumb and index finger, drawing tight circles that have you moan and squirm underneath his touch.

"F-Fuck yes, right t-there oh my god", you cry out when he speeds up the movement of thrusts, combined with the flicks of skillful digits between your thighs. You both knew that neither of you would last long, not with the way you both unknowingly worked each other up.

Some sane part of your brain registers that there’s no way the rest of your squad, the recoms in the other rooms that were littered along the hallway, couldn’t hear what was going on. Strangely enough, that thought starts tightening the coil inside of you, making you clench around him harder.

"That’s it, cupcake, don’t hold back", Quaritch groans, "Let everyone here how good I’m making you feel, be as loud as you need to. Never had a problem with that anyways, am I right?"

He pounded into you then, the head of his cock rapidly hitting your g-spot in the process while he rubbed your clit in a matching pace. Your jaw dropped and your hand clenched into fists against the door, but oh, that wasn't all that was clenching. Your breathing turned needy and higher pitched, struggling to keep steady as he was driving you over the edge faster.

You feel a familiar tension crawl under your skin, a warmth spreading through your core and you can’t help but push yourself back against him. You wanted– no, you needed to cum.

"God, look at you fucking taking it", Miles groans, biting his bottom lip hard enough to keep himself from spilling just a few moments longer. He was already so close from his little jerk off session, it was on the verge of edging himself now. But he wanted to feel you fall apart, wanted to feel you come first. He wanted to use your orgasm, the pulsing rhythm of your thigh pussy clenching down on him to help him over the edge.

It's a buildup of tension that arches your back and curls your toes and just when you think you can't take it anymore, something snaps. "Oh fuck, I’m gonna come", is the only thing you manage to get out before your orgasm pulses throughout your body and you moan, loud and lewd. You should probably feel embarrassed for being so vocal in the middle of the night, but you couldn’t care less right now. It was too late to feel embarrassed now. Especially when the Colonel was fucking you through it so good.

"Shit, would you look at that. You look delicious enough to eat, so damn pretty when you cum around my cock."

You feel his pace change before you can even come down from your high. It’s not necessarily slower, but his thrusts become shorter, deeper and they knock you forward until you can barely hold yourself upright against that damn door.

Quaritch grunts, ears flat against his head, as he reaches his own limit with a hiss. He buries his cock deep inside your cunt, cursing as he pumps his release straight into you. It’s hot and sticky and feel every rope of his cum enter you, while the hands on your hips hold you firm, hard enough to bruise. You moan and quiver as you’re filled, his heat pouring into you, filling you to the absolute brim, before spilling over and bubbling onto the floor.

"Can’t deny you’re a good fuck, cupcake", Quaritch tells you panting, pulling his cock out of you a little too fast for your liking. You cringe when you feel more of his cum seep out of you and the feeling of it smearing between your thighs leaves you feeling filthy. You push yourself off the door, your face flustered as you turn around and you avoid his gaze at all cost. Nervously, you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it down enough to hide your private parts from. As if he didn’t just get a front row seat to look at your pussy in all its glory…

Shit– what were you even thinking, letting this happen? Quaritch was basically your boss! And now your secret little crush on him wasn’t so secret anymore…. All that just because you couldn’t keep it down. But how were you supposed to know that he was able to hear you all this time? Fucking thank you for that Z-dog, you curse your next door neighbor. She could’ve at least said something, assuming that she must have heard you too then.

You just can’t bring yourself to look up at the man standing in front of you, too awkward now that you realized how much of a fool you’ve made out of yourself, moaning like a slut for the whole world to hear. It’s not until you hear Quaritch scoff that you take a quick glance at him. He looks entirely too good standing there in his boxer briefs and muscle shirt, board arms crossed over his chest, right where his dog tags dangle against his sweaty skin. Oh god…

He grins with his canine showing and tilts his head in amusement, when he sees you swallow thickly and adverting your gaze from his body to his eyes in a not so subtle way.

"If you’re so needy, at least come over and let me help you out", he then tells you with a chuckle and your eyes widen at his unexpected words, "Instead of keeping me up all night and forcing me to listen to you, fucking yourself with whatever toys you’ve got in that drawer. Got it?"

"Yes sir…"

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☾.⋆*･.10:21 p.m. (m) — choi soobin

genre: nsfw so mdni, nerdy boyfriend!soobin, unprotected sex, car sex <3

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you find your boyfriend to be absolutely adorable.

despite his physically imposing aura (thanks to his tall stature), he is most definitely the biggest, softest nerd that you have ever encountered. he can get so shy, hiding his face behind his hands once things grow hot and heavy, his face flushing whenever you place a hand a little too high on his thigh. his chunky glasses and soft, oversized hoodies only serve to make him look even cuter. you find it endearing, how easily flustered he becomes, even after four months together.

it's not like he's a virgin, anyway. he's told you he has had a couple partners before you, and you've had sex with each other a few times thus far, but the freshness of your relationship makes him a little nervous to try new things. it's a little difficult for him to open up about sexual topics, he said, and you respect his wishes of easing into the things that he is unfamiliar with.

so when you find yourself in the back of soobin's car in the middle of an dark, desolate parking lot, straddling his lap with his tongue exploring your mouth — something you haven't tried with him yet — you wait for him to give you the green light. you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you, yet you refuse to give in to the urge to grind down against him. the last thing you want to do is push him too far, but it's hard. it's so fucking hard not to give into your own desires, to keep a clear head when you're so easily intoxicated by his presence.

and so you pull away, fingers trailing down to toy with the button on his jeans, and ask: “do you wanna go further?”

“i’ve, uh,” he breathes, eyes all wide and lips slick with spit. “i’ve never-”

“you’ve never had sex in a car?” you finish for him. soobin nods, and, despite the dim light, you are still able to make out the pretty scarlet blush spreading across his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut behind his chunky glasses for a moment while his takes a deep, shuddering breath. you smile, soft and serene, hoping that it will help calm him down.

“do you want to?” you question quietly as you cup his face in your hands. “we can sto—”

“‘course i do,” he immediately responds, interrupting you, his voice low and slightly husky. he sends you a reassuring smile and squeezes your waist. “only ‘cause it’s you.”

your heart flips in your chest at his admission. trust. he trusts you — you feel it in the way he looks up at you, overflowing with fondness, how he silently encourages your hands to slip under his shirt to slide across the smooth planes of his stomach. the pent up adoration in your heart causes you to surge forward to kiss him again, gathering the hands that respectfully rest on your waist in your own and guiding them down to your hips. he takes the hint and helps you grind down on him. the friction causes delighted sighs to fall from your and soobin's lips.

as he ducks his head to mouth at your neck, you push your hands back up his shirt, slipping the article of clothing up with them.

“want this off,” you exhale. “please.”

he moves back to slip it off completely before he's tugging at your own shirt, a silent plea for you to take yours off, too. you concede, and his hands find your covered breasts right away, squeezing before he slips his hands around your back to attempt to release the clasp — a failed endeavor.

“shit,” he mutters, and you allow a tiny laugh at his furrowed brows. you reach behind you to help him, the clasp coming undone easily, and he groans as the fabric finally comes off. big hands cup them as his lips latch onto one of your hardened nipples, the other one being stimulated by his thumb.

“so good, fuck,” you cry out when he bites down a little. your hips move faster against him, growing more desperate as he continues his ministrations. you feel as if you’re going to burst as soon as he shoves your shorts aside to brush against your folds, a surprised moan tearing from your throat when his slick-coated fingers start to rub quick circles against your clit. “soobin!”

he moans at the sound of his name, unrelenting as he continues to mouth at your tit, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. you're grinding against his hand in desperation, arching your back to further push your chest against his face, doing anything in your power to chase the delicious orgasm building in your stomach.

“gonna cum, baby. please don’t stop,” you airily whimper, and this seems to spur him on further. his fingers seem to circle faster against your weeping bud, his lips sucking and nipping at your breast until you’re quaking above him, the cord inside you snapping. you squeal and slump into him, high pitched moans pouring from your lips as he helps you ride out your high.

the pleasure slowly subsides, and you remove your face from his neck as your hands moves down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. he whines at the sensation.

“can i ride you?” you ask, still panting from your first orgasm. he bites his lip at your question.

“fuck, yeah,” he says. “want you so bad.”

“want you too, ‘bin.” you shift off of him for a moment to take your shorts off, growing a little shy as he watches you shed your panties as well. in the meantime, he has slipped his pants halfway down his thighs and taken his cock out of his boxers. it stands tall against his stomach, unbelievably hard and big and veiny, with a slight upward curve that you love.

you straddle him once more, grinding your bare pussy against him until he's begging for you to put it in. you pump him a few times as your thumb rubs against his tip to spread his precum around the mushroomed head.

“please, god, fuck,” he hisses as you continue to tease him. “please put it in, can’t take it.”

“so polite,” you giggle before you’re lining him up and slowly sinking down with a drawn-out moan. the stretch nearly makes you drool. he’s immediately whimpering, sighing loudly when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

“so f-fuckin’ tight and warm,” he whines as you fully sit on him, taking your time to adjust to his size. 

“only for you,” you mewl, and then you’re moving, rolling your hips and keening at the fullness. soobin’s hands find purchase on your hips once more, guiding your movements in such a way that the head of his cock directly presses against the spot inside you that causes your legs to shake. the heady air inside the car makes it difficult to breathe. a bead of sweat slides between the valley of your breasts.

“right there?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s searching for praise. his glasses have grown as foggy as the car’s windows, and so you hum in confirmation as you slip them off and set them on the seat next to you. your hands slip under his jaw and avert his attention from your chest to your eyes. the blush that once covered his cheeks has now spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. his pretty, plump lips are parted, allowing pants and sighs and whimpers to escape. you’re nearly beaming at the sounds, remembering how shy he used to be about making them — you are truly ecstatic to see how much he’s opened up. 

“feels so, o-oh— so good, baby,” you coo between moans. suddenly, a thumb finds your swollen clit, and you squeal as your walls clench around him. he knows how to make you weak for him, especially after he realized just how sensitive you get after your first high; your boyfriend has started to use it to his advantage.

“just got so much tighter, fuck. fuck, gonna cum soon, love. are you, ngh, you close?”

you nod rapidly in response, capturing his lips again. you swallow each others moans as both of your chase your highs. “please make me cum, ‘bin. please,  p-please.”

his thumb moves even faster, his free hand tweaking one of your nipples and then your thrown overboard, another high hitting you like frigid water. your entire body shivers in pleasure as he continues to thrust into you.

soobin cries out as your walls pulse around him, and suddenly he pulls out, jerking himself off until he releases onto your stomach with the prettiest whine that you've ever heard. you're both panting, staring at each other in disbelief.

“holy fuck,” he finally whispers after a few moments of silence. “that was so good.”

“yeah,” and that’s really all that comes to mind. your mind is a little hazy after two intense orgasms, and he can tell, hands rubbing up and down your sides until that slight fog clears up.

you grin, tired yet deeply affectionate. “you’re amazing.”

his face grows a little warmer at the praise, and he responds with a shy, lethargic chuckle. “no, you.”

“no, you.”

“no, y—”

you press your lips against his again to shut him up. grabbing his glasses, you slip them back on before your fingers move up to press down the cowlick that always seems to pop up during your sexual endeavors.

“‘m all sticky,” you pout. much to your surprise, he gathers his release on his fingers.

“wanna taste?” he asks, and though you’re not sure where this sudden boldness bloomed from, you nod. he feeds you his cum until no more is left on your tummy, and then he pulls you in to hold you against him.

“we need to take a shower,” he notes after a brief moment, and you deliver a light pinch his arm. “hey!”

“just hold me for a bit,” you murmur. his arms wrap around you a little tighter. “then we can go to my place.”

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starstruck - p.parker x fem!reader

posted nov 7th, 2023 10:15 pm

my silly little imagine i wrote today just for you silly little guys

summary: after a nasty run in with the Rhino, Spidey goes to his favorite civilian, who happens to be good with bandages, but not great with science.

reader is implied to be bad at science and thinks Midtown High is a nerd school, reader is also implied to know spidey fairly well atp

part two :)

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the sound of "thwips" and wind coming from outside your window mixed with the usual city noise that served as your own personal lo-fi as you studied.

A sudden knock on your window caught your attention, grabbing you away from the task at hand. a bird, you assumed, turning back to your laptop and trying to find the point you left on, right, essay, you begin typing again,

in the early- thump thump Thump

three more rapid knocks on your window. Okay, not a bird.

but a spider.

you groaned, moving your laptop to your nightstand and standing from your warm bed, hissing at the cold hitting your bare legs, and cursing yourself for not doing laundry when the sun was out.

You walked towards the window, opening your curtain to reveal the familiar mask of New York's very own superhero. 

“spidey, we talked about this” you spoke in a sing-song voice as you pulled your window open, another hit of the cold wind hitting you as Spiderman stumbled into your dark bedroom. Laughing quietly and breathlessly as he did so. “Need your assistance,” he groaned once more, sitting on your floor and watching you through his mask as you closed the window. 

“You're hurt?” you moved to turn on the lights, cringing at the sudden brightness and then wincing at the sight of Spiderman’s side, “what the hell did you do?” 

“I fought a giant rhino” his response was too quick to be one of his usual snappy jokes, causing you to give him a confused and mortified look in response as you hurriedly dragged the first aid kit out from under your bed, 

“Don't worry about it- hey, wasn't that in your bathroom before?” he asked, before taking another deep breath and turning his gaze to your ceiling. “yeah, moved in here after you fought that lizard guy” you mumbled back, focused on getting out the proper supplies

or at least what you thought was the proper supplies

“hey aren't you cold? why aren't you wearing pants or like a onesie or-“ 

“Oh, you mean like yours?”

“Alright, touche”

You can’t help but laugh at the stupid word exchange the two of you had as you watched Spiderman peel off the top half of his suit, careful to leave his mask untouched and you respected this as he was vulnerably showing you a different side to the hero already, allowing you to see what most couldn't which was most definitely the rocky side of being New York’s Spiderman and definitely not his abbs (though you appreciated those too)

“By the way, not that I took what you said seriously or anything or that it hurt my feelings but, this is a suit, not a onesie,” Spidey said through small gasps of pain, leaning his head back into the edge of your bed as you cleaned the gaping stab wound in his side. 

“I’m sorry” You're not sure if you meant the onesie or the pain he was in but either way worked at this moment as just his shaky breaths alone made you feel guilty

Spidey stayed unusually quiet as you cleaned him up, so far having avoided stitches pretty well as you topped it off with as much bandaging supplies as you had. 

He groaned once more, before picking his head back up and looking back at you as you stood up and made your way to your desk, carefully picking up the roll of paper towels that you were previously upset at yourself for leaving in your room after cleaning this morning, although now that feeling was replaced with gratitude as you used a few sheets as a barrier to not get blood on your doorknob-

“Hey, where you goin'?” you turned your attention back to the masked vigilante who was just bleeding out on your bedroom floor. “Just to the bathroom, to clean my hands, why? Is there more?” You asked, panicked you’d have to go rummage through every cabinet in your house for more bandages. 

“Just be fast okay? Don’ wanna be alone' ' His voice sounded weak and barely audible which honestly made you panic more as you nodded in response, leaving your room to not only wash your hands but also grab a water bottle and the package of bread from your counter.

Quickly you examined the bread, searching for any sign of mold as you walked back into your room and sat across from Spiderman, setting your new items down and opening the water bottle.

“Let’s make a deal, Spidey, you drink this and you eat some of this bread at least one piece and I’ll turn around so I won’t even see a little of your face” You began negotiating, Spidey responded by lifting the bottom half of his mask to just barely above his nose, taking the water bottle with shaky hands. 

You stilled, watching him take a drink and then quickly looking down and fumbling with the packaging of the bread when you realized you were just staring at Spiderman’s lips.

Thankfully though, he ignored it, instead deciding he had the energy to tease you about something else, “bread? Just plain bread?” 

You scoffed, taking out a slice and handing it to him, watching him to a bite.

“you get what you get and you don’t throw fits” you scolded the way you did the little boy you babysit occasionally, earning a choke in response before another quiet chuckle,

okay so he’s not all lost, good. 

You sighed, putting your hand on your cheek for a second and realizing just how warm you had gotten, “listen, you wanted me back fast and this was the only thing I really had in my kitchen right now so-” He cut you off before you could finish your explanation, “thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

I don’t know what I’d do without you, These words that Spiderman just said to you rang in your ears for a few seconds until you sighed once more, nodding. “Although some pizza-” You groaned as he began talking, earning another more lively chuckle in return, a lingering smile on his face, this time you allowed yourself to stare, having never seen even the smallest bit of his face let alone his smile. It's nice.

“What is?” he frowned in confusion, you felt your face heat up once more. “Your smile it’s nice,” you explained, earning a nod of thanks in response as he bit into the slice of bread. He hummed as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted before once more leaning his head back into your bed.

You tried to ignore the way he looked like this, he’s injured, take a cold shower.  “So, what now huh?” you asked quietly, suddenly anxiously aware that other people lived in your apartment.

“Oh, my bad, I’m so inconsiderate- I-I’ll get out of your hair, your family is asleep and it’s school night I- my bad, I’m sorry” You watched as he stood up incredibly unstable as he did so, “hey, you don’t have-” “thank you, for you know, lettin me stain your nice carpet” he joked meekly, letting out a weak laugh as he gasped once more, struggling to put on the remains of his mangled suit, 

“Okay, Jesus, c’mon Spidey, let me help you with that” You mumbled, standing up and doing your best to help him into the top half of his suit and then watching him shove on his left glove while the other hung in his mouth.

He tried to talk, words muffled by his glove but quickly released as you took it from his teeth, causing his attention to fall completely back on you as he stopped his actions. “See you around?” He said, in an attempt to sound normal and not in immense pain. “Be safe, Spidey, don't really know what I’d do without you” You threw his words back into his face in a soft tone, gently pulling his mask down over his nose and mouth. 

“Of course,” he responded in a similar tone, almost starstruck as he put on his right glove, thanking you quietly once more before limping back out onto the fire escape outside your window, not sparing a second look as he swung into the noisy city and out of your quiet and now rather lonely room.

After cleaning up the mess you had made, you quit studying for the night, no longer able to focus with the image of Spiderman’s smile stuck in your head, you settled for bed.

But you didn’t get to sleep for another few hours.

After spending a few unfortunate hours in school the next day you had finally been free to go home and take a nap but of course, not before meeting the tutor your counselor had found for you, a student from the fancy school not too far from yours, Midtown High but of course you and your friends just considered it the school of nerds-

“Hey, You Y/n Y/l/n?” The voice that You had thought sounded awfully familiar took you away from your thoughts as you turned around to see who you assumed was Peter Parker, your tutor. “Peter?” You ask with a friendly smile, holding onto the straps on your backpack.

He looked almost starstruck before he shook his head and gave you a similar polite smile, “Nice to meet you”

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𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; 𝐥𝐟

©𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐳 } 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐚𝐮; 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐚𝐮; 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐚𝐮; 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧; 𝐬2𝐥2𝐞2𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲; 𝐬2𝐥; 𝐞2𝐥;

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟;

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 20,3𝐤 (𝐢𝐤 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲)

𝐓𝐖: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐥); 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐦), 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠); 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐰𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫); 

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢!

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🗺️ : 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐬/𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

🀄︎

Lee Felix disliked many, many things. 

He disliked it when his parents scolded him for getting the umpteenth piercing, he disliked getting up early in the morning to go the stupid classes he had to attend in order to pass the year, and he disliked when the cute barista - who made it very clear she had a crush on him - put an unnecessary amount of sugar in his coffee and wrote her phone number on his cup every single time, with a stupid “call me? :)” handwritten right next to Felix’s name. Seriously, it made him want to just throw the damn cup away. 

But what - technically, who - Lee Felix disliked the most was you.

You, with your perfect grades - the typical straight A student -. You, and the annoying sound your fingers made while you were taking your notes on your computer. You, with your stupid habit of drinking a matcha latte boba before the first class started. You and your stupid, always perfect hair, styled the same way each day and yet never unkempt - how was it possible, by the way? -. You and your damn smile, bright and contagious. You and your nerdy friends, always sitting together in the diner talking about some stupid book or whatever the fuck it is nerds are into. You and your cute, puffy cheeks that turned red every time you had to give a presentation in class. You and your damn laughter, the most annoyingly cute sound he’d ever heard.

It made him sick. All of that. 

What triggered Lee Felix the most, though, was that he couldn’t help but notice all those things, even though he disliked you. Oh, yeah, he definitely disliked you. Because if he didn’t, then it’d mean he liked you, and Lee Felix liked nobody. 

Lee Felix was a punk, a bad boy, and he didn’t like anyone. Period. 

Sometimes, he didn’t even like his own friends. Sometimes, he didn’t even like himself. So no, there was absolutely no way Lee Felix liked you… or was there? 

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That day, the barista did it again. 

This time, she even handed Felix a small piece of paper, carefully folded, and she even blushed when he took it from her hands. He knew what was written inside that note before he even opened it, and that’s why he tossed it in the trash can as soon as he exited the cafe. 

“Dude, what the fuck?”, his friend Hyunjin asked, dumbfounded. “You didn’t even open it!”

Felix shrugged, clearly unbothered. “I already know what’s in there. It’s the second time she wrote her number on my cup this week. Thought she’d get the message.” 

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, something was on his mind. Felix kept on walking. “Just take the damn note already if you want to, Hyunjin.” 

“Really? Can I?” Hyunjin asked, mouth agape. 

Felix shook his head and chuckled. That’s just how well he knew his friend. Typical Hyunjin, he thought. 

“Yeah, I don’t care.” Felix shrugged once again. 

Hyunjin quickly rummaged through the thrash bin, feeling a bit disgusted with himself. Finally, he managed to find the yearned piece of paper, now a bit dirty. He quickly brushed his hands on his pants to clean them, and then he reached his friend. The coffee shop was only a couple of minutes away from campus, and Felix and his friends had their breakfast there everyday. Sure, the coffee shop girl - as Felix had nicknamed her - was persistent as fuck, but the coffee there was good and their pancakes were tasty. 

Felix took out the pack of cigarettes he had in his back pocket, and lighted himself one. He took a puff, then handed the pack to his friend. “Want one?”, he asked, tasting the nicotine on his tongue. 

Hyunjin shook his head as a no. “Already smoked one before breakfast.”

Felix chuckled. “So what?”, he asked. “Are you trying to cut off smoking?”, he let out a laugh.

“Yah! Don’t make fun of me!” Hyunjin playfully elbowed his friend. “I mean, kinda? I heard it negatively affects your stamina and we have a couple years left of college so, you know, I’d like to have sex as much as possible.”

Felix was already halfway through his cigarette, so he thought he might as well finish it. “Alcohol is bad for your stamina too, but you didn’t care when you knocked back a bottle of whiskey at Jeongin’s yesterday, did you?”

“You should really learn to respect the eldest, Yongbok-ah.” Hyunjin teased, calling his friend by his Korean name, knowing it pissed him off. 

That’s another thing Lee Felix disliked: when someone, anyone called him Yongbok. He didn’t know why, he just thought the name Felix suited him best. Plus, it was a foreign name, and it made him gain lots of pussy on campus throughout the years. Yongbok sounded lame in his opinion. 

“Yah! Jugeullae?” Felix barked, turning to his friend with dark eyes. “Don’t ever call me that. Never again.”

He knew from the moment he drunkenly told his friend his Korean name, that they’d tease him forever about it. He hated his parents for giving him such a lame name. It’s like his parents never wanted him to get laid in the first place. 

“Sorry, man.” Hyunjin laughed, patting his friend on the back. 

But Felix wasn’t paying attention to his friend any more. No, because, as soon as they rounded the corner, Felix spotted you. 

You had this huge, brown bag that looked insanely heavy on your shoulders. You were chatting with your friends, the ones Felix thought were incredibly boring, though he only shared a couple of classes with them way back, so it’s not like he knew them. 

“Are you even listening to me?” Hyunjin elbowed him. 

Felix turned to look at his friend. “No, sorry. Was distracted. What were you saying?” 

Hyunjin let out a frustrated sigh. “I asked you if you’re free tomorrow. You know, for rehearsal and stuff.” 

Felix nodded. “Sure. I’ll be there.”

When Felix turned to look at you once again, you were already gone. 

Damn Hyunjin and his stupid questions. Wait, why was it bothering him so much? He disliked you. 

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Lee Felix also disliked to give presentations. 

Especially in front of a whole fucking class. Especially when he didn’t even like the subject in the first place and only attended it because it gave him the credits he needed. Especially when he didn’t even know what the hell was the topic. 

Let’s just say Felix didn’t enjoy the college experience that much. His grades were slightly above average, but not that high overall, and when he did manage to get high scores on tests was because he’d copied from someone smarter. 

Felix wasn’t interested in that shit. 

He wasn’t interested in grades, degrees, qualifications or anything even remotely related to academic stuff. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do with his life, for God’s sake. All he knew was that, for now, his only interests were playing with his band and hang out with his friends. 

So, when his English literature professor demanded a project, he was definitely not pleased. A paired project. Who could he even do the fucking project with? He didn’t even know the face of any of his peers - besides you, but then again, he’d never even spoken to you, so the problem still remained. 

“The due date is in two weeks.”, the professor ended his explanation. 

He’d explained that every pair of students had to write an essay which had to be ten fucking pages long at least. At least. Felix had scoffed at that. The silver lining was that Felix’s English was flawless - for obvious reasons -, so he could at least flex that. 

He left the room as soon as the professor dismissed the class, pissed as fuck. He slid one hand in his back pocket, ready to grab his pack of cigarettes to smoke another one, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. 

He was expecting to find literally anyone else before him, once he turned around. Just not you, staring at him like an abandoned puppy. His breath hitched, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice. What could you possibly want from him? 

“Lee Felix?”, you asked timidly.

Felix disliked the way your voice sounded incredibly cute and sweet. He absolutely didn’t like it. 

“In the flesh.”, he responded with a cocky smirk. 

You sighed out of… relief? “I’m y/n. I’m so sorry to bother you, we’re in the same class of English literature.”, you introduced yourself. 

I know who you are, Felix wanted to tell you, The damn sound your fingernails make on your stupid keyboard drives me fucking crazy. But he didn’t say a word. 

“Yeah, I know.”, he simply said. 

You seemed surprised to hear those words. “Oh, that’s great… Listen, I need to ask you a favor.”

You? Ask him a favor? 

He nodded, signaling you to continue. “It’s about the project. The problem is, I’m not that confident with my English, but I also don’t want to fail the presentation. I need the credits.”, you took a brief pause. “I know your English is flawless, and that’s why I need your help.” 

“Are you asking me to do the presentation with you?”, his words caught you off-guard. 

“I… Yes, basically.”, you admitted. “Unless you already have a partner, in that case just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“I don’t.”, he quickly replied. Too quickly. “We can do the presentation together.” 

You seemed relieved, and a big smile spread on your face. “Great. Thank you! I’ll buy you a boba or a coffee or whatever you prefer as a thank you. Just not right now, I have an upcoming class and I absolutely can’t skip it.” 

You opened the huge bag you were carrying and quickly pulled out a pen and a note pad. Felix couldn’t help but notice how well organized the inside of your bag was. Were you some kind of control freak? Before he knew it, you were handing him a piece of paper. 

“Here’s my phone number. You can text or whatever, and we’ll schedule our work.” Felix nodded, but before he could even say something, you excused yourself. “I’m very sorry but I really have to go now. See you in class!”

And you were gone. Again. 

Felix swore he’d never saved a phone number that fast. And he disliked that.

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Felix’s bass was laying on his friend’s couch - had been for half an hour, truth be told, since Jisung had asked his band members to take a break from rehearsal. The more he looked at it, the more Felix liked his bass. It was a gift from his grandfather’s when Felix was only fourteen years old, before he moved from Australia. It was Felix’s most prized possession, he had no doubt about it, and he took really good care of it. 

“I texted Bee.” Hyunjin spoke to Felix, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand. What about your stamina now?, Felix thought to himself. 

Felix looked at his friend with a confused look on his face. “Who the fuck is Bee?”, he asked wit his eyebrows furrowed. Was he supposed to know this Bee? He was pretty sure he didn’t know anyone with that name. 

“The girl from the coffee shop. That’s not her real name, but she told me that’s what everyone calls her.” Hyunjin explained. “It’s because of her favorite colors, black and yellow.”

That’s a shitty nickname, Felix thought. “Did she block you?” Felix joked, and his friend threw a pillow at him. 

“Yah! For your information, she was more than happy I contacted her.” Hyunjin said, proud of himself. 

Felix wanted to remind his friend that the note she’d written her number on was originally meant to be for him, but he didn’t. He didn’t care about her, so there was no point in pointing it out. 

“I’m going out with her this weekend.” He added. “So you’ll stay at home working on that stupid project like a loser” Hyunjin rose his finger and thumb in the shape of an ‘L’ in front oh Felix’s face “while I’ll be busy getting laid.” 

Felix scoffed. He could get laid any time if he wanted to. “I hope your dick falls off before this weekend.”, he chuckled, and Hyunjin playfully pushed him by the shoulder.

“Who’s gonna get laid?” Jisung asked, coming back into the room, Jeongin right behind him. 

“Not Felix.” Hyunjin teased, earning a glare from his friend. “He’s too busy being a nerd.”, he stressed the word ‘nerd’ a bit too much. 

“Hyunjin, one more word and I’ll punch you in the face.” Felix warned him. 

Fuck what his stupid friend was saying, Felix wasn’t a nerd for focusing on a project, was he? Plus, it’s not like he had to study all day, he could always go out and find someone to hook up with, or maybe hit one of his old booty calls up. Whatever he decided to do, one thing was sure: Felix wasn’t turning into a nerd nor a loser. He himself wouldn’t allow it. 

It was in this moment that he realized he still hadn’t contacted you. Fuck, it’d been a day since he’d saved your contact, and he still hadn’t reached out to you. He swiftly took his phone out of his pockets and opened your chat, still empty, ready to type something, anything. 

Felix here. Sorry if I haven’t contacted you sooner, I’ve been busy. 

Busy. That was a strong word, considering that he’d spent the previous afternoon laying in his bed pumping his bare cock with his fist in order to release some tension, but you didn’t need to know that. And neither did his friends, or he wouldn’t let him live it down. 

“You there?” Jisung asked him. 

Felix locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. “Yep. Let’s pick up from where we left.”

He picked his bass up from the couch and connected it with the speaker. 

🀄︎

You were panicking. A whole day had passed and Felix hadn’t contacted you. What if was having second thoughts? What if he didn’t want to be your project partner anymore? You’d have to find a new partner, but they’d probably be all taken by now. Why did you even choose to attend an English literature class when your English practically sucks?

“I knew it.” Lia, your friend, interrupted your train of thought with a scoff. “Why would you even ask Lee Felix to help you anyways? The guy’s a scumbag.”, she emphasized the last word, and you snorted at that. Yeah, Lia wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. 

“I just need him to help me write that damn essay - I need a good grade if I want to apply for the scholarship.”, you groaned out of frustration, covering your face with both of your hands as you leaned back on your friend’s couch. 

“Yeah, but his grades suck. What were you expecting from a guy like him? He doesn’t even show up to classes, why would he care about a project?”

Felix’s grades weren’t the best, you were aware of that, but you weren’t the type of person to judge her peers by their scores on academic tests, you knew it was bullshit. So, you didn’t give a shit about Felix’s grades, knowing damn well that grades don’t define a person. 

“I don’t know, Lia, I-“ you were interrupted by the low buzz of your phone. “It’s him!”, you almost screamed as soon as you read the message on your screen. “Thank God - he hasn’t bailed on me!” 

Lia scoffed, but you didn’t pay attention to her. The only thing that mattered was that Felix hadn’t canceled on you and was still in for the project, and it was all that mattered to you in that moment. Your average was safe, and that was a relief, or you wouldn’t hear the end of it from your parents. 

Stupid strict parents and stupid rules. 

Hi Felix! It’s okay. Do you want to meet up tomorrow? For the project, of course. 

You quickly typed your reply and sent it to him, although he didn’t text you back until nearly two hours later. Not that you were impatiently waiting for him to reply…

Sure.

Perfect! I was thinking about the campus library? During lunch break, perhaps? Sounds okay?

Meet you there.

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Felix didn’t know where the fucking library was. Truth be told, he didn’t even know there was a library in the building. 

None of his friends had ever gone to the library, so he had to find on the fucking campus map which floor the library was at. What kind of place is this?, was his first thought as soon as he stepped inside the room. It was practically deserted, and he wondered why you hadn’t chosen a cafe or literally anyplace else. 

He spotted you as soon as the librarian let him in after checking his badge. You were sitting alone - of course, he thought to himself - with your computer on and your books open on the table. 

“You’re late.”, you stated as soon as he reached your table. Your head snapped up to meet his unbothered expression, as if he didn’t even care he made you wait for him for nearly an hour. 

Because he didn’t care. 

“As a matter of fact,” he started “lunch break isn’t over yet. Technically, I’m not late.”, he smirked. 

You scoffed, annoyed at his attitude. “Technically,” you mocked his tone, “you are. Lunch break ends in less than fifteen minutes.”

He sat before you. “There’s a lot of things that can be done in fifteen minutes.”, he grinned.

“Well, a project most definitely isn’t one of them.”, you barked. Why was he acting like an asshole right now? If he didn’t want to participate he could have said that, so you wouldn’t be wasting your time. “Listen, if you don’t want to work together, just say it. I’ll get someone else to help me.”, you spat. 

Felix was taken aback by your words. He wasn’t expecting you to lash out like that. You must really care about this damn project, he guessed. 

“I’m sorry.”, he sighed. He didn’t give a shit about his grades, but that didn’t mean that everyone else was like him. You clearly took this project way more seriously than he did, and he had to at least respect that. “I should’ve showed up on time.”, he apologized, sincerely. 

You looked at him through your lashes, still unsure whether you should trust him or not. “You should have”, you sighed “But it’s okay.”, you eventually gave in. “Just… From now on, if you know you’re going to be late, at least text me so I’ll know.”

He nodded understandingly, and felt a bit guilty for behaving like a dickhead. And he disliked it. He was a bad boy, and bad boys don’t feel guilty for hurting one’s feelings, right?

“It’s not gonna happen again. I promise.”

His piercing brown eyes were staring into yours. You nodded, then gave him a hint of a smile, content with the change in his behavior. 

“So… I was thinking Shakespeare.” Felix looked at you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “For the project.”, you clarified. 

“Oh, right.”, he cleared his throat. 

Felix’s reaction kind of surprised you. Hadn’t he listened to your professor’s explanation? Was he even paying attention during class? 

“You do know what the project has to be about, right?”, you inquired, quirking one eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah. I mean… kinda?”, he scratched the nape of his neck, a bit embarrassed that you’d caught him.

You looked at him dumbfounded, realizing he had no clue what you were talking about. Maybe your friend Lia was right, maybe asking Lee Felix of all people for help was not your brightest idea…

“We have to choose one author and present a couple of their works to the class.”, you explained, he was listening carefully. “I was thinking that we could to an analysis of how the author’s perception of feelings changes and evolves throughout his major works and sonnets.”

Felix was sincerely impressed by your organization and method. It was only the first time you two met to talk about the project and you already had a whole scheme prepared. Maybe that’s why your grades were insanely high and his were, well… terrible. 

“Fine by me.”, he agreed with your suggestion.

“Okay, then. Next time we meet we can choose  specifically what to work on, does that sound okay?”, you asked, and he nodded. 

Then, to his surprise, you stood up from your chair and started recollecting all of your stuff. He couldn’t help but notice how you placed your books back in your bag, careful not to fold any of the pages or damage them in any way. Fuck, he wasn’t even sure he had bought the damn books. You truly were different than him in more ways he could’ve imagined. 

“You’re leaving already?” Felix sounded perplexed. 

“Already?”, you chuckled. “I’ve waited here for you for forty-five minutes.”, you remarked. “The break’s over and I have classes to attend. Text me when you’re free so we can meet again.”

And at the speed of light, you were out of the library and of Felix’s sight. 

🀄︎

That day, your encounter took place in a boba shop.

To your surprise, it was Felix who suggested the place, asking you if you could please meet somewhere else next time, and then suggested a nice boba shop - your favorite, but he couldn’t know that. It was a rather quiet place and it had comfortable, large tables so that you could also bring your pc and books. 

This time, Felix showed up on time. Actually, he had arrived early. When you reached the place, he was already there, waiting for you. You approached him, and you couldn’t help but notice there were two bubble teas on the table. One was of a yellowish color with red bobas, and the other was- oh. 

“This is for you.” Felix said, pointing at the matcha latte bubble tea with tapioca peals in it. Specific.

“How did you know this was my favorite flavor?”, you furrowed your eyebrows. 

Felix gulped, caught off guard. He couldn’t tell you he’d noticed you walking around on campus with a cup of matcha latte since day one, now, could he? It’d make him look like a total creep, and he wasn’t. He just had a great memory… maybe.

“I didn’t.”, he lied. “What are the odds, huh?”, he chuckled, hoping the embarrassed laugh he’d let out wouldn’t give his white lie away. 

You thanked him for the boba, slightly blushing, and then sat next to him. You took off your jeans jacket, then proceeded to take your computer and books out of your bag. Then, you turned to Felix with a book in your hands. 

“This is for you.”, you told him, handing it to him. 

He looked at you confused, but took it anyways. A book of Shakespeare’s minor works and sonnets, a parallel text edition. He opened it, and quickly leafed through it. No, it wasn’t a book, it was your book. It had little pen-written notes on the border of some pages and even a couple of sticky notes here and there with your thoughts. 

“It’s part of my collection.”, you continued. “I just thought you’d find it useful, you know, for our research.”

He closed the hard-covered book, then placed it on the table. “Thank you. You really like Shakespeare, don’t you?”, he chuckled, and you cracked a smile as well. 

“I do.”, you nodded. “I’ve read all of his major works at least once. Have you ever read something of him?”, you asked. 

Felix thought about it for a solid ten seconds, then remembered that one time when his teacher back in Australia made him read the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet during spring break. How was he supposed to tell you he didn’t like it? You were apparently Shakespeare’s biggest fan or something. So, he shook his head as a no, hoping you wouldn’t think any less of him. Not that he cared, of course.

“Then I hope you’ll love this book as much as I do.”, you gave him a warm smile.

You spent the whole afternoon discussing how to write the essay, how many chapters should it consist of, which sources to consult and stuff like that. You even wrote down on a pad your schedule and when every chapter should be due. Felix was sincerely amazed by your dedication, and couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time while you explained every single detail to him - how you’d bite on your lower lip while scribbling something on the paper sheet, how you’d gently move locks of hair from your face, how you’d - wait, what?

The boba shop was now almost empty, and so were your cups of bubble tea, long forgotten on the table as you and Felix kept on talking about which works you should include in your essay. The sudden ring of Felix’s phone signaling he got a message brought you back to reality.

“Fuck.”, he cussed under his breath. 

You looked at him confused, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Is something wrong?”, you asked him, preoccupied by his reaction. 

He locked his phone and place it on the table. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I forgot I had made plans with my friends tonight, and it’s already 8:20pm.”

Your eyes widened. “8:20pm?”, you gasped.

It was super late. Plus, you lived on the other side of the city, and it’d take forever to go back right now, especially since you didn’t have a car and moved around the city essentially by bus and stuff. 

Felix nodded. “Everything alright?”

You stood up, quickly recollecting your stuff from the table and putting everything back in your bag. “Yeah, it’s just… It’s super late and there are no buses after 8:30 pm, so I’m kind of in a rush.”, you explained. 

“Do you need a ride home?” Those words left Felix’s mouth almost automatically, before he could even stop himself. 

You stopped in your tracks right when you were about to put your jacket on. You thought about Felix’s proposal. You could really use a ride home, so his offer sounded pretty tempting. 

“I mean…”, you trailed. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.” 

“You’re not bothering me.” 

Oh. 

“Then I could really use a ride home, thank you.”, you smiled at him and he smiled back. “Is your car parked around here?”

Felix smirked, and you frowned, confused. Only when you reached the parking lot you discovered Felix didn’t drive a car. No, Lee Felix’s vehicle was a fucking motorcycle. A huge one at that. Of a polished black color nonetheless. You had to admit - it looked pretty badass, but also intimidating.

You turned to him with your mouth agape and a shocked expression. “You didn’t tell me you ride a motorcycle!” 

“You didn’t ask.”, he shrugged. 

Touché. 

“I’ve - I’ve never…”, you muttered, embarrassed to admit you’d never even been on one before. 

To say you were scared would be an understatement. 

“You’ve never been on one?”, he teased, sensing your anxiety. When you shook your head, he gave you a sympathetic smile. “It’s not that scary, I promise.”, he tried to reassure you. 

“Do you have a helmet?”, you asked, nervous. 

He nodded. “Yeah, I do have a spare one. I’m not that reckless.”, he chuckled and you sighed out of relief when he handed you your helmet. You looked at him embarrassed to tell him you didn’t know how to put it on properly. “Want me to help you?”

You nodded. 

He came closer to you with the black helmet in his hands. He was now so close to you you could actually feel his hot breath against your skin, and that sent shivers down your spine. He put the helmet on your head carefully, and you were thankful he couldn’t see your cheeks turn red when his fingers delicately brushed your jaw and neck as he secured it. 

“Ready?”, he asked you, inserting his skinny, veiny hands in his leather gloves, helmet already on and secured. 

You nodded, timidly hopping on the vehicle. “Mh-hm”, you hummed, not fully convinced by the new experience you were about to make. You weren’t scared, no, you were literally a second away to shitting your pants. 

“Hop on.”, he tapped on the leather seat.

You can do it, you thought. It could not be that hard, could it? The moment you hopped on Felix’s motorcycle, you felt like you were about to faint. It didn’t feel safe at all, and you were afraid of falling even before he started the engine. 

“You might wanna put your arms around me.”, he told you. “So that you don’t fall.”, he quickly added, clearing his throat.

He disliked the way he was hoping to feel your touch. But what he hated even more, was how he felt his stomach twist the way he actually felt your arms around his waist. It’s just a physical reaction, he thought, it means nothing. The second he started the engine, he could feel your hands gripping his t-shirt tight, and his heart skipped a beat. And he didn’t like it at all. 

“Where do you live?”, he asked you, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest. 

🀄︎

The ride home lasted less than you thought. 

The second Felix turned the engine off, you hopped off the motorcycle as fast as you could, legs shaking a bit. Truth be told, the ride home was much less terrifying than you thought, but you were thankful it was finally over nonetheless. 

“Here, let me help you take this off.” Felix told you as he came closer. 

His fingers fidgeted a bit with the helmet, before he was finally able to unhook it and slide it off your head, your faces were only inches apart once again. He couldn’t help but notice how cute you were with your hair all messy and all over your face. Was this how you looked post-sex?, he couldn’t help but wonder. Your hair all over your flustered face, lips swollen and cheeks red-.

Wait, what? 

Where was this coming from? He immediately brushed that thought away from his stupid head. 

“So, was it that terrible?”, he asked you. 

You shook your head as a no. “Thought it would be worse.”, you chuckled, quickly combing your hair with your hands, and he smiled. “I actually enjoyed it.”

“Would you do it again?”, he blurted without thinking too much about what he was saying. 

You looked at him surprised. Was it an invitation? What were you supposed to say? “Yes.”, you shot back. 

Felix was surprised. Why had he asked you such a stupid question in the first place? He didn’t like you. That’s what he kept telling himself. The more he spent time with you, the more he repeated those four-slash-five words inside his head. He. Didn’t. Like. You. 

But then why was his heart beating so fast in his chest?

“Oh.” Felix gulped hard. “That’s… nice.”

Gosh, if his friends saw him now they’d tease him until the day he died for being so weird and awkward in front of a woman. He usually had no problem when it came to talking to girls. In fact, he was kind of a pro at that, followed by Hyunjin - he was a real playboy, to sugarcoat it.  

You smiled at him. “Then I guess I’ll see you next time?”

Felix nodded. “I’ll read the book, then.”

“Perfect.”

“I, uh… I have to go now.”, he cleared his throat. “Stuff to do.”

“Right, your friends.”, you remembered. “See you soon.”, you cracked a smile, and he did the same. 

“Bye, y/n.”

🀄︎

“Dude, I’m telling you, she sucks cock like a pro.” Hyunjin sighed, kicking his head back on Jeongin’s couch. “Thought I’d pass out.”, he groaned. 

“Was she that good?” Jeongin asked him, genuinely curious. 

Felix was confused about how they ended up talking about how well did Hyunjin’s new fling - Bee - sucked cock. Things escalated pretty quickly, he thought. 

“The best.” Hyunjin answered. “The second my cock hit the back of her throat I was already cumming hard. Dude, I’m telling you, she’s amazing.”, then he turned to Felix, smirking. “You really missed out on a lot, Yongbok-ah."

Felix glared at him and clenched his jaw at the mention of his Korean name. One of these days he was seriously going to punch Hyunjin for being such a pain in the ass. He decided not to say anything, though, and simply shrugged. He didn’t care about Hyunjin’s latest conquest then, and he most definitely didn’t care about her now. 

“She acted all cute and stuff and then just- woah. Mind-blowing.” Hyunjin went on with his story, clearly not reading the room. 

As soon as Felix heard those words, though, he couldn’t help but think of you. You too acted all shy and cute, sweet and innocent. Would you also be good at sucking cock?, Felix wondered, then mentally slapped himself. Seriously, what was wrong with him? For the second time in less than an hour, inside his head had popped up very non-chaste thoughts involving you, and he couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it had been too long since he’d last gotten laid, maybe he just needed to release some tension, or maybe he’d had too much to drink. 

“I think we’ve talked enough about your girl’s… skills.” Felix cleared his throat, opening the case of his electric bass before taking the instrument out. 

It had been around thirty minutes since they’d gathered in Jeongin’s basement and they still hadn’t played a single song. 

“Buzzkill.” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, but Felix decided to ignore him. “By the way, how’s it going with your project? How’s your partner, is she hot?”, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a glare from his friend. 

“We have to work together, I’m not thinking about fucking her.” Felix scoffed. 

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. First, he’d thought about how would your face and hair look after sex, and now, apparently, was wondering about your oral-giving skills. 

“Too bad, she does look hot.” Jisung shrugged. Felix turned his head so fast to look at his friend he almost broke his neck. How did Jisung know how you looked? How did he even know who you were? “Woah, dude, relax, I’m not trying to take your girl away from you.” Jisung joked, teasing his friend about his sudden reaction. 

“She’s not my girl.” Felix barked. “She’s just my partner for this stupid project.”, he scoffed. His friends exchanged a quick look, and decided not to go any further and to just drop the subject for good. “Now are we finally going to play something or not?”, he barked, and none of his friends dared to say another word. 

🀄︎

That night, Felix tossed in his sheets for hours, unable to fall asleep. He’d been staring at his ceiling for the past hour, but his eyes just wouldn’t fucking close and his stupid brain wouldn’t let him fucking rest. At first, he’d blamed it on the alcohol, and swore he’d never drink that much on weekdays. He’d drunk so much he had to leave his motorcycle at Jeongin’s and walk back home. Luckily for him, Jeongin lived about ten minutes away from him, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

As he tossed in his sheets for the umpteenth time, he made the fucking mistake of brushing one hand against his crotch, and his stupid cock decided to suddenly wake up and was now rock hard inside his sweats. Felix sighed, pulling his sweats down, knowing there was just one thing he could to to make his stupid boner go away. 

He whimpered as soon as he wrapped his own fingers around his bare cock. He began to slowly pump himself, not really in the mood to do this now. He used a couple of fingers to messily spread his arousal all over his pink, sensitive tip, and started stroking himself a little faster. 

Then, another weird thought popped up in his mind. 

He started fantasizing about your hand wrapped around him, gently stroking his cock, instead of his own, and he felt his member instantly twitch in his hand. He imagined your delicate, tapered fingers around the base of his thick cock, then all the way up his tip, then down to his base again, and he couldn’t help but notice how he started leaking more and more pre-cum to the thought of you. 

At first it was the thought of your hand and fingers, but then he started imagining your mouth wrapped around him - your hot, wet tongue swirling around his hard member, and he couldn’t help but let out another whimper as he moved his hand faster and faster. 

He imagined you, bobbing you head up and down his length, taking him deeper in your mouth until the tip reached the back of your throat, and he came with a deep, hoarse grunt - all over his hand and abdomen, some of his cum landing on his black tank top. He came so hard it took a couple of minutes for him to regain his breath, he hadn’t had a mind-blowing orgasm like this in a long while. 

He cleaned himself up and changed into a clean t-shirt and a new pair of underwear, before returning to bed, already feeling sleepy, and the next thing he knew, he was already falling asleep like a baby. 

🀄︎

Felix was now outside your house for the second time in less than a week. It was a Saturday, and you’d texted him that morning telling him that you weren’t going to make it to your daily study appointment because you’d missed the bus. 

That’s when he’d come up with the worst idea he’d had in months, maybe years. 

“No problem, I’ll pick you up”, he’d texted you, then mentally slapped himself immediately after he’d pressed the ‘send’ button. 

As soon as he rang your doorbell, he hard a faint meow coming from inside your apartment, and then he noticed the black cat sat on your windowsill, which was looking at Felix through the glass. 

“Hi!”, you opened the door suddenly, and he almost jolted up. 

“Hey.”, he greeted you. 

He then felt something tugging at his skinny jeans, and when he lowered his gaze, he saw that same black cat that was previously inside your house - now grasping on his pants with its little, yet sharp, claws. “Oh, hello to you too.”, he smiled at the animal, kneeling to pet it. 

“Well that’t unusual.”, you commented. Felix’s head snapped in your direction. “I mean,” you started “He usually isn’t affectionate with total strangers.”

“Oh, he’s a he?” Felix asked, still petting your cat, which was now purring happily. “What’s his name?”

“Salem.”, you said, kneeling down as well, and your cat meowed at you. “He’s a little bitch sometimes, but he’s so cute I can’t stay mad at him.”

“He is cute.” Felix remarked. 

“Let me get him inside and then we can go.”, you told him and he nodded. 

But the cat grasped harder on Felix’s pants. “Seems like he doesn’t want me to go.” Felix joked, picking up the cat in his arms, cuddling him. The cat purred happily in Felix’s arms.

“We can… study here, if you want. It’s quiet and you’d get to pet Salem.”, you suddenly spoke. Felix looked taken aback, and blinked a few times. “But - if you want to go somewhere else that’s totally fine.”, you quickly added, but he interrupted you. 

“No, it’s okay. Plus, I’d get to spend more time with this cutie.”, he said then booped at Salem’s little nose. 

You smiled at him, then got up. “Then come on in.”

Salem seemed to adore Felix. He’d literally been around him all afternoon, and even when you were working on your project, that little ball of black fur stood beside Felix all the time, and when he was not beside Felix, he was onto his lap, looking incredibly comfortable. 

You studied for the whole afternoon until your clock hit 7pm. Felix realized it’d been the longest he’d been inside a girl’s apartment without taking his clothes off. Then, he realized it’d also been the longest he’d spent with his books open, actually reading them. Maybe Hyunjin was right - maybe he was turning into a nerd.

“Do you want to eat here?”, you turned to look at him with your phone in your hand, interrupting his train of thought. “I’m getting pizza delivered. We can continue after we’ve eaten.”, you said, pointing at your books and school stuff.

Pizza? That sounded pretty tempting. He couldn’t even recall how long it’d been since he’d last ate pizza. Plus, he had nothing to do anyways. Hyunjin was out with whatshername and they were probably fucking each other’s brains out, and how were they supposed to rehearse without the main guitarist?

He nodded. “That sounds alright.”

That evening, Felix got bullied by youfor saying out loud his all time favorite pizza was Hawaiian pizza. To him, it tasted pretty fucking good and contained all of his favorite toppings and foods, but to you it just looked outrageous. 

“I think I’m speaking on behalf of all Italians when I say that this -”, you’d said, pointing at his carton “- should be considered a crime.”, you giggled. 

Dramatic, he’d thought. It was only pizza! How could putting pineapple on a fucking pizza be considered a crime? Plus, it tasted really fucking good in his opinion.

Anyhow, half an hour and two empty cartons of pizza later, you were back to work. The room was quiet, and the only things that could be heard were the sound of Felix’s fingers leafing through the book you’d lent him and Salem’s content purring. He was cuddled up on Felix’s lap, and demanded he pet him every now and then. 

“Why does he like you so much?”, you blurted out suddenly, taking a break from whatever the hell you were doing on your computer. 

Felix looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

“Salem.”, you said, and the cat meowed. “I told you, he doesn’t like strangers. He used to bite and scratch my ex all the time. He still scratches my friends whenever they come over!”, you giggled. 

Felix’s stomach twisted unexpectedly at the mention of your ex’s name, and he cringed at his own reaction. Why was he feeling like this? He wasn’t jealous, he couldn’t be. Because if he was jealous, then it’d mean that he liked you, and he didn’t. 

Felix didn’t like you, period. You were just helping each other with this stupid essay shit. You were just colleagues, peers, fellow students or whatever the fuck it was that you two were. Nothing more. That’s what he kept telling himself. Sure, you were attractive, it was undeniable, but Felix was positive he didn’t feel anything for you. 

“He must really like me, then.” Felix smiled, scratching Salem’s chin, and the cat happily purred in response. 

“I guess he does.”, you smiled back, patting the cat’s head as well. 

🀄︎

Felix woke up and felt something warm on his stomach. As soon as he opened his eyes, still a bit sleepy, and lowered his gaze - he realized it was Salem. The cat was peacefully sleeping on top of Felix’s body. Then, Felix realized his whole body was covered with a soft blanket. Huh? Had he fallen asleep? At your place? How did it happen? When? Then, he spotted you, still on your computer and with your books open.

“Oh, you’re awake.”, you stated, noticing the sudden movements of Felix’s figure. “You fell asleep while reading.”, you chuckled.

Felix was still a bit sleepy and confused. “What time is it?”, he yawned. 

You double-checked on your pc. “Ten past midnight.”

“I guess I should go then.” Felix raised his body as to sit on the couch, and that caused Salem to inevitably jolt up with a very unpleased meow. 

You nodded and stood up from the chair to help him recollect his things and fold the blanket you’d lent him. However, Salem had another plan in mind, because he decided to just make you stumble and fall right on the couchYou and Felix were now so close you could feel his breath on your lips, and just like the first time, it made you blush and shiver because of your sudden proximity. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Salem made me trip, I-…”, you stuttered, trying to find the proper words to say. 

“It’s okay.”

Unexpectedly, Felix brought one hand to your cheek, and gently brushed away one lock of hair. The light touch of the pads of his fingers on your skin made your stomach twist - his delicate touch was in contrast with the way his hands looked, decorated with chunky, heavy rings and with black polish on each of his fingernails. You had to physically swallow the lump in your throat when you felt Felix’s nose brushing against yours just mere seconds later. 

“Right, uhm - I’ll go.”, he cleared his throat, feeling your body tense up under his touch.

You quickly moved away, giving Felix enough space to get up. Now, his body was towering above yours, and your head snapped up to meet his eyes and this time, he could feel it. It wasn’t discomfort nor awkwardness what you felt whenever you were around him - it was attraction. You were now looking at him and expecting him to do something, and that he did. 

He cupped your face in his hands, then nuzzled his nose against yours once again. Then, he looked you in the eye in search for any sign of uncertainty or second thoughts, but there was none. So, instead of waiting for him to make a move, you closed the gap between you, and placed your lips on top of his. He froze in his spot for a couple of seconds, then started kissing you back. His hands moved from your face to your hips, grabbing you by the waist as he deepened the kiss as you ran your hand through his dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a deep grunt from him. 

When one of his hands moved to squeeze your ass and grip it firmly, you let out a soft whimper, which caught Felix by surprise. He pulled you closer to his body, without any intention of breaking the kiss, and you could now feel his erection pressed against your lower half. 

You slowly pulled away from the kiss, and Felix grunted in disapproval, pecking your lips once more. “Bedroom?”, you whispered on his lips, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

Felix swallowed the lump in his throat as he repeated your question inside his head again and again. Would it really be a smart decision to sleep with you? Fuck it, he thought, then kissed you again. “Yes.”, he muttered in-between kisses. 

How the two of you even made it to your bedroom without pulling away from each other was a mystery. As soon as Felix entered your bedroom, he kicked the door closed, leaving an upset Salem out of the room - which meowed in disapproval. 

Your body sunk in the soft mattress - Felix was still kissing you, his body hovering over yours. You opened your legs to welcome him between them, and you both moaned at the contact of your clothed cores pressed together. His kisses slowly moved from your lips to your jawline first, then to your neck. When he started to leave wet, sloppy kisses on your collarbone, you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, careful not to hurt him. 

“Can I take this off?” Felix mumbled against your skin, his hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. 

You nodded, and then you felt his hands slowly lift it up before he removed it completely - tossing it somewhere in your room without a care in the world. You were still wearing a bra, though, and Felix couldn’t help but bite his lower lip once he noticed it was actually see-through and he could in fact take a proper glimpse of your nipples. 

All of his friends were ass guys, but Felix’s preference for boobs was no secret. And right now, as his eyes witnessed your half-naked body laying under his, he could think of nothing else other than your boobs and how much he wanted to touch, squeeze, lick and bite them. He felt his cock twitch inside his underwear at the mere thought of his lips and tongue being anywhere near your nipples, and his pants were now so tight it was actually starting to hurt. 

You seemed to have read his mind, because you suddenly spoke. “Take them off.”

He kneeled between your legs and swiftly removed his tank top - revealing his tattoos in the process - and his veiny fingers began fidgeting with his belt first, and then with the zipper of his pants. He mentally cursed himself for choosing to wear skinny jeans that day, which right now felt even tighter because of how hard he was. He eventually got up from the bed to remove them completely, and was now in his underwear only.

“Can I take off yours, too?”, he asked you, and you nodded, unzipping your jeans as well.

He helped you slide them off your legs, then placed his body back between your thighs. He couldn’t help but notice how your panties and bra were matching and how they were made of the same see-through material, and grunted when he took a glimpse of the outline of your pussy. When he pressed his body back on yours, your eyes widened and you moaned at the sudden feeling of his barely clothed cock right against your clit. Now, without the layers of both of your pants, you could feel him almost entirely, and he was much harder than you thought. Another thing left you speechless - you felt something cold directly on your nipples, and that’s when it hit you. 

Lee Felix had nipple piercings. Two of them, pressing on your nipples. As if his tongue piercing wasn’t enough to drive you crazy.

His lips returned to where they previously were - on your collarbone. This time, he brought one hand to cup your breasts over the fabric of your bra, and you let out a choked moan when the pad of his index and middle finger brushed against your sensitive nipple. When you arched your back, Felix understood the assignment and quickly moved his hand to unclasp your bra. You quickly slid the straps off your arms and let your bra fall somewhere on the floor. 

Felix took one of your nipples between his fingers as soon as he got the chance to, and you kicked your head back in pleasure when you felt his lips and tongue on the other one. He licked and sucked on one nipple, delicately twisting the other one between the pads of his fingers. “Perfect tits.”, he moaned against your skin.

“Felix.”, you moaned when you felt his teeth delicately scrape your sensitive flesh, and Felix could swear he’d never heard a more erotic sound in his whole life. The way you just moaned his name was somehow so addicting, and he wished you’d never stop repeating his name like that, so desperate and needy for him. 

His hand then moved all over your body until it brushed against your clothed pussy, in desperate need of hearing you moan his name once again. “Can I?”, he pulled away from your nipple to ask you if he could slip his fingers inside the fabric of your panties. 

“Yes, fuck. Yes.”, you breathed out, desperate to feel his fingers right there - on the most sensitive part of your body. 

When Felix slipped two of his fingers inside your panties, you almost felt embarrassed about how wet you were. He’d barely even touched you there and his fingers were already soaked in your arousal. His fingers moved up and down your slit a couple of times, allowing him to coat them in your wetness, before he spoke. 

“Tell me how you like to be touched.”, he whispered on your lips.

Your eyes widened and you gasped. Fuck, he was really something. No one had ever spoken to you that way before, and you had to admit it turned you on even more. You lifted your body up on your elbows, and found his piercing eyes staring right into yours. 

You stuttered, clearly embarrassed by his straightforwardness. 

Suddenly, Felix moved his fingers from your slit to your clit, and you whimpered. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”, he asked to make sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. You nodded, incapable of thinking straight, let alone speaking. 

He started drawing imaginary, circular shapes on your clit with the pads of his index and middle fingers, damp with your wetness. It was all so new and intense, and Felix definitely knew what he was doing, touching you like that. You wondered how many times he’d done this before, but immediately shook that thought off your mind, not wanting to think about Felix’s previous hookups when right now he was with you - his hand in your panties trying to get you off. 

“Felix…”, you whimpered, close to finally reaching your high. 

“You close already?” Felix whispered, unable to tear his eyes off of you. Your face was all flustered, your cheeks were incredibly red as heavy breaths came out of your mouth, slightly agape. You nodded vehemently, and he grunted. “You are? You’re gonna come for me?”

His words made something inside of you snap, and before you knew it, you were already reaching your high and let out a choked moan, shutting your eyes close as pleasure washed all over your body. “Good girl.” Felix praised you, as he felt you coat his fingers in your release. “Fuck, baby girl, you made a mess on my fingers.”

Your heart fluttered at the unexpected pet name, although you knew he’d only said it in the heat of the moment. It took a while for you to regain your breath, still overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. 

“It’s my turn to touch you now.”, you then whispered on his lips, palming his cock over his black boxers. 

“Do you want me to lie down?” Felix murmured. 

You nodded, and he lay on his back on the soft mattress, next to you. His fingers slipped inside the hem of his underwear, and he slowly dragged his boxers down his legs before he kicked them off for good, which allowed his hard cock to slap on his naked abdomen. Your eyes widened when you saw it.

He was bigger than you thought, and for a second you were scared you wouldn’t be able to fit all of him inside of you. It had been a while since you’d last been intimate with a man - since you’d broken up with your ex, precisely. But your body craved Felix’s, and you couldn’t wait to feel him closer. 

When you wrapped your fingers around his thick base, he let out an husky breath. Then, you decided to ask him the same question he’d asked you minutes before. “How do you like it?”, you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his jawline, which made him shiver. 

He cleared his throat. “Just… move it up and down. Slowly, but not too slow.” You nodded, then did as he said, not missing the way he hissed when he felt your fingers reach the pink, sensitive tip of his cock. “Now spit.”

You were taken aback. What were you supposed to spit on? Your palm? His dick? Both? No man had ever been so… straightforwardwith you in bed before, or at least not in the way Felix had been so far. 

He seemed to have sensed your confusion. “Just spit on your palm and fingers and then spread it all over the tip. It’ll be easier this way.”, he instructed. 

The wetness he felt on his members mere seconds later, had Felix kick his head back in pleasure. You continued to move your hand up and down, slowly stroking his length until your saliva dried. That’s when you moved to actually spit on his cock, letting the saliva drip from your mouth, letting it end directly on Felix’s tip. 

“Oh, fuck. That was so hot.”, he groaned, then placed his hand on top of your wrist to halt your movements. “You’re really something, baby girl. Had to stop you or I would’ve come on the spot.”

You blushed at his words, and felt proud with yourself. You lay back on the mattress, and Felix positioned his bare body between your spread thighs once again. “I’m clean. Are you, baby girl?”, he asked you with his hard cock in his hand. 

You nodded, but that wasn’t the problem. You stopped him before he could align his tip with your entrance. “I- I am. It’s just - I’m not on birth control.”, your voice quivered, a bit embarrassed to admit it even though you knew it was perfectly okay and you had nothing to be ashamed of. 

Felix mentally thanked his stupid friend Jisung for throwing a condom at him a couple of days before. They’d finished rehearsing when Felix mentioned he had to leave to see you - you know, for the project. Jisung had thrown Felix a condom as a joke, and told him to Have fun, but not too much, with a cocky smirk on his face. Felix had shook his head and rolled his eyes at him, but took the condom nonetheless and put it inside his wallet and basically forgot about it until now. He never would’ve thought that stupid condom would actually come in handy. 

“It’s okay, I’ll use a condom.”, he reassured you, and you sighed out of relief. 

Once he’d retrieved his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans that were scattered on the floor, he wasted no time in taking out the condom. He quickly opened it, careful not to damage it in any way. He swiftly rolled the condom on his throbbing length before he positioned himself between your legs once again. He helped you take your panties off and then pressed his body against yours, his length resting in between your bodies. 

“Are you ready?”, he asked, moving one hand to grab his cock, right before he aligned it with your slit and coated the tip in your arousal, ready to push inside. 

“Yes.”, you whispered, and then you felt his tip parting your folds, entering you. “Just go slow, please.”, you mumbled embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable by him.

He nodded. “Tell me if it hurts.”, he grunted, the feeling of his length being squeezed by your tight walls was already too overwhelming - in a beautiful way. 

It had been a while since Felix’d last had sex - not as long as you, but still a while according to his standards - and it was much more breathtaking than he remembered. He pushed his length inside you at an excruciatingly slow pace and only halted once he was balls deep inside you. 

“You okay?”, he asked you. 

You nodded. “Yeah.”, you whimpered. 

The feeling of being stretched out for the first time in months was incredibly overwhelming, and you could feel your walls clench around Felix’s length - it burned a bit, but it was nothing unbearable. He could feel it too, and it was driving him crazy. 

Felix tensed up as soon as he heard you let out a small yelp and stopped moving in fear of hurting you. “I’m fine.”, you reassured him quickly. “It’s just - It’s been a while.”, you mumbled, embarrassed, even though there was nothing to be ashamed of. 

Felix brought his thumb to his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it before placing it on your clit. As soon as his finger touched your clit, he felt you clench tighter around him, and he let out a choked moan. He then proceeded to move his thumb in a circular motion, hoping the pleasure he was trying to bring you would help you relax around him and not feel the pain anymore.

“You can - move now.”, you whimpered. 

Felix slowly thrusted inside of you a couple of times, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around him. It was much more intense than he expected - his body craved yours just like your body craved his. He was incapable of thinking straight and neither were you, too caught up in the moment and in the pleasure as he sped up his thrusts, wet sounds and heavy breaths now filling the room. 

The only thing Felix was able to think of was - you felt heavenly. Tight, wet, warm, you fit so perfectly around him he just knew he won’t be able to last as long as he’d like to. You, on the other hand, were a mess under him. You gripped the sheets tight and kicked your head back, giving Felix full access to your exposed neck. As soon as his nose and then his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, you felt shivers run down your spine. 

Felix fucked you steady and hard, making sure his cock would brush against that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. He smirked cockily against the skin of your neck when he heard you let out a choked moan after a particularly deep snap of his hips. Even though it was the first time you slept together, you were surprised to find out Felix knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy - he was clearly much more experienced than you. Every touch, every sigh, every moan, every groan, every shiver, every bite was slowly bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

When you felt he familiar warmth in your stomach, you ran one hand through Felix’s dark hair and gently tugged at it. He detached his lips and teeth from your neck, not even thinking about halting his movements, still thrusting inside of you - slow and deep. “You close again?”

You nodded, unable to speak properly. 

“Good.” Felix smirked, and brought his thumb on your clit once again, making sure to collect some of your wetness before he actually started touching you. “Come for me.”, he whispered in your ear with his deep voice, which sent shivers down your spine once again and caused you to finally release around him with a whimper, clenching so hard it made him see stars. 

He followed you not long after, emptying himself inside the condom with a deep grunt, thrusting sloppily inside of you until he made sure he’d spilled until the very last drop. Then, he collapsed on top of you, resting his head on top of your bare chest, and retrieved his finger from your sensitive clit. He kept giving small pecks on your skin with his plump lips, as he tried to regain his breath. 

“Sleep here tonight?”, you murmured, leaving a kiss on top of his head as you ran one hand through his hair. 

He nodded.

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You and Felix woke up late and spent the next day in bed.

When you woke up, you had Felix’s arm wrapped around your waist - his hard-on pressing against your ass. You figured he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because he most definitely wasn’t hugging you when you fell asleep. Nonetheless, it felt nice to have him this close. 

The first thing Felix did as soon as he woke up besides giving you amazing oral, was run to the closest convenience store to buy condoms - foreplay just wasn’t enough, he had to be inside you with his dick. 

“I can’t feel my legs.”, you chuckled, resting your head on top of Felix’s bare chest. He had his arm around your waist, and he was caressing your skin with the pads of his fingers - you were doing the same, tracing the outline of his tattoos with the pad of your index. 

It felt so intimate, too intimate. 

“I can’t feel my cock.” Felix chuckled. “We’ve been going at it like rabbits.”

What Felix found out that morning was - his cock just wouldn’t stop getting hard around you. You’d had sex at least four times now, and he literally couldn’t feel his muscles. Although, he had to admit, he hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long while. While you were having sex, he even made you squirt. It was totally unexpected, and you definitely didn’t know your body could do that. Felix had been buried between your legs for nearly half an hour, at first with his fingers and tongue and then with his cock. It was sudden and took both you and Felix by surprise, although it turned him on even more, if that was possible.

It was now late in the afternoon, and you were still in bed, legs tangled under the not-so-fresh-anymore sheets. 

“Have to go in an hour.” Felix spoke suddenly, his deep voice vibrated in his chest. “Rehearsal.”

“Rehearsal?”, you repeated, lifting your head to look directly at him. 

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m in a band. I mean, kinda. We’re not famous or anything, we just do it for fun.”, he explained. 

“Who’s we?”, you inquired curiously, propping yourself on your elbows so that you were looking at him.

“Well, there’s Jeongin - the drummer. He’s the youngest, actually, but he’s a beast at the drums. Then there’s Jisung, our leader and singer. Hyunjin is our guitarist, he’s fucking reckless, but not like Jeongin - Jeongin’s a hothead.”, he chuckled.

You looked at him with a big smile on your face. “What do you play?”

“Me? I’m the bassist, tho I sing too.”

“The most underrated instrument, yet the most indispensable one.”, you commented. 

“That’s what I say every time!” Felix agreed with you. “You literally can’t play anything without the bass!”

You giggled, then placed a kiss on his naked shoulder, right on his dragon tattoo. “What kind of music do you play?”, you asked, tracing the outline of his tattoos with your finger, which made him get goosebumps. 

“Oh, we play a lot of stuff actually, tho we mainly stick to punk and rock. Mainly covers for now, but my friend Jisung’s written a couple of songs so who knows, one day we’ll get to play our own songs.”, he explained.

“Oh, do you play in front of an audience?”, you asked. 

Felix shook his head as a no. “We play in our basements for now. We usually take turns, today we’re going to Hyunjin’s. But nope, never on a real stage so far.”, he sighed. “Hope we will soon, tho.”

You brought your face closer to his and pecked his lips. “Then I hope you’ll invite me to your first live stage.”, you hummed, kissing him on the lips. 

He kissed you back, gently biting on your lower lip. “I sure will.”, he whispered before attacking your lips once again. “Damn - I’d fuck you again, baby girl, but I really gotta start getting ready.”, he muttered, pulling away from you reluctantly. 

“Do you wanna shower first? I’ll wash and dry your clothes in the meantime.”, you asked, moving your body away as to allow him to get up from the bed. Felix nodded - he needed a shower.

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“What the fuck is this smell?” Jisung snorted. He came closer to Felix until his pierced nose was practically buried in Felix’s hair, sniffing it. “It’s you! What the fuck, man, you smell like fucking flowers or something!”, he gasped dramatically.

Felix sighed. “I changed my shampoo.”, he lied. 

He hadn’t, it was your shampoo. The one he’d previously used when he showered at your place. He bit his lip at the thought of you hopping in the shower with him, then kneeling before him as you took him in your mou-.

“What’s with that smirk?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. As soon as Felix opened his mouth to answer his friend, Jisung interrupted him. “I know you like the back of my hands, Lee Felix. Don’t even try to lie to me. Is it a girl?”

Felix sighed. Damn Jisung, he did know him well.

“Is it your partner for that project? Were you with her?” Jisung gasped. “You had sex, din’t you?”, his friend inquired again, and when Felix didn’t answer him and only playfully elbowed him on the arm, he knew he’d gotten a bull’s eye and grinned cockily. Jisung was about to ask Felix another question, when he heard a loud thud which sounded like a door being closed shut.

“Who had sex?” Hyunjin suddenly asked, coming back into the room with four beers in his hands and a cigarette between his lips. He’d already given up on cutting off smoking, apparently. 

Felix glared at Jisung, and Jisung read the room. “Nobody, dude, we were just… talking about random stuff, nothing serious.” 

The doorbell rang. Thank God, Felix thought to himself. “This must be Jeongin, I’ll go get the door.”

🀄︎

Felix couldn’t sleep, again. 

What the fuck was he doing? He had sex with you - multiple times. You - his project partner, the girl he never thought he’d be interested in. Turns out he was, and he probably had been the whole time. The realization hit him, and left him speechless. Now - he was staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed under his head, unable to stop thinking about you. Well, technically, what he couldn’t stop thinking about was his feelings. 

For his whole life, Felix had avoided dealing with his own feelings. He didn’t have time for that shit - feelings and stuff like love. Feelings were a complicated matter, and Felix… Felix didn’t need nor want to deal with it. 

The truth was - Felix was scared. 

When he’d moved from Australia, when he was seventeen, he had also had to leave his dearest friends and his girlfriend, and it hurt like a bitch. He was forced to give up on everything he had back there and start over in a new country, far from home, where he didn’t even know anyone. He didn’t even know Korean, how was he supposed to get used to his new life? That’s when he swore to himself - he’d never get attached to anyone. Never again. It was his coping mechanism, his way to deal with the fear of having to leave everything and everyone once again. 

It had somehow worked - until you came along. 

You and your stupid project. You and your stupid love poems and sonnets and shit Felix had never heard nor read before that made something inside of him snap. You and your fucking perfect smile, and the way you looked at him with those innocent doe eyes, and your fucking lips, so fucking soft and fuck - how was he supposed to just not develop feelings for you?

This has to change, Felix thought to himself. He couldn’t go on like this. 

🀄︎

“You what?” Lia screamed, looking at you with wide eyes and her mouth agape, and so was Seungmin, both shocked by your words. “You didn’t. Please, tell me you didn’t.”, she sighed when you shook your head as a no.

Okay, maybe Lia wasn’t Felix number one fan. But you knew she only wanted to protect you. Felix had quite a reputation on campus, and Lia didn’t want you to get hurt, she knew that boys like him were no good for a girl like you. 

“You’re kidding, right?” Seungmin asked you, flabbergasted. He was your best friend - together with Lia -, and he wasn’t too fond of Lee Felix as well. “You know what they say about him, y/n! He’s not serious about girls, you’ve signed yourself up for a broken heart.” Seungmin practically scolded you like an older brother. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes at them. 

“Guys, you don’t have to worry about me.”, you reassured them. “I don’t think Felix is like everyone says.”, you smiled at them, but they weren’t convinced at all. 

“I hope so.” Seungmin pulled you in for an hug. “I’m gonna have to punch him in the face if he ever hurts you, I hope you know that.”, he joked, and you playfully pushed him even though deep down you know he was being serious. 

Seungmin was insanely protective of you, he had always been. You became friends when you were fourteen - almost ten years now, and he’d been by your side the whole time. 

“Screw him - I’ll punch you if you let that dumbass hurt you.” Lia told you dead-serious, but cracked a smile eventually. 

“No one is gonna have to punch anyone.”, you groaned, before taking a mouthful of your ice-cream. “I’ve got it covered.”

Well, that was kind of a lie. In fact, you hadn’t spoken to Felix since he’d left your house, and he hadn’t even texted you. You hadn’t met him on campus the following Monday, but you guessed it was because rehearsal with the guys must’ve finished late and he must’ve slept through his alarm - if he even had an alarm set for classes anyway, since he seemed to miss most of them anyways. However, now you were starting to worry a little. Plus, the project was due Friday and you still had to edit your essay - that’s why you were so confident he’d eventually reach out. 

Speak of the devil, one may say, because you just saw Felix in the hall with a couple of guys - one of them had long, red hair, messily styled into a bun and the other one looked like he came straight out of an anime. He was shorter than the other two, although more muscular, and he was smoking - which was severely forbidden inside of the campus, but he didn’t seem to care.

Felix hadn’t noticed you, but when his red-haired friend elbowed him and whispered something in his ear, both him and his other friend turned to your direction, and Felix’s eyes widened. He looked visibly taken aback, like a deer caught in the lights of an oncoming car. You gave him a shy smile, then timidly waved at him, not really sure how you were supposed to handle the situation. 

However, you froze in your spot when you saw Felix literally turn around without a care in the world, not even bothering to smile or wave back at you. You heard Seungmin - who was sitting next to you - hiss a fucking asshole under his breath, and you had to physically stop him from getting up and giving Felix a piece of his mind. 

“Don’t.”, you muttered under your breath, squeezing his thigh in order to calm him down. He was fuming, because how could Felix treat you like that? “I’ve got it covered.”, you repeated. “It’s okay.”

Lia was fuming. Her jaw was clenched and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to fucking punch Felix if you gave her the green light to, just like Seungmin. But you didn’t want to cause a scene, not in the middle of the diner. Did Felix’s behavior hurt you? Yes, of course. You felt used, but even if you did cause a scene it wouldn’t really change anything, would it? Felix would be an asshole either way. 

“One word and I’ll fucking break his nose.” Seungmin clenched his jaw, and if looks could kill, Felix would be buried six-feet deep by now, and so would his stupid friends. 

The bell rang, which meant it was time to leave the diner. You, Seungmin and Lia got up in absolute silence, but you were all pissed and the looks on your faces didn’t even hide it. You cleaned the table collected all of your books and school stuff.

Unfortunately, you had to walk past Felix and his friends. As you did so, you didn’t even lookat him, gripping your books tighter with your trembling hands, heart hammering in your chest. When you walked past them, Seungmin walked so close to Felix, he actually pushed him with his shoulder. “Fucking scumbag.” Seungmin hissed. When Felix turned around, he found Seungmin and Lia glaring at him. 

Even though you couldn’t see him - walking to your upcoming class acting totally unbothered by the whole thing while deep inside you were a mess - Felix was looking at you, jaw clenched and biting his cheek, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. However, the weight on his chest was still there as he watched you walk away, knowing that he’d hurt you. That you were upset and disappointed, and it was nobody’s fault but his. His and his stupid pride and ego. 

Maybe your friend was right - he really was a scumbag. 

🀄︎

The campus library was deserted, as per usual, but it had never been a problem to you. In fact, you liked it better like that anyway. It was quiet and you could focus on your books or researches or whatever. Right now, you were aiming to finish the project. Yep, that project, the one you were supposed to do with Felix. You scoffed at the thought of him. 

You were wearing your earphones, and that’s why you didn’t hear his steps as he got closer and closer. You just saw his tattooed fingers grab the chair in front of you, before he sat down. Of course it was him, who could it possibly be? Even though your breath hitched in your throat, you tried to remain emotionless, and didn’t even bother to remove your earphones. Only when he gently tapped on your hand with his fingers you snapped your head up in his direction, and he could tell you were not pleased to see him. Not at all. 

“What are you doing here?”, you asked him, looking at him straight in the eyes. 

He cleared his throat. “For the project.”, he said, but it came out more like a question. 

Felix knew he was supposed to say something to ease the tension, or at least apologize for acting like a true piece of shit before, in front of his friends, but no words came out of his mouth. It was as if they’d gotten stuck in his throat and he couldn’t get them out. 

“The project?”, you quirked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t need your help anymore. It’s almost finished anyways.”, you stated coldly, before turning your head to look at your computer screen. 

“What do you mean you don't need my help anymore?” Felix asked confused. 

That’s when you snapped. “I mean exactly what I said.”, you stated dead-serious, looking straight into his dark eyes. “What? I don’t exist to you when you’re in front of your friends and you don’t text me for days but the second you’re alone you come looking for me?”, you chuckled, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the project and put your name in the paper if that’s what you’re scared of, I’m not a bitch. You can leave now.”

“I don’t want to leave.” Felix argued. “I want to talk.”

“You want to talk?”, you repeated. “About what?”, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, maybe you want to talk about the fact that we slept together and then you didn’t even bother to call or text or, I don’t know, fucking wave back like you’re fucking ashamed of me?”

Felix was taken aback by the way you harshly spoke those words, but honestly he saw it coming. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m sorry.”, was all he managed to get out. 

“You’re sorry?” You practically laughed at his face. “You’re not sorry for treating me that way, Felix. You’re only sorry that I pointed it out.”

“Well, it’s not like I fucking promised you anything, now did I?.” Felix had the audacity to snap. “We fucked, y/n. I know your brain probably doesn’t comprehend it because you’re like - a nun or something, but people have sex all the time and it doesn’t have to mean anything, I don’t owe you anything.”, he barked. He regretted those words ever leaving his mouth as soon as he saw you widen your eyes and freeze in your spot, but it was too late now to take them back.

“It’s not like I expected you to fucking kneel down and propose or - or I don’t know, kiss me in front of anyone or anything. We’re not together, I get it. Trust me, I do. We only fucked, didn’t we? It was nice, and it didn’t mean anything to you. But you could at least have treated me with an ounce of decency and dignity by fucking waving back instead of turning your back at me like a coward.”, you paused to regain your breath. “I thought you cared.” About me, like I care about you, you wanted to add, but chose not to.

“I’m not a coward.”, he growled, annoyed. But he knew he was indeed a coward. And I do care, he wanted to add, but chose not to. 

“Oh, I think you are.”, you chuckled. “You’re so tough, aren’t you? A bad boy, the campus heartthrob. Lee Felix can’t show any fucking emotion or what would everyone else think, am I right?”, you stood up and started recollecting all of your stuff, not wanting to be there with him any longer. 

“I thought you were different.”, you muttered, looking at him, feeling the unpleasant yet familiar knot in your stomach, and you didn’t miss the way Felix’s eyes widened. “I thought that deep down, it was all a façade, that you only pretended to be a dick and were actually very sensitive and sweet. I guess I was wrong.”, you sighed, disappointed. “I guess what everyone says is true, you really are an asshole and a scumbag. I guess that’s what I get for liking someone like you.” 

You stormed out of the library as fast as you could, not wanting Felix to see the moment the tears finally escaped from your eyes and streamed down your face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him - he didn’t deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve to witness you break down because of him. 

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“Is everything alright, dude?” Jisung patted Felix’s thigh. “You haven’t said a word. Did something happen?”

They were alone, Jeongin and Hyunjin had gone out to buy a couple of beers and snacks. Jisung was Felix’s closest friend, if he had to be honest - he was different from Hyunjin and Jeongin, he understood him. So, Felix thought that it wouldn’t hurt him if he spoke to him about what was bothering him. 

“Yeah, something happened.”, he confirmed Jisung’s suspicions. 

“You wanna talk about it?”, Felix nodded. “Is it about y/n?”, Felix nodded again. 

He wasn’t surprised that his friend’d already figured out what his problem was, because Hyunjin and Jeongin had told him about what had happened the previous day in the hallway. Well, it’s not like they knew about Felix and you, they’d just commented on the way your friend - Seungmin - had acted, saying they thought it was pretty weird. Felix even had had to calm his friends down, or else they would’ve put up a fight with him - especially Jeongin.

“We talked. Alone. And she - she told me some… stuff.” Felix sighed. “And I guess it hurt more than I thought it would, but I guess it’s fine because I also told her some hurtful shit - that I don’t mean.”, he ran both his hands through his hair. 

“What did she tell you?” Jisung asked, and Felix proceeded to tell his friend the whole story, not leaving any detail out - he told him about the night he’d spent at your place and how he had cut off contacts with you. He told him about what had happened in the diner, the way he hurt you, the way you and your friends probably hated him by now.

Jisung wasn’t stupid at all. He figured out his friend cared about the opinion you had of him more than he wanted to show. To be honest, Jisung probably figured out Felix had started to develop feelings for you before Felix himself. He’d known for a while now, however he never brought up the subject because he didn’t want to feel like he was invading his friend’s personal space, but to him it was clear as day. 

“And then she stormed off.” Felix ended with a deep, heavy sigh. “I mean, she had every right to after what I told her, but…” Felix didn’t know exactly what he wanted to say, so he just covered his face with both of his hands and sighed again.

“Oh.” Jisung was honestly surprised. “Have you reached out to her since then?” Felix looked at his friend confused. “You know, to tell her that you like her?”

Felix almost choked on his own spit. What? Was Jisung crazy? Why would he make such an assumption? “I don’t like her.” Felix stuttered. 

Jisung didn’t buy it. 

“Oh, come on, dude!” Jisung groaned. “It’s so obvious! You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, and I know it’s not only because of that stupid project. And when you’re not with her you’re texting her. You like the girl, don’t you?” 

That was true. Sure, Felix had still hung out with his friends for rehearsal and stuff, but he couldn’t deny that what Jisung said was true. He’d met up with you pretty often during the last couple of weeks, and not only because he had to, but because he wanted to.

“I… I don’t know.” Felix said, but he was once again bottling up his feelings and building a wall to keep everyone else out. 

“I’m sure you already know that and I’m only stating the obvious now - but it’s totally fine if you like somebody, dude.” Jisung patted him on the shoulder. “I’ve known you for years now, and you never once told me you liked somebody. It was always either a friendship-with-benefits or a quick fuck here and there. It’s normal to want more, I do too.”

Damn Jisung for always having the right words to say. That’s exactly how Felix felt right now, he needed more. Sure, he loved his friends and the band was cool, however he couldn’t help but like there was a missing piece in his life. Deep down, he knew that the last piece he needed to complete his puzzle was somebody to care for and who cared about him the same way, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was scared. Scared he’d have to leave everything and everyone once again, and then he’d find himself alone. Again.

“What if anything goes wrong? What if I fuck it up?” Felix’s voice trembled, and he hated himself for being so fragile right now, but at the same time he knew that Jisung would never judge him for that. Had there been Hyunjin or Jeongin with him, they would’ve laughed in his face, but Jisung was different, and Felix was grateful for that. 

“What if things don’t go the way you planned, you mean?” Jisung sighed. “Then I guess you’ll get hurt. But dude, this is life, and it won’t mean it’s the end of the world. You’ll move on and find someone new - or not, if that’s what you want. But if you feel like she could make you happy, then my advice is go for it.”

Felix somehow felt like it was too late for that now. You probably already hated him, and you had every right to. 

“I’m sure she doesn’t wanna see me again after what I said to her.” Felix mumbled. “I was an asshole.” 

“You were.” Jisung confirmed. “But you were also scared. I feel like you should just explain everything to her, be honest with her and then see where you go from there.”

“You know, for my whole life I thought that being a bad boy was cooler than being a sensitive guy, and back then I wanted to be a cool guy so bad. I wanted everyone to like me. I wanted to be cool and emotionless so bad I think I may’ve actually lost myself.” Felix cracked a smile, but it wasn’t a happy one - it hid all of his insecurities and remorses. 

Jisung elbowed him. “You are cool, dude. You’re definitely my coolest friend. And you know why? Because I know that deep down you’re not a bad boy, and you know it too. A few piercings and tattoos don’t mean shit, you know you’re not a piece of shit or anything, you’re just too much in your own head.” Jisung smiled. “Plus, you know what they say?”, he asked Felix. 

Felix shook his head as a no. 

“That every girl needs a bad boy who’s good only for her.”, Jisung winked at him.

“Hyung…” Felix playfully pushed him. 

“I’m serious!” Jisung defended himself. “Girls love it when their boy is soft only for them, it makes them feel special. Didi loved to see me whipped for her.”

Felix notices an hint of sadness in his hyung’s eyes at the mention of his ex’s name, he knew how much his friend loved her. And she loved him too, very much, until she didn’t. That’s another thing that Felix was scared of. What if you got together - hypothetically speaking, of course - and then one day you woke up and realized you deserved better? That he wasn’t enough?

“Hyung?” Felix quietly murmured. 

“Yeah?”

“Did it hurt? When you and Didi broke up…” Felix felt stupid for asking such a question to his friend, but Jisung didn’t mind it. He knew his friend needed him right now, plus he’d gotten over it so it was nothing like rubbing salt into the wound. 

“Like a bitch.” Jisung didn’t sugarcoat it at all, but he needed to be honest with his friend. “But only because I loved her very much. That’s the silver lining I found, I guess.”

Felix didn’t say anything, and Jisung immediately knew that he was doing it again. He was into his own head again, overthinking shit. 

“Felix, don’t.” Jisung scolded him, and Felix looked at him confused. “Don’t overthink this just because it didn’t work out between her and I. We weren’t meant to be, that’s all. If you like this girl, you should at least try.”, he encouraged him. 

“What if we’re not meant to be, too?”

Jisung sighed and ran one hand through his hair. He knew that for every solution he would try to find, Felix would come up with a new problem every time. That was just how stubborn Felix was.

“Felix I don’t know if you and this y/n girl are meant to be, I can’t know. No one can except you two.” Jisung sighed. “What I do know, tho, is that you care about her and that you deserve to be happy.”

Felix nodded, although he wasn’t fully convinced. “Hyung?”, he asked again.

“Mh?”

“Do you still think about her?” Felix asked. “Didi.”, he clarified, but his friend had already understood. 

Jisung nodded, then pulled out a cigarette from his pack and brought it to his lips. “Yeah, I do.”, he sighed, before grabbing his lighter and lighting his cigarette. “But not in a romantic way, I’m over it. I just think about it from time to time, you know?”, he rhetorically asked. “Just wondering about what we could’ve been and shit.”

Felix swallowed the lump in his throat. “I still think about my ex too, from time to time.”, he eventually confessed. “But I’m not in love with her, not anymore.”

Jisung didn’t say anything. Instead, he let his friend talk. 

“I loved her for a long time… We were each other’s first everything, and I… I know it sounds stupid now because we were kids, but back then I was sure we were going to be together forever.” Felix chuckled bitterly at the memory, fidgeting with his rings.

Felix sighed. “You know, the first months here in Korea were a living hell for me.”, he muttered. “I often dreamed about running away, going to the fucking airport and flying back to her. And then the weeks passed, and I slowly started to get used to her absence, even though it fucking broke me.”, he shut his eyes closed - immersed in the painful memory. “That’s when I swore to myself I would never get attached to anyone else ever again.”

“But you got attached.” Jisung stated. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

Felix nodded. “I did. And it sounds fucking ridiculous, but at first it felt as if I was being unfair to my ex, you know?”, he sighed. “I mean, it’s fucking stupid, being hung up on her after all these years. We broke up, and she’s moved on - I know she has, but she was my first love, and… I guess it’s hard to let go.”

“It’s not stupid.” Jisung promptly said. “You loved her, so it’s not stupid. Love’s not stupid.”

“You know…” Felix trailed, then chuckled at the memory that had come up in his mind. “I drunkenly called her. My ex.”

“Oh.” Jisung was shocked, eyes wide. 

“It wasn’t even that long ago, to be honest.” Felix laughed at the shocked look on his friend’s face. “I even cried on the phone with her. Told her I missed her and shit.”

“What did she say?” Jisung couldn’t mask the curiosity in his voice. 

“She was really mature about it, she let me talk and listened to me. She told me to be happy, that I deserve to find someone else and let go of what we had - that I should move on, and that she has too. Of course she has.” Felix continued to fidget with his chunky rings. “That’s when I realized I was actually over her, for real, and that I didn’t miss her, I just missed… the feeling of being close to someone, you know? I guess what I just needed from her that day was closure.”

Jisung nodded, even though he was speechless. His friend had drunkenly called his ex-girlfriend, who lived on the other side of the world, cried while on the phone with her and he was finding about it only now? 

“I guess I was seeking for permission to move on.” Felix almost choked on his words, feeling too overwhelmed by the conversation he was having with his friend. “I know it’s hypocritical of me, consider I slept with a lot of girls, but… I guess I needed permission to move on romantically speaking, I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“It does.” Jisung nodded. “She’s right, Felix, you deserve to be happy.”

“Hyung?” Felix called once again.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” 

For listening to me, he wanted to add. For being by my side, for not judging me. 

🀄︎

You were ignoring him, it was clear as day. 

You’d walked past him without uttering a single word when you bumped into him in the hallways, and Felix would be lying if he said it didn’t sting. He’d spent the past couple of days thinking obsessively about his talk with Jisung, repeating his wise words in his head - and the more he thought about you, the more he was convinced he had to apologize. But now, you wouldn’t even look at him, and were acting like he didn’t exist.

You had to present your work in less than five minutes now, and you still hadn’t talked to him - you wouldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixed on your computer screen as you were revising the key points of your presentation. 

“I’ll explain our project and the main themes and you’ll simply read the poems when they appear on the screen, alright?”, you then snapped your head in his direction and asked him coldly. That was the first time he heard your voice in days.

Your voice was so different than how Felix had become accustomed to. It usually was so sweet and full of emotion, and you could barely say anything without cracking a sweet smile after. Right now there was no emotion in your voice, and you spoke to him as if he was a stranger. As if he didn’t mean anything to you, and he couldn’t help but think he’d fucked up for good - all because of his stupid ego and pride.

“Okay.”, he simply said, and nodded. 

“Good.”

Despite the palpable tension between you and Felix, the presentation was a success. Your professor loved the subject and the work you’d done together and complimented the both of you. Once the class was dismissed, everyone left but you and Felix. You’d been the last one to present your work and you still had to gather all of your things. 

“Hey… This is yours.” Felix approached you, but you didn’t even turn to look at him. He placed your book - the one you’d lent him -, and you quickly grabbed it and put inside your bag without uttering a single word. “Can we talk?”

“I’ve got to go, I don’t have time for this.”, you lied. You didn’t have any classes - you just didn’t want to talk to him, you didn’t want to be near him.

“Y/n…”, he gently grabbed your arm, and the sudden touch made your stomach twist and tears well up in your eyes. “Please, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s important.”

You didn’t need this now. You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes without feeling the urge to cry. Not only because you were sad, but also because you were frustrated and disappointed. Cry, because you felt stupid. You’d clearly seen something in Felix that was not there, and your friends were right - had been right the whole time about him. 

You’d signed up for a broken heart. 

“I said not now.”, you repeated and your voice quivered. He let go of your arm, allowing you to storm out of the room without uttering an ulterior syllable, not even bothering to look at him. 

You weren’t in the mood to talk to him. Not now, not after the way he made you feel. Plus, you had nothing to say to him. You meant every single word you’d said that day at the library, and obviously hadn’t changed your opinion of him. After that day, Felix had ignored you for the following days, which only proved your point - he didn’t care about you like you thought he did, and all you’d been to him was a quick and easy fuck. Nothing more and nothing less. 

🀄︎

The sun had already set and it was pouring outside. Salem was kind of grumpy because of the weather, because it meant he couldn’t go outside to play - under your supervision, of course. Now, the little fluffy animal was cuddled up with you on the couch, gladly accepting your scratching him under the chin, and jolted up with a loud meow when your doorbell rang. 

Who could it possibly be at this time? It was already past 7pm now, and you knew for sure it wasn’t neither Seungmin nor Lia - they were at the campus party. Apparently, it was the event of the year and the whole campus was going to be there, and that was another reason to turn the offer down. You didn’t want to risk to meet him or see his stupid friends. To be honest - your friends had tried to convince you to tag along anyways, they even offered to bail on the party to stay with you but you’d rejected the offer. You wanted - no, you needed to be completely alone to gather your thoughts. 

So who could it be at the door - interrupting your train of thought?

Reluctantly, you got up from the couch, pausing the boring movie you were watching and went to open the door. Your breath hitched in your throat when you looked through the peephole. It couldn’t be. But then you opened the door and it was him. 

Lee Felix was standing in front of you, clothes and hair entirely soaked by the pouring rain, and his motorcycle was nowhere in sight. Had he walked to your place? Judging by the way he was heavily breathing, it looked like he’d run. Whatever, it didn’t matter now, because you were still mad at him - you were still hurt disappointed. 

“What are you doing here?”, you said, trying to sound confident, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I know you don’t want to see me, and you have every right to hate me.” Felix started, running one hand through his wet hair. “But I need to tell you something, and I need you to listen to me. If you still want me gone once I’m finished talking, I’ll accept that and won’t bother you again.”, he promised. 

You quirked an eyebrow at him, unsure whether you should let him speak or not. Eventually, you took a deep breath and nodded once. “Fine.”, you gave in. 

“I…” Felix tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it didn’t help him that much. “I’m so fucking sorry, y/n.”, he blurted out - catching you off guard.

He took a deep breath and started talking again. “I’m so fucking sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I was an asshole to you, and you didn’t deserve it - you don’t deserve it.”, he rambled. “I guess what I’m trying to say is - I was scared. I am scared.”, his voice trembled. “I was so fucking scared of catching feelings for my whole life. I only had no-strings-attached sex for years, and when they would start to develop feelings I’d end things and go on with my life like nothing happened, but I only did that to protect myself.”

You listened patiently to his words without interrupting his stream of consciousness. 

“When I had to move from Sydney, it broke my heart. I had to leave everything there, the people I loved, my ex-girlfriend. I really loved her, and it shattered my heart when we broke up, so I swore to myself I wouldn’t let myself get attached to somebody else that way ever again. I was so scared of getting my heart broken again that I built a wall to keep love and the chance of being happy out.”, his voice quivered as he spoke the last words. “But then you came along. You and those stupid poems you made me read, your fucking smile, the way you’ve been so sweet and kind to me the whole time even though I didn’t deserve it…”, he choked on his own words, so he took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. “I lied that day at the library - when I told you we fucked and that it was meaningless. We didn’t just fuck, y/n, that wasn’t meaningless to me - I know you felt it too. That’s why I said those hurtful things to you -”, his eyes were teary, voice quivering.

You sniffled, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes because it’s true - you felt it too. You knew what he was talking about - it was in the connection, in the passion, in the lingering kisses, in his touch, in the shiver and the goosebumps. It was there - the feelings, the way you cared about each other, the love - it was all there, it just needed to be unfolded and revealed, confessed.

“- because I’ve never felt this way about someone, y/n. And it fucking scares me. I’m so fucking scared of fucking this up - and a part of me is telling me I already screwed everything up that day. I’m so scared, you’re so different from me… You’re smart, and sweet and caring, an angel in disguise, you’re amazing and I…”, he sighed heavily. “I’m a scum, a total loser who has fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him. My grades are shit and I don’t know what the fuck I want to do with my life. We’re so different, and you deserve someone better than me, but I…”, he let out a shaky breath. “I just like you so much.”, he confessed. “There, I said it. I like you - I think I may actually be in love with you, I don’t know - I don’t know shit about feelings and love, but I think about you every fucking second of every fucking day since that night - even before if I’m being honest - so it has to mean something.”

You let your arms fall down at your sides, and he wasted no time in taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “I want everything with you, y/n. I want to walk around on campus while holding your hand, I want to sit next to you in the diner, I want the study dates together. I want to buy you a boba every day. I want Salem cuddled up with us on the couch. I want to make love to you and fall asleep together only to wake up next to you the next day. I want you to call me names just because I like pineapple on my pizza. I guess what I’m really trying to say is - I really want to be with you.”, he ended, sighing heavily. 

You were left speechless, and didn’t realize tears had been streaming down your face for the whole time while Felix was speaking. You also didn’t realize that he was also crying - eyes red and puffy. That’s when you brought your hands to his face and wiped the tears off his face with the pads of your thumbs and he sniffled, feeling extremely vulnerable, the most he’d been in a long time in front of somebody else. 

“Felix…”, the sound of his name falling from your lips sounded almost bittersweet to him right now. It’s not like he was expecting you to forgive him for how he’d treated you. 

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same - if I fucked this up for good.”, he reassured you, voice trembling - he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “I just wanted to let you know how I feel towards you. Needed to take this weight off my chest.”, he smiled weakly, already preparing himself for your rejection. 

“I feel the same.” Your words left him speechless, eyes wide open and mouth agape, not sure about what to do next. “You hurt me - I’m not going to lie to you. You hurt me, a lot.”, you repeated and his glaze immediately dropped to his shoes - he couldn’t bear to look into your eyes.  “…but I get why you did it now, and even though you hurt me - I forgive you. I need to apologize to you too, I’ve said some terrible things to you and I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have called you an asshole or a scumbag, Felix, because you’re not. I’m very sorry.”

That’s when Felix broke down into a silent cry, falling apart under your soft and delicate touch. “You shouldn’t be forgiving me.”, he mumbled between sniffles, wiping away some more tears with the back of his already soaked black jeans jacket. “You’re too good for me.”

Without uttering any more words, you pulled him close and hugged him close, wrapping your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest, breathing in his scent. “Stop saying that.”, you scolded him, caressing the damp hair at the base of his neck with your fingers. “I like you, Felix. I don’t want you to think you’re not worthy of me or that you’re not enough - because that’s not true. You’re enough Felix, more than enough.”

He sneezed all of a sudden, covering his nose and mouth with the back of his hand, and that’s when you realized you’d been standing there under the pouring rain for the whole time. A sudden thunder made you both jump. 

“We should probably go inside. It’s cold outside.”, you mumbled, pulling away from the hug only to look him in the eyes. 

“Are you sure? I can go home, I don’t want you to think I came all the way here so that you’d let me inside and-.”, he rambled, but you interrupted him immediately. 

“I don’t. Come on in.”, you smiled at him.

🀄︎

Felix’s face was buried between your spread thighs, your fingers tangled in his dark hair. His nose brushed against your clit as he lapped at your entrance repeatedly, collecting your arousal with his tongue only to swallow it immediately after. Then, he moved his tongue all the way up to your clit, and you involuntarily closed your thighs once you felt the coldness of his tongue piercing against it. 

Felix ate you out like a starved man, as if his life depended on it. You’d tried to touch him, but he’d stopped you, claiming that Tonight’s about you, sweetheart. He had to make up for a lot of things. He practically made out with your clit, grunting whenever he heard you whining under his touch. Every now and then, he would pull away from your clit only to spit directly on it and rub his saliva all over your it with the pads of his fingers. 

“You like it?”, he rhetorically asked you while rubbing uneven eights on your clit his thumb. “You look so hot like this, I could eat you out all day.”, he muttered under his breath, before attacking your clit with his tongue once again. “I need you to cum all over my face, sweetheart.”, he moaned against your pussy, and that’s what sent you over the edge. 

“Felix…“, you moaned - trying to warn him you were about to cum, but were cut off by your first orgasm of the night. You threw your head back against the pillows and whined loudly as Felix buried his face between your legs, coating his mouth and chin in your sweet release, not giving a fuck about the mess. 

Felix emerged from your legs with a satisfied grin on his face, his lips glistening, wet with your arousal and he wasted no time in licking the excess off before cleaning himself with the back of his hand and wrist. He kneeled between your legs, and that’s when you were finally able to take a glimpse of his painfully hard cock, a wet stain of pre-cum clearly visible on the thin, grey fabric of his underwear. 

“Now it’s your turn.”, you whispered, sitting up on the mattress, your hands found the hem of his boxers, ready to pull them down and free his cock, but Felix stopped you and shook his head as a no. 

“I told you, sweetheart, tonight’s about you.”

“But it is about me. I want to feel you inside of me, want to make you feel good.” 

Felix gulped hard - and felt his cock twitch inside the confine of his underwear at the idea of being inside of you again. He swiftly nodded, biting his lower lip. “Fuck, okay.” Felix found out he was a weak, weak man when it came to you. 

You rolled over on your tummy to open the first drawer of your bedside table only to retrieve a condom, which you handed to Felix. You then slipped your thumbs under the fabric of his underwear and began to pull his boxers down, sliding them off his thighs. His hard cock sprung free and slapped against his lower abdomen, tip already wet and sticky with pre-cum. 

Felix let out a hissed breath when you suddenly wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and his eyes closed shut when he felt you licking all the way up from his base to his tip. When you took the tip of his cock into your mouth and gently sucked, he wasted no time in entangling his fingers in your hair. He opened his eyes to look at you, but had to physically pull you away from his length when he found you looking at him through your eyelashes, looking so beautiful with his cock stuffed in your mouth and those doe eyes looking straight into his.

“Fuck, that was so hot.”, he panted, running one hand through his hair as he tried to regain his breath - he was so close to cumming in your mouth. “But I want to cum while I’m inside of you tonight.”

He then unwrapped the condom and quickly rolled it over his length in record time. Before he could position himself between your legs, you spoke. “I want to be on top - if that’s okay.”, you whispered, blushing a little. 

Felix’s brain was short-circuiting, mostly because he wasn’t expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but also because the thought of you on top of him was enough to make him cum right there on the spot. He nodded quickly, muttering an husky “Okay” before he sat down on the mattress with his bare back against the headboard, figuring it would be more comfortable for you that way. 

You positioned yourself on top of him, placing both of your hands on his bare shoulders. Felix grabbed his cock with his hand, which only made it easier for you to position right on top of it so that the tip was directly poking at your entrance. When you started sinking onto his length, Felix quickly removed his hand from his cock and placed it on your waist, gently squeezing the flesh. 

When he was fully inside of you, you both needed a moment to adjust to the feeling - you felt completely full, and the stretch was just so good and not painful at all. Felix then wasted no time in unclasping your bra and helped you get rid of it, throwing it somewhere in your room without a care in the world, impatient to see your entirely naked body on top of his. 

You couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he looked like that. Head slightly kicked back and mouth agape, both of his hands holding you by the waist. He looked so perfect like that, and the position you were in gave you full access to his shoulder tattoo - the outline of a dragon, not too big yet not too small, it was your favorite - and he had a lot of them. 

“You feel so - amazing.” Felix panted, and you could feel his member twitch inside of you, which made you gasp. 

When you moved your hips, allowing him to finally move inside of you and actually feel you - both of you shut your eyes close and let out a shaky breath at the overwhelming feeling. Felix helped you with your movements - his hands firmly grabbing you by the waist as his cock easily reached all the sweet spots inside of you. 

Felix was mesmerized by the way you made him feel. It was almost as if he was a teenager all over again experiencing his first time. He had had sex before - and he had had sex with you, but right now everything felt different. You’d confessed to each other, you wanted to be together for real, and he was positive it wasn’t sex what you were having, no - you were making love right now. 

Felix felt it in every kiss you’d place on his lips, in every time your fingers would brush against his skin and trace the line of his tattoos, in every time you would gently tug at his hair whenever he hit the right spot. And he knew you could feel it too in the way he would brush his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, chests pressed together as he snapped his hips up and pressed your body down to his in the mean time. 

“I’m close.”, you panted. Felix could feel it too by the way you were squirming under his touch and by the way you had practically coated his lower half in your arousal. 

The angle was just right, and the tip of his cock was repeatedly brushing against your g-spot. Usually, you couldn’t come just by that and would need to touch your clit as well in order to come, but this time everything felt just right. So, when Felix placed his thumb on your clit, you quickly stopped him by grabbing his tattooed wrist - a snake decorating it. 

“I think -“, you were cut off by a whimper and you felt your orgasm approaching closer and closer. 

“You don’t need my fingers, sweetheart? My cock’s enough to make you cum, huh?”, you nodded desperately. You let out a chocked moan when Felix hit that spot again, which made your legs practically shake. “Right there, yeah?”, he smirked, before hitting that very same spot again and again and again. 

“Felix, I’m… I’m…”, you moaned, gripping tighter on his shoulders, pushing your body onto his, allowing his length to sink even deeper in you. 

“Let go, sweetheart. Let go. You’re safe, I’m right here.”, he whispered on your lips. You let pleasure wash all over you as you came - letting out soft whimpers as you released around him.

He kicked his head back and closed his eyes shut, feeling on the verge of his own orgasm all of a sudden. The sweet sounds that were repeatedly leaving your mouth and the feeling of you clenching incredibly tightly around him made him spill inside the condom faster than he thought he would and with a deep grunt. 

Your body collapsed on his, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your back to pull you even closer, his softening length still inside of you while you both tried to regain your breaths. Felix’s fingers toyed with the ends of your hair while you rested your chin on his shoulder, neither of you wanting to pull away from each other. 

“Do you want to sleep here tonight?”, you murmured against his skin, which sent a shiver down his spine. 

“I’d love to.”, even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smiling, and you were too. 

“Let’s get cleaned up then.”, you murmured, leaving soft pecks on the skin of his neck and collarbone. Reluctantly, you lifted your body up, allowing his almost limp member to slip out, and you both got up from the bed, ready to hop in the shower. 

🀄︎

A hot shower and a cup of tea later, you were in bed again, in your pajamas, cuddled up together as Felix played with your hair. The room was almost entirely dark except for the moonlight that penetrated from your window. You both felt a sudden weight on your legs, and you realized it was poor little Salem, that had been neglected of cuddles the whole time, and protested with a loud meow before cuddling up on top of your laps, still grumpy. 

It was at this moment that Felix realized that maybe that’s what happiness was all about - being there with you cuddled up to his chest, wearing his t-shirt, legs entangled under the covers as he played with your hair and you traced the shapes of his tattoos with the pad of your index and cute little Salem asleep on top of your bodies. 

He found himself staring at the ceiling like many other nights before - only this time it was entirely different. There was no anguish in the way he lay on the bed, no worries on his mind, no void in his chest. It was as if he’d finally found the missing piece he’d been secretly looking for all along - and it was perfect. 

There was only one thing left for him to do, the most important one. 

“Y/N?”, he murmured your name in the silence of your bedroom. 

You slowly lifted your head up to meet his eyes, and even though it was dark, the moonlight allowed you to see them perfectly - and they were glistening. “Mh?”, you hummed, and that’s when you felt Felix’s heart hammering hard in his chest. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

🀄︎

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author’s note: i’ve been compulsively re-reading and editing this for the past weeks and -idk, there’s always something that doesn’t feel right lol, but idk, maybe it’s just me being hypercritical, so bear with me if this does not live up to your expectations - i’ll probably proofread it in the future. also, i decided to leave some blank spaces here and there in case i wanted to do a drabble series related to this fic, lmk if you'd like that.

-> reblog my works if you like them - it encourages me to keep writing!

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[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

Arthurian characters based on how likely I think it is that they can read

Can definitely read

The Lady of the Lake: taught Lancelot to read, also exchanged letters with Guenevere

Guenevere: see above, also exchanged letters with Isolde

Lancelot: taught to read by the lady of the lake, learned his own name by reading it off his gravestone, read the inscription on Galehaut's coffin which sent him into a dissociative murder rampage. Possibly the best-documented reader in the Arthurian canon

Isolde: exchanged letters with Guenevere

Tristram: exchanged letters with Lancelot

Definitely cannot read

Gawain, Yvain, Galegantin, Galecsconde, Tors, Carados, Yvain (the bastard), Gosenain, the Gay Gallant, Aglin: had to find a monk to read the creepy gravestones at the Dolorous Guard to them

I would be astonished if they couldn't read

Morgan Le Fey: surely that nunnery taught reading and writing in addition to necromancy right

Your average monk/hermit: gotta be able to read the Bible to do services for random passing knights

Galahad: an autistic Bible nerd raised by nuns. No fucking way that boy can't read

Most damsels: there seems to be a robust letter-writing tradition among ladies, especially queens, and damsels are often message-carriers. Perhaps not all of them can read, but I would guess the average one can

Strongly doubt that they can read

Arthur: I do not believe that Arthur can read. He did not clock the "He Who Pulleth Out This Sword" note, which I suppose there is an argument that he is dumb and just missed it, but can't read is simpler. And he does not strike me as the type to develop late-in-life literary ambitions, when you could just kidnap a bunch of scholars instead

Perceval: the idea of Perceval reading is wild to me, like a parrot who has somehow managed a note-perfect rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. Not completely outside the constraints of physical possibility, but the effort involved would be so astronomical and what anyone would be getting out of it would be negligible. Just let him fly free in the woods.

Most knights. If those ten knights above are any indication, reading is not a prized or necessary knight skill. I would not be shocked to learn that a certain individual can read, but my baseline assumption would be no

#this post brought to you by my power is out and I am regretting getting out of bed #arthuriana #illiterate knights and the damsels and monks who read to them

[hearts4robs]

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬👓

“Busting out the glasses, huh, four eyes?” You taunted with a grin as you glanced at Jason.

Jason squints his eyes at you, his dark-rimmed glasses pushed up his nose. He slowly pushes them up in his hair instead, an embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. His curls curl wildly around the plastic rims of his reading glasses.

“Fuck off.” Jason grumbles as he grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter, slipping it in his pocket. You fail to fight back a small laugh, filling up your thermo-cup with coffee. You close the lid before grabbing your pre-packed tote bag from the counter.

“Let’s go get you your books, nerd.” You nudge Jason’s arm as the two of you exit the kitchen, squeezing into the slim hallway that were your entrance. Slipping on your shoes and jackets, Jason locks the apartment once he closes the door.

“Not a nerd, by the way.” Jason defends himself as the two of you makes your way down the stairs of your apartment building. Your arm was linked with his, your hand mindlessly having a loose hold on his bicep, his own hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

“Not a nerd? Babe, we’re going to a book-market in downtown, the opposite end of town, because you’re in search for this one book that you’re oh, so desperate to read.” You tease, grinning as the two of your turn another corner, continuing down the stairs.

“Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck.” Jason quickly corrects you, clicking his tongue slightly in annoyance as he pushes the front door open, allowing you to slip out first, Jason following closely.

“Yeah,” you roll your eyes, shooting him a knowing smile. “a nerd.” You say, yours and Jason’s steps synchronising as your walk onto the side-walk.

“I’m not a nerd, I seriously don’t know where you got that stupid idea from.” Jason tries to, and without success, defend himself again. You arch your brow at him, a playful smirk on your lips as you fish your phone out of your pocket. It takes a few tries to successfully find what you’re searching for, but once you got it, you’re grinning.

“Aha. Definition of nerd: ‘a person who is extremely enthusiastic and knowledgeable about a particular subject, especially one of special or niche interest’.” You read out loud, struggling to suppress your wide grin as the two of you come to a stop at a pedestrian crossing sign.

Jason snorts audibly, rolling his eyes. You turn off your phone, slipping it back in your pocket before looking up at Jason.

“Would you not say that you’re rather enthusiastic about books? And is it not a bit niche that a enthusiastic book-reader needs reading glasses?” You say, a wide grin on your face as you tease Jason, his eyes rolling in his skull.

“I do not need these glasses-“ Jason tries to defend again as the light turns green, immediately walking onto the road to reach the opposite side of the side-walk.

“You refuse to read without them.” You quickly say, giving his bicep a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, I love you anyways.”

“Love me anyways?”

“I love you anyways, nerd.”

“You’re disgusting.”

You smile to yourself as you wrap your cold fingers around the ceramic mug in your hand. Your eyes travel over the dips and bulges of your boyfriend. His much needed reading glasses resting right above the arch of his nose, eyes focused on the old pages of the book in his hand. His rough fingers gently flip the pages, his pen restlessly being spun between the fingers of his free hand. He was so focused, his thump thumping at the corner of the page he had reached. It was a downright beautiful sight, gorgeous and an absolutely God-sent view.

Sure, his curls were damp from the rain that was now drumming against the window, and yeah, his glasses were honestly not the cleanest or most straight, but he made it all work, somehow.

Jason was almost half-way through his book already, the pages already fallen victim to Jason’s restless thoughts, quickly scribbled down where there was place.

“You sure you’re not a nerd?”

“Shut up, [your name].”

You can’t suppress the chuckle bubbling past your lips as you bring you mug back to your lips.

“Alright, four eyes, love you.”

Notes. A little blurb for you <3!

#im a firm believer that Jason needs his glasses #he’s blind ok #he just needs them for reading #★ robin’s blurbs ★ #★ jason todd ml! ★ #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gn!reader #dc x reader #jason todd fluff #dc #jason todd #red hood

[absolutebl]

These Weeks in BL - This Is Very Late, Or Right on Time depending on where you sit on the temporal debate team

Sorry I got distracted by work. In my defense: I was paid.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 1 & 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 12 fin - Unfortunately, there was singing. But what can we do?

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. This is a great show, a solid adaptation, and a pleasing take on the original yaoi. I personally like it better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. I doubted them for this and I shouldn’t have. They did a great job, as did the sides. I will say all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be. Definitely one for the rewatch rotation. 9/10 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 1 of 8 (10?) - Damn it, I love it. And I don't want to. It’s more classic BL than I thought it would be, and far less Only Friends or Playboyy. (Thank fuck.) We got a big cast and a lot of tropes going down out the gate, including SMITTEN popular hot guy versus nerd with secret identity. (Incidentally, Khem did drop into rude / informal when arguing with his Aunt and defending his ma. Bratty boy.) The leads have good chemistry (First always does), and everyone is very pretty. The main boy reminds me of J-Min's role (and look) in Love Class 2. I am entertained. (And faintly wonder why this isn't a MosBank vehicle.)

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) eps 1-3 of 8- High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite a decade later when both of them have full time jobs (celebrity & doctor). Dr Ji is a familiar face (hi Dream it's been a LONG time) and everyone is way too old for high school, but I guess I prefer this to child actors?

I'm enjoying it, actually, the cast may be older but they're solid as a result and the chemistry is on point for a pulp. Whether our celebrity is on the DL or cheating or something else remains to be seen but he sure is smitten. The way he LOOKS at Ji = hawt.

Frankly? Celebrity/doctor is a good pairing and this is a solid Thai BL. I hope we have a nice angsty reason for the break-up and we're not in another Promise situation. I like the sides too. Carry on, little show, I'm disposed to be pleased with you.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 12 - I am enjoying it, actually. It’s incredibly silly. But I don’t really mind. STOP SINGING. 

1000 Years Old eps 3-4 of 12 - I love that these kids basically adopted a vampire pet. And one of them accidentally got a vampire boyfriend. This suddenly turned from a PNR into a family drama about domestic gays opening a food stall and I'm not mad about it. Nothing makes sense and I don't care because... rainbow umbrella!

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV grey) eps 1 of 10 - I don’t love it. I make no bones about the fact that a pining uke rarely works for me, especially if he’s younger (cute supportive besties not withstanding), the power dynamic isn’t good. I always like Kimmon, he’s a stiff actor but v pretty. (I shallow af.) Still it’s time he started acting his age… literally. Having to watch ads again as well… for this? Ooof. I'm not sure I'm strong enough.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 6 fin - It was very cute. I liked that there was uke instigated kisses. However I have some reservations on this one, much as I enjoyed it.

Adapted from Mayo Tsurakame’s manga, production team included Tadaaki Horai (My Love Mix-Up!) and Takeshi Miyamoto (Old Fashion Cupcake). Essentially Perfect Propose was about finding hope in a person when all other hope is gone. This show focuses on apathy, and perforce is somewhat apathetic and un-engaging especially as the pacing was off (and with only 6 episodes? now) However, this is countered by great visuals, good archetypes, and a clean story of childhood sweethearts reuniting after loosing their way in life. I landed on 8/10 mostly for a demanding younger seme and some great kisses. 

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube) eps 2-3 of 11 - Oh it’s great. I love it. I’m still worried by how gritty and "Taiwanese short-esk" it feels, but wow does this hit all my favorite taboo tropes and buttons. I also adore the little found fam, they the cutest gay older bros ever. The younger one who wants so bad to grow up and take care of the older one and pushes himself because into self sacrifice that’s the only model of love he has. ARGH. BOYS. Why so much pain, just smooch already! Sheesh. It's on YouTube for some of us, here's the schedule.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) eps 6-7 of 10 - They remain questionably cute, and that is probably going to be my ultimate review of this show. Awe cameo! (Hi babies, hope the ghosts are leaving you alone.) The irony does not escape me that the person in the relationship with the most emotional acumen is, in fact, the robot and not the human. I'm sure that's meant to be deep.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - A tortured second chance romance featuring a reported and a successful celebrity(?) academic. The kid actors look nothing like their adult counterparts, but they do look much younger. So, okay. Ah the utter embarrassment of first love. Oh I like it a lot, so very messy Japanese emo. Sigh. Here we go again.

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 8-9 of 10 - They are a cute couple. They both trying so hard and so confused and awkward and polite in trying to understand each other but TERRIBLE at communication. 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - I don’t know how I feel about this. But I do know it’s not my thing because it’s not BL. I’ll finish it because it’s short but… meh. 

It's done, ready to binge, but I have no time

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube) - I will try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will watch eventually.

It's airing but...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - finished it's run and I won't be watching it. It's horror with BL elements and the ending, well, let's just say that's a "no thank you" from me.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… no. I'm not watching this. I dislike this franchise.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Takumi-kun (2023) movie version AKA Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa released on FOD 3/5/2024. The original project was a 6 ep series. Having seen all the previous iterations and read the (terrible) yaoi I admit to being intrigued. If anyone finds eng subbed please let me know with a link in comments or in a DM? For those intersted in this show, probably the world's first true BL franchise I chat all about it here.

Gossip

James Supamongkon has withdrawn from the series Love Upon A Time and the NetJames pair is no more. Net Siraphop will continue with the historical BL project alongside a new partner. Can I interest you in Tod Techit... almost as pretty, legs for days...

The Complete Chronology of the Assault Case Against GMMTV Actor Win Pawin

I'm merely directing your attention to these articles, I do not wish for discussion of this content on this blog. Please don't ask for further info, I don't know the answer, follow the link that's why it's there.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still Coming

3/21 Two Worlds (Thai IQIYI) 10 eps - announced here. One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames staring MaxNat. I'm over them but Asia flipping loves this trope and I do adore MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Thai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram apparently alive. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha (played by Gun Thanawat who is Khom the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night).

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

How flipping adorable is this vampire with his big gay umbrella? SUCH A DORK and we got more vampire dorks coming.

Thailand has found its vampire line and it's awkward and geeky and quite cheerful. 'Bout what we expected, to be fair. It's a good look for them.

And vampires.

In other news...

That's your random moment of thirst, Lim Jimin shirtless AKA my Just B bias (I mean, I could talk about how good his extensions are and how I love a husky voice in Kpop but really, just LOOK at him). I'm very very very shallow, remember? Full vid is here.

Why am I mentioning Lim Jimin (aside from the obvious)? If Just B doesn't break soon, I could some of them transitioning to BL. Jimin in particular would be a win for us, obvs.

Also, can we talk about Bain (my bias wrecker) KILLING it on Build Up? I had no idea he was that good. Anygay, this has been your Kpop end note.

Seriously tho, is ANYONE else watching Build-Up?

(Last week - well, 2 weeks ago)

Streaming services are listed how I'm (usually watching) which is with a USA based IP

The tag bragade: @doorajar

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will. Easy peesy.

#thai bl #cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #cherry magic #cherry magic review #taynew #live action yaoi #thai adaptation #to be continued the series #city of stars #thai bl pulp #japanese bl #perfect propose #perfect propose review #AntiReset #taiwanese bl #unknown the series #Although I Love You and You #Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka #just b #kpop #Lim Jimin #1000 Years Old #To Be Continued

[mickules]

CONTINUE ►NEW GAME OPTIONS

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All credit to the delightful Submas Bros who got me back on this train (ha) with some much needed motivation, so here we go again;

Pokémon Super DanganRonpa 2 Good Bye Despair; this time it's personal.

Hajime: There's something about small unassuming Eevee with all that potential inside 'em which they just can't access on their own. Also there's been a fair few storylines with an Eevee trainer being bullied by a bunch of Eeveelution trainers for not evolving . . . Nagito: I know Absol is a fave to give him but regardless of the fact I gave Absol to Kyoko, I wasn't quite feelin' it. Hear me out here: Diancie. One a kind mythical pokemon, crystalised- not evolved- from a Carbink, insanely valuable, with very good mega evolution stats, equal to Makoto's Tyranitar, all of which Nagito would brush off depreciating that he couldn't even catch a 'normal Carbink' And on a meta level; may be based on the HOPE Diamond (given one of the Diancie event's was named 'Hope Diancie') a gem that's reputed to curse the holder with ill luck. Mikan: Hubris has caught me since I gave Hifumi a Blissey, but Audino is another nurse Joy staple and has the hidden ability 'Klutz' Chiaki: what self respecting gamer wouldn't jump at the chance to have an 8-bit pokemon? Ibuki: Electric Guitar pokemon? Low key Toxtricity even matches her colour pallet Kazuichi: Isn't sentient gear box Klinklang a mechanic nerd's dream? Sonia I'm sure every other pokemon she has is a terrifying ghost type; but nothing quite says 'princess' like a Galarian Rapidash Gundham: "Cower before the 4 Dark Dedennes of Destruction!" (also the Ultimate breeder would have shinies out the wazoo) Teruteru: A Rotom controlled oven is perfect for all his cooking needs, with none of the morality questions about FarFetch'd and it's leek. Twogami: So I may have played myself giving Togami a shiny factory Ditto; but who's a better companion to the lonely imposter with no identity of their own than insecure mimikyu who copies beloved pokemon to seek acceptance? Kindred spirits Akane: Both Gluttonous and Athletic? Greedent is a good match for that Nekomaru: it's like looking in a mirror, Machamp is a classic. Hiyoko: The Ultimate traditional dancer gets a Sensu style traditional dancing Oricorio. Call the presses. Mahiru: I'd admit this was a headscratcher since the most famous pokemon photographer DOESN'T HAVE ANY POKEMON; so for your consideration, Chinchou. Lures out shy pokemon for that perfect poke-snap, plus can be an impromptu flash in low visibility Fuyuhiko: Honchkrow the mafia boss pokemon is a no brainer, but more than that the villain groups are basically the pokemon yakuza; so that would make Fuyuhiko the ultimate. . Evil Team Boss? Not a great ring to it, but he's definitely the boss of this generation's Team Rocket Peko: A Honedge for the Ultimate Swordswoman, and the Jessie to Fuyuhiko's James. (I couldn't bring myself to call her simply a Team Kuzuryu Grunt) Izuru: Nothing outside of Type Null, the artificial pokemon created by combining all the greatest strengths and type advantages of all pokemon would be good enough for the artificial being known as Izuru Kamakura created by combining all known talent within one person. . . If this lad stepped out after you defeated the Elite Four. . . Imagine the Despair. . .

A coupla extras for you since I was in the zone

Genocider Syo: Taking Toko's love of bug pokemon and slapping some blades onto 'em? match made in heaven for a Poke-serial killer Ishida: "Chandeleur? What're ya talkin' about? That's just my bro backing me up! 'sides don't Chandeleurs hypnotise folks to see what they wanna see? I ain't dumb enough to fall for that baloney! Ain't that right Kyoudai?!"

Once again this was a blast! Maybe I've got one more in me . . .

#danganronpa #pokemon #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #mikan tsumugi #ibuki mioda #kazuichi soda #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #teruteru hanamura #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #akane owari #nekomaru nidai #hiyoko saionji #mahiru koizumi #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #izuru kamakura #genocider syo #kiyondo ishida #dedenne #porygon #eevee #galarian rapidash #mimikyu #SDR2 spoilers #pokemon trainer #mickules

[svsss-fanon-exposed]

Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 15/∞

SHEN (YUAN) QINGQIU IS A MONSTER NERD

Rating: CANON

One of the most common character traits of Shen Yuan!Qingqiu is his fascination with the monsters and demonic beasts of PIDW. This portrayal is based in canon, as he is shown on multiple occasions to have a particular interest-- in fact, the monsters were the reason he decided to keep reading PIDW in the first place:

There was another important “it” factor. It was, in fact, the main element that had first compelled Shen Qingqiu to follow the novel until the end. The demonic beasts! ... As a cultivation novel, it was out-and-out filled with landmines, but as a monster handbook, it was pretty entertaining. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

This passage implies that Shen Yuan found the monsters entertaining, and enjoyed them over most of the rest of the novel. However, he is often portrayed in fanworks as having an obsession, special interest, or hyperfixation on demonic beasts.

This also has basis in canon. A bit later on there is the following passage:

Shen Qingqiu wasn’t so pessimistic about his ability to handle demonic beasts. His confidence in his own cultivation and spiritual power aside, his interest in the demonic beasts of Proud Immortal Demon Way had far surpassed his interest in all those flavors of women. He might not have remembered where any given female protagonist liked to go stargazing with Luo Binghe after being slighted, and he sometimes was unable to match names to characters, but he definitely remembered every demonic beast’s attributes and weaknesses with exacting clarity! (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

Speaking from my own experiences, this certainly does sound like a hyperfixation. Remembering the variety of beasts, and perhaps even every single one, would be the same as a usual level of interest, but the fact that Shen Qingqiu had perfectly memorized every attribute of every beast in a novel several million words long certainly seems to fall more into hyperfixation territory.

When it came to Proud Immortal Demon Way’s demonic beasts, he’d really asked the right person. Shen Qingqiu spoke with great familiarity, like he was listing his family treasures. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

Another instance here, where it shows just how highly he values his knowledge of PIDW's beasts and how familiar he is with them.

Of course, on some level, this knowledge of demonic beasts is expected of his position:

The walking demon encyclopedia—both the original and current flavor could definitively live up to this title. After all, there was that stack of records and ancient books in the back of Qing Jing Peak’s Bamboo House, the same ones that hundreds of generations of peak lords had to read in full before they were allowed to succeed the position. (7 Seas, Ch. 6)

But we must keep in mind that Shen Yuan was not originally the Qing Jing Peak Lord and had no intention on becoming the Qing Jing Peak Lord when he read PIDW-- and the knowledge he has originally comes from reading the novel, so he was not only learning all of this because it was required of his position. Where Shen Jiu might have learned these thing out of necessity, Shen Yuan did so out of passion and genuine interest from even before his transmigration.

This is further supported by a comparison with other readers of PIDW:

He could never have guessed that Shen Qingqiu’s interest in such strange creatures was equivalent to the average Zhongdian reader’s interest in the hundreds of flower-like maidens, each more beautiful than the last. (7 Seas, Ch. 5)

Now, I have noticed that fanworks will have a tendency to play up his obsession with demonic beasts-- while he definitely does have some form of hyperfixation with them, it is not as prevalent in the novel itself (at least, the events that we, the readers see).

My guess as to why this is? Well, it's simply because he is obsessed with the demonic beasts, but he is even more obsessed with Luo Binghe. It's just not as easy for him to admit that.

So in conclusion, Shen Qingqiu's internal monologue indicates that he has some level of obsession, special interest, or hyperfixation with PIDW's demonic beasts. Though it may not be quite as intense or all-encompassing as fanworks often portray it, it would still be perfectly in-line with his character to have him gushing (at least internally) over the beasts of the demon realm while traveling with Luo Binghe.

#fanon exposed #canon #svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

[jaylleoo14]

A little implied stalking and lightly implied obsessive behaviors + bonus drawings down below :) (but its cute and kinda fluffy!)

Hehehe wouldn’t it be cute to imagine a nerdy pathetic Jade? Ehehehehehe it’s so cute in my head, like just the image of Jade being your typical nerd who just fails to catch anyone’s attention compared to Floyd who’s flamboyant and flaming on the courts. Such a loser he is (but its so cute though!), he even goes to his own secluded place to sit by himself and eat lunch just to listen to the birds singing. But one day, he met someone. Someone who was kind to him and actually engaged in conversations with him (he is delusional and it was only because you two were grouped into a project one time). That person was you! He loved everything about you. The way you spoke so nicely and softly to him, he liked how happy you were when you smiled at him, he liked the way you would button up your shirt so neatly, the way you smelled, what perfume you used, which foot you would put on your shoes first, the way you'd fidget when you got nervous. All of you. He loved you, he adored you, he liked you, he had a big fat crush on you. So when Jade tries to approach you he just fails miserably and is left slightly stuttering and quiet. Floyd definitely hypes him up but he sees firsthand how embarrassing Jade is whenever he tries to talk to you. So Floyd proposes something to help Jade out. Number one, work his confidence! Floyd no doubt has admirers for his looks, but Jades his twin! Jade is just as hot! Take those big glasses off, do his hair more stylish and change up his look! Floyds groaning at how actually miserable Jade looks and it’s kinda sad to see him fumbling around whenever you’re around, but fear not! It’s time to take some lessons from Floyd so Jade can calculate that love meter of yours and have an exact answer on how to win it ;)

This is Jades punk era guys…. HIS PUNK ERA!!!! He is getting that tongue piercing, he is getting those piercings, he is getting that sexy bad boy look!!!! Ahhhh but look at him getting so shy now that he’s looking in the mirror. Jade has always wanted to try this aesthetic of clothing before, but can a nerd like him really pull it off? Floyd definitely slapped his back and reassured him everything would be alright, he just needs some spine and he’ll be fine! He’s made it his goal to try and ask you out because surely after all your conversations you’ve taken a liking to him even just a little, right? (Conversations as in a quick “hi” or “yeah it was nice seeing you too” or just listening in on his little informative and nerdy mumblings about his mushrooms, though he looked quite cute when he did so if you had to admit)

The day has come. Hes going to ask you out! Jade looks nothing like how he usually does. You know, like his usual khaki shirt saying "Kinoko" on it and his stiff blue jeans. His usual plain wear. But now hear he is, looking so much more stylish with that ripped collar and that spiked choker. Real or not, he even got his face and ears pierced. All this just for you. Jade has practiced his lines many times, looking in the mirror and studying his facial expressions. How to carry himself when he walks and most importantly, how to try and win your heart. He remembers all the things you like, and he went ahead and did the honors of getting familiar with them as well.

Ah! There you are, you were there putting your stuff away in your lockers. Look at you, standing there and looking so pretty and captivating even when you try not to be. You just capture his heart so much! Truly a shock to the heart. Calm down Jade, you have to carry this out; otherwise all this effort and practice will be for naught! As he makes his way he proceeds to take a deep breath to calm his nerves and proceeds to call out your name. As you turn towards the source you're a little shocked as to see who this person was. He goes up to you, and with a confident look on his face he goes and greets you. "Hi y/n, how are you?" Though still confused, you give this man a confused stare. "Uh, do I know you?"

The look on Jades face is full of shock and he deflates oh so easily after trying to put up a confident front. Floyd was out hanging with his bros and already did a run down on what to do. As Jade remembers them, he clenches his fists slightly and takes another intake of air through his nostrils. Fixing his posture back to how it was before, he gives you a somewhat timid and shy look; though he is trying to put up that brave front. "Its me.... Jade...Jade Leech." You can say that it was definitely a surprise, well he could tell - judging based on how you reacted that is. "J-Jade?! This is you?! You look so... So different! I mean, you look great! But, what's the special occasion? I mean, you always looked so plain and I didn't think you were into this kind of style." Your surprised and shocked response did make him ease up a little and a little chuckle comes out. "Hehe, thank you y/n. I appreciate it, really. Today is a special day for me actually, and I've always thought these types of clothing would suite me nicely. I'm glad you're pleased with the way I look." He looks so happy and pleased, its so obvious its like seeing him wag his tail happily.

"Oh I see, special how?" With your intrigued question, a little spark is flickered in his eyes. Here it goes, its all or nothing.

"Well you see... Today, i planned on telling you something rather important." He proceeds to take a step closer to you, you can sense that something is going on. As you take a step back, your eyes widen as you hear more on what he had to say. The halls were strangely empty, no one around. it was perfect, the evening sun shines its golden rays through the window and it hits Jades black leather back warmly. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Another step forward. At this point your back hits the lockers with a light metallic clatter, your eyes widening and sweat dripping as you ponder what words he plans to say. "You see, for awhile now there was something I wished to tell you. But I wasn't quite ready, until now that is." His hands slowly go to trap you in between his arms, leaning a bit closer to you to meet your eyes. He was making big moves and you were obviously left stunned. "Y/N, truth is, i've liked you a lot for awhile now. If you will, can I... Be yours to have?"

And well, the rest is up to you to imagine what happens afterwards. Do you accept his confession or do you turn him down? So many things can go down and leaving this open ended is so frustrating sometimes because it really does leave you wondering. Or perhaps you wanted a solid conclusion? Well, one thing for sure is, props for Floyd! He definitely played wingman for Jade, and to add definitely his stylist :3 Just imagine all the times Jade had practiced just to say those simple words to you hehehe, you better answer fast dear readers. Because with Jades new look he definitely has caught some eyes from other people around, not like he'll accept them anyways. Because he only has his heart set on you and you only <333

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