#where can i get a duplicate of felix???

[starlostseungmin]

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these are the visual representation of me while reading the whole story 🤧

I DARE YOU.

Felix x reader. (s)

Synopsis: The shy you meet the charming stranger, Felix, through a dare that leads you both into a whirlwind of a night filled with new, unexpected things. (17,6k words)

Author's note: It’s a late bday fic for Felix. I had soooooo much fun writing the smut in this one and I rarely said that so I hope you had fun too reading it x

Not this—being in a loud, dark club with Rex and her friends, a group of people you barely know, and the alcohol in your glass isn't any less foreign, a poor substitute for your usual chamomile tea.

A typical Friday night for you usually means snuggling on the sofa with your favorite blanket, a book in hand, and a cup of tea.

The music is thumping, the strobing lights flickering incessantly, and the sheer chaos of it all overwhelms your senses. It's overstimulating, like stepping into a world where you don't quite belong.

But here you are, trying to push past your comfort zone for one night, specifically for your best friend, Rex. You make the exception because it's her birthday.

You've known Rex since high school, and to this second, you're still not entirely sure how you two became best friends.

Rex is everything you aren’t—fierce, vibrant, and unapologetically confident—while you are introverted, shy, and awkward. Yet somehow, in that contrast, you found something that clicked. Maybe it's the way she effortlessly pulls you out of your shell or the way she always has your back without needing to say much.

For almost eight years now, this unlikely bond has stood the test of time, bridging the gap between your quiet, dull world and her wild, colorful one.

However, at times, the stark contrast between you and Rex pushes you to the edge. She thrives on excitement, constantly seeking new experiences, while you cling to routine. You like the comfort of predictability—having the same breakfast every day, enjoying the calm of your familiar surroundings. Rex, on the other hand, is always nudging you, sometimes even shoving you, to break free from that comfort zone. She wants you to explore, to live a little, and while you appreciate her intentions, it can feel overwhelming. She never seems to understand that trying new, exciting things isn’t natural for you the way it is for her.

Just like tonight. Rex has convinced everyone to play Never Have I Ever, and it quickly becomes apparent how out of place you are.

Every statement, every confession, is about wild, reckless things—everything you’ve never done. With each round, your glass remains untouched while everyone else takes shots, laughing as they reveal their mischievous pasts.

By the time the group is tipsy and lightheaded from confessing their wild and naughty escapades, you are still as sober as ever, quietly sitting there, feeling even more like a fish out of water.

Rex eventually notices your lack of participation. She puts down her glass and says, “Alright, this is getting boring. Let’s change the game!”

You notice her eyes flicking to you, and you feel your heart sink. “But I’m having fun,” you assure her, forcing an awkward laugh.

Your words are not entirely false. It isn’t like you aren’t having fun—it just isn’t your kind of fun.

Rex smirks, knowing you too well. She can see through your calm façade. “Sure you are. Alright, Never Have I Ever cheated on a test?"

Everyone else laughs, raising their glasses to take a shot, but your glass stays put.

“Guys, you shouldn’t cheat on...” your words trail off as you notice the looks they give you.

“See?” Rex says, turning back to you. “It’s not fun if you’re not participating.”

You scoff, but you can't really argue. It's true. The game isn’t exactly designed for someone like you.

“I’m still having fun,” you insist with a faint smile, but even you can hear how fake that sounds.

Rex lets out a sigh and scoots closer to you. “It’s my birthday, and I want my best friend to have fun on my birthday.”

One of her friends groans, putting her glass down with an exaggerated eye roll. “Whatever, I’m hitting the dance floor.” She slides out of the booth, and the rest follow, leaving you and Rex alone.

Maybe Rex’s birthday has become a bit boring because of you, but you told her before that you would’ve preferred a small gathering at your apartment, maybe just the two of you.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your birthday,” you mumble, feeling guilty for being a party pooper and aware that it's unfair to her.

However, Rex’s attention has already drifted elsewhere—on someone, to be exact. She turns her head back at you with her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“He’s been checking you out,” she whispers against the loud music.

You snort and shake your head in disbelief, glancing in the direction she subtly nods toward, checking if she's telling the truth.

Across the room, a guy with bleached blond hair and tattooed hands sits casually, dressed in a leather jacket. His fair skin and delicate features are striking, but you can’t help but laugh to yourself. There is no way he is checking you out—not when Rex, your stunning, lively best friend, is sitting right next to you.

Before you can argue, Rex turns your head toward him. Your eyes lock with his instantly, and your heart skips a beat. You tell yourself it's just the loud, thumping music making your chest pound like that. He smiles faintly at you, and you quickly look away, feeling heat rise in your cheeks.

“Okay, new game!” Rex suddenly announces, clapping her hands.

You blink in shock. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t worry, it’s just between you and me,” Rex says with a mischievous grin, taking a second to sip her drink.

You raise an eyebrow, wary of what she has in mind. “Okay...?” you respond nervously.

“Truth or dare,” Rex finally reveals, her eyes gleaming with trouble. “But here’s the twist—there’s no truth.”

“Rex, I don’t—” you begin, but she cuts you off by covering your mouth with her hand.

“It’s my birthday,” she says, her voice low yet commanding. “You’re obliged to do whatever I ask.”

You sigh, nodding reluctantly. Rex removes her hand and holds yours instead, her fingers cool and reassuring despite her devious smile.

“My dear best friend,” she says, that mischievous grin lingering on her red-painted lips, “I dare you to kiss that guy.”

Your eyes follow her finger, and it's pointing at the bleached blond guy with the tattooed hands across the room.

“What? No way!” You blurt out, eyes widening in shock.

“Come on! It’s just a kiss. You can do it," Rex says casually, showing how different the two of you view this dare. She then squeezes your hand and adds, "Besides, he’s been staring at you all night.”

Your heart pounds, not from the music but from the sheer terror of Rex’s dare. Kiss a stranger? In a club? You aren’t Rex—confident and fearless. You’re the girl who barely participated in Never Have I Ever because the wildest thing you’ve ever done is stay up late to study for finals.

“But I… I don’t know him,” you stammer, your palms getting sweaty on your lap.

“That’s the point of the game!" Rex says lightly. "And it’s not like he hasn’t noticed you. He smiled, didn’t he?”

The idea terrifies you, but there is also a small part of you—buried deep under all the shyness and caution—that is curious. What if you step out of your comfort zone for once? What if you do something wild, something you’d never do on your own?

As if she hears your thoughts, Rex leans closer and softly says, “You’ve spent your whole life playing it safe. It’s just one kiss. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You glance back toward the guy. He’s still sitting there, calm and collected, his long bleached-blonde hair falling effortlessly around his face. He hasn’t looked away since your brief, flustered glance earlier. Instead, he seems… unfazed, but there’s something curious in his eyes, like he’s still watching, waiting.

“I can’t,” you mutter again, shaking your head, feeling that familiar wave of discomfort rise in your chest.

Rex leans in closer, holding your hand gently. “Look, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just want you to have fun for once, not think about everything so much. You trust me, right?”

Of course you trust her. Rex has been by your side for eight years, through thick and thin. As wild as she is, she always has your back, no matter what.

The logical part of your brain screams at you to refuse, to stay in your lane. But there’s another voice, quieter but growing louder with each passing second, telling you to just do it, to be bold, even if just for one night.

You inhale deeply, your hand still in hers, and with a shaky voice, you say, “Fine. But if I make a fool of myself, I'll kill you and leave your body in a ditch.”

Rex bursts out laughing, not finding your words threatening at all. “Deal! Now go get him, tiger!” she says, giving you a playful slap on the butt.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” you mutter under your breath, standing up on legs already turning to jelly.

You look over your shoulder and find Rex grinning, clearly delighted. As encouragement, she gives you a nudge in the guy's direction.

As you walk toward him, each step feels surreal, heavier than the last. It doesn’t take long before the guy notices you, and to your surprise, his faint smile grows.

When you finally stop in front of him, you don’t know what to say. Your throat tightens, and for a moment, you regret even considering the dare. But despite everything, you hear your own voice ask, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”

There's no turning back now, and it’s not like he's the type to say no, not with the way he's looking at you—intrigued. And despite the panic in your chest, there’s something thrilling about the way he watches you.

He looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, then his smile turns soft. “How could I say no to that?” he says, his voice surprisingly low and deep.

Not giving yourself time to overthink, you close the gap between you and him, leaning in as he does the same until your lips and his meet in the middle.

The kiss isn’t wild or reckless like you imagined it would be. It’s gentle, slow, and—much to your surprise—perfectly in tune with the moment. It feels like the first time you’ve ever kissed anyone, full of nerves, fluttering excitement, and the kind of tenderness you hadn’t expected from a stranger.

When you pull back, your hand flies to your lips, barely believing you’ve just done that. Your heart is still racing, but this time, it isn’t just from fear. You feel the thrill and rush of stepping out of your comfort zone, and you think... maybe you can push yourself a little more, just a little bit.

Absentmindedly, you open your mouth and ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”

-

It's a typical Friday night for Felix—hanging at the club with his friends, having a few drinks, casually watching the scene. The same kind of night he's had countless times. His eyes wander across the room, drifting from one group of people to another, and then… he sees you.

You're completely out of place, dressed in something someone would wear to church on Sunday, your glasses slightly sliding down your nose, sitting with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. The glass you're holding? He's pretty sure it's just an accessory for your idle hand. Then he observes the people you're with—they're clearly here to let loose and have fun, his usual type—the kind of girls who are bold and uninhibited. But you? You're different, and that’s what intrigues him.

Felix isn’t being judgmental. He knows everyone needs to blow off some steam once in a while, but there's something about seeing you in this environment that captivates him. You don’t belong here, not really, and yet here you are. The juxtaposition of your quiet presence amidst the chaos of the club fascinates him. He finds himself watching you without meaning to, drawn to how out of place you are.

Then, your eyes meet. You look right at him from across the room, and he doesn't look away. He holds your gaze, wondering if you’ll hold it too, but you drop your eyes almost immediately.

The shyness in that simple act is oddly cute because most girls he meets in places like this are bold, forward. They don't shy away from eye contact, but you? There is something sweet in your hesitance.

The second time you glance over, Felix notices a change. You're a little braver, and this time, you don’t just look—you stand up. Your steps are hesitant but purposeful as you cross the room, and before he can think too much about it, you're right in front of him.

“Do you mind if I kissed you?” you ask, your voice soft, small yet determined.

Felix raises an eyebrow, surprised but amused. He can’t help but smile at the way you asked for permission. Most girls don’t ask—they just do. But your politeness, your shyness, the way you're so out of place in this club yet standing in front of him, asking so sweetly—it's irresistible.

He looks at you, his smile widening. “How could I say no to that?”

A kiss has always just been a kiss for Felix—a simple way to satisfy some biological need, with no deeper meaning behind it. But this? This kiss doesn’t feel like that.

The kiss takes him back to something he hasn’t felt in years—the thrill of a first kiss. The kind that's innocent, pure, and full of nervous excitement. He can’t remember the last time he had a kiss that made him feel like this—something chaste but electrifying all at once.

As you pull away, Felix almost groans in protest. He wants more, needs more of that flutter, that spark. His lips tingle, and he can tell yours do too, as your hand flies up to your mouth as if you can’t believe what just happened.

"Do you want to get out of here?" you ask, your voice shy, but with a daring edge that Felix hadn’t expected.

Your charm is something else—shy and demure one moment, then bold and forward the next, endlessly fascinating him. There's just something about you that makes this feel less like a random encounter and more like something worth exploring.

Consider his curiosity piqued, eager to see where this unlikely encounter will take him next. He meets your gaze, a playful smile tugging at his lips, then he says, "Lead the way!"

You turn, feeling the heat of his presence close behind you as you make your way through the packed club. The noise slowly recedes, replaced by a focused, almost intimate atmosphere between you.

As you reach the exit, Felix places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. Once outside, the cool night air hits you, a refreshing contrast to the club’s stuffy heat.

Felix glances at you, his smile still in place, and asks, “So, what’s the plan?”

-

To be honest, you have no idea why you asked him out. You acted spontaneously, which is unlike you, but you know what you want. You crave the thrill and the excitement, and ultimately, more of that explosive kiss. 

Without thinking, you reach for Felix’s arm, pulling him toward the dimly lit alley next to the club. The urgency between you both is palpable, the energy from that brief kiss still simmering just beneath the surface. 

As soon as you're out of sight from the street, Felix pins you against a stack of old crates filled with empty beer bottles. His hands find your waist and pull you close. Your lips collide again, this time more passionate, more intense. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your fingers tangle in his long hair. 

In the intensity of the moment, you lean back slightly, misjudging the proximity of the crate. Your head strikes the edge with a sharp thud, and the sudden pain makes you wince. 

You gasp and accidentally break the kiss for a second, but you decide to laugh it off—you don’t want to ruin the moment. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice tinted with concern. 

“I’m fine," you say, half-laughing. 

Felix smiles, though concern fills his eyes as he leans in close. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m—” you begin to blabber, wanting to resume the heated moment by leaning in for another kiss, but you immediately stop when you notice the shift in his expression. 

His hand reaches up to the side of your head, and that’s when you feel it too—the warm, sticky sensation spreading through your hair. Then, he shows you his fingers, coated with your blood. 

“I don’t think you're okay,” he mutters, his voice suddenly serious. “You’re bleeding.” 

You can feel the adrenaline and embarrassment mingling as the pain begins to set in. 

Felix gently touches your shoulder, trying to comfort you as he guides you away from the alley. “We need to get this checked out. We need to go to the hospital.” 

Oh, no! This was supposed to be your night of finally breaking out of your shell, not a night where you make a fool of yourself in front of a hot guy. 

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t need to go to the hospital,” you insist, trying to brush off the situation. 

He shakes his head firmly, but his hand remains gentle on the small of your back. “We’re getting this checked out. You can’t just ignore it.” 

Without taking any of your excuses, Felix hails a taxi until one stops and pulls to the side of the road. He helps you get in, and on the ride to the nearest hospital, he checks on you every once in a while, asking if you're okay. His tatted hands and rough exterior are such a contrast to his gentle, attentive demeanor. 

That only makes you hate how the night has taken a turn. The two of you could have done more than just kiss by now if it weren’t for you bumping your head on a stupid crate. 

“Come back if you feel dizzy, nauseous, or if there’s a ringing in your ears,” the doctor says as she takes off her latex gloves, leaving the nurse to finish the rest. 

Despite the night’s earlier excitement, you feel a tinge of embarrassment about the whole incident. You're thinking of faking a concussion just to stay the night in the emergency room, but you're aware that would only make him worry more about you. 

Guess there's no other option but to push your way through this humiliation. 

As you step out of the emergency room, you see him standing against the wall, looking impossibly cool in his rough leather jacket. With his striking features, he could’ve been doing a photo shoot for a magazine. 

“Hi,” you nervously greet him. 

The adrenaline has drained from your body, leaving you feeling deflated. It's like the girl who kissed a stranger in a dark alley has vanished, replaced by your usual shy, awkward self—plus, you now have a bandage on your forehead. 

The magic of the night has faded, and you wouldn't blame Felix if he decided to leave now that he’s met the real you. He glances up from his phone, a soft smile stretching across his lips. 

“Hey. You okay?” he asks, putting his phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket. 

“Three stitches, no concussion,” you say, trying to sound casual. 

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Felix sighs, visibly relaxing. 

“You know, you don’t have to wait for me. I can deal with this myself,” you say, feeling a little guilty. He’s already done enough by helping you get to the hospital. 

“I can’t do that,” Felix says, his voice steady. 

“Why not?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

“I can’t just leave when you’re hurt,” he answers simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

That's such an unexpected answer from an unexpected man. He barely knows you, yet here he is, waiting outside an emergency room just to make sure you're okay. That thought warms you—but then it hits you: you don’t even know his name. 

“Unless I’m actually concussed… do I know your name?” you ask with a shy laugh. “Or did we skip introductions?” 

Felix chuckles, holding out his hand to you. “Felix,” he says, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver through you. 

You take his hand, offering your name in return. “Nice to meet you, Felix.” 

It's about to get awkward from here, you can feel it. The momentum of the night has stalled, and now you aren’t sure what to say or do. You like him, but it feels like the window to continue this spontaneous night has closed. Maybe it’s better to retreat. 

“I’d better head home,” you mutter in defeat, but deep down, you hope the end of the night won’t feel as anticlimactic as it seems. 

To your surprise, Felix straightens up from the wall and turns toward the exit. With a warm and genuine smile, he offers, “Let me take you home.”

-

As Felix stands outside the emergency room, leaning against the wall, he notices you stepping out, looking more like yourself again—shy, awkward, but also kind of endearing. He can see the hint of embarrassment in your eyes, like you're expecting him to vanish now that things aren't as wild as they were earlier. But you have no idea he isn’t that kind of guy, not when it comes to this. 

You walk over, your voice soft and uncertain as you greet him, “Hi.” 

“Hey. You’re okay?” he puts on a smile, relieved that you're okay. 

“Three stitches, no concussion,” you answer, trying to play it down. 

“That’s a relief,” he sighs. 

Honestly, if anything worse had happened to you, he would’ve felt responsible, and he can’t live with that. Sure, his appearance might have given off the wrong vibe, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. You need help, so he helps you. 

“You know, you don’t even have to wait for me. I can just deal with it myself," you awkwardly clasp your hands in front of you and keep avoiding his eyes as you speak. 

“I can’t do that,” he says; there’s no way he leaves you alone after everything. 

“Why not?” you ask, genuinely confused. 

Felix doesn’t really have an answer to that, so he slowly shrugs and says, “I can’t just leave when you’re hurt.” 

You give him this look, like you're trying to figure him out. He guesses you don't expect him to care, but he does, and that is that. 

A moment passes in silence, and you shift awkwardly in front of him. “Unless I’m actually concussed... do I know your name, or did we skip the introduction?” 

It only hits him now that you both indeed haven't introduced each other. He chuckles and holds out his hand. “Felix.” 

You take it, and your hand feels warm and delicate in his. “Nice to meet you, Felix.” 

You seem like you're about to wrap up the night, but he can see it in the way you're fidgeting, like you're ready to go but also unsure about how to end things. 

“I’d better head home,” you mutter, your voice almost apologetic. 

But Felix isn’t ready to end the night, and he can tell you don’t want to, either—you just don’t have the nerve to ask. And honestly, he doesn’t want the moment to slip away, so he decides to give you an out. 

“Let me take you home,” he offers, and when your eyes meet his, he can see the relief flicker across your face. 

When the taxi pulls up outside your apartment building, he watches you try to act cool, but he can tell you’re hesitating. You don’t want the night to end any more than he does, but you aren’t going to say it. 

Felix has been with enough people to know when someone is too shy to speak up, and you are definitely in that space. He leans in slightly and asks, “Do you mind if I come in for a bit? I’m afraid I need to use your bathroom.” 

Your face lights up with a smile you can’t hide, and he has to hold back a grin of his own. 

“I don’t mind at all," you say, trying so hard to conceal the excitement in your voice. 

The two of you head inside. You lead the way to your apartment, climbing the stairs, giving him a view of your back as the hem of your dress sways while you walk until you reach the fourth floor.

Thank God for that! If you climbed another flight of stairs, he would have followed his intrusive thoughts and dropped to his knees to peek under your skirt to see what kind of underwear you’re wearing. 

Felix bets it's white, cotton, probably with cute floral prints. He shakes the thought away when you abruptly stop walking as you arrive at the front door of your apartment. 

Once you unlock the door, you open it and step aside to let Felix in. He flashes you a smile as he steps in the small yet cozy apartment. He glances around and sees the pictures on the wall, mostly of you and a tall girl with curly brown hair. He remembers her as one of the girls you’ve been with at the club. 

“The bathroom is that way,” you tell him, and Felix makes his way down the hall. 

Once inside, he wastes a bit of time washing his hands, fixing his hair, checking the hair products, all the while giving you a moment to settle. 

When he comes out, you’re in the kitchen, your hair now tied back into a low bun, exposing your neck and the soft tendrils of hair on the nape of your neck. You look… different, but still really cute. 

“Would you like a drink?” you ask, sauntering your way to the fridge. 

“Anything cold would be nice,” he answers. 

You take two cans of soda out of the fridge, bringing them with you to the living room and sitting on the small sofa. 

“Sit down, please,” you say, permitting him to sit in the space next to you since there’s no other place to sit. 

“This is a nice apartment,” he comments, his eyes glancing around while his hand works the tab on his soda can. 

“Thanks,” you mutter with a smile, holding the can of soda in both hands. It has been opened, but you're not drinking it. 

"I can safely assume you live with a roommate?" he asks, then takes a gulp of his soda, which instantly refreshes him. 

"Yes," you answer. "Rex, she’s one of the girls... back in the club," you awkwardly explain, confirming that he's right—she's the same girl from the club. 

"Is it short for Tyrannosaurus—" he pauses for dramatic effect, "—Rex?" 

You let out a chuckle and push your glasses up your nose. "Her real name is Rebecca, but she insisted on being called Rex because it's..." 

"Sounds cooler?" he easily guesses. 

"Yeah," you nod in confirmation, "and it's her birthday today, so..." 

"That's why you were at the club?" he asks, slowly getting his curiosity answered. 

"I think it's obvious that I wasn't there because of my own volition," you openly admit. 

Felix can see it now—the way you seemed out of place back at the club. It isn’t your scene, and it makes sense now that you explained it is Rex’s thing. He hesitates, feeling a question burning in his mind, one that he needs an answer to, regardless of what it might reveal. 

"And the kiss?"

-

Oh, no! Not this again. 

Please don't say that Felix is actually interested in Rex and that he was checking her out instead of you. This wouldn't be your first time, but what a pity! What a pity it would be if that turned out to be true. 

Until Felix asked about the kiss and whether it was Rex’s idea or not. 

Your throat tightens, but you know you have to be honest. “Rex dared me to do it,” you admit, your words tumbling out faster than you wanted. 

He nods, but you can see a flash of disappointment in his eyes—brief but noticeable. Before he can respond, you rush to explain the rest of the truth. 

“But the one we shared in the alley? That was me. I wanted that,” you add. 

Felix gives you the chance to explain more, so you continue, determined to make him understand. You put your can of soda on the table and inhale before speaking. 

“Earlier, during this game Rex and her friends played, they were talking about all these wild things they’d done, and I just sat there... realizing how much I’ve missed out on.” You pause to let out a sigh as the weight of your confession settles between you. “I’ve spent so much time focused on studying, hitting all my academic goals, that I never gave myself the chance to live. And I don’t want to wake up one day full of regret for not taking chances.” 

You look up from your lap at him—not necessarily meeting his eyes, or else you'll be a nervous wreck. “So tonight, I decided to push myself for once. The kiss might’ve started as a dare, but when I pulled you into that alley… that was real. For the first time in my life, I felt so alive.” 

Felix remains quiet for a moment, his eyes searching yours, taking in every word. You can feel his hesitation, though—a cautious distance. His concern isn’t just about your head injury; it's something more. 

“You don’t have to do all that just because your friends have done it,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “You do it when you’re ready.” 

His words hit home, and you feel a wave of realization. The thrill and the pressure you’ve felt earlier are starting to clash with a deeper understanding of what you really want. 

You may be naïve and know little about this intimate stuff, but you're also the one who knows you best, and you know what you want—you want this. 

“I’m doing this for me. I want it. I'm ready," you unequivocally say, full of conviction. 

Felix’s expression softens, but doubts linger in his eyes. “I think you know what kind of guy I am. I don’t do relationships. I… casually date. I’m not a good guy.” 

You can’t help but smile at that, shaking your head in disagreement at his last statement. “You insisted on taking me to the hospital, waited until I got treated, and then made sure I got home safely. If that’s not a good guy, I don’t know what is,” you lay out all the facts on why he isn't what he says he is. 

He sighs, clearly conflicted, running his hand through his long, bleached hair. “I’m just not sure if you really want to do this… with me.” 

“I want to do this with you," you say without the slightest doubt. 

There's a reason why he's here when he had his chances to walk out of this situation. He could have ditched you back there in the club, in the dark alley, or at the hospital. He could have gotten into that taxi and gone home, but instead, he chose to come in here. 

Felix is quiet again, his eyes locked on yours as he considers what you said. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he lets out a sigh, letting the last bit of hesitation slip away from him. 

"We should go to your bedroom," he says, his voice low but confident. 

The excitement flares up in your chest, your heart racing as you rise from the sofa. This is it. The feeling you’ve been chasing all night—the sense of truly living, of stepping out of your comfort zone. You lead him to your bedroom, each step heavy with anticipation. 

When you open the door to your bedroom, you pause for a moment, suddenly feeling vulnerable. It’s strange—no one ever warns you how personal it feels to show someone your bedroom. It’s not just a room; it’s a reflection of you, of your habits, your life. You close the door behind you, your breath catching as Felix steps in and takes a quick look around. 

He glances over the shelves, where countless books are crammed into every available space. A small smile tugs at his lips, a look of slight amusement crossing his face as he takes it all in. It’s like he doesn’t expect this—your quiet, introverted world clashing with the chaotic energy of the night. 

But then his eyes land back on you, and your pulse quickens. You’re alone now, really alone, in the privacy of your bedroom, and the reality of it all settles over you. You can feel the weight of the moment, not knowing how to begin but wanting to. You step closer to him, hoping he’ll take the lead. 

Felix sits down on the edge of your bed, his eyes still on you. He pats the space beside him, an invitation, and you sit down next to him, nerves tingling under your skin. 

"You have a very interesting room," he says with a playful smile, but there’s no mockery in his tone—only genuine surprise. 

You shyly chuckle, your hands fidgeting in your lap. "Yeah, I’m… very aware." 

He turns to you, his gaze softening. He’s studying you, taking you in, and when he looks into your eyes, you feel like he’s seeing something deeper. Then, as if realizing something, his brow furrows slightly. 

“Can I take them off?" he asks, nodding toward your glasses. "Will you still be able to see without them?” 

“I’m nearsighted, so yeah,” you confirm, your hand halfway to your face to take them off, but Felix gets ahead, gently removing them for you. Then he places them carefully on your bedside table. 

The world around you becomes a soft blur, but Felix… Felix is in perfect focus. He’s all you can see. His delicate features stand out, his warm brown eyes locking onto yours, his freckles like tiny constellations dusting his cheeks and nose. It’s like he’s become the center of your universe, and nothing else matters in that moment. 

You get a little overwhelmed as you take him in—his beauty so striking, so close, making your heart beat out of your chest. You wonder if he can hear it too. 

"Can I take your hair down?" Felix asks, his voice soft but deliberate. 

Unable to provide a verbal answer, you nod. His hand is quick to reach behind your head, releasing your hair from the tie, and you feel an unexpected wave of relaxation wash over you, like the tension you’d been carrying all night had been held there, in your hair. 

Felix’s fingers move through the strands gently, combing through them, letting the ends slip through his fingers. The tattoos on his hand catch your attention, and as his sleeve rides up, you notice even more ink snaking up his arm. 

"How many tattoos do you have?" you ask, unable to hide your curiosity. 

"I stopped counting a long time ago," Felix chuckles, a lightness in his voice that makes you smile. 

He notices your lingering gaze on his tattoos, and without hesitation, he starts unbuttoning the cuff of his shirt. He lets the fabric fall back, giving you a clearer view of the designs that cover his skin. The sight of his muscles beneath the inked patterns, the veins trailing down his arm, captivates you. 

"Is it okay if I touch you?" you ask, your voice quiet, unsure if it’s too bold. 

"You can touch me," he says with an encouraging smile, "anywhere." 

The last word unexpectedly provokes you; it was just a word until Felix gives it a new meaning now, and it's been echoing in the back of your mind in his deep, low voice. Anywhere. 

With a tentative hand, you reach out, slowly rolling his sleeve up higher. The tattoos become more detailed—the lines and shading intricate—but what holds your attention is the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. The combination of the ink and the physicality of him makes you feel a strange sense of intimacy. Afraid that you're overstepping, you let the sleeve fall back and flash him a smile of gratitude.

“You know this will be easier if you sit closer,” Felix says, his tone suggestive but gentle. 

You shift closer, trying to keep your breath steady. The space between you shrinks, but the heat from his body seems to rise, making your heart race. 

"Closer," Felix murmurs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

You move another inch. 

"More," he says, his voice a bit firmer this time. 

You scoot a little more until finally, there’s no space left between you. Your body is pressed against his, and the warmth from him feels overwhelming, your skin tingling from the proximity. 

"I think you should put your hand around my neck," Felix suggests, his voice a low rumble. 

"Are you sure?" you ask, still worried about overstepping. 

"Of course," he reassures you, guiding your hand up to his shoulder. 

From there, you let it drift to the back of his neck, feeling the strong line of muscle beneath your palm. 

The two of you are incredibly close; you can feel his breath brushing against your cheek. As if the proximity isn't enough, his hand cups your jaw, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. 

It doesn't take a genius to know what comes next; you can feel it coming as the tension intensifies with each passing second. 

"I'm not a good kisser," you blurt out, your insecurities successfully breaking through the haze of the moment. 

"You did just fine earlier," he says, watching as his thumb swipes across your lower lip. 

You try to argue, but before you can say another word, Felix presses a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving a searing warmth behind. 

"Stop thinking and just..." he trails off, kissing just beneath your eye, sending a shock of sensation through you, "… do it." 

Before you can process his words, his lips find yours. The kiss is electric and powerful, wiping away every doubt and insecurity. The world narrows down to the feeling of his mouth on yours, the sound of your breath mingling in the quiet of your bedroom. 

Felix pulls away just enough for you to catch your breath, his hand moving to brush your hair to the side. He does it carefully to avoid accidentally touching the bandaged wound on your forehead. 

"Now," he says, voice deep with desire, "we’re going to put in a little tongue." 

Dazed and a little disoriented from the kiss, you nod, your brain unable to compute a word. 

He kisses you again, this time slower, more deliberate, teasing you with his tongue as it slides across your lips. It’s sensual and intimate, and when you let him in, the kiss deepens, and you try your best to move in sync with him. 

When Felix pulls away, he’s grinning, looking impressed. "See? You’re a natural." 

Flustered, you look down, but he isn’t having it. He wants your eyes, your full attention on him, so he puts his hand under your chin, gently angling your face back toward his. 

Not giving you a moment to think, he plants a kiss on your lips again—gently, but there’s intensity to it, a sense of hunger that needs to be satisfied. 

At the same time, his other hand travels down to your back, tracing down your spine before he withdraws it back to your front, reaching for the button of your dress. 

You've been handling it well so far, but when he touches you there, it triggers the alarm bells in your head. You try to convince yourself that it's okay; you trust Felix, and he's not going to harm you, but your body abruptly freezes, and you stiffen against him. 

Felix notices immediately and takes his hands off of you, concern painted on his small face. 

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks softly, not wanting to alarm you further. 

First, it was Rex’s birthday party, and not long after that, you did it again by bumping your head during a makeout session in the dark alley, and now this. You sigh and look down at your lap, wondering why you keep sabotaging your life like this. 

"I’m sorry, I just... I–I wasn’t ready for that," you meekly say, looking down at your lap, feeling embarrassed. 

"That’s okay," he says with a soothing voice. "I’d rather you tell me when you’re uncomfortable." 

Anyone else might have been annoyed or disappointed, but Felix—he’s patient, gentle, and very understanding. You feel a rush of gratitude for him. 

"Okay," you murmur, nodding. 

"Or you can just slap me next time," he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

Slapping his face would feel like vandalizing the Mona Lisa, so you shake your head in strong disagreement while softly laughing, "No. I wouldn’t do that." 

Thanks to you freaking out without reason, you have to start all over again, and you can only hope that Felix has some patience left for you. 

You watch as he glances toward your bedside table, eyeing the small stack of books. "Are these the ones you’re reading?" 

"Yeah," you reply, your smile returning. 

"You’re telling me you’re reading five books at once?" he asks. His tattooed fingers trail along the spines as he reads the titles under his breath. 

"Three are for school," you say, chuckling, "but the other two are for fun." 

"Oh, so you do know how to have fun," he teases you with a charming smile that makes his eyes lively. 

You know he's trying to lighten the mood, and you feel thankful that he indeed still has some patience left in him. 

Felix picks up the smallest one from the top of the stack and flips through the pages. "Poetry," he remarks. 

"Yeah," you nod, feeling a bit shy. 

He looks at you with something new in his eyes. "Would you read me one?" 

"A poem?" you stammer. 

"No, the index page," he teases you yet again. 

You laugh, feeling a bit silly for asking, and then take the book from him. You open it, easily finding the page you marked as your favorite poem. 

"Okay... I’ll try," you say as you clear your throat.

Your fingers nervously brush the edges of the page, eyes glancing at the words, but you’re aware of Felix’s gaze on you. His presence is overwhelming—his closeness, the subtle intensity in his expression. 

Despite everything, you begin reading, your voice low and a little shaky. 

"Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near." 

Felix leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. His hand moves to the back of your neck, brushing the loose strands of your hair away. 

You pause, feeling the pressure of his nearness, but he nudges you gently. 

"Keep reading," he whispers against your skin, the warmth of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

You swallow, forcing yourself to focus. Your voice is a little shaky as you continue. 

"Your slightest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers; you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens—" 

Felix’s lips press softly against the corner of your mouth just as your voice falters. You draw in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but his kiss lingers, feather-light and teasing. 

You glance at him, the lines of the poem slipping from your mind. 

"Go on," he murmurs, his mouth now brushing your jawline. His hand slips to your waist, holding you in place as if keeping you tethered to the moment. 

"I... I—" you stammer, your focus crumbling under his touch, his lips trailing a path down to your neck. You grip the book tighter, trying to maintain the thread of the poem, your voice coming out as a breathy whisper: "you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose—" 

Felix presses another kiss just below your ear, making your breath hitch. He’s being gentle but deliberate, his lips grazing your skin with an intention that makes it almost impossible to concentrate. 

Your heart bursts, the words on the page becoming blurry. "Felix..." you murmur, caught between the poem and the sensation of his kisses. 

"Don’t stop," he whispers again, this time against the curve of your neck, sending a rush of warmth through you. "I want to hear the rest." 

Your voice quivers as you try to continue, the lines of the poem mixing with the feeling of his lips. 

"Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending—" 

His kisses grow slower, more languid, as if savoring every inch of your skin. Each one draws you further away from the poem, your pulse quickening under his touch. He pulls back just slightly, and his eyes meet yours, his gaze heavy with desire, but still, he urges you on. 

"Finish it," he says softly, his thumb tracing your lower lip as he holds your gaze. 

You exhale shakily, barely able to focus anymore, but you try.

"Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility..." 

Before you can finish the last line, Felix’s lips capture yours, cutting off the rest of the poem. His kiss is deeper this time, not asking for permission but claiming the moment as his own. The book slips from your hand, forgotten, as you lean into him, your breath mingling with his. 

The poetry becomes a distant memory as his kisses consume you, every touch drawing you further into him. And for the first time, you don’t feel the need to pull back or hesitate. You melt into the moment, into him, as the poem fades into the background, replaced by the quiet intensity of Felix’s lips on yours. 

The poem may be incomplete, but the moment is whole. 

-

Felix watches as you fumble with the edges of the poetry book, your nervousness plain in the way your fingers tremble. He can sense how hard you’re trying to focus, trying to find your voice in the moment.

There’s a certain charm in how unsure you are, the way your eyes keep darting up to him, like you’re looking for some kind of permission. But he knows you don’t need it. You want this—he can feel it in the air between you.

When you finally start to read, your voice is soft, hesitant.

“Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence...”

Felix can barely concentrate on the words. It’s your voice—that shaky, uncertain quality—that pulls him in, and you’re so close. He leans in, pressing the warmth of his lips against your cheek, testing, teasing. He feels the way you stiffen, your breath catching. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but the urge to touch you, to close that gap, is too strong.

"Keep reading," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin, barely above a whisper. He feels your pulse quicken beneath his touch.

You take a deep breath and continue, your voice even softer now, trying to hold it together.

"Your slightest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers..."

As your voice trails off again, Felix can't resist. His lips graze the corner of your mouth, light and fleeting. He watches your eyes flutter, sees the way you're barely hanging onto the thread of the poem, and it makes him smile inwardly. He pulls back just enough to see the heat in your cheeks, the uncertainty fighting with desire in your eyes.

"Go on," he urges, this time pressing his lips to the soft skin just beneath your jawline. His hand slips to your waist, fingers curling lightly around you, holding you steady, grounding you as he teases.

"I–I..." Your voice falters completely as his lips trail lower, brushing the sensitive spot near your neck.

He loves the way you stammer, the way your breath comes in shallow gasps.

"You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens—"

Felix hears your voice waver again, and he chuckles softly against your neck. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The poem doesn’t stand a chance against his kisses, but he likes this game, this slow unraveling of your composure.

"Felix..." you murmur, barely able to hold onto the words.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath warm against your ear. "Don’t stop." His voice is low, coaxing, as he brushes another kiss just below your ear. "I want to hear the rest."

You try—he can see you trying—but the way you tremble beneath his touch makes it almost impossible for you to concentrate. He watches you struggle, a mix of amusement and desire in his gaze as you fight to continue.

"...Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully..."

Felix’s lips move slowly across your skin, savoring every inch. He can feel the tension in you, the way you’re holding onto control by a thread. But then, something shifts. He presses one last kiss to your neck, soft and lingering, and watches as your resolve crumbles. The book slips from your hands, your breath hitching in your chest.

“Finish it,” Felix whispers, his thumb grazing your lower lip. He can see the words have all but left you, but he waits, eyes fixed on your trembling lips.

"...The power of your intense fragility..."

Before you can finish the line, Felix presses his lips to yours. The words are lost as he kisses you, claiming the moment. There’s no hesitation in the way your body responds, melting into him as if you’ve been waiting for this all night. The book falls from your hands, forgotten, as his hands move to pull you closer.

He feels the way you surrender to the kiss, how every bit of uncertainty you held before dissolves. His kiss deepens, slow but deliberate, until he pulls back just enough to look at you, lips still close, your breaths mingling.

Felix takes a quick check to see if you're comfortable enough to continue, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he leans his forehead against yours. He can feel the way you’re still caught in the moment, still wanting more.

His hand slides down to your shoulder, tracing the curve of your spine. He brushes your hair to the side, kissing you again—slower this time, deeper. The way you respond, your lips meeting his with growing confidence, only pulls him in more.

Felix takes your hand and gently places it on his chest. He feels the way your hand stays immobile for a moment, but then it starts to move, roaming curiously over his body. Your touch is tentative but warm, and soon enough, your fingers tug at the opening of his shirt, revealing a peek of inked skin underneath. Felix notices the way your curiosity lights up your face. “Do you want to see the rest of my tattoos?”

You hesitate, biting your lip as you think about it, unsure if you should say yes. To avoid letting him hear how eager you are, you nod instead.

“But you have to help me with the buttons,” he says, glancing down at his shirt.

It’s a subtle invitation, but the way he says it makes you feel like you’re in control. You start undoing the buttons, one by one, your fingers working carefully, as if each button is a gateway to something unknown. When you finish, you stop, leaving the fabric still draped across his chest. There’s a moment of hesitation, as if parting the shirt will reveal something too intimate, something more than just skin.

Felix senses your nerves, so he does the rest; he shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, revealing the ink that covers his chest and arms. Normally, he’s confident about his body, but under your gaze, he feels a flicker of vulnerability. You’re studying him, and he can feel the weight of it, like you’re looking past the surface.

“It’s all over you,” you mutter in awe.

One, in particular, seems to draw your attention—the dragon on his ribcage. Felix notices the way your hand lingers there, eyes fixed on the intricate design. He smiles softly, taking your hand and pressing it gently against the dragon.

“Here... feel it,” he says, guiding your touch.

Your fingers trace the lines of the tattoo, feather-light and full of wonder. Every slight graze of your fingertips sends a rush through him, and the way you’re touching him so delicately is like you’re trying to memorize the feel of each tattoo.

“Do you like it?” he asks, his voice soft but laced with curiosity.

“I had no idea I liked tattoos until now,” you innocently answer.

There's something so honest in your words, and Felix can’t help but smile, feeling the tension between you shift into something deeper, more intimate. He watches you as your fingers continue to explore, and for the first time in a long while, he feels a kind of peace in this closeness, like it’s more than just physical. There’s something in the way you touch him, like you’re seeing him for the first time—not just his body, but all the stories inked into his skin.

Then you take your hand back and fidget in your seat. You open your mouth, but no words come out. After a while, you ask, “Should I undress?”

“Only if you want to,” he says, not wanting to pressure you and also trying to make it clear that this is on your terms.

With a shy nod, you start moving, fingers flying to the buttons of your dress, fumbling a little in your nervousness. Felix notices and, sensing your discomfort, turns his head away, giving you the privacy you need. He helps by dimming the lights on your bedside lamp, knowing that a girl like you prefers the softer glow to ease the tension. Now, the room is bathed in a quiet, warm light, making everything feel more intimate, more comfortable.

“Do you need help?” he offers after a moment, his back still to you.

“I’m done anyway,” you respond, your voice softer now.

Felix hears the faint sound of your dress hitting the floor, and he inhales, preparing himself for what he's going to see. He turns his head slowly, careful not to look directly at you until he’s sure you’re comfortable. His eyes first meet yours, searching for any sign that you’re nervous, that you want him to stop, but you hold his gaze, and that’s all the permission he needs. His eyes travel down, finally taking in the sight of you.

The first thing that catches his attention is the unexpected—the matching silk and lace set you’re wearing, soft and delicate against your skin. It’s a contrast to the image he had in mind, and it takes his breath away. The colors, the fabric—it all highlights your natural beauty in a way that almost overwhelms him.

Beautiful. That’s the only word that comes to mind, but even that feels like it doesn’t do you justice. You’re beyond that. You’re captivating in a way that makes him hesitant to even touch you, as if the act itself would somehow break the spell between you.

“I want to touch you,” he admits, his voice trembling with restraint, overwhelmed by how much he desires you but not wanting to rush.

“Okay,” you say, so simply, so openly.

-

The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming. Felix is sitting there, shirtless, and the way he’s looking at you makes your skin tingle. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

After a while, you finally manage to speak. “Should I undress?”

Felix’s gaze is soft, his voice gentle when he responds, “Only if you want to.”

His words reassure you, but still, your hands tremble as you reach for the buttons on your dress. You fumble with them, nervous fingers struggling to move faster. Felix, sensing your discomfort, turns away, giving you a moment to compose yourself. It’s a small gesture, but it makes you feel better, like he understands without needing to be told.

You manage to undo the last button, letting the dress slip down your shoulders and fall to the floor with a soft thud. You glance at Felix, and he still isn’t looking. He’s turned the light down, creating a softer, warmer atmosphere that eases some of the tension in your chest. It’s as if he knows that you’d rather not be fully exposed in the harsh glow of bright light.

“Do you need help?” he asks, his voice careful, like he’s afraid of pushing you too far.

“I’m done anyway,” you reply, your voice shaky but steady enough.

Felix exhales, turning back to face you slowly, almost cautiously. He looks into your eyes first, making sure you’re okay before letting his gaze travel down. When his eyes finally take in the sight of you, you see something shift in him. His expression softens, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest, almost painfully so.

You weren’t sure what he’d expect to see, but the look on his face—like he’s in awe—makes you feel beautiful in a way you’ve never felt before. You're wearing your favorite matching set, silk and lace, in a color that contrasts perfectly with your skin. You chose it thinking you might need something that makes you feel confident, but now, under Felix’s gaze, you wonder if it was the right choice. But then you see the way he looks at you, like you’re something precious, and all your doubts melt away.

“I want to touch you,” Felix says softly, his voice trembling, almost as if he’s afraid to break the moment.

“Okay,” you answer, trying to sound calm even though your heart feels like it’s about to explode.

Felix doesn’t rush. His movements are slow, deliberate. He brushes your hair aside, his fingertips barely grazing your skin, but it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine. His knuckles trace down your chest, stopping at the center, right between your breasts. His hand rests flat there, and you feel the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin, the beat of your heart thudding loudly under his touch.

“You're so beautiful,” he softly murmurs as he looks into your eyes.

You can feel heat spreading across your face. You want to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. Instead, you just look down, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, by how gentle and caring he’s being.

Felix leans in, and when he kisses you, it’s not rushed. His lips are soft, and the kiss is gentle, as though he’s trying to coax you out of your shell. You kiss him back, a little more confidently this time, the warmth of his body pressing against yours making everything feel more natural.

The more time you spend with Felix, the more certain you feel that you’re in the right place, with the right person. His presence is calming, his touch patient and careful. Every kiss, every gentle brush of his hand against your skin reminds you that he’s giving you all the time in the world. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t push you beyond what you’re ready for, and that thought alone is enough to make your heart swell.

Felix holds back so much—it’s evident in the way he slows his movements, adjusting to your hesitance, waiting for you to catch up, to feel comfortable. You notice how he looks at you, always checking, always making sure you’re okay with what’s happening. He’s so understanding that you can feel your insecurities start to melt away, one by one, like the weight of them no longer matters in this space you’ve created together.

As the kissing becomes more intense, your breathing picks up, and the room feels warmer. You feel his strong yet gentle hand resting on your shoulder, his fingers playing with the strap of your bra, and you know what comes next.

This time, you decide to take the initiative and ask, “Do you want me to take these off?”

“If you allow me to,” he answers with a soft smile.

You’ve always known your body isn't the kind men fantasize about, or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. “They’re not—They’re not my best features,” you meekly admit.

Felix’s eyes don’t waver, and his smile turns into a playful smirk, one that both teases and comforts at the same time. “How can I know for sure when I haven’t seen them?”

You feel a smile tugging at your lips; he has a fair point, and you can’t argue with him when he looks at you like that—like he sees you, not just the parts you want to hide.

You nod, giving him permission, and lean forward slightly to make it easier for him to reach behind you. His fingers find the clasp of your bra almost immediately, without hassle.

The sound of it unclasping makes your breath hitch, anticipation swirling in the air between you, and then he pulls back just enough to let the bra fall away, his fingers gently sliding the straps down your shoulders. His movements are slow, with excitement simmering underneath, as if he’s unwrapping a precious gift.

And then, you’re bare in front of him, vulnerable in a way that sends a nervous thrill through you.

Felix doesn’t rush to fill the silence. He doesn’t gawk or make you feel exposed. Instead, he looks at you with a soft, quiet admiration that makes your heart flutter.

“They're perfect,” he says, and the sincerity in his praise makes your insecurities seem small, insignificant.

-

Felix's breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, bare in front of him. The soft curves of your chest stir something deep inside him, and for a moment, he has to hold back from letting his hands act purely on impulse. He swallows hard, trying to keep his cool, even though the urge to touch you is overwhelming.

“They’re perfect,” he says softly, his voice rougher than he intended. He means it. It’s not about size or shape—he just likes seeing you, just like this.

If he's being honest, you’re not what Felix thought he always wanted. But now, with you in front of him, he finds himself thinking that you’re more than enough—perfect, in fact.

He lets himself lose a bit of that self-control, his hand reaching out, grazing your skin before cupping your breast, his gentle yet curious fingers exploring the softness of your chest. They fit perfectly in his tattooed hands, and he feels heat rising in him.

“See? They’re perfect,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin as if to prove the point.

You remain quiet as he touches you, but your eyes go wide, lips parting slightly, and then, unexpectedly, you run your palms over your own breasts, fingers grazing your nipples with a restless, almost nervous motion.

The sight of you touching yourself, so innocently but also with that hidden desire, nearly drives him over the edge. He has to clench his jaw to stop himself from groaning aloud.

"Why are you looking at them like that?" you curiously ask in a shy voice.

“Like what?” he asks, his voice deep and low, almost a growl as he leans in closer, needing to hear you say it.

“Like you want t-to…” You hesitate, stumbling over your words.

“Lick them? Suck them?” he finishes the sentence for you, the words falling from his lips with an intensity that makes you look down at your lap, cheeks heated.

You nod, too shy to say it aloud.

Felix exhales slowly, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Come here!” his voice is rough, almost commanding as he gestures for you to sit on his lap.

Biting your lip, you crawl onto him and sit right on his lap.. You freeze for a moment, probably feeling his hard flesh prodding under you.

"You can ignore that," he tells you, at least for now, but he knows both of you can’t ignore that for long.

Somehow, that thought worries him, and he expected you to sit stiff as a board on his lap, but you immediately settle in close, and when he puts his arm around you, you let out a ragged sigh, instantly melting into him.

Fuck, you're so close, especially that part of you, hanging so close to his mouth. He gulps air and reminds himself to take things slowly. This is about you, not him.

You put your hand under his arm and grasp at his back, your hard nipples grazing his chest in the process, and Felix can’t resist cupping your breasts and rubbing his fingers over them.

Soon, your body softens around him, but his hands grow rough as he touches you, molding you to him as he claims your mouth. The kiss is a savage thing of teeth and tongues, but there’s no hint of protest from you. Instead, you match his roughness for roughness, kissing him back until you run out of breath.

As you come up for air, he covers your nipple with his mouth and sucks hard. He pulls you close so he can do the same with the other one; this time, he has your nipple rolling on his tongue. Oh, he can do it all night, just playing with your soft mounds.

Your fingers make their way through his hair, tugging at it as you arch your back with unconscious demand. It's apparent that you love this, losing your mind over his touches.

Felix lets go of your breast, then drags his lips upward, climbing the column of your throat until they find yours, kissing your mouth with such intensity that it causes you to sharply inhale air.

As he's kissing you, his hands refuse to remain idle. He cups your breasts, stroking the buds until they ache and pinches them, sending a burst of sensation straight to your core. With caution, he takes it to the next level, shifting his focus to another sensitive part of you. He's smoothing a hand over your stomach, and he can feel your muscles clench. Cautiously, he slides a hand up your inner thigh.

“I want to touch you here,” he says while gently palming your sex with a bold grasp, and the heat of his touch spreads through the fabric of your panties, searing hot.

Your hand immediately flies to grip his wrist, intending to pull him away, but your hand stays there; if anything, you pull it back and let it rest on his inked forearm.

“Is that permission?” he whispers into your ear.

He sees the conflict in your eyes. He guesses the reason you hesitate is that this is new to you, and you don't know how to handle this side of yourself. After a while, your body wins over your hesitant mind as your hips arch against his hand, asking him to continue, asking him for more.

He pushes your underwear to the side, and as he kisses your neck, his fingers trace your bundle of nerves, circling it, then applying the gentlest of pressure to test whether you like it or not.

A low moan slips out of you, and he can feel you tugging at his hair, hard.

"Do you want me to keep my hand there?" he asks as he looks into your dazed eyes.

You innocently nod.

"All right. I'll do that," he says with a hasty kiss on your lips. He continues by tracing your slick entrance with his fingertips, touching you there lightly, trailing around and around in dizzying circles.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, barely audible.

Still unable to give him a verbal answer, you nod again.

He aims his parted mouth toward your neck and purposely scrapes his teeth against your skin before he licks and kisses you there, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin.

"Will you let me get inside?" he asks for permission as his fingers tease your entrance.

It's obvious that you want it from the way you're arching your hips against his hand, but he doesn't want to risk losing you to the nerves again; he needs to hear you say it this time.

"Yes," you breathlessly say with a small nod.

With your consent given, his fingers search through your folds, coating them with your essence, and he lingers around your entrance for a little while before pushing one finger into you.

He feels your sharp intake of air as your head rests so close to his, your teeth faintly biting your lower lip to muffle the noises you make.

Felix gives you time to adjust before adding another digit. Two fingers are inside you now, pumping them, and he curls them, finding that spot that makes you...

"Oh!" you gasp, your hand grasping at the end of his hair like it gives you a lifeline. Your legs tremble, causing you to lose your balance, and you almost topple back, but Felix is quick to grip your waist to keep you steady.

The whole thing is so cute. Felix rubs his lips to hide a grin as you steady yourself on his lap and fold your hands in your lap. He knows that if he continues, you’d likely fall to the floor. You're the kind of girl who gets weak when you get hot, and don’t get him wrong; he loves that. If anything, it makes every bit of effort it has taken to get past your guard worth it.

"It's better if we lay down," he suggests as he removes the strand of hair caught between your lips.

"Okay," you say, your voice small and filled with obedience.

Once you get off his lap, Felix takes the lead again. He stretches out near the center of the bed, propping himself up on an elbow, and pats the space next to him. No moment of hesitation this time, you crawl across the bed and lay down next to him.

Felix leans over you and kisses you, starting right back at the beginning with innocent brushes of both of your lips and teasing licks before taking your mouth once again. He wouldn't say you're that great of a kisser, but it's entertaining feeling you learn. You may lack in skill, but you make up for it with your eagerness.

He puts your hand on his bare chest, letting you roam free from there; he needs you to feel him too, how his body heats all over from his desire for you. You drag your hand down his chest, fingers trailing the hard ridges of his abs, and then you keep heading down south, meeting the waistband of his jeans.

Felix is unprepared when your hand suddenly goes to his crotch and strokes over the fly of his pants. Pleasure courses through him, and his cock jumps in excitement, a hoarse groan slipping out of his parted mouth.

He remains calm even though you've just awakened a part of him that he wants to keep tamed, for now. He notices the curious hand and then the curious eyes.

"Want to touch it?" he offers, his eyes half shut, heavy with lust.

"Can I?" you ask back instead of answering.

It's about time to set it free anyway; his jeans have been tightening around the crotch for quite some time. He unzips the fly open, then tugs at the waistband of his jeans and pulls it low enough to let his swollen member out of its confines.

Your hand lingers on his abdomen, hesitating to put your hand on the thing you're curious about.

He takes your hand, puts it on his cock, and then makes you close your fingers around it. The sight of your soft, delicate hand wrapped around his cock makes his heart thrumming inside his chest.

"This is my cock," he says, trying to keep his voice calm.

He guides you to stroke your hand on it, pumping it up and down his length, showing you the pace he prefers: slow but steady. "I want you to tell me when you want it."

You swallow air and look down to see that he's no longer guiding you; you're stroking his cock on your own, and he must say, you're doing so good at it.

He returns the favor by reaching down between your legs, touching you there again. His fingers meet your wetness, hot and slippery, tantalizing him.

After a moment, he decides to hover above you, letting go of your lips to start making a trail of kisses down your front. Your chest is heaving as he gets closer to your core, but he does the unexpected by detaching his mouth.

"Do you mind if I take this off?" he asks, fingers tugging at the elastic band of your underwear.

You lick your swollen lips and lowly mutter, "No."

He flashes you a soft smile before doing what he asked. His palm scrapes up the outside of your leg as he pulls your underwear down. You help by lifting your hips to make it easier for him to take it off.

Felix stands at the end of the bed with your underwear in his hand. He lets you watch as he takes a long sniff of it; you smell so heavenly that he wants this smell all over him. But first, he has to make it fair. He takes his jeans off along with his underwear, exposing his naked body in all its glory for you—just for you.

In return, he gets to see all of you, your body wrapped in miles and miles of soft skin. His eyes feast on every part of you, but you cross your thighs together, blocking him from seeing the thing that tantalized him all night.

He runs his tattooed hands down your legs, offering you his warmth and comfort as a way to assure you that he wants nothing but to make you feel good. When he deems you're relaxed enough, he parts your legs open, and his eyes widen as if he sees something that goes beyond what his brain can comprehend.

"You're so wet for me," he says, swallowing air as the sight suddenly makes his throat dry.

Felix satisfies his need by taking a closer look at it, his eyes darkened and fixated on the thing that endlessly tantalizes him. He licks his lips in reaction to the overwhelming urge to taste you.

He uses his thumb to circle your clit, which engorges with every motion. "It wants my mouth so badly," he tells you, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

Felix presses his cheek to your inner thigh and, ever so softly, places a long kiss on the skin. It's close to where he wants to be but not enough. His need grows desperate.

"Put us both out of our misery and let me taste you."

-

Felix is perfect. He stands there like carved stone, but his skin is smooth and hot to the touch, firm but giving, alive. His muscles hunch and shift as he moves, and the dragon tattoo winks at you as he steps out of his pants; the motion alone is so sexy. 

This is Felix in all of his naked glory. He is perfection, even that part of him—gosh, especially that part of him. His erection demands your full attention, hard and veiny, in flawless proportion to the rest of his beautiful body. You have never given a man oral sex before, but your mouth waters at the sight of it. You want it. 

You can’t remember how to breathe as he puts his tattooed hands on you, rubbing them up and down the outside of your legs, making you tingle down there. You see how he quietly inhales air before parting your legs open and lets all the air out of his mouth as he shifts his eyes to see what's between your legs. 

It's the most private part of you, and you expect him to see it in disgust, but the way he looks at it... you see nothing but pure admiration. He puts his focus there, needing more time to process what he's seeing. 

"You're so wet for me," he says, barely audible as he holds his breath. 

He bends down close to your wet flesh, making your nervousness spike to heart-pounding levels, and his eyes never stray away from what he wants. Then his thumb meets the peak of your sex, gently rubbing it, and you quietly moan under your breath. 

"It wants my mouth so badly," he says, receiving your body's signals too well. 

The little kisses he places on your inner thighs feel soft, but you can see that it's not quite what he wants; he's so close to it, yet he handles his self-control really well. 

He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, they immediately find yours. Then he murmurs, "Put us both out of misery and let me taste you." 

It hits you now that he truly wants this, you. He likes what he sees, and his craving for your most private parts is real. It's dirty but highly erotic and exciting. You want to give it to him; you do, but you doubt that the reality will meet his expectations. 

“Will you be disappointed if I don’t like it and I don’t respond like other women?” you ask, feeling a little anxious, thinking that you’re about to ruin the moment. Again. 

“If you don’t like it, then we’ll move on,” he simply says, spreading your legs wider and then landing a gentle, closed-mouth kiss on your clit, catching you off guard. 

Your body stiffens for a second, not expecting that sensuous jolt, and then you relax in the next second. 

"Hate that?" he asks with wistful, downturned eyes. 

"I..." You still can't decide if you like it or not; you need more— 

Felix lands another kiss, followed by a slow tasting of his tongue on it. He hums his approval and covers your sex with his mouth, sucking with slight pressure as his tongue laps over your clit, repeatedly. 

Your mind shuts down; your body slowly goes limp as heat blooms inside you, and your face buries in the blanket as the pleasure intensifies. This feeling is new to you; your body is in a state of shock from the immense sensations, and you feel like you're about to cry when he abruptly stops. 

"You don't like it?" he asks after getting no answer from you. "Let me try it another way..." 

Felix pushes two fingers into you, and your eyes roll to the back as he begins a steady pace, combining it with his tongue flickering over your cunt, and somehow, you can’t stop your hips from rising to meet his thrusts. 

Oh God! You're riding his hand and smothering his face with your wet cunt. You tell yourself to stop, but you can't; you find your hands tangled in his long, bleached-blond hair instead. You're tightening around him, so wet now you can hear the slippery sounds every time he pumps his fingers into you. 

"I'll stop," Felix says as he licks his glistening wet lips, then rubs his tongue over you fast and hard, making you clench helplessly around his fingers. 

"Felix..." you breathlessly call his name. You can't believe how needy you sound—almost pathetic even. 

"One last taste..." Felix says before planting his mouth on you again. He sucks with perfect pressure, his tongue cleverly dragging out the pleasure to keep your release out of reach. He presses a parting kiss to your sex and lifts his head, stopping for real this time. 

"Yeah, you look ready now," he says it so low it's almost like a whisper. 

Truthfully, you've been ready for a while now, and you love the idea of demanding his... cock and him providing it; you just can’t get those words past your lips. 

Apparently, the look on your face tells it all. As he props a hand next to your waist, he looks at you and asks, "Do you want it?" 

You stifle a nod, and you're aware that's not enough to convey how much you want it. 

His hand reaches for the strand of hair covering your face and asks again, "Do you want it now?" 

Want, want, want. You eagerly respond in your head, but you force yourself to remain calm and say, "Yes." 

Felix nods and lands a kiss along your jaw, then drags his lips close to your ear. With a hoarse voice, he whispers, "I'll give it to you." 

His warm, soft yet firm body blankets yours as his lips bombard you with kisses, each kiss peeling away your senses along with your worries and insecurities; you eventually stop thinking altogether. 

"Excuse me for a second," he says with a kiss on your lips, getting off the bed to look for something on the bedroom floor. 

As Felix picks up his jeans from the floor, you watch the muscles on his back bunch and shift as he moves, admiring the twin indentations at the base of his spine. The view is nothing compared to when he turns around, showcasing his ethereal visuals and a godly figure of chiseled abs, not forgetting his cock in a size that demands your attention. 

He gets onto the bed, kneeling and using his teeth to tear through the foil packet to extract the condom. 

"Want to help me with it?" he offers, his eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room. 

You swallow air and say, "Yes." 

Your hands aren't steady, so you and he end up doing it together, and once you’re both done with it, he pulls you close. You shiver at the feel of your skin coming into contact; your nipples graze his chest, and his length burns against your lower belly. You suddenly feel very self-conscious. 

Felix runs his hands up and down your back as he angles his head, trying to catch your gaze but keeps failing. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” 

You look at the hollow in his collarbone and hunch your shoulders forward. "I feel—I feel naked." 

“We’re both naked," he states the obvious with a light smile. 

You don’t know how to explain that you’re not only feeling naked on the outside but also from the inside, and that if he looks into your eyes, he’d see all of you. No one wants to see that. This is supposed to be fun and educational, not soul-baring.

Felix flashes you a smile as he tilts your head by your chin, and you catch a glimpse of tender eyes before you close yours, knowing that he's about to kiss you. 

Soon, his warm lips brush over yours, tasting of him, you, and sex. His hands caress you, gently kneading the flesh of your waist before grabbing you by the thighs and hooking them around him. 

Slowly, he lowers you onto the bed and then covers your body with his. He places sweet little kisses on your jaw, your neck, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and eventually, your lips. 

“If you don’t like it, if something hurts... I want you to talk to me, okay?" 

As always, you give him a nod before saying the words, "Okay." 

"Okay," he repeats, then sweetly kisses your lips. "Now, can you turn over for me?" 

You obey him, turning over on the bed and lying on your stomach, taking in the sight of the rumpled pillows and wooden headboard. 

"Lift your waist for me, please?" he politely demands, and you do what he asks, lifting your waist off the bed as he slips a pillow underneath. 

It takes you a moment to understand what he's doing. In this position, he chooses not to let him see you, and at the same time, it makes you less self-conscious. 

"Is this better?" he asks as he places a hot kiss on the skin behind your ear. 

"Yes," you say, feeling comfortable already, but you don't think about how you can't see him and what he's going to do to you. 

A low sigh escapes your lips as his rough hand glides down your back and massages the flesh in voluptuous motions. His firm chest brushes against your shoulder blades as he props an arm on the bed next to you. 

You take a deep inhale as his hand reaches between your thighs, his fingers searching through your folds and sinking deep, pumping fresh essence out of you until it drips around them. As if that isn't enough, he teases your clitoris with gentle touches. 

"Felix..." you desperately call his name. 

"You're ready, mmh?" he asks, planting a soft kiss on the nape of your neck. 

Soon, his hard length prods at your entrance and pushes its way inside, painstakingly slow, as if he wants you to feel every inch of that delicious cock stretching you out. 

All this time, you thought sex was repulsive, uncomfortable and painful—something you kept avoiding because your past experiences validated those thoughts—until now. With Felix, you feel nothing but intensifying pleasure even after he is fully sheathed inside you. 

"Oh, you feel too good," he whispers into your ear with a low growl. 

His words make you feel all sorts of things, and you should say something about him too—how good he feels inside you, how he fills you perfectly. You try to speak like he’s asked you to, but all that comes out are gasps and sighs of pleasure. Instead, you try to communicate with your body, spreading your thighs wider for him and trying to match him thrust for thrust. 

His tattooed hand propped against the mattress captures yours, and he interlaces both of your fingers together. 

“Now, it's perfect," he whispers. 

For a timeless moment, you're hovering on the brink until orgasm crashes over you. He knows, but he relentlessly drives into you. You try to meet his thrusts, but you can’t quite match his strength and intensity. 

With your eyes closed, you dare to look over your shoulder, and he immediately captures your mouth, stroking his tongue deep into you. Before the last orgasm has finished, you feel another building. You're clenching hard, the tiny muscles fluttering around his cock. 

With a hoarse groan, Felix surges into you one last time, hard and shallow, sending you both to your highs. He rubs his lips against your jaw and neck, then lowers your shaking body to the bed. He holds you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you and drawing you even closer, holding you like his. 

With your eyes still shut, your fingers trail his forearm, feeling the defined muscle and the smooth skin—a combination that is utterly distracting. His scent, his warmth, and his solidness surround you, slowly lulling you into a dreamless sleep. 

Now, it's perfect, you say in your head.

-

Felix breathes in deeply, letting the warm, comforting scent of your space envelop him as he burrows into the sheets, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

Slowly, he pushes himself up from the bed, and your room looks slightly different basked in the morning sunlight. Like this, he can see the colors of the books on the shelf, the hats and scarves hanging on the bedroom door, and the succulents you keep on your windowsill. Under a different light, your room looks a lot more alive.

It's also illuminating the memories of last night—your shared laughter, the sweet sounds of pleasure that echoed around him, the rustles of the sheets as your naked bodies tangled under the duvet. A rush of warmth fills him at the recollection, but as he looks around, reality settles in: he is in your room, in your apartment, and he shouldn’t overstay his welcome.

Collecting his clothes from the floor, he dresses methodically, and once in a while, he can't help but glance back at the bed where you shared such an intimate night.

Once he's decent, he steps out of the bedroom, finding you right away in the kitchen. Your hair is in a messy bun, glasses perched slightly askew on your nose, and you're dressed in a simple white t-shirt and pajama pants. You are focused on reading something on your phone while quietly eating from a bowl.

“Morning,” he greets, his voice deeper in the morning air, startling you slightly.

“Morning,” you reply, a soft smile lighting up your face.

As he continues buttoning his shirt, he slides onto a vacant stool at the small dining table.

“Orange juice?” you offer, “or do you prefer coffee?”

“Not a coffee person,” he honestly replies, and you immediately pour him a glass of orange juice, your movements easy and familiar.

You turn around to put the carton of juice back into the fridge and come back with a plate of breakfast for him, serving it in front of him.

“I don’t know what you like for breakfast, but this is what I usually cook for my roommate,” you say, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs and toast toward him.

“Wow! Thank you,” he says in utter gratitude.

Felix can’t recall the last time he enjoyed a nice breakfast with the person he had a one-night stand with; usually, he’d be gone before his partner even woke.

He glances toward the door of your roommate’s bedroom, wondering if she's inside.

“The birthday girl isn’t home yet?” he asks as he lifts his fork.

“She’s probably staying over at one of her friends,” you reply, your tone casual, suggesting you are used to this arrangement.

Felix finds it convenient this way. He enjoys the intimacy of just the two of you in the calm of the morning. The presence of another person would only ruin that.

“Is that what you usually have for breakfast?” he asks, peeking into your bowl, which contains slices of fruit, granola, and yogurt.

“Yes,” you answer with a small smile.

“Ah, that explains…” he absentmindedly says, not realizing the implications of his words until you catch his gaze.

“Explain what?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“Uh... that explains why you’re so smart,” he lies with a casual smile, hoping to brush off any suspicion.

The truth is, your diet explains why you smell and taste so good; the thought makes him bite back a smile, recalling the events of last night.

"Oh..." your reaction is a mix of surprise and gratitude, but he's still unsure if you understand the meaning behind his words. If you do, just know that it's a compliment.

After breakfast, Felix uses your bathroom for a quick wash-up and retrieves his jacket from the sofa. He adjusts his shirt before putting it on, realizing the time has come to leave, even though he wants to stay longer.

With heavy steps, he approaches you as you stand by the door, sensing the moment is drawing to a close.

Your eyes are on him, but your hands are clasped behind your back, your eyes shimmering with a different kind of light than when he first met you. They seem more alive now, filled with warmth.

“I want to thank you for last night,” you say, a smile creeping onto your face as the memory flashes through your head as it does for him.

“No need to thank me,” he replies. He refuses to accept your thanks when you're not the only one gaining something from last night.

“We had fun last night,” he remarks, not fully realizing he is speaking for both of you.

“I mean, I don’t know about you, but I had fun last night,” he corrects himself with an awkward laugh, pressing a hand to the pulse point on his neck out of nervousness.

“I had— I had fun last night,” you shyly remark, looking away for a second to compose yourself before looking back at him, a shy smile still lingering.

“That's good to know,” he replies, catching your shyness as it creeps into his demeanor.

A moment passes in silence as you look at each other. He has so many things to say, but no words are spoken. He can see that you're struggling to fathom your thoughts into words too.

“Felix,” you call in a different tone from the way you called him last night, yet it makes his heart flutter the same.

“Yes?” he answers, his heart beating in anticipation.

You open your mouth, but no words come out, then close it again, thinking hard about whether to say it or not.

“You can talk to me,” he assures you, his hand flying to your elbow and gently holding it.

Taking a deep breath, you finally close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a quick, unexpected kiss.

The surprise electrifies him, but the briefness leaves him wanting more. He quickly decides it's best to ask for forgiveness later rather than permission. He cups your jaw and leans in for a proper kiss; eventually, his lips meet yours in a kiss that means so much more than that: it's a tender connection that feels just right.

As much as he likes it, he knows he has to let go eventually. He slowly pulls away, only to see a smile blooming on your face, and his lips reflexively follow suit, smiling back at you.

“I hope that’s okay,” he murmurs, but he knows he's not sorry at all for what he did.

You nod, your smile shy yet genuine. "That’s—”

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Rex stumbles in, making a ruckus with her arrival as the keys jangle in her hand and her shoes drop onto the floor, oblivious to the intimate moment unfolding between you two.

“Oh?” she gasps, stopping in her tracks when she finally notices the two of you. Her eyes glance between you and Felix.

“Oh!!!” she exclaims again when she recognizes Felix as the guy you kissed for a dare last night.

Realizing she's interrupted something private, she hurriedly clutches her purse close to her chest and dashes into her bedroom, shouting, “I’m not here!”

The moment is shattered nonetheless, and Felix knows he can't stay here for as long as he wants, not when your roommate is now present.

“I'd better go,” he says, even though he hasn’t planned anything beyond that.

“Okay,” you say in a way that makes you sound defeated.

“Okay,” Felix repeats, hoping you would say something to extend the moment just a bit longer.

But good things often come to an end. Felix shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and takes a good look at you one last time, imprinting it in the back of his mind.

“It was nice to meet you,” he earnestly says with one hand on the doorknob.

“Me too,” you reply, your smile soft and genuine, lingering in his thoughts even as he steps out of your life.

At least, for now.

-

Here you are again, surrounded by the pulsing energy of the club with Rex and her friends. You’re still the same shy, nerdy girl, yet somehow, you handle the scene better now. It's a familiar chaos, except that tonight, it's harder to ignore Felix’s absence.

Noticing that you're not having fun like everyone else, Rex leans in closer to talk against the loud music playing in the club.

“Are you disappointed that he’s not here?” she asks, her alcohol-tinted breath brushing your ear.

“Why should I be disappointed?” You scoff, trying to mask the truth. But deep down, you are counting every second since you walked in without seeing him.

“You think I didn't know that you’ve been secretly watching the door?" Rex chuckles, almost spitting her drink. "Or the way you get a little excited whenever you spot a blonde guy?"

Guilty as charged. You are caught, but admitting it feels like opening a wound. You tried not to dwell on it, convincing yourself it was just a one-night stand and these feelings... they'll eventually fade, right?

“Don’t worry,” Rex says as she gently squeezes your knee. “He’s probably still on the way.”

“He didn’t even ask for my number, Rex,” you confess, finally voicing the disappointment that has been gnawing at you ever since that day.

“Then fuck him!” she exclaims, fierce as always. “There are plenty of cute guys, and I'm sure we can find one tonight.”

"No, thank you," you flatly reject the offer.

"Why not?" Rex asks, her eyes studying you.

You scoff again, but inside, the truth lingers: you're still hung up on him.

“Because you’ve already drunk too much," you choose to lie instead, taking her drink from her hand.

Suddenly, someone enters the booth, and you recognize him instantly, even with his bleached hair slicked back. Your heart leaps at the sight of Felix. He looks just as perfect as you remember, but doubt creeps in. Does he remember that night as vividly as you do?

He stands across the table, drink in hand, smiling at you, but you manage a polite smile back, not wanting to set yourself up for another disappointment.

“How about a round of ‘Never Have I Ever’?” he suggests out of the blue, his deep voice drawing everyone’s attention.

"Yes, let's do that!" Rex enthusiastically responds while raising her drink higher in front of her.

Felix trails the rim of his glass with his tattooed finger as he thinks of something, and a while later, his eyes fiercely stare at you with a sly smile dancing on his face.

“Never have I ever... made out with a guy in a dark alley, bumped my head on a crate, gotten three stitches, and still proceeded to give him a night he can’t forget?”

A rush of warmth washes over you, either from his eyes that don’t stray away from yours even for a second or the fact that he still remembers everything. You smile nonetheless, feeling the flutter in your chest returning.

Everyone goes silent, glancing around, unsure who might have done that, except for Rex, who squeals next to you like a giddy child.

“I have,” you confidently say, out loud with a proud smile.

You take the drink from Rex’s hand and drink it in one go, wincing at the bitter aftertaste but recovering quickly.

You daringly stare back into his eyes as you take the next turn. “Never have I ever regretted not asking someone for their number?”

“I have,” he replies without missing a beat and downs his shot in one gulp.

Felix places the empty glass on the table, walks over to you, and holds his hand out to you. “Now, I dare you to come with me.”

It isn't a dare when it's exactly what you want; it's a wish come true. You take his inked hand, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin, and let him lead you away from the table and into the night.

In the dark alley where it all started, Felix pulls you close until your bodies collide, wrapping his arms around you. Impatiently, he kisses you hard and deep, full of longing.

The kiss is intoxicating, even better than you remember, and as he steers you away from the crates lining the alley to avoid any mishaps, you softly laugh.

Felix leans his back against the brick wall and holds you close, his face lingering only inches away from yours, breath mingling in the cool night air.

“Let’s avoid visiting the hospital tonight,” he playfully says.

In that dark alley, with the world falling away around you, you realize you don’t want this to ever end. You lean in, capturing his lips once more, and you melt into the kiss, bracing yourself for what you're about to ask and the answer you'll get.

“So, what now?” you ask, your fingers caressing his cheek, tracing the contours of his face.

“We can start by finishing the poem,” he says, a playful glint filling his eyes, reminding you of the lines you have barely gotten through that night.

You grin as the weight of the time you spent worrying about not seeing him again lifts off your shoulders. “Okay, but I think I need a new beginning for this one.”

This time, you know what you want, and what you want is more nights like this, more moments, and more of whatever this is between you and him, and that’s the only dare you're doing tonight: to find out what that is.

-

“(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.”

-

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Surveying Spain: Working with Spanish Civil War Posters at NYU Libraries

Hi, my name is Mia Lindenburg. I am a graduate student undergoing NYU’s Dual Degree program, where I will get an MA in literature and an MLIS. This semester, I have been working with NYU’s Barbara Goldsmith Preservation & Conservation Department, mentored by Lindsey Tyne (Conservation Librarian), Laura McCann (Director of Preservation), Weatherly Stephan (Head of Archival Collections Management), and Felix Esquivel (Collections Manager, Special Collections), to survey the Spanish Civil War Poster Collection (ALBA.GRAPHICS.001). This internship has helped me to prepare for a future career in special collections libraries, where I will be required to work with delicate material similar to what I see in this collection. I am very thankful for this opportunity and how it has allowed me to delve deeper into archival work with a hands-on approach.

In addition to working with the Preservation department, I have been lucky enough to work with the Archival Collections Management (ACM) and Special Collections departments, allowing me to see the different perspectives of handling a large and often complicated collection. This blog post will demonstrate the different ways in which these departments added to my learning experience and show some of the special facets of working with this collection in particular.

BUILDING THE DATABASE

Before I began surveying this collection, I had to create an infrastructure that would allow me to compile the data I would be collecting. I used the software AirTable to build this database. First, I had to move the data that had already been collected into my table. This came from Archives Space (AS), an archives information management software used by NYU Libraries. This had much of the preliminary data I would need to fact-check against in the survey, such as poster locations. After I had brought the AS data into the table, I created fields that would duplicate the AS fields but with the descriptor (survey) to show any differences. Additionally, I made new fields for things we might want to consider, such as condition and size. 

UNIQUE POSTER FORMATS

“I tu? Que fas per la victoria?”

ALBA-ES 46, copy 4 “i tu?” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

The first set of posters that I want to discuss is ALBA-ES 45 and 46, also known as the two sides of “I tu? Que fas per la victoria?” a Catalan poster depicting a bloody soldier advocating for his audience to participate in the war, to support the cause. This collection has many copies, encapsulated (meaning this poster is inside a protective mylar sleeve) and unencapsulated, of this poster. The copies pictured below interest me because they were particularly delicate. You can tell from the photos that they were split into pieces, making flipping the posters to inspect the back difficult. These will need a lot of conservation work, although they may not be an immediate priority since so many copies are in fine condition.

ALBA-ES 45, copy 4 “i tu?” (Photos by: M. Lindenburg)

“Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes”

The poster “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes,” belongs to a series of posters collected at The Franklin Institute in Philadelphia as part of a circulating exhibit.

ALBA-ES 116, recto, “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

These interest me because of how they were mounted for the exhibition. Rather than encapsulating the posters or leaving them untouched, this exhibitor chose to attach muslin across the back and use cardboard and grommets to hang them.

ALBA-ES 116, verso, “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Annual Xmas Eve Ball

Poster ALBA-US-15, uses a mounting technique commonly used with posters associated with the Veterans of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade (VALB).

ALBA-US-15 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

It is mounted on a paperboard, which makes it somewhat heavy and unwieldy when grouped in folders. Take note of the headline of Zero Mostel, which shows the support the VALB received, even from celebrities.

THE INSCRIBED NAMES & WHO THEY WERE

Archie Brown is a signature I’ve encountered a lot in this collection.

ALBA-ES-8 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Brown was born in 1911 in Sioux City, Iowa. He was brought into the world of labor activism at an early age. 1934, he was arrested at a Young Communist League (YCL) event in San Pedro. But he continued with his activism despite this. In 1937, Brown got tuned into the struggles in Spain, particularly after his brother was recruited to the International Brigade. In San Francisco, Brown was denied a passport because of his radical reputation. So, he went to New York City and stowed away on a ship to France, where he would travel to Spain. He joined the forces of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade and, even after the war, continued to fight as a soldier and an activist.

Archie Brown, 1982 (Photo by: R. Bermack). Image Source.

Harry Hakam is an interesting character, partially because of his frequent correspondence with other members of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade.

ALBA-ES-77 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Hakam was born in Brooklyn in 1913. In February 1937, he sailed to France, arriving in Spain in March of the same year. He served primarily as a battalion runner, returning to the US in 1938. However, it’s his correspondence that makes him shine. His collection marker (Hakam) is found on many posters that share others’ names, meaning he likely sent these posters back and forth between fellow members.

Harry Hakam. Image Source.

We don’t have as much information on Al Erdberg, but we do know from the Harry Hakam Papers (ALBA.046) and the fact that Erdberg shows up in the Hakam posters that they had correspondence. Erdberg was likely part of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade or a state-side supporter. This would be an interesting figure to research further.

ALBA-ES-30 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

REHOUSING

A big problem I encountered when surveying these posters was with the housing rather than the posters themselves. Often, I encountered groups of ten or more posters in a folder, making the folder heavy and difficult to move. Further, if these posters are in mylar encapsulation, they become even heavier. To remedy this, the posters need to be rehoused into sturdier folders. I began some of this work with Laura McCann this semester, and the rehousing of the posters will continue through the summer. 

VELCRO STICKERS

Some of the posters I found had velcro stickers left on the mylar encapsulation. These are likely from previous exhibition techniques, where the posters were attached to a wall using velcro. However, this technique is now deemed problematic, so Lindsey Tyne and I used a process to remove these stickers. We used a hot iron to heat small metal spatulas, which we then used to melt the adhesive of the sticker and lift the velcro off. This is a delicate process, but we got into a rhythm and moved fairly quickly.

Mia removing velcro (Photo by: L. Tyne)

This collection has taught me many things. I have learned to be patient, think carefully, and always be on the lookout for new observations, among many other smaller skills. If I were asked to advise someone starting a similar project, I encourage them to take note of their natural rhythm so that they can figure out which order of surveying works best for them to maximize efficiency. I would also tell them not to be afraid of asking questions, even if it’s clarifying something they think you already know. This has been an incredible experience, and I feel so lucky to have been a part of this collection. Thank you for taking the time to read my post!

[rubykgrant]

Concept: AI copy of Felix that Hargrove made as a backup plan cuz he knew Felix was gonna die but didn't want to lose such a valuable weapon.

HAHAHA THIS IS VERY CLOSE TO A PLAN I HAVE IN MY BID STORY-LINE!

Felix wanted that Meta armor. When he heard more info about the AI Fragments and the Meta, it intrigued him. Hargrove didn't especially care about keeping Felix around (he was obnoxious and too much of a wild-card; if he could have picked a soldier to duplicate into his ow mini-army, he would have chosen Locus)... however, Felix REALLY liked the idea of there being "more of himself", and potentially avoiding death. He starts asking Price more questions about the AI process, and Price answers him... but leaves a few details out (like, the Fragments weren't exactly "made" to be used for the purposes of Project Freelancer, but once they existed that's what they were taken for. Although Alpha could be recognized as the Director because of whatever sci-fi brain-patterns, they were NOT identical, and it is a different process to make a "hard copy" of a brain, there will be less room for "change", and more of a chance for a form Rampancy). Hargrove doesn't have the original equipment used for the brain-scans anyway; what he's got is more of a boot-leg device.

Felix still wanted to use it, and he wanted to get that armor. When everybody else was busy, before they set out for the big final confrontation, Felix fiddled with the machines a little; he synchs the brain-scanning device to his own armor, so if he has a near-death-experience, he can have some insurance... when he had that last big fall, he hastily activated the program, but it lagged a bit. It scanned his brain alright; as he was dying. Hargrove beat a hasty retreat, and Tucker was using the Meta armor, so there wasn't anywhere for this newly scanned data to GO. Wherever Hargeove ran off to, he didn't even realize he basically had a little Felix-virus trapped in a computer file... until somebody tried to download all the data from the Chorus incident.

So. "Felix" wakes back up, a few years later (this would take place in the "original time-line" of seasons 15-17). He's a little a-hole AI now, and not exactly "stable" by coding standards. He can't stop focusing on the things that he was especially UPSET about as he died; losing on Chorus, being betrayed by Locus, not getting to kill the Reds and Blues. He jumps into some empty robots and armor, and tries to use his charming people skills to get people to help him, but the littlest thing that reminds him of what he hates sets him off on a temper-tantrum. This is already an obsession with him, moving between irrational jealousy and anger constantly. He's not the smooth-talker he used to be, which also pisses him off. He gets back to Chorus, and starts causing some PROBLEMS again. He's literally incapable of going anywhere else, this is where he HAS to be.

There was some other problems on Chorus already, so the Reds, Blues, a few Freelancers, and Locus have come back to help. OH LOOK, THE PRODIGAL JACK-ASS HAS RETURNED, and he's stabbier than ever! Felix makes digital back-ups of himself, so every time he "dies", another AI wakes up (he's not good at moving between different devices; he always hard-wires himself in there, so unlike Church or Tex, he doesn't become a "ghost"; if his robot body dies, that specific AI copy of Felix dies. this means it is VERY hard to get rid of him... on the plus side, everybody gets a chance to take a shot at him. Kimball, Locus, Tucker, etc- time to work through some Felix related issues). Felix also wants his sword back from Locus, but even when he gets his hands on it, the thing won't work (Locus isn't dead). Felix finds a temple on Chorus that is supposed to "reawaken emotional echoes", which Felix assumes means it will treat "ghosts" like they are alive. He manages to activate it, so he can use the sword... then he hears a voice say- "It was mine before it was yours". Felix gets to be haunted by the ghost of Doyle, have fun with that.

Felix finally tracks down where Kimball stored the Meta armor (nobody wanted it to fall into the wrong hands, but destroying it seemed like a waste). He also makes multiple copies of himself at once, so he has his own group of Felix-AI to run the equipment in the suit; a Meta of One, a great big Felix fuster-cluck (somebody suggests maybe having so many Felixes together will cause them to fight, like- "I'm the real Felix, no I am, I should be in control" etc... Locus explains- "That isn't going to happen with Felix. You know all the different potential responses to the question- would you sleep with a clone of yourself? Felix would have an orgy with himself"). Because I brought back Church, Tex, and the Fragments- they get to help Tucker have a big showdown with Felix. The jerk yet again activated the big genocide temple, so everybody is off to fix THAT problem. Tucker doesn't have his own Meta suit or anything this time, but he has some up-graded equipment, and a VERY good team to help him (not only has he had some experience with the memories of the Fragments, he's got Church AND Tex this time! The Fragments all give little boosts to his equipment and assist with make quick plans/strategy, but Tex also gives him a big boost of pure POWER. I just think it would be extremely cool to see Tucker pull off some Tex fighting moves, but with a dash of his own style showing in there). Tucker and Felix have a big laser sword fight, and through it parts of the Meta armor get damaged. Because each Felix AI hardwired themselves into the equipment, once it is busted, they're gone. Finally, it is just one Felix alone, and he pushes himself so hard to keep running the suit, to keep trying to kill Tucker... he burns up his own code. Tucker doesn't have to deal a finishing blow, Felix destroys himself. When Tucker returns the sword to Locus, Doyle says good-bye before his echo fades, to Locus AND to Kimball

[thefudge]

i need thoughts on saltburn -- even if you didn't like it!!! <3

sorry for taking so long to answer this, but i only finally watched the movie this week. i kind of wanted the hype and polarization to die down a bit so i could form my own opinion.

so, i enjoyed it! it has issues, but it was a fun and clever romp. any movie that ends with a "murder on the dancefloor" dance sequence will earn a smile from me because that is one of my favorite songs of all time and i don't know how emerald fennell knew that about me, but there were constant little moments in the script that made me go "ahh, we'd be friends in real life". i felt that way about promising young woman too, even if i ultimately disagreed with quite a few of her creative choices there. but her style & humor and the way she frames sexual content is similar to my own palate/writing. i especially appreciate the way she makes arousal and desire interesting, how she explores abjection but also intellectual stimulation. what makes the character of oliver irresistible to the entire household in the film is the way he can tap into people's desires in a very unexpected and creative way. he constantly surprises them by giving them what they didn't know they wanted. it's interesting that, from oliver's skewed perspective, it's felix who is supposed to be the object of desire, the person everyone wants to be around. but we the viewers can see oliver is the true loathsome subject and object of desire for those around him (and for the audience too, as we sort of can't look away from him).

i agree with people who say felix cared more about oliver than the reverse. in fact, the cleverest thing this movie does, imo, is show that oliver could be happy, but actively chooses not to. this isn't to say the posh oxbridge types fennell makes fun of in this movie do not ring true or that the social satire and snobbery isn't accurate. but it's more that oliver doesn't need to fall into their sphere of influence, doesn't need to measure himself using their standards. yes, the environment is classist and unfair, there are big structural issues that oliver cannot control, but oxford doesn't have to be his whole life, it's only a couple of years. the fact that he is there already gives him a leg up in the world. given his smarts and his magnetism, oliver could have done very well for himself after university without needing to latch onto saltburn. the clever twist for me is that oliver is also privileged, and not just because we see he's comfortably middle-class with a supportive family, but because he has options, he has choices, but he actively chooses to be miserable and hateful, because he hates and looks down on the ppl around him. yes, the saltburn entourage is filled with bitter, toxic people, but some of those people would've probably done anything for him, and would have genuinely loved him. but the truth at the core of oliver is that he prefers a room to be empty, he prefers to have saltburn all to himself as this pure luxurious space that is devoid of humanity.

at the end, oliver is both wonderfully effective and deeply unimaginative. don't get me wrong, i really liked his character and the gremlin freak energy he conveyed, i rooted for him along the way, i mean barry keoghan plays it too well not to, but despite his victory dance at the end, it's sort of drab that oliver's greatest achievement is saltburn. despite being the brilliant predator who hunted down all competition, he is not brilliant enough to see his prize is empty. he's not smart enough to see, that at the end of the day, he is just like the cattons. he loves and hates felix because he loves and hates himself. there are many moments in the movie where oliver stares into mirrors or his reflection is doubled in reflective surfaces, and i don't think it's just to signal his duplicity or multiplicity, but rather the fact that....it's all olivers, all the way down. he thinks he's such an outsider, but he is saltburn, he comes to embody it physically in the very last dance. and even his predatory cleverness is overrated; most of the cattons fall easily, they want to go, there's an emptiness at the heart of their lives and at the heart of saltburn that oliver wants to embrace.

and i do think that emerald fennell had some of this in mind; i don't think my interpretation is necessarily the right one, but you can see she's doing more with this than directing a satirical romp. i think we're actively invited to see beyond oliver's seduction and into the emptiness of his dreams. that's why some of the deaths in the end come off as slightly ridiculous and excessive, because it's not about his cleverness anymore, he's just the last person left when the party is over. he's still a character you can root for and have fun with (and be drawn to), but the film encourages you to question his narrative from the start, not just his literal narration to rosamund pike, but the overarching idea he has of himself.

anyway, this is all to say, i rather liked it! i didn't love it, but i appreciate what it was trying to do, and i think it's more clever in that regard than people give it credit for. i do think it's a more mature effort than promising young woman. i am kind of hoping emerald directs a nonconventional romcom next, because i like her approach to certain intimate moments, mixing tenderness with violence. i'd love to see a punch-drunk love-esque love story from her.

(i do also want to give props to barry keoghan again, because i think the movie wouldn't work half as well without him. he elevates a lot of moments and he is so compelling to watch)

[countlessrealities]

Here's a LIST of PLOTS & GENERAL IDEAS I'd like to explore with my muses! They aren't in any particular order, and I'll be adding more as I go. Check out my wishlist tag too if you want!

Feel free to hit me up if you're interested!

Bolded ideas are the ones I'm craving the most. Italics are plots I'd like to do, but with which I'll be picky. Strikeout are ideas I'm currently not up for.

Dark threads. Violence, gore, torture, manipulation, near death experience, gruesome injuries, and any other sick things we can come up with!

Enemies / rivals with benefits relationships

Angst in general. Hurt my muses, betray them, hate them, be absolutely nasty. Let’s have one of our muses in a real bad situation and the other being hopeless to help.

Unrequited feelings (romantic, but also platonic). Let my muses suffer because their feelings are one-sided or have them dealing with the awkwardness of someone they know having one-sided feelings for them

Slow burn polyships

Fake dating plots

Amnesiac!muses threads

Crossovers !!!

Morty being as unhinged as he can be, with all his pent-up rage and trauma pouring out. And I also want to explore his more cynic / detached / apathetic side

Exploring the long term consequences of Morty's traumatic experience in Meeseeks and Destroy (and possibly a what-if scenario where things go down the real dark route)

Rick dealing with the aftermath of finally getting his vengeance, only to find out that he feels just as empty as before, If not worse

Digging into AR's psychotic disorder

A "business fuck buddies" to "friendly acquaintance" to "friends" to "friends with benefits" to "lovers" arc for Blitz & Stolas

A "bitter exes" to "I'll allow you in my space but I'll make it your problem" to "cautious friends" to "friends (with or without benefits)" arc for Blitz & Vero

Blitz & Fizz working through all their shitty past history and becoming queerplatonic besties

Adrien finding out about Monarch's true identity and that he's a sentimonster (not necessarily in that order). Bonus if it's Félix who tells me either things

Exploring the real extent of the long term consequences that Cole's abuse has on Félix

Adrien / Felix & Cat Noir / Argos shenanigans

Mirror verse stuff for Adrien and Cat Claw Noir

Anti-hero Poison Ivy

Rick Prime and / or Bill befriending other villain muses

Alastor and Vox. Literally anything with those two. I live for their one-sided rivalry or whatever that's supposed to be xD and yeah, I do ship them too, but that's not important

Alastor interacting with the other residents of the Hotel. Gimme shenanigans

Alastor & Rosie 'cause they are bff goals

Vaggie talking with someone about her past as an Exterminator / how she felt after she was banned

Vaggie & Carmilla mentee / mentor dynamic

Alastor meeting a version of himself. Gimme duplicates interactions for him, it would be so fun! I can't guess if they'll get along or hate each other's guts x3

[ Last update: 25/04/24]

[natedogx15]

Another idea for the Fanthom AU: Colt’s illness gets worse and worse but he feels that he still hasn’t gotten his revenge since Adrien is still alive and Felix is in a coma, so as a last “fuck you” to Gabriel and the heroes, he uses the Peacock Miraculous to create a sentimonster copy of himself with all of his memories and a perfectly healthy body plus a bunch of superpowers that make him unstoppable in order to eliminate them and get all the miraculous in order to become a physical god.

He then gives to his clone the Miraculous and the amok and lets him kill him in a way that implicates his wife of murder in a last spiteful act towards her.

In reference to these posts; 1 and 2

I love this idea you came up with. It's absolutely amazing and would be so interesting to see.

I also really like this idea for Colt Fathom. I love seeing ideas where the villain dies but continue their legacy by copying their consciousness and memories into something so that can continue their work. And doing it using the Peacock Miraculous is a great idea that's actually giving me other ideas for prompts.

Honestly, I love the concept of an extremely spiteful Colt Fathom doing everything he can to ruin his extended family and just being a bitter old man for something that's his problem. The fact it leads to his death and he's fine with it is crazy.

As for the powers, I can see him trying to duplicate all the Miraculous powers when he makes his Senti-copy. That way, he can further mess with the rest of the cast's lives by using their powers against them. He might even give them the power to shapeshift to further this goal.

[hyunjilicious]

skz as superheroes

A/n: DO NOT ask me wtf this is or where the idea came from. I don't know. All I know is that I love it and that I want to be part of their superhero grup. Thank you.

Warnings: avengers level violence (mentions of weapons and fighting)

Chan: body modifications and altered sight

the bones in his calves have been replaced, their edges sporting springs which allow him to jump to inhuman heights and also land safely from as high as the 5th floor. His brain is connected to his computer at home, giving him unlimited access to information and hacking capabilities. He can shut off surveillance cameras and all forms of robots or AI machines just by looking at them. His forearms hold inside them a form of grenade launchers, which he shoots out of his wrists, making him extremely dangerous within close quarters.

Minho: chaos magic

he's never the first one to join the battle. While the others will go in, magic blasting, Minho will stand behind, hands in his pockets, waiting his turn. His power is difficult to control so he'll hold back for as long as possible, but when the time comes, he'll slowly approach the battle ground as a cloud of black smoke envelops him. He can bend reality, manipulate matter and project blasts of energy. He's the trick hidden up their sleeve. If he joins the battle, you know it's serious.

Changbin: indestructible

matter can't hurt him. Bullets get lodged in his skin only to be spat back out within seconds. His bones are unbreakable, he's immune to heat, can hold his breath for up to 3 hours and is immune to all kinds of chemical or biological weapons. In a fight against human enemies, he's undefeatable. While he's vulnerable to magic, he and Minho make a great duo - Minho creating a thin shield of protection around Changbin's body, making him a feared enemy even to the most skilled wizards.

Hyunjin: mind control and telekinesis

he's a peaceful man, and rarely leaves the group's headquarters for a fight. He, however, is their spokesperson - and citizens at home put his influence on the account of his charm and good looks, when in reality, he either reads the mind of the person in front of him in order to know what they want to hear, or controls their thoughts in order for them to agree with him. The others complain about him wasting his telekinetic powers on chores, like cooking and cleaning, especially after he proved his unmatched skills by managing to stop 37 bullets which were fired at him from all directions at the same time. Too bad, he just dislikes violence.

Han: energy replication and shapeshifting

while his shape-shifting capabilities allow him to get in and out of places without any trouble and also pull pranks on the others, in battles, he relies on energy duplication. Just through simple skin to skin contact, he can replicate that person's powers. Usually, he decides on the spot whose powers to copy, but if the battle turns out to be more than expected, all members will band together to protect Han while he closes in on the enemy and copies their powers. And when things are really bad, when they know the following day is going to be a challenge, he and Minho share a bed the night before, because one Minho is already an immense threat, let alone two.

Felix: wizard with healing powers

draws energy from the sun and his infinite knowledge of spells and concoctions makes every single type of existing magic available to him. While his teammates are masters of their crafts, Felix is a jack of all trades, however the simple fact that he can work all forms of magic makes him the ideal candidate for one man missions. Even so, his main role in the group is as the healer. Whenever others drain themselves in battle, Felix channels energy from the sun and recharges them within minutes, also assuring the fact that none of them ever needs to seek help from outside the group, such as from doctors, making them fully independent.

Seungmin: space and time bending

can open and close portals so fast that they're invisible to the human eye - this makes him untouchable in battles, and extremely dangerous in combination with Chan, Chanbin or I.n. He'll slow down the time and step outside of it, allowing him the power to waltz around the battlefield while everyone else moves in slow motion. Assures that the team can reach absolutely any destination in under 30 seconds, rendering their private jets almost entirely useless. With great difficulty, can also travel to different realities to stop catastrophic events or fix otherwise unfixable mistakes - which he rarely ever does, being a guardian of the integrity of the universe.

I.n: nature and weather manipulation

electricity is his go to. When you hear thunder, you know I.n is about to strike. He controls bolts of lightning with unnatural precision. He can summon storms and hurricanes out of thin air and is physically unstoppable if his feet can touch the ground while he's casting his magic. Even inside he's to be feared, can make the air unbreathable, manipulate the water inside the pipes in the walls, short-circuit the entire building and even cause earthquakes. One major trick that helps him gain the upper hand is the fact that he can form gusts of wind that help him fly from one place to the other mid battle.

[ideahat-universe]

More Proud than normal?

Okay, so when I heard about the Proud Family reboot I got nervous. People were talking about the Proud Family going woke, but having actually watched the show back in the day, I remember it more or less being woke already.

I kind of already knew what I wanted to say about the Proud Family, but I was worried about going too hard, and I didn't want to make a post without having seen the remake beforehand, so I rewatched the first five episodes of the original series and the first five episodes of the reboot.

And I discovered!

That there aren't drastic changes between the two versions.

Yeah uh, I don't know what to tell you, I set up a Bingo Card expecting. Well, let me show you my Bingo Card.

This is based on my original memories of the show and from hearsay about the new show, and let's just go down how prominent any given element was in those ten episodes I watched.

Onetime character Cameo: Most characters are reused, but occasionally the show would have a character only show up for one episode, usually celebrities or one dimensional characters that exist to only serve that plot. One notable character was Stinky because for some reason Stinky got canned in the remake, but we'll talk about that later.

Penny's Mom Is also here: Penny's mom Trudy is the straight man of the entire family, which makes her the least entertaining character in the whole show. Having said that, there wasn't an episode where she didn't have at least one line of dialog.

Paranormal/Supernatural: The Proud Family actually has a lot of surreal moments, usually involving Oscar's concoctions and schemes, but really anything can happen as long as it makes the plot go forward. This happened a lot less in the remake. In the original, Penny had psychic powers (but only for one tiger) and there was a magician that knew real magic. Penny also went to the Matrix and learned to fly (Won't be the last time, either). Penny also gets peer pressured by a duplicate of herself that existed for a sight gag. In the remake, aside from Oscar antics Penny magically gains the voice of Ton Loc.

Real person Voicing Themselves: The Proud Family has a habit of referencing real people in pop culture, and especially real people in Black culture. In the first five episodes, not a lot of show up from either series aside from Ton Loc. Lizzo also showed up, but I can't tell if it's actually her.

The Reset Button was pressed: Sometimes things get so weird or screwed up that the only logical choice is to pretend most of it didn't happen, but the Proud Family is pretty good at remembering things. The remake is even better at remembering things than the original.

Talking out of both sides of the mouth: This is when a moral gets so screwed up that they validate the moral when they're supposed to be condemning it. This happened more in the original than it did in the remake, usually this involves her friends doing one thing and saying another or Penny getting what she wants from Oscar because we can't allow Oscar to get a win, which undermines the theme of the episode.

Latino Barney Rubble: This was for anytime Felix Boulevardez shows up. Is the character funny? No, not really, is the character bad and annoying? No, Not really. He's actually very mid, but he is basically Oscar's only friend in the show, and they have a Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble dynamic so he really only exists in the show to facilitate that, and the show was good at giving him a wife and daughter who also contribute (although if his daughter didn't exist it would make the show better). Also, they have the way better grandparent.

Funny Hispanic Pimp Man: This was when Papi Boulevardez showed up on screen, which is always a pleasure. In the original series he would laugh so hard that his mic would blow out which made it that much funnier, but in the remake the audio equipment no longer clips when he laughs which makes it less funny. Still, the gimmick of him insulting Sugar Mama to her face is still fun given that no one else gets away with doing that.

Gross Sisters Cameo: Probably my favorite characters from the show, the Gross Sisters in the original show just rob people. Also, their dad is a titan, but that's beside the point, in the remake they kind of scam people, it's a little unclear, they mostly hustle and still use a little muscle. Additionally, their song about demanding money is not bad. In the original, no one mentioned why the Gross sisters are blue. We all knew it was because they never put on lotion. There is a lotion culture in the black community. Black don't crack? It does if you don't apply lotion every day! Be sure to get the coconut oil. That's the good stuff.

Actually Laughed: It's anytime I couldn't resist having a good laugh. It never happened in the remake, but it happened several times in the original.

Penny is a bitch: Anytime Penny fulfills the stereotype of the bratty, moody, teenage daughter. Happened way less in the remake, but was fairly often in the original. To be fair, I tried to not count anytime she was having a reasonable argument with someone like Oscar (although if she called Oscar by his first name than referring to him by his honorific, then that usually got her dinged).

Black People Bad: is when black people criticize other black people for exhibiting stereotypical behavior. This might as well been the Dijonay space because she is the most trifling character in the show in either version.

Garfield!: Anytime Oscar yells out Penny's, Trudy's, or on rare Occasion Sugar mama's name. This is a running gag but doesn't happen very often.

Ghetto Dancing: Anytime someone started dancing and it wasn't traditional. Happened less often than you think.

BLM pandering: Only happened in the remake, and it really only came from one character. Maya (and Micheal) are the spare characters that replaced the spot where Stinky used to be (there's also Maya's brother who spends 90% of his time playing on golden AYN Odin and I mean relatable but not entertaining) and Micheal was from the original and got uberbuffed into being a very strong side character and I have no problems with him. I miss Stinky, but Micheal is better at being a friend than most of Penny's friends. Maya however fluctuates between being an Afrocentric Marxist and someone that's tolerable, and it's probably where most of the "Woke" accusations come from.

Having said that. The original run of the Proud Family does get on its soapbox now and again. Penny does many different social speeches, and there was the Kwanzaa episode where they got "educated on what Kwanzaa is." And unfortunately, it's bullshit. All of it is wrong, and Kwanzaa has basically no relevance in Black American culture. There's the Martin Luther King episode, which is better and just random things Penny says to get her way that sound like socialist gobbledygook, but really, most 14-year-olds say stuff like this to get what they want.

A B plot connected: It's typical for a sitcom show to have two plots that occasionally connect, but the Proud Family didn't really do that a lot. It's nothing as obvious as Phineas and Ferb anyway.

Family Bad: Anytime, Penny or Oscar complained about their general family dynamic or did things that spited their own family for personal gain. Didn't happen too often in the reboot (or is it remake? I keep flipping on these terms) but was fairly consistent in the original. Often the show says that Penny's upbringing is what keeps her on the right path, even though the only one with objectively good morals is Trudy.

Black Culture reference: Anytime a pop culture reference that is very specific to black culture is made. So say Ton Loc or some of the books references in the reboot are black culture references. Also, little things like organ music playing when someone is giving a speech (framing it as evangelical as opposed to political) and of course rap music and rap/hip hop culture.

Oscar the Doormat: Oscar is the Meg of the show but depending on the subject of the episode he doesn't always get stepped on. I think. I'm pretty sure Oscar always gets clowned on by someone or even something. Not only that, but I've never seen a show hate a father figure more than the Proud Family hates Oscar Proud (which is saying a lot when you consider writers for All in the Family made Archie bunker into a literal straw man).

Pop Culture reference: Any reference that wasn't black coded. Which was still a lot for either show.

Penny's friends are cunts: This has gotten, so bad, someone made a video about it. Oh, I'm sorry, MANY videos exist about how bad Penny Proud's friends are.

The real question is, why is it like this? Um, okay so. Except of Zoey, who barely has a character in either show. All of Penny's friends are black people stereotypes.

Connect the dots yourself. Yes I know. LaCienega isn't black. She's black coded, look, just go watch Boondocks again! Or any show with a black majority cast, written by black people for black people. Horrible people like Dijonay are part and parcel of black culture. If I had things my way it wouldn't be like that, but I don't so it is.

For the record. The creator of the Proud Family also made Bebe's Kids and that was a cartoon (and originally a standup routine) where the moral of the story is that fatherless black children become destructive and unruly but if you get some kind of man to be in their lives that's better than nothing (which is true by the way but good luck finding a man that wants to put that much effort into a relationship, you're asking a lot of a person unfortunately).

So when you watch the Proud Family, you have to remember that the creator does not have some polished version of what a child of color should be like. He's seen the hood side of children and finds it to be an endless source of humor (that you can occasionally spin into a soapbox message).

Oscar the businessman: Anytime Oscar's failing snack business was mentioned. I don't understand why we have to insist that Oscar is incapable of making a snack that is edible, it's just sugar. Most snacks are just sugar, chips are just fried potato slices with ingredients that are sitting around in a cabinet sprinkled on.

Any moron can make an edible snack by just using what's in the kitchen (although I guess in this case we have to remove the cleaning tools from underneath the sink). So it's a stupid contrivance, sometimes existing to facilitate a plot making Oscar more a mad scientist than a Snack Vendor.

White People Bad: Never happened. Maybe there's like one episode but the Proud Family is not racist (to white people).

Sugarmama World's Worst Grandmama: Sugarmama basically gets dinged whenever she bullies Oscar for no reason which was all the time. I don't know why the show thought it would be hilarious for someone's own mother to hate them and for their abuse to be a running gag but having seen it irl, it's not very funny.

So my final diagnoses is. The Proud Family, both versions are kind of trifling and talks out of both sides of its mouth but if you just sit down and treat it like a comedy, it is funny.

[lloyd283]

Miraculous episode 5: Simon deux

After episode 4's phone call, the following morning sees zoe and nino arriving at paris Airport to meet 'chloe' to which nine understands why zoe wanted at least someone else to arrive. Much to their shock, chloe looks and acts more respectable with a sea of other visiting students. Their headmaster wears glasses and assures them chloe is her better self now and later on, they'll be present at the parisian school convention to show how effective his methods are. As they leave, zoe notes an ocean green glare in one of chloe's eyes.

For the akumatised villain, one of those students is an aspiring hypnotist who meets Simon, which gives cerise a powerful idea, to akumatise the student with Simon powers to get the heroes to reveal their secrets. So, she precedes to follow through and akumatise the student, however somehow the akuma duplicated to Simon upon possession, sharing the powers and actually allowing the student to speak to cerise, confused. Nonetheless, they still accept the power and plan to crash the convention, with Simon let in by the student as a guest.

At school, our heroes are convened by Lloyd to discuss chloe's return and the convention, which bustier's methods will also be on display. However, when zoe says about chloe's strange behaviour and eye glare, Lloyd's calm voice and facade begin to wane as he asks everyone what they're doing, to which everyone but zoe's busy as chloe's asked her to tour with her the convention to which he shouts to not do that. He then calms down and says if who he thinks it is, is there, he needs insurance, asking zoe to stay behind whilst everyone else prepares. When marinette leaves, Lloyd bumps into her, dropping something in her pocket. Lloyd gives zoe a resistance spell to hypnotism for the night.

At the convention, the group prepares with eyes out to prove Lloyd's accusations are incorrect with zoe and chloe walking around and Lloyd himself patrolling outside with felix as he's not involved with the project. Felix spots Simon entering backstage, leading them to believe an akuma's active, but Lloyd patches into the Internet to view the convention main stage where chloe leaves zoe in a dense crowd to help the headmaster prove his methods. It's one that bedazzles nearly everyone in the building, except zoe, who's seeing most of the group being drawn towards it, save it be adrien and kagami, which Lloyd believes is due to the sentimonster bit, referring to it as the senti bit instead, which pleases felix. Then, zoe gets pulled away by marinette who's somehow unaffected but asks where on earth the other users are as cat noir and ryuko show up as well as the akumatised villains taking over the crowd, but unable to hypnotise the headmaster due to those glasses he's wearing. As zoe seals the exits to contain the damage, marinette remembers Lloyd's accident earlier and noticed that in the pocket are her earrings as if he wanted her to have them back. After transforming a brief brawl ensues, allowing the villains to escape, which Lloyd pursues as felix snaps the others out of it.

In the shadow of the effiel tower, Lloyd corners the two as cerise tells them to hypnotise him. Well, it partly works (apart from the risk mark in season 4 as well as here. Lloyd usually has immunity but somehow only got affected these two times.) Whilst the heroes slowly begin the trap, Lloyd knows he's affected but not hypnotised, although still feels the urge to reveal secrets through a truth or lie premise as he still has most control and taunts cerise she can only make him reveal things, but he can choose himself.

"The truth about tonight was to confirm that zoe's unnerving encounter was real and hopefully put the headmaster rumour to rest" before recounting the legend.

"When I found out a very close friend of mine lost their dear pug after an angel asked for it to happen, I took one of the angel's eyes as retribution."

Before saying the third, the team spring into action and free the akuma.

Back at the convention, everyone's fine but the headmaster's gone. Bustier's method is voted the best one and the students are asked to return to the airport, however felix freed chloe during the entire thing, as Lloyd talked the legend to him too, deciding that although chloe was a terrible person, she didn't deserve to be the headmaster's puppet. No one does.

In a shocking turn of events, chloe decides to stay after Lloyd says the headmaster would know she's been freed. However he also says there are worse fates than the headmaster and if chloe doesn't properly change, someone far worse would come for her...

We end the episode in the chaotic scene as cerise let's the headmaster out, but proves she's too smart to be hypnotised by him, so impressed, he gives her a way to contact him, saying he knows how cerise can get what she wants, as long as he can progress his own plans too.

The episode end card is of importance here as it shows hints towards Lloyd's past with his plans, present and future. The music sting is more ominous here, alluding to what Lloyd says in the episode.

Past: the midway like place from dead end and one-shot with a gorb as well as the elevator.

Present: the episode's events in the centre of it all. Lloyd faces back, whilst zoe faces frontwards. Marinette is in the middle.

Future: a dark visage resembling the surface of a lake and a school floor merged together.

[kynky]

I was thinking about those Ipod shuffle posts we all did back in the day..

It was easy enough to do when you had everything on iTunes or just one massive library but nowadays with streaming and physical it's not quite the same.

But using Spotifysy to scan my last.fm history (from physical listens and digital scrobbles) I've been able to get a decent enough fairly complete yearly record of my listening habits in one playlist.

I've made a playlist for 2008 through to 2014, given how many songs are on each it made sense to split them per year. I'll only be allowing 1 entry per artist, so duplicates will be skipped.

Shuffling 2008, the first 10 songs are:

Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing

Lacuna Coil - Fragments Of Faith

Ladytron - Deep Blue

The Jam - Boy About Town

The Mock Turtles - Can You Dig It?

Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous

Finger Eleven - Change The World

Girl Talk - Warm It Up

Rage Against The Machine - People Of The Sun

Alphabeat - Touch Me Touching You

2008 was the final year I relied on iTunes as I signed up to Spotify the following year, I still used iTunes for bootlegs and tracks not licensed to Spotify, which was a lot back then.

For 2009:

Bizzy B - Jah Works

The Bloody Beetroots - Theolonius

Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip - Angles

Telepopmusik - Ghost Girl

Fun Lovin Criminals - Loco

Krust - Follow Da Vision

Atari Teenage Riot - Too Dead For Me

Rihanna - SOS

D.I.M. - Sysiphos

Nine Inch Nails - Right Where It Belongs

For 2010:

Jakwob - Scare The Snare

DJ Complex - Delicate State

Korpiklaani - Juodaan Viinaa

Calvin Harris - Neon Rocks

Michael Giacchino - End Credits Can Suck It!

God Is An Astronaut - Golden Sky

Nymfo - Proton Pack

The Cure - Lovecats

New Order - True Faith '94

Mampi Swift - Mr Elastic

For 2011:

Terrorvison - Tequila (Mint Royale Shot)

Rob Zombie - What? (Naughty Cheerleader Mix)

Joker - Tron

DLX - Operation Room

Pinch - One Blood, One Source (Distance Remix)

Toro y Moi - Intro/Chi Chi

Java - Yard Manz

Stratovarius - The Game Never Ends

Disonata - Bazooko's Circus

Badly Drawn Boy - Something To Talk About

For 2012:

Scuba - Cognitive Dissonance

Mansun - Wide Open Space (Perfecto Mix)

Clark - The Pining pt2

The Dresden Dolls - First Orgasm

Wonkap - Total Destruction

Super Power Club - Paparazzi

Rustie - Flash Back

Kissy Sell Out - Turn It On (Instrumental)

GRiZ - Wax City

Hulk - Watch Em Burn

For 2013:

Danny Byrd - Grit

Machinedrum - Jelly Jelly

Sub Focus - Out The Blue

Jagwar Ma - Come Save Me (Andrew Weatherall Remix)

Grim - Playground

Maduk - Feel Good

Celldweller - Hemlock Drone Attack

Mutated Forms - Wastegash (The Upbeats Remix)

Drop Goblin - The Gate

Tin Tin Out - All I Wanna Do

For 2014:

Maztek - Interlude

Bowsar - External Memory

The Algorithm - synthesiz3r

Trolley Snatcha - End Of The Earth

Michal Menert - So Alone

Felix Cartal - Who Even Am I

Ballkansky - Tomorrow

Jacob Plant - Radar

DJ Hype - Dreams

Hugo - 99 Problems

Only 1 artist was a duplicate (Girl Talk) and was skipped and only 1 appears in my Last.fm top 20 (Sub Focus).

I haven't made any other lists as of yet as I'm enjoying going back through these, a lot of the songs I've not heard in years, whilst some are dated and I'd probably not listen to now, there are a few I'd totally forgotten about.

Now I don't expect anyone to care about this at all, it was just something to kill an hour and now I've got a 70 track playlist to check out to keep me busy today

[prettyvampiress96]

Hidden agenda - Felix Volturi x Reader

I've always felt a deep-seated craving to know which of the women around me think I'd be worth taking to bed. I'd describe myself as curious. Mind you, they don't have to actually take me to bed. But I do have a compulsion to find out whether or not they consider me sexually attractive. Do their pussies ever get a little wet when I smile at them? Do they ever think about me when they touch themselves? Do they have dirty thoughts while I'm in their presence. I desperately want to know these things, and I have no right to know these things. So let's just say such knowledge is a 'privilege'. A privilege, ladies and gentlemen, that I consistently have the urge to  pursue. I've been told that I'm handsome, in an offbeat way. Check. I've been told that I'm charming Check, and it's whispered here and there that I'm sort of sexy. Check check and check, But I'm not the type has the whole room swooning at his feet that I leave to the casanova of my best friend Demetri. My all so  consuming curiosity about my 'fuckability' focuses primarily to women I work with. I often look at someone and secretly wonder if she senses in me that special, undefined flutter that can make a girl light up downstairs.

Does my face ever flicker across her mind while her fingers flit around her clit? This is not the kind of question one comes right out and asks and yet it's one I often find myself wondering.  I generally manage to guess expressions, body language, blushes  - which of them thought I was hot not usually one to be wrong. Once I was right just from facial expressions that someone did,in fact, get a tingle from me.

I was popular within the guard, but I assumed that many of them would have been a little put off if they'd known how often their big scary Felix  wondered whether their pussies were wet on his account. But not Y/N. I didn't think Y/N would be put off. There was just something about her. Y/N, I speculated, had the most soaked panties whenever we interacted. And yet I took a special pride in thinking that the specific moistness she was enjoying when we were in the same room was triggered by my very presence. There was a certain sparkle to her face, particularly when I made her laugh, which suggested that she might fancy eating my personality up like an erotic ice cream cone - and that I would love every minute of it.Boy would that be correct. Day after day, I found myself wondering if  Y/N's knickers were moistening freshly for me. And I did as much as I could to be lively and engaging around her, without going so far as to make a nuisance of myself. I fantasised about entering an intimacy relationship with her - about having her breath in my face, and my hands in her panties. About inhaling the delirious fragrance of her flesh, where the backs of her thighs emerged from the tight skirts she frequently wore. One day she was making photocopies, we began chatting and joking,  as usual, I was convinced I was making her wet. She was a bit flushed, and her hips seemed to rock ever so subtly as she shuffled her pages and pushed her buttons. Lord I wished she'd push my buttons.

After a few minutes, I detected the enticing scent of Y/N's pussy cutting through the distasteful photocopying odours. Pre-cum in my trousers evidently declared her a winner of my lust, and I had to resist the temptation to throw her on the top of the copier. Oh, how I wanted to fuck her, right then and there. So, rather than grabbing Y/N's plump round bottom and suggesting, through actions , that it would be a splendid idea to get my hard cock inside her flowing pussy before one more page of anything got duplicated. I just kept up the chatter.

'"I'm going to be sad when this filing's over," I remarked. "How many pages do you have left?" "I think around seventy-five," she said. "You?" "Also looks like around seventy-five. Hey, maybe we should have a race." I suggested. Y/N  laughed. "You do have a knack for making work life fun, don't you?" My dick thrilled as she glanced up from her machine to twinkle at me from those lucious eyes. Little did she know how fun I really wanted to make it, at that particular moment. Or maybe she did know. "Sure, Fee, let's race." She giggled again. 'What does the victor get?' "Well  - are sexual favours off limits?" This was more my style than an unplanned hoisting of a friend onto the top of a copier. "You're a dirty man, Felix." she giggled. "Check," I said. "Isn't everyone?" "No," she reasoned crisply. "I, for example, am not a man." Looking over her body, I noted to myself that she had an excellent point. "And not dirty?" I asked - teasing, because I was pretty damn sure she was even dirtier than I was. "I didn't say that." Bingo , I knew it. Right again.

After this, we found ourselves in a brief stare-down. Y/N, smirking, broke eye contact first. A brief shout brought me out of my thoughts. Damn it .She finished first. 'Ha! I win the pissing contest!' she proclaimed while clearing the machine of her materials. Her choice of words made my mind reel with a kinky vision. "Well done," I said graciously. "We never exactly determined the prize, did we?" "No," she said. "Not exactly." She blushed.

And then she did it. She hopped on top of her copier. I was delighted to see that the door to this room had a lock. When I turned back from the door, she already had her panties off. She had tossed them over onto the lid of another machine. Her shoes were on the floor, her skirt was bunched and the inviting pussy was displayed for me within saucy thighs. Her ankles dangled playfully, and I stepped forward and took hold of them. 'You're the victor,' I said as I let the fingers of my left hand tickle her where I held her. 'Do you want to be eaten or fucked?' I asked intrigued as to what she would choose."Here's the thing, Felix," she said with a forced calmness, "You see I've been thinking it over. And, you know, I beat your time by quite a bit. You must still have a dozen pages to do. In view of that, I think I'm entitled to be both eaten and fucked. Does that seem fair to you?" I had to agree that this seemed perfectly fair. "I'm so wet for you," she murmured as I began to tongue her. "You're a real panty-soaker, Fee, but you already knew that didn't you?"

Those were the words I liked to hear. Without a moment to lose I dove my face straight between those plush thighs. The copier creaked on its haunches as her ass bounced on top of it. She was, indeed, very wet for me wetter than I could have hoped; her pussy was so generous in its liquid that I could barely keep up. Some of the juice that evaded my overworked tongue clung to my chin. She thought I was fuckable, and now it was time to prove her right. I removed my shoes and trousers and placed them neatly out of the way. My cock was so engorged that it took some doing to manoeuvre it through the slit in my boxers. I took hold of the squishy flesh of Y/N's ass cheeks to scoot her forward. She sat up to greet me and, reaching for my rod, took charge of the penetration. Her body in my hands, around my legs and all over my cock displaced all consciousness of anything else I'd ever done. As I came for her, I poked the tip of a forefinger into her sexy asshole and whimpered my bliss into a hot little ear. We'd made a wet, sticky, wonderful mess of the copier room. Y/N had been thoroughly moistened by me , and I  had been expertly drained and surprised  by Y/N. "What a mess," she laughed, echoing my thoughts. "Yes," I said, breathing hard. "And I have a few rooms that I'd like to see get messed up along these same lines. So what are you doing this weekend?" "Making a mess," Y/N  said matter-of-factly,while winking as she squeezed my flaccid cock with eager fingers. Quickly dressing with ease Y/n left before my mind could process the words .

[princess-of-the-corner]

I had a thought regarding a possible Chat Blanc AU that could address the issue of "How did Adrien survive the Mega Cataclysm?"

Since Gabriel isn't yet wearing Adrien's Amok (he didn't start until "Felix"), we can rationalize it surviving the Mega Cataclysm.

As such, Adrien would (eventually) regenerate, albeit alone in a post-apocalyptic world.

His (temporary) destruction releases the butterfly, which multiplies, but there's nobody for the duplicate butterflies to turn into clones, so they just kinda flutter around aimlessly.

Adrien puts on the ring, Transforms, and tries to Cataclysm himself, but only goes into that haywire state Cataclysmed Sentimonsters go into.

When Marinette Deakumatizes Chat, she sees the white cracks, and puts 2 and 2 together.

Fast forward to this AU's equivalent of "Ephemeral" and Marinette learns that Adrien is Chat Noir. She still keeps her knowledge of the fact that he's a Sentimonster to herself (to avoid getting him Akumatized), but now has to figure out what to do now that she knows that Gabriel is Shadow Moth. She and Adrien still get together, but she never tells him that he's a Sentimonster OR that Gabriel is Hawk Moth.

This leads to her getting Akumatized.

Akumanette defeats Chat Noir and takes his Miraculous, Unifies it with her own, and tries to use the wish, and THIS is where we learn that the price of the wish is the End of the Universe.

The reset button is hit, and neither Marinette nor Adrien learns the other's identity.

Honestly makes more sense!

[foenixs]

Skz reaction to accidentally seeing a sext from one of their members s/o

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Bang Chan

He had only wanted to get back at Felix for the many times he stole his phone when unfortunate timing made a picture of you in a sexy lingerie piece pop up on screen.

Y/N: Don’t forget about me while you’re practicing 😉

He quickly shuts off the phone, handing it back to Felix and apologizing for having taken it. He tries to forget about the photo, watching porn and jerking off in the shower, but your body always comes back on his mind. He cums into his hand, moaning your name, quickly turning the power of the shower hose up to drown out the sounds.

He couldn’t look you in the eye for a month after the incident, worried he would undress you with his eyes.

Felix finally confronts him about his weird behaviour, since he used to be very good friends with you.

“Yeah, she can have that affect on you.”, Felix laughs when Chan admits to what had happened and how the image didn’t want to leave his head, “maybe you should join us sometime so you can see how much more beautiful she is in real life.”

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Minho

Jisung’s phone kept buzzing while Minho was trying to sleep, he tried to call for Sung to turn off his damn phone but to no effect. Getting up to take matters into his own hands, he picks up the phone to see who was texting him at such an early hour.

Noona: *dick pic*

Noona: How about this one?

Opening the quick answer function, he starts to type “you guys are weird…” when a thought comes to his mind. He deletes what he wrote, shutting the phone off like he was planning to, before taking out his own device. He searches for that secret picture he took last week, pressing send in your chat with a smirk across his face.

Minho: How about this one?

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Changbin

Hyunjin was practicing a new choreo and had asked Chang to record him with his phone when a message popped up at the top of the screen. He tried to brush the pop-up window away but accidently opened the message instead.

He was greeted by a video clip of you stroking what looked like a silicone dick, strapped to your body. He was so enthralled by the visual, trying to figure out what you were grabbing onto, that he didn’t notice Hyunjin finishing the dance and walking towards him to take back his phone.

As soon as Hyunjin’s eyes fell upon the screen his face turned beat red, slapping the phone out of his hyung’s hand.

“What is that?”, Changbin’s genuine confusion was too cute, making Hyunjin proud that he seemed to be more mature than his hyung.

“Oh, just my dinner”, he winks.

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Hyunjin

Never in a million years did he expect to see his hyung get fucked.

It was a simple mistake, he had taken the wrong phone home after a concert, but by the time he realised what he had done it was already too late.

He had saved his finger recognition in Minho’s phone before, more as a joke, but now that he had easily opened the phone, looking at the recent messages to see a video of Minho bent over a bed, getting fucked by his girlfriend, the reality hit him like a truck.

There was no way he could explain to Minho what had happened without getting his head chopped off, so he decided to lie.

“I accidentally took your phone instead of mine, but I realised my mistake instantly and came here to give it back to you.”

His arms were shaking as he handed back the phone, making Minho raise an eyebrow but he just quickly ran away, trying to delete the mental image as best as he could. But Minho wasn’t the only one that would remember the ‘Memories of last night’.

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Jisung

Mommy: How’s my Babyboy doing? If you come home for dinner, I’ll let you eat me for dessert.

The messages flickered on the screen, Jeongin’s phone resting on the table during one of their lives. Jisung quickly takes the phone, putting it in the maknaes Hoodie pocket so the viewers wouldn’t get the shock of their life’s. 

He couldn’t say he was surprised; he had once walked in on Jeongin masturbating in the shower, moaning out your title. If anything, he was a little jealous.

“You need to be more careful where you place your phone”, was all he said he to Jeongin after the live, trying to suppress a laugh as the maknae’s eyes shot wide open when he saw his recent messages.

“You- did you-…”

“Did I see your girlfriend sexting you? Nah, but you might want to hurry home 😉”

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Felix

He had asked Chan for sex advice before, not wanting to mess up his first time, so he knew that his hyung wasn’t an innocent angel. But what he was greeted with on Chan’s screen when he stole his phone was different from anything they had ever talked about.

The older boy was tied to the bed, his legs pushed to his chest as his girlfriend was gliding a toy into him.

Felix could feel himself getting hard at the mere sight, one hand coming down to his ass to duplicate the feeling his hyung must’ve felt. He kept pressing play on the short video, needing to see it again and again.

He felt disgusted with himself that he was doing something so naughty and all behind his hyung’s back, but he couldn’t help the growing desire to be put in Chan’s place.

After handing back the phone, he patiently waited in the living room until Chan’s girlfriend came over later that day. Counting down in his head he made his way over to Chan’s room, bursting in in hopes of catching them in the middle of the act.

And so, a long night had begun.

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Seungmin

He dropped Changbin’s phone as quickly as he had picked it up, hands shooting up to his face to cover his blushing cheeks.

As Changbin walks back out of the bathroom, drying his hands against his jeans, he notices the curled-up figure that was hiding it’s face in shame.

“Uhm, Is everything okay Seungmin?”

But the younger boy quickly shakes his head, turning so it looked like he was getting swallowed by the couch.

A loud sigh makes Seungmin shiver in fear.

“Did you steal my phone again?”

Changbin had seen the seductive picture you had sent, putting together the puzzle’s pieces on why his usually chipper bandmate suddenly felt shy in front of him.

“At least you learned your lesson…” and with that he turned and left the room.

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Jeongin

Jealousy was the only thing that tainted his mind as your messages popped up on Seungmin’s screen. He had stolen the older boy’s phone to set a quirky selfie of himself as the background, when curiosity made him the messenger app.

Just a quick look, was what he had promised himself, but your seductive messages glued his eyes to the screen, unable to finish his original task.

Y/N: Is you tail still in place? You must’ve been blushing so hard during practice, having the tiny toy stretch you out in front of your unsuspecting bandmates.

Staring at Seungmin’s ass for the rest of the day his mouth was watering with drool, why couldn’t he be someone’s good puppy?!

Y/N: Be a good puppy and send me a picture of your pretty tail.

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[character-fan19]

MLB Season 4 Character Analysis: "Gabriel Agreste"

Introduction

Hey guys, I'm back with another MLB season 4 character analysis post and this time for episode 9. This is the series where I look at the journeys of all the characters of MLB in every individual episode of season 4 to give the fandom an overall feel of these characters made it from point A to point B in their character arcs and today we're onto "Gabriel Agreste".

This episode seemed to be a pretty big one for the fandom because of course, it had everyone's favourite big brain villain, Felix involved figuring out Shadow Moth's true identity and whatnot while at a party hosted by his uncle in order to get his ring back from him. This episode was pretty good in my opinion as well as it gives our villains some depth, besides Chloe of course so without further ado let's get into it.

Character POVs

Gabriel Agreste

"I know each and every scratch on Emelie's ring! It's a fake ring! He gave me a fake ring, how dare he?"

Of course, we can't have an episode called "Gabriel Agreste" without Gabriel himself. For this episode, nothing was more important to him than getting his beloved wife's ring back (expect of course getting Ladybug and Cat Noir's miraculous so he can bring her back) from his scheming nephew who stole it from him back in the season 3 episode "Felix" and then pretended that he just gave it to him in this episode forcing him to put up the act.

He tries to get his ring back by confronting him directly but he just gives him a fake which infuriated him causing him to want to get revenge on his nephew by akumatizing him and if the senti-Felix theory is true and his amok really is in the ring he's wearing, possibly kill him and at the same time try to fool him into thinking he's not Shadow Moth by creating a sentimonster duplicate of himself.

The Graham de Vanily rings seem to be very important to him in some way, possibly holding some sentimental value or rather sentimonster value (cough Senti-Adrien cough).

2. Felix

"I'm not afraid of your threats and I don't need your power."

Now let's look at the other side of the conflict. The Graham de Vanily rings seem to be important to Felix as well and it seems like he and Gabriel are fighting over who gets to have it. I also believe that it's possible that he just took the ring to mess with his uncle because he knows how much they mean to him although this could be disproved by the fact that Amelie said that he was very interested in the Graham de Vanily rings in the episode of his debut.

We also get to look at the humane side of Felix for the first time when he looks at the portrait of her aunt and smiles and when he's afraid when Senti-Gabriel was confronting him and threatening to make him disappear with a snap of his fingers (Senti-Felix, anyone?). We also had a moment of sheer willpower from him when he became the second person to reject an akuma before transforming after Chloe. Funny how anti-hero characters are the only ones to do this.

3. Marinette/Ladybug

"I thought you were happy that Adrien was coming to school"

Last but not least, we're going to end off with a moment from Marinette in this episode which shows just how much she genuinely cares about Adrien. People might call her breaking into Adrien's house "stalker behaviour" but a real stalker would go in there either to stalk on their victim or to steal their possessions to keep as a souvenir. Marinette did neither of those things. She went in because Chloe was going to show his dad a video that would make him stop sending Adrien to school and she knows how much Adrien loves going to school and hates being locked up along with the rest of her class. That's why they helped. Because they all care about Adrien including Marinette.

Conclusion

Well, that's the end of this analysis and I kinda had fun with this one. It was really interesting to see the battle of wits between Gabriel and Felix and Marinette trying to stop her rival from getting her crush locked up in his house forever. Let me know your thoughts on my analysis and let me know if I missed anything. Both praise and criticism are welcome.

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THOUGHTS AND REACTION TO STRIKE BACK

I was not ever going to be prepared for this episode. I ended up watching it at 1:30 AM like an idiot where I had to try to keep myself silent. That was unbelievably difficult. Also couldn't sleep after either. Never going to attempt again. But here's another really long reaction, enjoy! "I'm ready to risk everything to not lose Adrien!" Ahh, see that's what we heard in the synopsis for this episode months ago! Lesson learned: when they tell us something big like that in a synopsis, it's not going to be anything like we think it'll be, which is why they tell us something so huge ahead of time. "I hope so with all my heart" okay Lila, you know very well that Adrien doesn't say stuff like that to you. Not sus about it at all? Felix really wants that Peacock Miraculous o.o Everyone's taking risks for likes on social media. If that doesn't reflect the way people are in real life and how dumb it is.... Lol Chat Noir and Ladybug bickering like an old married couple.

"Oh yeah? Would you risk knowing who I really am behind my mask?" "You know very well that-" "Our identities have to remain secret, I know. So why do you know the identities of the other holders, why not me?" "I already told you! If I knew who you were, Shadow Moth would only need to akumatize me to get to you! I'm doing this to protect you." "I don't need you to protect me, we'll never be akumatized!"

Oh another one of those PTSD moments to show us that that episode had a huge impact on her, particularly her mental state. You just had to go there, didn't you, Chat? READ BETWEEN THE LINES, KITTY. SHE'S PROTECTING YOU BECAUSE SHE CARES ABOUT YOU. AND LOVES YOU. No wait, that's really true. AND LOVES YOU. Just won't admit it still. She's seen terrible things that would traumatize most people! I think we're getting to the point where she's going to have to tell him. If he knew, he would have a completely different look on the matter. If he knew how much Chat Blanc clearly haunts her, he'd stop pushing it. I mean, it seems every decision this season she's made that's pushed him away, where she got aggressive towards him and said things that were mean and she probably shouldn't have, including Glaciator 2 where everyone was pushing them being a couple... It was because she doesn't even want to think of Chat Noir in that way because of Chat Blanc. Remember, she never denied it when Chat Blanc was saying their love did this. Never once did she say, "That's impossible, I don't love you" or get irritated about it. It's because she knows it's possible, she knows she could love him. And she knows that that could lead to something like Chat Blanc happening where he's murdered everyone and is lost and alone in a crazed akumatized state. "You don't know what you're talking about!" "Maybe because you never talk to me about anything!" He's got you there... Can we really blame her though for not wanting to tell him? Oh hey Chat Noir, I just wanted you to know that I was brought to a future timeline where we were in love, you knew my identity and I knew yours, and something happened where you thought I didn't love you, so you got akumatized and ended up killing me, Hawk Moth, and really the entire global population because you also blew up the moon. And then were left akumatized, crazy, and alone overlooking everything underwater. But the current me managed to save you. Obviously when she tells him she may need to be a bit more gentle with how she words it, but I can see why she'd want to keep information that he murdered everyone from him. Saying he did get akumatized before, he'd ask questions or know she's keeping info from him about it. I think it's an all or nothing situation, and saying nothing's not working out well either. He's going to have to know. WAIT, her saying "Nice one, Rena!" was a risk? Hmm. Well for his sake, it's helping get secrets out that he needs to know... So technically there's still just one sentimonster, it's just been duplicated. However their "Strike back!" creeps me out. I remember watching Sentibubbler and how she told Nino anyway, and Nino asked if it was okay. I knew that'd come back to bite them. Ugh. Rena is such a good spy, figuring out that mark and all. She saved Ladybug and Chat Noir earlier when they were too busy fighting. "Blind! We were blind." That line gets me, it's intense. "She will doubt everything! And above all, herself!" He's figuring her out :O Ahh Chat Noir, that affect Risk is having on him. Things wouldn't have gotten so bad if it didn't steal his Cataclysm, which is what she was worried about. Of course she knows he can help, but you can't be giving Cataclysm to a sentimonster... Lucky Charm: Go back to the past! Ugh it's so sad. Adrien is a good person to go with, we all know this. Problem is, she doesn't know he's already there so the one she'd be giving it to is Felix. I've said before during Ephemeral that it'd be perfect if she knew about him but not also him about her. And if that was the case, this wouldn't be happening right now. But it has to happen this way as it's how it's meant to.... I'm over here proud she's talking to him perfectly fine while under the illusion it's Adrien she's talking to and not Felix, but at the same time I'm disgusted this is happening at all. xD ALSO PENYBUG IS SO PRETTY!!! "Hi I'm Barkk!" AND HER TAIL WAGS AND EVERYTHING ;-; I'm so sad rn. She's too smart and cute to have to deal with this. Ladybug all like, oh we got the

akumatized object, we've got this! Comes back to the present to everything on fire and destroyed. AND SEES HER KITTY IN TROUBLE AND BEGS WHO SHE THINKS IS ADRIEN TO HURRY FOR HIS SAKE ;-; "Awesome, well done! You did what needed to be done on your first try! I knew you were the one I needed, you really are the best Adri- I mean..." "Pound it!" Oh Chat, those words were intended for you, please remember them! That look she's giving Flairmidable, that's for you tooooo! "I feel like from now on, nothing can stop me!" GIRL, do you not hear how that doesn't sound like Adrien??? No? Ladybug being all "YES MY TWO FAVORITE BOYS IN THE WHOLE WORLD GET TO MEET AND WORK TOGETHER, I'M SO HAPPY! Come on, get along please! :D" is honestly so adorable and cute but like... wouldn't it be better if they were the same boy, Marinette? 👀 She cares so much about Chat Noir that it excited her that they get to spend time together. Chat Noir scooted away a little bit after that handshake I can't, he absolutely hates this XD "You're going to be spending a loooooot of time together now that he's joined the team...forever :D" Er...I can't blame her for being excited at all, but girl no, he's not who you think 😅 The other heroes be like: um, why is Ladybug acting like Marinette? LB: "I'll open a portal for the sentimonsters to fall into!" Flairmidable: "A portal where?" LB: "To some place they can never hurt anyone again." "Flairmidable: "Hmm" "I'm sorry" Sentimonster Felix. Except my brain still debating that fact. I mean it makes it so obvious right, however with what we know about Sentimonsters and how they pretty much obey the person that holds the amok, how is it that Felix turned out so...so... bad. So devious and selfish. I also don't understand his strong desire to have the Peacock Miraculous. If he's a sentimonster, the object his amok is in is what he wants to have in his possession, not the Miraculous. Ladybug could control SentiLadybug and Sentibubbler without the Miraculous. Unless he's afraid that someone will use that Miraculous to end him. Even so, he still needs that object in a safe place because it simply getting broken will release it. People think it's the rings, but he wouldn't be so willing to hand that over to him. I think I need more answers to these questions, things just don't quite add up to me so I don't know what to believe fully. Alya gave her Miraculous up. I don't know if this was a stupid move or a great move. x.x I'm leaning towards smart just because it'd make her such a horrible target now, but still she did so much to help! xPP Felix being a horrible person. You know what, if he's a sentimonster and he's unhappy with the way sentimonsters are treated, maybe just maybe, he should look at himself and realize people would like him and wouldn't think badly of sentimonsters if he didn't act like such a monster. He pretty much guaranteed that Paris and who knows where all else is going to be tortured relentlessly and maybe even worse. If citizens have died/almost died because of just Hawk Moth and his villains, what's he going to be able to do with 16 Miraculous and only 2 heroes going up against him? His only redeeming quality to me was how he seems to care about Emilie so much, but like Gabriel, that's not good enough for me at this point. "If I wanted to harm you uncle, I would've done it a long time ago." Er, okay how? o.o Ladybug's panic attack and her hyperventilating. I just. It's amazingly well done and adds so much to the show. But I was not prepared to have to see her like that, that hurt way too much! I'm glad it was with Adrien of all people, so he knows. This has all been so much she's had to deal with mostly on her own. She had Alya to help her, but now she doesn't really have that anymore but someone to talk to about things. "I don't know anymore! What if it's a trap? What if you're Felix?!" Well logically, he couldn't be because her yoyo was just stolen in front of them both, and only Felix could take it while transformed. But she's not thinking straight at all Dx ALSO HOW SAD IS

IT THAT IF SHE JUST IMMEDIATELY DETRANSFORMED, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE 😭😭😭 Ladybug sure left quickly o.o But I'm glad it worked out that way, she needs her Kitty more than anyone else x3 "From now on I will be attacking you relentlessly! I will be everywhere, probing your thoughts, stealing your dreams, harnessing your deepest fears. Whatever damage I can cause, I will not stop! UNLESS someone brings me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous!" Scary as HECK but also I just hear that this means he's going to go totally insane with the overuse of all the Miraculous at once. Your choice, Hawky. ALSO I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY FELIX! HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE SAME FACE AS MY PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL! 😡I don't care his reasons, I really don't. He's no victim in any way to do this! "I've lost everything!" "You haven't lost me." "Why don't you just give up on me? I've lost all the Miraculous, I'm the worst guardian ever! I wanted to control everything, I didn't listen to you, I lied to you, I kept you at a distance! Every time you offered me a helping hand, I never took it. I really made a mess of everything!" "M'lady..." AS HE OFFERS HER HIS HAND! THIS IS WHY HE'S HER PARTNER! Because despite it all, no matter what she says or does or why she does them and whether or not he knows the reasons, he'll still be there for her without question. COUP DE FOUDRE?! It's the same kind of scene! THE SAME LOOK ON HER FACE! And she's accepting his help now! Which I hope means she'll tell him about the things she didn't want to before. Now it's just them again, she needs him! "We're going to get them back one by one, until the very last. We'll make sure this never happens again!" S5 plot right here! A lot of Ladynoir time getting those Miraculous back x333 "You...and me?" "You, the best superhero there ever was. Them, the people of Paris. ...And me, your loyal partner." I'm CRYING!!! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! This ending is just... beyond wow. It's beautiful, the writing's amazing, Chat Noir's so cool. IS IT TIME FOR SEASON 5 YET?! PLEASE?! The ending is very satisfying but also I need to see things get better because these kids have been through so much pain. I need to see Hawk Moth defeated because this is just beyond disgusting at this point what he's doing. I need to see Ladynoir/Adrienette get closer and finally end up together please. Here's hoping July really is the premiere of S5, if not sooner somehow!

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summary: in a world where soulmates can communicate through their minds, each one of the boys find their own through a series of events that change their life forever. one as a hopeful romantic that wished for a life with his loved one, one as a boy who had found his soulmate years in advance to all of his friends, one as a quiet theater usher who watched his love like a movie, and one who waited for his soulmate painfully till the very end. it’s a dangerous game, but a lovely one, one that brings out the deepest insecurities of some, while it brings out the beauty in others. is it something they all can handle?