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𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ♡ 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 ₊⊹

CRY BABY ♡⊹ (( bang chan )) mdni ♡ part five ♡ FIC MASTERLIST ౨ৎ₊˚

Chapters:

9: tag, you're it ((word count: 6.7k))

10: milk and cookies ((word count: 1.7k))

current warnings: smut, dom!chris, daddy kink, oral sex, short suggestive x nsfw link, nipple play, slightly dacryphilia, masturbation, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, use of dreg nicknames.

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NINE: tag, you're it

grabbed my hand, pushed me down, took the words right out my mouth ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

🔗later for the narrative.

Chris’s beloved little princess did spectacular, after the little recital, she nervously went backstage, finding Felix focused and ready to go, Celeste smiled at Felix sweetly, wishing him luck and whispering a little thank you, to which he flirtatiously replied winking at her and saying “You're welcome, anytime, pretty girl, you played wonderful”. He went out to give his concert while she was undecided whether to stay there to see him… or go see Chris, of which she didn't have to consider it anymore, she needed to see him, her heart was still pounding and the fleeting thought she had earlier in her dressing room, it didn't leave her head for a second… she wondered if this was how love worked, if she could fall in love so fast with someone and if it's something feasible; she had no idea but she was crazy living under pressure and in the world where everyone wants to have a specific label for something, she just knew that it felt so good to be by his side, and that he listened to her like no one else ever had before. So she didn't want to lose him, she wanted to be with him, hold him, and if things warranted other more mature situations, she would gladly do it, he made her feel at peace and he pleased her so well sexually, she felt she had it all after her sad life with a bad streak of more unfortunate events.

She asked someone from Felix's team where to direct her to, so she could get out to the seats in the audience, to which they politely helped her and in the crowd she tried to find her seat, after a couple of minutes she finally saw Chris sitting down, paying attention to Felix, looking so cute concentrating with his profile where his nose and full lips predominated, she softly apologized to the people as she got in line for the early interruption by obstructing their view so she could get to her seat, Celeste caught the attention of the three boys as she stood nearby, and didn't notice Hyunjin was there, she had forgotten she invited him, so the available seat was next to him and not next to Chris, Hyunjin had the wrong seat but he came so animatedly to sit next to his teacher that he completely forgot about it; Celeste quickly saw Chris and then Hyunjin who saw her sweetly smiling to which she returned the gesture, Chris also looked at her sweetly, almost holding back his urge to stand up and go with her to hug her, but his expression changed completely when he saw that her eyes were set on Hyunjin, Celeste sat down quickly so as not to obstruct anyone's view and leaned a little to discreetly look at Chris who, annoyed changed his relaxed countenance and concentrated on the concert, Chris couldn't help it, he was very possessive when it came to his sweet girl.

Hyunjin didn't remove his soft smile and leaned a little towards her to whisper:

“Who did you arrive with? I have something for you in my car to join me later.”

She felt her blood pressure drop... didn't know what to say to him to which she just nodded with a smile. She didn't know how to tell him that she was seeing someone… much less would she ever have the courage to tell him that that someone is the man sitting next to him, who is also his teacher.

Chris noticed the small murmur between them, to which he reacted by clenching his fists. The show ended, little by little the four of them stood up… Celeste was nervous, she didn't know how to suddenly leave without Hyunjin noticing that Chris led them here.

“Can I borrow her for a second” Hyunjin referred to Celeste's younger brother.

He grimaced in approval, “I'll wait for you outside” Blake spoke, but remembered that Chris was driving, “Or… we'll wait for you guys at…” Celeste watched in panic as her brother went to address Chris, who looked serious and annoyed and more so knowing that she was going to follow Hyunjin.

“It's okay, I won't be long” Celeste abruptly interrupted him, turning her back to them and walking out of the row of seats.

Chris watched her go, as Celeste tried to keep her distance by walking abreast as Hyunjin tried to shorten it.

He guided her to the spot in the parking lot where his car was and quickly pulled a bouquet of flowers out of it, completely surprising her.

“Congratulations on your first big concert! Well it was practically Felix's, but you still did great, playing by yourself among so many people” Hyunjin told her, giving her his gift.

Celeste smiled sweetly at him… it was the first sweet gesture and gift a boy had ever given her. Still she kept thinking about Chris… but she had to take it, he was after all, her friend. Celeste questioned if she could have male friends, it sounded absurd but she was so aware of little details when two people are 'together' such as, having friendships of the opposite sex, the little jealousies among other things.

“Thank you Hyunjin, they are very beautiful… you shouldn't have…” she replied genuinely, taking the bouquet from him, gently caressing his hand.

“Don't say that, it's just… something small” he laughed softly, “You're coming with your brother? Do you want us to drop him off and go… somewhere else?” he suggested slightly nervously.

She bit her lip nervously, if she went out with him, Chris would be upset, if she said no, he might feel embarrassed and rejected… she thought for a second, would her daddy really be upset or would he act sweetly telling her something like sure, honey, but don't do something you should be sorry for? Celeste widened her smile and nodded.

“I have to… tell my parents, just wait, not for me, but… for Blake” she lied.

And with a nervous giggle Celeste turned slightly away from Hyunjin, so unsure about calling Chris. But she did.

“What's wrong, are you okay?” answered Chris exalted as soon as he took the call.

She turned and saw Hyunjin, a little afraid that even with that distance he might hear her, to which she thought to say confidently.

“Daddy… Can I go with Hyunjin, it's just that… he invited me to… dinner” she spoke nervously.

Chris held back from reacting, as your brother was also near him; he let out a frustrated and annoyed sigh, which she noticed instantly. Hyunjin only thought that maybe she really did have strict parents who were busy enough not to show up for their daughter's recital.

“It's okay” he tried to sound calm, “I'll take Blake home.”

And Celeste listened as he abruptly hung up on her. She walked toward Hyunjin, with the faint feeling that she had done something wrong…

“So… let's go get Blake…” he added.

“Oh no, he found some friends to drop him off at the house, don't worry he's a big boy now.”

Hyunjin smiled narrowing his eyes and holding back the urge to grab her waist, so he just opened the door for her.

“There's a new restaurant nearby, come on I'll buy you dinner” he spoke sweetly once inside his car.

On the other hand, despite being furious, Chris found a way to act the best he could with her brother, as he really liked Celeste and was going to try his best to get into her world and look good, so he started with small steps like her brother. Chris talked animatedly with him on the ride over and dropped him off all the way home, while Blake thought how hard Chris was really trying, for his sister to end up going off with another guy, Blake thought how funny that little drama was, and how not long ago he didn't know any suitors for his sister, now she had a boy and a man claiming her.

Chris hanging up that call said curtly to him, “Your sister will leave with the boy but I'm leaving you at home, don't worry, I'm heading to mine too” Blake was surprised that she suddenly became something he never thought would happen, a pretty girl playing with men's feelings.

Chris entered his home, furious and without even any message from his beloved; he had already thought about the scenario, that if she was going with him anyway, Chris had to pretend to be her polite neighbor and teacher leaving her all the way to her house so she couldn't be at his, however he already planned to see her from his window while he filled her with cute messages, so funny and cute… but she decided to put him to the test. Chris furious slid the curtains and tried to fall asleep, not before sending her a message himself 'Let me know when you've arrived home', but just these moments he didn't want to see her. He thought he had to teach her a good lesson and teach her a couple of rules, that she couldn't possibly walk around to just any kid.

Celeste had a nice night with Hyunjin and she had to insist him to take her home as soon as possible, she saw all Hyunjin's intentions to spend more time with her and this time she had to refuse, she was not so naive as to fall and not realize the slight signals Hyunjin was giving her, so she had to subtly stop him, she was so brainwashed, she was madly devoted to Chris.

However, she was so worried, the rest of the night he didn't pay so much attention to her and she immediately recognized the annoying tone of his voice, making it deeper, when she was half way to her house she received a message from him, so curt and sudden. Once she got home she went upstairs to her room, she considered it was a bit late to reply to Chris so she waited to see him at least asleep, or something, but to her surprise his dark curtain obstructed the view. Chris couldn't even sleep and noticed her light on, sneaking slightly through a small opening in his curtain. 11:47, what the fuck did she do with Hyunjin for so long?

The next morning nothing changed, just Celeste trying to sneak out so her brother wouldn't quite see that she was heading towards Bang to take her to college, she looked at him, looking so handsome but so serious, his eyes drooping and his mouth not moving at all with his lips tightly together, just a little twinkle in his eyes that she noticed as soon as he saw her.

“Good morning daddy” she told him cheerfully, she really missed him she thought she had to talk to him because he looked angry.

Chris looked at her and only, opened the door for her, without even saying any words; Celeste noticed, no more sweet questions if she had breakfast or any tender smiles… he really was upset. Chris wanted to spend the night with her, convince her to sneak away and go with him to give her the sweetest reward for her effort in playing by herself in a venue among so many people… but she had chosen to leave with another damn man, Chris clenched the steering wheel just thinking about it, why did the women he was with have so little respect for him?

“Chris… are you upset?” plucked up the courage to say Celeste, knowing exactly the answer.

Chris tensed his jaw and flared his nostrils, feeling like stopping his car in its tracks and giving her a good spanking right there and then.

“Oh well, the girl I like runs off with another guy at the end of the night standing me up, what do you think?” mumbled Chris without turning to look at her.

“I'm really sorry Chris, I didn't know what to do I was in a difficult situation” she argued quickly exploding with a high pitched almost whining tone, begging for forgiveness.

Chris was upset, every muscle in him was affected after hearing her whine and in that tone that she wasn't calling him daddy it felt so wrong to him, she could whine all she wanted, in a way it made him so hard.

“Oh yeah?” he replied astounded, intimidated and incredulous, “So hard was it to tell him you couldn't leave with him and wait for him to leave to get in my damn car?” the stoplight turned red, he stopped the car short making Celeste sway to the front a little from the impact; Chis turned to see her with such a piercing look, “Don't play innocent, to me it looked like you wanted to behave like a whore by going to another man.”

She sighed in surprise, her heart racing not knowing what to say. And enough time passed for Chris to start the car again.

“Are you going to be quiet? Is it true that you were slutting around with Hyunjin? You couldn't even send me a fucking message telling me that you got home, just one thing I asked you” he mumbled again annoyed, looking fleetingly towards her, who was weak and her body shrunken on the seat… there was something inside Chris that, uncontrollably was starting to make him horny, maybe because he was angry, or maybe it was satisfying him to see the fragile body of his companion undecided with fear.

Celeste looked at him and then averted her gaze to the front, she was having difficulty speaking because she suddenly felt intimidated by him and tried to explain herself, but as she spoke, her voice cracked and tears began to leak, sliding down her cheeks.

“N-no, it's not that… I have never been with a-anyone, I just…” she stammered trying to catch her breath, “Sorry, I just want you to understand me…”

That you understand that I really don't know how to react with a man, she wanted to say but the words wouldn't come out clearly. Celeste was so docile and easy to manipulate, she had never been flirted with someone before, that's why she is so submissive with Chris, he is all she knows about having a 'relationship' and she hated fighting with him and for him to suddenly yell seriously derogatory names in her face, no sexual stimulation involved, just him insulting her, was enough to detonate her crying.

There she was again, crying, not knowing how to control her emotions. She didn't like it at all that Chris was upset with her, but her personality wasn't strong enough to be bold with him and tell him loud and clear, at least not with him.

“Understand you?” interrupted Chris incredulously, thinking she was just slurring her speech as his eyes were still glued towards the road, “Understand you about what? You'd rather not look bad with another guy than with me? Is that how you're always going to act because then I should…”

Annoyed and raising his voice, Chris turned to look at her, Celeste sobbed and suddenly his muscles relaxed and he relaxed his face… he had made his sweet girl cry, she looked him in the eyes, her chest contracting sobbing harder as tears fell from her eyes, Chris wanted to stop the car and hug her, but at the same time he found for some reason so fucking arousing seeing her like this, hurting and helpless, what his cock throbbed hard, this time being fully hard so for some reason he got frustrated and angry and thought she wanted to manipulate him with her angelic face and sweet tears.

“Why the fuck are you crying?” he said to her annoyed, still with an ache in his chest, his soft spot for her was being so disturbed.

He would give anything to hold her, but he was so angry and blinded that she acted like a slut. Celeste sobbed, her nose was runny and she couldn't control her overload of emotions.

“It's just…” she whimpered, crying deeply forgetting what to say.

“Those tears aren't going to do it with me, I'm still mad, don't cry, look at you you're a fucking mess, a whole fucking cry baby, but yesterday you did act like a big girl by riding someone else's fucking cock” Chris blurted out.

Celeste's makeup was ruined and she sobbed harder, she had never seen him this angry, the veins in his neck popping.

Celeste whimpered, as soft whimpers came out of her mouth exciting Chris more.

“Fuck” he cursed through his teeth, turning his steering wheel to finally pull into the teachers's parking lot. He turned off the car and turned his body sharply to look at her, “I'm going to give you a real fucking reason to cry if you keep this up.”

He held her face with his big hands and watched her, he couldn't help but think she looked so pretty crying, the muscles in her forehead tense, her lips puffy and glossy in a little pout, her nose and cheeks red, oh shit, Chris wanted to treat her like a pretty fucktoy, a precious doll. Chris felt a twinge in his erection and in his chest out of guilt, at the thought that he wanted to fuck her pretty face in that state.

“Stop crying” he repeated again calmed down but still curt, pulling his hands away from her face and averting his gaze before he watched her more and cum in his pants. Chris sighed half-heartedly, totally turned on thinking about what the fuck he was going to do not to go out like this. Celeste tried to calm down, seeing Chris soften his countenance, as she sobbed loudly.

“I'm-seriously sorry, Chris.”

Celeste took a breath and looked all over the tense body of her companion, who wouldn't meet her eyes, she looked at him fully and her eyes were surprised to catch his incredibly noticeable bulge in his pants, completely aroused.

“W-why are you hard?” she stammered innocently.

She thought he was so angry that even the blood ran down to his cock.

“Why do you think?” he spat, because I'm close to you, he thought, “And? You think I'll take it off by myself? Go ahead, suck my cock and maybe I'll consider your forgiveness.”

Celeste was surprised by how rough his voice sounded, sure what he meant but not sure if he meant it as they were in the teachers only parking lot, there were already two cars around Chris's, she looked sideways startled.

“Do it” he demanded more desperately.

She sobbed again, trying to calm her heaving breath and told him with a frightened look, “But daddy, we're in the parking lot…”

Chris smiled sideways, “So… I don't see anyone around here, besides I don't think you were this much in denial with that fucking Hyunjin last night.”

“Daddy, nothing happened I swear,” she hastened to say tired of him suggesting something happened.

“Even worse, you didn't fuck him you just had a romantic night” he added hurt.

Chris was only telling her that kind of comments to annoy her because if he really finds out that she was with someone else, this time it would really break his heart, he had her on such a high pedestal. On the other hand, Celeste reacted quickly as she didn't like to see Chris sad, so she leaned over without thinking about him, dropping her hands on his cock.

“No, daddy, I only want you” she whispered close to his face, her nose still runny and her cheeks glowing.

Chris moaned as he held her close and pressed his erection, “Fuck, then show me how much you want me, how much you choose daddy over any other fucking idiot.”

“Yes, daddy” she replied submissively without a second thought.

Their only advantage was that there was a wall in front of them and, unless the owners of the car right away showed up they would be completely seen and displayed; Chris didn't care, he just thought about feeling her sweet lips around his cock. Celeste pulled down the zipper of Chris's pants, suddenly she was so excited by the adrenaline of not being discovered; he quickly helped her, removing the safety belt lifting his hips and pulling down his pants and underwear finally freeing Chris's detonating cock so well standing, Celeste swallowed and brought her hands directly over his entire length masturbating him.

“Ahh, fuck, just like that, make me cum fast, we don't want to give them a fucking free show.”

She looked into his eyes, so bright and with her makeup destroyed and nodded animatedly at him ready to follow all his directions; she ran her hands all over his textured length for a few seconds as she watched Chris's body twitch and whimper softly, he was so needy, he wanted to fuck her sweet doll's face and throat like she'd never been fucked before.

“Go ahead, baby, c'mon, c'- ahh, fuck” Chris moaned, encouraging her to take his cock in her mouth to which she did, subtly licking his red tip driving him crazy, “Get on your knees all the way, ah, there you go.”

Celeste did, and because she was a bit of a people pleaser, and more so if it was Chris, she unbuckled her seatbelt, placed herself on her knees in her seat and directed her body towards Chris's center, causing the midline of her tight denim jeans to press against her pussy, to which she moaned in pleasure and began to delicately move back and forth pleasuring herself; as she began sucking hard on her teacher's cock, her formerly slightly slimy cavity from her crying met Chris's erect cock, the grotesque sound of his sex colliding with her mouth and fluids echoing, along with their moans; Chris bit his lower lip and grabbed her hair, while his other hand gently groped her whole body, from her back to her buttocks, gently spanking and rubbing her pussy with friction from her jeans. Celeste took Chris's cock, sucking it painstakingly, up and down in an exquisite rhythm as she gasped between it; he watched her, her head buried in his cock giving it her all as he stroked her back under her blouse.

“Ah fuck, look at you all slutty taking my cock so early” he gasped, pulling on her hair and helping her with her licking and sucking, pushing her a little, “Ah shit, you suck cock like a fucking whore, what the fuck feels so good” Chris whimpered throwing his head back enjoying every second of the action.

Chris's hand went to her pussy, trapped in her jeans and rubbed and squeezed it hard turning her more horny, she gasped and without warning felt Chris's grip in her hair getting heavier and heavier, deepening until it reached her throat, Chris let out a scream and Celeste felt her mouth being wide open, again she began to cry, out of breath, Chris began to delicately ram her throat as he held her tightly by her hair; he was so close.

“Fuck, I'm gon-na cum in your throat you fucking slut, oh fuck.”

His poor student was breathless, her eyes watering and with his balls rubbing against her lips and chin, the tip of her nose gently rubbing his thigh, she really was in deep. Chris whimpered in exasperation, shuddering and cumming in her mouth, pushing her away once he cummed because he knew she was struggling for air; Chris hadn't finished cumming, so little drops of semen shot out until they ran down his entire length. Chris saw her, in a few moments, he had her the way he wanted her, with her face so red and flustered, her mouth being a mess from his cum and her bright eyes and cheeks, he couldn't hold back, he came hard again, at the same time her frail body was so aroused, breathing heavily with her pussy throbbing with intensity.

"Oh come here” he told her to which she confusedly pulled her body closer, to which he quickly found the edge of her blouse, to which she backed away unsure, “Come on baby, let me see your nice tits” he moaned giving her kisses on her neck.

“B-but daddy, they can discover…” gasped Celeste slowly giving in as Chris kissed her neck and fondled her breasts under her blouse.

“Shhh” Chris whispered to her, giving her a small kiss on the lips and pulling away from her to remove her blouse and bra.

Chris left her breasts fully exposed, he tasted his lips and moved to one of her breasts to catch it with his mouth, making her gasp as she watched his dirty act, kissing and sucking it delicately all over her tit, while his other hand squeezed another breast.

“Oh, fuck, they're so soft, baby” gasped Chris between her breasts breathing hard, so crazy to taste her soft young skin.

Chris removed his hand from her other breast and took her hand, leading her to his penis, enticing her to masturbate him. Celeste felt Chris's big, throbbing sex in her hand and began to masturbate it, making her wetter, she was a mess, her vision was blurred and blinded by so much pleasure that she didn't give a fuck if someone knocked on his window revealing them, she didn't want to stop with Chris's naughty tongue on her nipples and his gentle, loud sucking; Chris directed his free hand to the center of her tight pants, once again rubbing it hard so she could feel his touches. Celeste arched her back and moaned, so desperate for her throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, why aren't you wearing a skirt today?” gasped Chris thickly between her breasts.

“S-sorry, daddy” she replied in between breaths.

Chris was so close once again to her delicate touches on his cock, her small hand taking his entire broad length up and down, occasionally tentatively stroking his testicles and glans.

“Shit, I'll buy you every fucking skirt in the world so you'll never wear pants again, baby, you look beautiful in your little skirts” she blushed as she heard him say that, but gasped loudly as she felt his movements roughen with the friction of her pants, “You'll have to cum like a total slut in your pants, or not cum, it's your choice, but I'll stop soon, and you're not allowed to touch yourself when we get out of here.”

“I'm cummiing, daddy”she went ahead to say, almost in a squeal, her body contracted and released in an orgasm amidst Chris's rubbing and sucking and licking on her breasts.

He smiled contentedly still resenting every movement of her hand on his cock, “Oh, fuck, daddy's cumming too, keep going with that slutty hand” he panted.

He cummed a second time, making a mess on her hand, to which he said, still shaken - tired from foreplay, fully ready to fuck her, but holding back all his desire, “Taste daddy's cum, little slut.”

With trembling hands and without thinking, almost automatically, Celeste brought her hand to her mouth, licking it and scooping up Chris's cum with her tongue as she looked into his eyes.

“And don't think I've forgiven you with this… we still have a lot to talk about at home” he claimed once again dominant and with his piercing gaze.

[…]

Chris's class passed normally, only he could not help but give Hyunjin a disapproving glance or two, he still noticed that Celeste did her best to stay away from him which made him happy. In their practices, he was strict and merely professional, he had no intentions of initiating anything and she noticed it… she felt a little sad, she was just enjoying her sweet and tender daddy, an unconventional relationship, but something she felt good about and now… he was strangely angry when she practically begged him that it wouldn't happen again.

Still the drive to his house was silent, she was somewhat nervous but she had faith that Chris would behave sweetly with her again and could understand her but… she was so embarrassed to confess to him that she was completely inexperienced in sex and in a way she felt proud every time she made him feel so good that he complimented her.

They both walked into Chris's house and… he in a way was so happy that he could finally have her always, literally, he would drop her off at college, pick her up from there and then they would head to his house where she had to spend hours since she agreed to work for him, Chris enjoyed every part of it, to always have her near him, to know every single thing she did, a somewhat insane feeling he only developed with her unexplainable, he wanted to be her shadow and breathe her sweet scent every damn second.

He ran his entire tongue across his mouth, savoring the sweet silhouette on her back.

“Time to work, let's go to the studio” Chris spoke curtly as he advanced his pace to the room.

She followed him, waiting for him to speak, but once again they entered in silence. Celeste bit her lip nervously, taking all the initiative to say:

“I can't stop talking to Hyunjin… he's my friend, but just that, seriously, he's leaving at the end of the semester anyway, it's not that deep.”

Chris, who was arranging a couple of things on his laptop at the desk turned to look at her, his eyes widening in disbelief that she would insist on bringing it up. Celeste contracted her body, intimidated by his stare. He blinked suddenly still in disbelief.

“If it's not that deep, then you can cut that friendship easily, anyways.”

She pouted, she really didn't want to listen to Chris on this one, Hyunjin was her only friend in college and the only person who softened her tired study days, until she met Chris, but she still wanted to keep having Chris close.

“Please don't…” she started to complain in her typical high-pitched, almost whining tone, Chris picked up on that fact from her so quickly.

He moved closer to her, interrupting her and leaving her breathless.

“If you want to talk nice to him, I don't care” Chris snapped, but lied, of course he cared, “But don't give the boy false hope and tell him once and for all that you're mine. I can't stand to see him flirting with you.”

She couldn't believe what she was really hearing and in a way she found him 10 times more attractive by being possessive of her.

“I don't think it was necessary to teach you a lesson but now I think you do need one.” Chris said.

Lesson… she repeated in her head not knowing what exactly he would fall back on as her mind was not in a sexual mode just then.

“Will you make it easy or hard, babygirl?”

“What…?”

“Will you get on my lap for me to spank you or are you going to refuse?”

The question puzzled her and she instantly understood where that was all headed.

“Mmm, I'll obey you, daddy” she stammered a little.

Chris smiled broadly and let himself flop down on the couch, taking her hand so that she was facing him and undressing her leaving only her pussy and ass exposed. She moaned, at the sensation of him touching her.

“Lay down so I can hit your ass better, babygirl” he commented in a thick voice, she bit her lip in excitement.

Her body filled with shocks of sexual pleasure every time he touched her with another intention and when she was naked for him, she was already starting to get wet. Celeste almost in a whisper obeyed him, rubbing her abdomen under his thighs, practically giving her ass to Chris for his disposal.

He caressed her ass and couldn't resist caressing her pussy as well and so excitedly whispered to her:

“How many spanks can your precious ass take, little slut” he said with a husky voice, giving her a light spank, making her body react strongly, “Say a number” he ordered her.

She replied without thinking, “Eight.”

Chris let out a small chuckle, “I was thinking double of that, you seriously think you can handle that few?”

She sighed, inwardly cursing herself for being so turned on, every time she was like this with Chris it drove her crazy, her body so vibrant and aroused, she even went so far as to unknown herself, she thought that when she was with him maybe she did turn into a little slut he so highly acclaimed.

“Count them and the more it hurts I just want you to remember not to do things that you think will make daddy mad, or else you know what awaits you when you get home” Chris warned her, so dominant and between his teeth as he continued to caress her ass, “Answer everything I tell you and confirm you did understand.”

“Yes, daddy, yes, I mustn't make you mad” she blurted out in exasperation at the sudden sensation of his other hand caressing her pussy and gently inserting a finger, sliding all over her wet insides.

“You're already so wet for daddy, aren't you pretty slut? Look at you so needy” gasped Chris with pleasure as he felt the tightness of her soft walls squeeze his finger.

“I'm so wet, mm” she gasped she was so needy and enjoying his long fingers rubbing her folds hard as her hole was stimulated and pleasured.

Celeste was enjoying her pussy being pleasured and without expecting it, her first harsh and loud spank, making her whimper.

“One” she moaned with bated breath.

And Chris continued to pound her ass. Smack, smack… smack… smack. After each spanking he stroked her skin a little and continued his violent action; making her body lose strength, twitch with intensity at each stroke as she whimpered in pain and pleasure, Chris now dared to insert three fingers, opening wide her entrance to his pleasure. He was so aroused and satisfied at each sharp moan coming out of her agonized body, until the poor girl counted 25, dropping his whole heavy hand, leaving her buttocks a deep red.

“Stand up, princess” he commanded, withdrawing his fingers from her.

She sore, did so, Chris stood up and grabbed her tightly carrying her, “Let's go somewhere where I can fuck you more comfortably” he whispered in her ear, leading her to his room.

On the way, Celeste admired him, his handsome face close and shyly caressed his strong arms with his pronounced biceps, she smiled tenderly at him lost in the arms of her adored Chris and completely forgetting her throbbing pain in her ass, not having the slightest idea that his intentions were not so sweet. Chris let her lie down on his bed to quickly pull down his pants and underwear, without even letting Celeste process a little, she sighed at the sight of his detonating cock so stimulated and bit her lip softly nervously as she realized what was in store for her.

He approached her, babbling softly, “Take off the rest of your clothes”; she once again submissively obeyed him, leaving herself naked in front of him, one of Chris's favorite things to see, who passionately began kissing her neck all the way down to her breasts while with his hand he took his large cock to rub it on her throbbing, wet pussy, to which she groaned in response.

“Use your words, princess, say if you want daddy to fuck you” he whispered in such a low tone, brushing his straight nose across her skin and giving her small, lazy kisses as he teased her further by rubbing his length hard into her throbbing, soft pussy.

“Yes, daddy, please fuck me” she squealed in desperation.

He leaned close to her ear again and whispered almost in warning, “I want you to enjoy every second of my cock, you little slut because this will be the last time you feel it for a while, your punishment will be that I won't touch you until I decide it's over. And you are not allowed to touch yourself until I tell you. Understood?” spat Chis in annoyance, the vein exalted in his strong, broad neck.

“Yes daddy.”

Celeste couldn't think straight, she was feeling the wide tip of Chris's cock stretching her entrance, causing her both pleasure and pain, more pain than pleasure, her poor pussy was still such a first timer and Chris had no idea, nor did he want to know, just the thought of someone else touching what was his made him furious. She was his, his little angel, innocently acting like a bad girl, Chris thought she was so evil without realizing it, she was disguised under that tender angelic face, but every touch of her was his ruin, he was incredibly obsessed by every particle of her and he realized knowing that the slightest thing would ignite him into fury, he wanted her so much just for himself that if it was possible he would keep her in his house at his disposal, he would teach her everything, he would buy her everything. .. he didn't understand where such an atrocious feeling and thought came from but it made him feel so fucking good.

He slid his whole cock in forcefully, causing them both to gasp loudly, Celeste remembered he broke his promise by saying he would never do it without protection again, but she was so turned on that the feeling of his bare cock made her hornier, she felt every throb of his swollen sex inside hers, while Chris enjoyed her insides squeezing his cock hard, shrinking it as it was so big in her conduit, forcing it to touch her bottom.

Chris grabbed her waist and pulled away to witness her entrance wide open with his cock buried in her, as he began to move hard in and out, lifting him to fucking heaven.

“Oh fuck, what a fucking thight pussy, you little slut, and it's all mine.”

Chris began ramming her mercilessly but never wantonly, nimbly enjoying his cock sliding frantically into her tight walls, making her enjoy it too in a slightly painful way, him panting, licking and biting his lips, lost between lust and the violent sound of their wetness and sexes collapsing, making her whimper as he stirred every part of her core and loins.

“Fuck” gasped Chris in exasperation, gripping her waist tighter, “You like it when I treat you like this, huh, like my fucking fucktoy? You're such a fucking shameless slut.”

“Yes, daddy” she whimpered just thinking about the burning sensation of her insides being filled and pounded hard.

Chris grabbed her wrists with one hand, pulling them over her head Celeste kept her eyes on Chris, his concentrated expression of pleasure and his body working as he frantically moved his torso, and at times moving his hips, but ramming her with such intensity and force that every moan was ragged and her tits jiggled with every thrust; she arched her back, so ready for her orgasm and Chris whimpered as he resented her so close, her walls squeezing his cock even more.

“Ahh, like that, just like that, cum on daddy's cock as I fuck you hard, you dirty slut” he moaned, pleased to see her body shuddering and struggling to orgasm.

Celeste opened her mouth, letting out a small choked cry as she finally let her tense muscles go, cumming hard; Chris continued in her, so deep, seeing stars as he felt her sex fill with his warm fluid.

“I'm going to cum inside your tight pussy so you always know you're mine” moaned Chris, on the verge of his climax, penetrating a couple of times, until he cummed intensely inside her.

Celeste moaned as she felt Chris's cum shoot inside her, filling her completely. Chris gasped, still shaken, pulled out roughly from her entrance and pushed her body away, causing her to whimper a little and he watched with fascination her throbbing orifice spurting out each other's cum, covering her in glistening white.

“Look at that little pussy full of daddy's cum, just like it always should be” Chris added in a husky voice.

He moved closer to her, holding her cheeks tightly to kiss her fiercely still she without catching her breath and, pulled away again.

“Clean up all the mess you left. I'll wait for you in the studio, we have work to do” he blurted out, rearranging his pants and leaving his room.

Celeste was still shaking, she was sore and without her thoughts clear, she stirred painfully in his bed and as she managed to calm down a bit, she finally thought about what the fuck she had gotten herself into by accepting to be with Chris. She loved him but… the way he was touching her made her so needy and craving and panting for sex, she didn't know if she liked it or disliked it a little. Suddenly she felt so alone, without any sweet care after the rough sex with her core destroyed and her feelings began to fill her so much until she broke free in tears, her contracting abdomen aching every time she sobbed loudly, thinking she wanted to be around Chris's arms, not just his cock.

TEN: milk and cookies

ooh, honey do you want me now? can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It had been more than a week since Chris told her he wouldn't touch her and took it for granted, more than a week after she cried in his room. Celeste thought she could stand it, not all the time she had to be having sex… and she was slightly angry with herself because she decided to play along, no flirting, no hitting on him even once; however, what she resented and missed the most was his affection, since that day Chris had limited himself to being merely nice to her, acting as her teacher and her neighbor. No touching, no kissing, no saying nice things to each other, no messages, much less no more nights of him peeping at her through the window, or so she thought since Chris had mastered the art of hiding, he had to make sure of every single thing she did, her daily routine before going to bed, absolutely everything.

Celeste was particularly in need of attention that Friday, she couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't stand to see him so cute and attractive and just living off the memories she felt being in his arms, when she had him right in front of her.

“Can you pay attention to what we're doing?” said Chris concentrating on his screen in front of him as he noticed her gaze on him, she didn't let him out of her sight for a moment.

Chris was out of his mind, not having her was a nightmare, but he had to resist and play hard to get so she could understand.

“And why don't we do something else together?” she said sweetly, finally after long, catching his attention and turning to look at her, making Celeste uncontrollably happy just to have his eyes on her, “It's been a while, I really understood my lesson… please…” she spoke sadly and regretfully.

Chris leaned back in his swivel chair and looked at her for a few long seconds.

“Okay, let's do something. Go to that couch” he ordered pointing his head at the couch in the middle of his studio.

She bit her lip and walked a few steps to it.

“Take off your skirt and panties” he ordered again, expectantly with a dark look on his face.

She shook her head softly in disbelief… she understood what he wanted but that it was so sudden made it… impressive. Celeste followed his instructions hoping that if they had sex at least there would be intimacy and closeness, she could finally feel his body close.

“I want you to take that cushion and start riding it.”

“What?” she said in disbelief at his request.

“Take that cushion and rub it on your pussy” he explained again, pointing with his eyebrows at the cushion behind her.

She looked at the cushion and then looked at him and had no choice but to obey him, she wasn't in the position to disregard him, Chris didn't look at all nice right now and he made it very clear to her what happened when she didn't obey what he said.

Chris licked his lips and watched animatedly as she positioned the cushion between her legs, touching her sensitive pussy.

“Move over” he added.

Oh, Chris was enjoying it, every little detail of their little private show, fantasizing she can ride dick so well, Celeste began to rub herself, going gently in and out, exquisitely rubbing her folds, she felt so embarrassed that Chris had her doing such activity, but she was so turned on that she closed her eyes enjoying herself and her restless hand went to her clitoris to better touch herself.

“Don't touch yourself” Chris interrupted in a deep voice.

“Sorry, daddy” she whispered, snapping her out of her trance to open her eyes.

She was faced with the sizzling scene of Chris sitting in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched her closely and with desire, which made her blush. Celeste continued, resting her hands on the couch to sway more intensely, she felt so dirty and needy giving Chris a show as he masturbated watching her, speeding up her movements more, finding herself totally stimulated by the image of him pulling his cock for her; Celeste gasped, so close to climaxing, he noticed and breathily said to her:

“C'mon, babygirl, cum in that pillow for me, you like rubbing your pussy, aren't you?”

She gasped in response and cummed, showing Chris her pretty, typical face when she cums, making him smile sideways. He stood up and moved closer to her, stroking her hair and face as he looked at her sweetly, her eyes sparkled as she noticed the way he was looking at her, as he hadn't done it like that in a while, Celeste tried to ignore his detonating cock near her, she settled her body so she was facing him, dropping her body on the cushion, not taking her eyes off him for a second and enjoying every moment of his thumb stroking her cheek.

“Now help me and just use your hands” he whispered softly, to which she without thinking and with her heart racing, directed her hands and sight to his cock just to see him happy, “Look at me” he asked her as he continued to caress her face and gasped subtly.

She began to get aroused again as she masturbated Chris but she was so happy to look at him sweetly as he caressed her face.

“You look so pretty doing anything” he tried to say quietly, but the accelerated movements on his cock made him groan, Chris was close.

Celeste smiled mischievously as the vein in Chris's neck began to show more and his countenance changed to one completely yielding to her touch.

“Are you about to cum daddy?” she asked him innocently staring up at him.

“Fuck, yeah, ahh” whimpered Chris slightly shuddering as he felt all of his cum spurt out his sensitive tip.

Chris took some of it and moved closer to her, making her suck on his finger with his cum, it drove him crazy that she wouldn't look away from him for a second.

“Now you're being a good girl” he murmured in a thick voice with a smile.

She leaned over to Chris, also with a small innocent smile on her pretty blushing face, ready to give him a tender kiss but he rejected her, pulling back slightly and standing up quickly.

Her eyes didn't once clear from him, in one nimble movement he rearranged his cock back into his underwear and shorts.

“Go and clean yourself quickly, we still have work to do, the cushion I'll wash it later, I'll also go to the bathroom” he told her curtly, making her feel absolutely unloved.

And she watched him go, with sad eyes almost about to cry, she felt dirty, an object to be nothing but discarded and just to please him sexually, he hadn't paid attention to her in over a week and the first thing that comes to his mind was such an act, Celeste felt trapped and incredibly upset and depressed. She thought she had to get out of there fast or she would end up crying if she looked at him again, she loved him so much that it hurt her not to be able to have something normal with him.

She stood up, got dressed and ran to the guest bathroom with her heart racing, she cleaned herself up, trying her hardest not to cry, she was about to tell him she had to leave but ran into him right in the middle of the hallway to go back to his studio, she quickly averted her gaze so abruptly that he noticed.

“I have to go” she told him.

“What?” replied Chris puzzled, “You can't leave, you're working, remember?”

Celeste didn't think she was capable of enduring late into the night so she could go home, she didn't want to see him, she wanted to get away so badly, she didn't even want to go home.

“I-I have homework” she lied getting a little tongue-tied as she spoke.

“I told you to bring everything you have to do with you to do it here” Chris replied almost scolding her and moving closer to her, so she backed up a few steps, he frowned confused and shook his head slightly as he always does when he's not understanding the situation, “Go home and bring your stuff and do it here” he demanded.

But Chris had a feeling it was about something else, there was something about her. Celeste knew that if she went home and didn't come back she would upset him more. She sighed in frustration and finally looked him in the eye.

“I just want to leave, I don't feel good.”

“Is something wrong with you? Why don't you let me take care of you? I bet you'll be home alone” Chris spoke hurriedly and worriedly.

She looked at him incredulously because he suddenly dropped his serious man role, he said:

“Something has to happen to me for you to worry about me?” he looked at her more confused and she, almost about to cry, continued exploding, “It's not fair, I've stopped talking to Hyunjin, I've been rude to him to come here and you won't even talk to me.”

Chris watched her again, stunned and about to cry, her pretty eyes starting to water, but he couldn't process if her crying was because she had to stop talking to her friend or because of Chris's behavior itself, before he could say anything, she continued,

“You can give me my stuff another day, but I have to go” she turned around, all her belongings were in Chris's studio.

Celeste was so sensitive lately, her mother came home again and the only thing she considered a nice escape was just hours of being next to Chris acting so curt and cold to her.

Chris went after her and held her tightly by her wrist, “Don't you dare walk away” he mumbled annoyed, but Celeste released a held back sob, to which he quickly changed his attitude, “Talk to me.”

She couldn't take it and began to cry again. She didn't understand where so many emotions came from when she was with him. Chris couldn't bear to see her like this and felt so guilty, unable to think that she had taken it all so personally, maybe she was more fragile than he had in mind.

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hrtsvivis · 3 months

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𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔

lee felix x fem!reader

summary: felix ignores y/n due to a fight they had. Will this be the breaking point of their relationship or will they figure out everything

requested by: @arikazu

Felix had stormed out, and since returning, he had barely looked at you. His silent treatment was more painful than any words could have been. He was obviously ignoring you, which made you very sad. No words were spoken, only a few quick glares. The silence between them was deafening. Soon enough, hours turned into a whole day. No conversations. All of this was breaking your heart. Your chest felt tight with worry and hurt. It was like someone stabbed you in the heart. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Felix—his laughter, his warmth, the way he’d look at them with those deep, expressive eyes. But now those eyes were filled with coldness and distance. You thought about talking with him, but you were unsure how he would react and if he would even want to hear you out. You have never ever felt more alone.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The room was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the heated argument that had erupted just a few hours earlier. Everything seemed to be blurry due to the tears falling down her face. Felix's words still echoed in Y/N's mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. The fight had started over something unimportant, but it had quickly escalated into a storm of hurtful words and harsh truths.

Finally, the front door creaked open, and Felix walked in, his face set in a mask of indifference. He glanced at you for a second, then looked away, heading straight to the bedroom without a word. How long will this continue - you thought. The heartbreaking pain was even stronger after seeing him go away like that. You couldn't take this anymore so you decided to follow him.

“Felix" You began softly, standing at the doorway of the bedroom.

He didn’t turn around, just kept unpacking his bag. “What?”

“Can we talk?” Your voice wavered slightly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Felix replied, his tone flat. He obviously didn't want to have this conversation.

You felt a very hurt but pushed through it. "We can't keep doing this. Ignoring each other won't solve anything. It will only make it worse."

Felix turned to face you, his eyes tired and sad. "What do you want me to say, Y/N? That I'm sorry? Because I am. But it doesn't change the fact that we keep having the same arguments. Over and over again. I don't know what to do to fix all this.

Tears welled up in your eyes, vision blurry. "I just want us to be okay. I miss you, Felix. I miss us. I really do."

Felix's expression softened, the anger dissipating. "I miss us too," he admitted, his voice breaking. He looked like he was about to cry.

You both stood there, staring at each other, weight of their words hanging between you. Finally, Felix stepped forward, pulling Y/N into his arms. She clung to him, relief washing over her.

"We need to communicate better," Felix said, his voice muffled against her hair. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. But we can't keep going like this. We have to fix this. "

"I know," Y/N whispered. "We'll work on it. Together."

"Together" replied Felix kissing you on the top of your head.

It wouldn't be easy. They both knew that. But as they stood there, holding each other tightly, they realized that their love was worth fighting for. This wouldn't be the breaking point of their relationship. It would be the turning point, the moment they chose to face their problems head-on, together.

And in that embrace, they found hope. Hope for better future.

side note: really short but i honestly had no motivation writing this. Requests are still open so tell if you have

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bookishcarmela · 10 months

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Shadows of Affection

warnings: violence

Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 5: the new experiment

When you woke up, the sun hadn't yet risen, and as much as you wanted to stay in bed, you knew you had to get up. you sat up slowly, moving Coriolanus's arms off of you and getting out of bed. Corio shifted in discomfort before settling back in bed. You looked down at him for a second; even in his sleep, he never seemed to find peace. Though comfortable in bed, he still seemed to be in a state of internal turmoil, a raging war going on in his head. Turning away, You used the phone to call for your driver to take you home.

By the time you finally arrived home, the sun had risen. Entering the house, you were surprised to be greeted by Christa, who ran to you and checked you for injuries. "Ms., I've been waiting all night for you to come home. I had feared something awful had happened," she said, her voice shaky. "Your lord father is not pleased, not pleased at all. He has instructed me to tell you that you are to meet him in his office right after school."

That couldn't be good, you thought, but you weren't surprised. Christa kept checking you and looked like she was going to faint when she saw your bloodied uniform in your hand. "Christa," you said calmly, "it's okay. I'm alright, not injured, and I stayed the night at a friend's house. Everything is fine." Christa took a deep breath but still seemed uneasy. you gave her your uniform and went upstairs to your bedroom to clean up and get ready for school

you thankfully timed everything perfectly and made it out of the house on time, ensuring you wouldn't be late for anything. As you approached the Citadel, where Dr. Gaul's lab was held, you noticed the screen in front of the entrance coming alive with the events of the previous night. Again and again, they aired the tribute slitting Arachne’s throat, you arriving to help her, and the gunning down of the murderer.

you didn't notice it was you at first. It felt like you were watching this happen for the first time. you had tried your best to forget what happened yesterday, to push it all down until you couldn't feel it anymore. It normally worked, but now, watching Arachne die in your arms, it started to come back. you looked down at your hands and saw her blood, heard her pleas to save her, but you pushed it down again. You didn't have time to feel sad or afraid; you had work to do, people to take care of. Besides, you didn't know why you were acting this way. It wasn't the first time you saw someone die, not the first time you felt someone else's blood on your hands. You had seen worse, been through worse. So why did you feel this way? Maybe it's because you knew Arachne, had spent almost every day with her, knew her family. you shook your head, pushing all those thoughts away, and continued to the lab.

The Peacekeepers at the entrance didn't even bother to ID you anymore, having seen you come in almost every day. You stopped by the front desk to check for any mail for Dr. Gaul and, to your surprise, the Peacekeepers handed you the proposal that Coriolanus and you had crafted last night. He must have woken up shortly after you and dropped it off. you doubted anyone else would drop off theirs after what happened last night, which would make it less suspicious when you approved it and presented it to Dr. Gaul.

The proposal was perfect. Reflecting on the classroom discussion with Dr. Gaul and the electricity in the audience when they’d fed the starving tributes at the zoo, the two of you focused on the food. For the first time, sponsors would be able to buy items—like a piece of bread or a chunk of cheese—to be delivered by drone to a specific tribute. A panel would review the nature and value of each item. To sponsor, one had to be a Capitol citizen in good standing not directly related to the Games, ruling out Gamemakers, mentors, Peacekeepers assigned to guard the tributes, and their immediate family members. Regarding betting, you suggested a second panel to create a venue that would allow Capitol citizens to officially wager on the victor, establish odds, and oversee payments to winners. The proceeds from either program would fund the Games, essentially making them free for the government of Panem.

When you arrived in the lab, you found Dr. Gaul peering into a large terrarium filled with hundreds of snakes. Their artificially bright skins almost glowed in shades of neon pink, yellow, and blue. Not much thicker than a pencil, they twisted into a psychedelic carpet that covered the bottom of the case. "Ah, here you are, little dove,” Dr. Gaul said with a grin. “Say hello to my new babies."

you drummed your fingers gently against the tank. "Good morning," you said nonchalantly before walking up to Dr. Gaul and handing her the proposal. "Ah, and what do we have here?" she said, grabbing the papers and skimming through them. "Hmm," she said. "And what do you think, little dove?"

"It's not terrible," you responded. "It has good ideas. I would make a few tweaks, but if done correctly, I feel as though it could benefit the Games to a great extent," you added nonchalantly.

"Interesting. I'm surprised anyone even bothered to do it after last night... festivities," the word rang in your head. How could someone use that word to talk about a child's death? "I'm not surprised that he was the only one to turn his in. He's quite determined, a top student even," you said. Dr. Gaul snapped her head up at me and surveyed your face thoroughly. "Oh, and who wrote it?" you gave a slightly confused look. "Coriolanus," you said. Why would she ask you who wrote the paper? It should have his name on it. You swear he wrote his name on it last night. She stared at you for a second before smiling. "How delightful," she said before walking upstairs on the side of the tank. You followed her and watched as she opened the tank lid and dropped the proposal in. I tilted my head to the side and gave her a curious look. "Did you not like it?" you asked. She just grinned and let out a laugh. "Quite the contrary, little dove." "Then why did you-" "Just watch and learn, little dove. I have a new game in the making," she interrupted you. "Now, our guests should be here any minute. Why don't you go fetch them for me?"

you simply said, "Yes, ma'am," and walked towards the entrance, curious about what she had planned. Like clockwork, as soon as you reached the entrance, the elevator doors opened to reveal Coriolanus and Clemensia. You face paled for a second; I had completely forgotten it was a group project. You had only mentioned Coriolanus. Shit, I thought, shaking off the nerves in your gut. You stood up straight and greeted both of them before showing them to Dr. Gaul. You could feel Coriolanus's eyes on you, but you refused to meet them.

When You finally reached Dr. Gaul, she hadn't moved an inch. “There you are,” Dr. Gaul said with a grin. “Say hello to my new babies. Aren't they beautiful?”

“Hello there,” said Coriolanus, putting his face close to the glass to see the writhing mess.

“Is there a point to the color?” asked Clemensia.

“There is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview,” said Dr. Gaul. “Which brings me to your proposal. I liked it. Who wrote it? Just you two? Or did your brassy friend weigh in before her throat was cut?”

you felt that wrenching feeling start to resurface at the mention of Arachne. Clemensia pressed her lips together clearly upset. “The whole class discussed it as a group.” “And Arachne was planning to help write it up last night, but then... as you said,” Coriolanus added.

“But you two forged ahead, is that it?” asked Dr. Gaul. What is she playing at, you thought. “That’s right,” said Clemensia. “We wrote it up at the library, and I printed it out at my apartment last night. Then I gave it to Coriolanus so he could drop it off this morning. As assigned.” Dr. Gaul addressed Coriolanus. “Is that how it happened?”

“I did drop it off this morning, yes. Well, just to the Peacekeepers on guard; I wasn’t allowed in,” he said. Something was strange about this line of questioning. “Was that a problem?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’d both had your hands on it,” said Dr. Gaul. This isn't good; this isn't right. She’s up to something bad; you can see it in her eyes.

“I can show you the parts the group discussed and how they were developed in the proposal,” he offered. “Yes. Do that. Did you bring a copy?” she asked.

Clemensia looked at Coriolanus. “No, I didn’t,” he said. “Did you?”

“They took our book bags.” Clemensia turned to Dr. Gaul. “Perhaps we could use the copy we gave you?” “Well, we could. But my assistant lined this very case with it while I was having my lunch,” she said with a laugh, shooting me a knowing look. you felt like you were going to vomit; there's no way she would know. There's just no way she'd make them.

“Suppose you two retrieve it?” Dr. Gaul suggested.

I felt like I was going to faint. Surely she couldn’t be serious. No one knows what a bite from one of those things could do; they had no real antidote. The snakes were a new experiment, and there was no telling what one of those things could do; they were untested. Clemensia gave Dr. Gaul a clenched smile.

“Of course. Do we just reach in through the trapdoor on the top?” Dr. Gaul removed the entire cover. “Oh, no, let’s give you some room. Mr. Snow? Why don’t you start?”

Oh dear god, she was really going to make them do it. I have seen Dr. Gaul do questionable things, but I never thought she would go this far. It wasn't Coriolanus that I was worried about, though; we didn't know much about the snakes, but we did know that if they were familiar with your scent, they would do you no harm. With the proposal in there, he should be fine; they should be familiar with his scent. It was Clemensia I worried about. If she stuck her hand in there, Lord only knows what would happen.

The situation grew tense as Coriolanus sought some form of guidance looking at you, but all you could do was watch helplessly. "Watch and learn," Dr. Gaul's words echoed in your head. But what was there to learn from potentially risking someone's life over an assignment? As Coriolanus smoothly retrieved the paper, the snakes didn't seem to mind his presence. Then, Clemensia reached in.

“They can’t see too well, and they hear even less,” Dr. Gaul explained. “But they know you’re there. Snakes can smell you using their tongues, these mutts here more than others.” Clemensia attempted to lift a sheet, and the snakes stirred.

“If they're familiar with your scent — a warm tank, for instance — they’ll ignore you. But a new scent, something foreign, that would be a threat,” said Dr. Gaul. “You’d be on your own, little girl.” Alarm spread across Clemensia’s face. She hastily withdrew her hand, but not before several neon snakes sank their fangs into her flesh.

Dr. Gaul's chilling demeanor hung in the air as Clemensia's screams filled the room. The lab assistants swiftly took charge, and as they injected her with a black fluid, her condition worsened. The colors of the snakes' venom mingled, dripping down her fingers. The lab assistants swiftly wheeled Clemensia away, leaving you and Coriolanus in a state of shock.

You and coriolanus attempted to follow them, but Dr. Gaul's stern voice halted you. “Not you, Mr. Snow, little dove. You stay here.” Coriolanus, in his concern, stammered, “But I — She — Will she die?”

“Anyone’s guess,” Dr. Gaul replied casually. Turning her attention to you both, she asked, “So, you wrote the proposal alone?” Coriolanus looked at you, and you nodded in approval. He then confessed, “No, I didn’t. Ms. Royce assisted me in writing the proposal.” Dr. Gaul, seemingly pleased with this admission, issued a warning. “Good. The truth, finally, Mr. Snow, if I see that side of you again, I’ll cut you off. If Dean Highbottom punishes you for it, I won’t stand in his way. Are we clear?”

Coriolanus and you exchanged a glance. “Very clear,” he said. “It’s good, your proposal,” she remarked. “Well thought out and simple to execute. I’m going to recommend my team review it and implement a version of the first stage.”

“All right,” Coriolanus responded, and you remained silent.

Dr. Gaul laughed. “Oh, go home. Or go see your friend if she’s still there to see. It’s time for my crackers and milk.” Coriolanus and you exchanged a look of relief before turning to leave.

“Not you, little dove. We need to talk,” Dr. Gaul's voice stopped you, and Coriolanus gave you a puzzled look before proceeding towards the exit.

Dr. Gaul's shift in demeanor was unnerving, her voice taking on a disconcertingly soft tone as she addressed you directly. "You know I've been good to you, haven't I, dear?" Her words felt like a weight. "I've taken care of you since your father's tragic end, guiding you, supporting you."

Her gaze bore into me, a look that conveyed a mix of intensity and expectation. "And yet you still lie to me. I’ve no use for liars. What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness? You should know this by now. I see potential in you, a potential I saw in your father when he attended this academy. But he decided to waste that potential, and look where that got him. I'm trying to help you, little dove, show you everything you can be. But if you lie to me, I can't do that. People who lie to me are seen as a threat, an enemy. You don't want to be my enemy, now, do you, little dove? Because you know what I do to my enemies." you swallowed hard, nodding, "I promise I will never lie to you again. I promise," you replied. Dr. Gaul offered a small smile before dismissing you. "Good girl," she said, the unsettling edge still lingering in her voice. "Now run along, it's time for my crackers and milk." Her words echoed in your mind as you left, leaving behind an uncomfortable feeling that lingered long after you had left her presence.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #the hunger games #my fic #fanfic #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #lucy grey baird #young coriolanus snow

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icantspellthings · 6 months

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I wonder what Oliver would've lied about if he got obsessed with other people, for instance, Venetian or Farleigh.

I'm assuming Venetian is going to Oxford, but it is a 3rd year now about to graduate. Oliver sees her first instead of Felix, is possibly enamoured by the way she dressed and how much she stands out from the crowd yet has people flocking around her. Venetia loves "real" people, people who aren't afraid to indulge in the filth and grime of life (she was so horny for period sex on a fucking bench in the middle of the garden, girl is a freak. Walked back to her room just covered in period blood while free bleeding. Do not get me started on the vampire scene an how much spit and fluids we were shown)

I don't think Venetia would fall for the "damsel in distress" act that Oliver put on for Felix, she was attracted to a more dominant Oliver who took control of things, who desires her even when she didn't think she was desirable. I think Oliver would go with the same druggie parents angle but maybe not made it so sad and awful on his part. Instead of making it some kind of tragic tale he instead made it a triumphant one. A story about how he was able to escape from his fucked up family and become his own man. He probably will mention his sisters but make them the golden child, born before their parents started doing drugs, lived a relatively normal childhood ane moved out as adults leaving oliver all alone. Because fundamentally, Venetia knows that in her family she will always play second fiddle to Felix the golden son, she will never be the center of attention. But maybe she can bew someone, because if this poor broken boy with druggie parents who lives in abject poverty can crawl his way up to become someone of his own making, then so can she. She feels a kinship with Oliver, being the unwanted child, she finds him real and refreshing, raw and rough around the edges in a way her other aristocratics friends are not. I think this version of Oliver would be much messier and also more assertive less passive because Venetia loves mess, she's a mess herself after all, and she likes someone who can deal with her mess unflinchingly, and maybe even love her inspite of it.

And for Farleigh, oh Farleigh, he was antagonistic right from the start. He's just itching for a fight with anyone and everyone, lots of anger in him, justifiable anger really having to live with the Cattons treating him like their special charity case. From the first tutorial scene with Oliver, you can see that Farleigh likes the Oliver fights back. He's intrigued that this no name boy from bum fuck no where has the wit to spit fire right back at him. I do think that if Oliver just kept being a little bitch Farleigh would eventually start noticing him. My personal interpretation is that Farleigh dislikes the little helpless boy act that Oliver does with Felix, it might remind him a little to much of who he used to be or it makes him think about what the Cattons want him to be, the perfect victim charity case they can help.

I don't think Farleigh could really become friends with Oliver, they're too similar but also too different. Frenemies with benefits certainly because he was obviously physically attracted to Oliver. Oliver probably wouldn't have to lie about his family to Farleigh, he obviously isn't interested in that. Oliver would just need to continue to be a scathing little bitch. They can shit talk Felix behind his back to each other, a common enemy(friend) if you will.

This quite possibly makes absolutely no sense at all it's really just a word salad, but I just needed to get it out of my brain.

#saltburn #oliver quick #farleigh start #venetia catton

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taehyungisminee · 2 years

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STRAYKIDS - IMAGINE

When you come to them crying

Before you proceed do note that this is very much fluff and does not have anything sexual about it.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 :- 576 words 3,138 characters

Bang Chan : He knew you had been with your best friend. Today, he caught himself in between an argument with her in the shared bedroom. When you walked out of your shared bedroom with puffy eyes, he ran up to you and hugged you. "Baby, this won't be permanent, I know you and her will make up, trust me, let's go watch a movie." You nodded and took small steps to the couch. He kissed your temple with love in his eyes and you instantly felt much better.

Minho : When he heard your small sniffles approaching him, and immediately took your small, adorable, hands into his and took you to the supermarket. "Pick whatever you want and I'll pay for it" He just wanted his baby to be happy again. After the supermarket, you guys went to the Han River, holding each other's hand. He whispered sweet words to you. It made him feel better when he saw your beautiful smile again.

Changbin : He was in his studio, listening to his unpublished tracks when he heard his door creak open. He turned around to see you standing in front of that door, looking like you just got scolded. He pat his lap and gently smiled. You instantly sat on his lap and kissed him on the cheek, a small and quiet 'Thank you'. He chuckled and kissed your lips before going back to his work. Soon after, you started to feel sleepy and Changbin just let you rest on his lap, smiling and admiring your beautiful features every few seconds. You immediately felt better the next day.

Hyunjin : You back-hugged him silently when he was sleepily resting his head on his hand at the table. He knew you probably won't want to talk about it just yet. So, he grabbed your arms and made you tighten your grip on his waist. You smiled, resting your head on his back. He smiled and whispered into your ear "I love you cutie". You giggled, becoming flustered, while closing your eyes and continuing to lean your forehead on Hyunjins back.

Han : He was just playing his guitar in his room, when you silently walked to him, with your head down. He looked up and could clearly tell that something was bothering you. So, he went from playing the music to already playing your favourite song. You soon calmed down and smiled closing your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Felix : Instead of you coming to him, he came to you. You entered the house with a gloomy expression and didn't notice the presence of your boyfriend. He was confused and also sad seeing you like this. So, he came to you in the room and cuddled you, peppering your face with kisses everytime he heard you sniffle.

Seungmin : He was at dance practice with his members when he heard his phone ring. He answered the call when he saw your name. "Seungmin, I got fired.." He immediately apologized to his members and left to go to your shared house. When he opened the door, you quickly gave him a long hug, making you feel a bit better.

I.N : You went up to him and peppered him with many kisses and being weirdly too affectionate. It made him realize you were feeling upset today. So, he also became very affectionate towards you. At the end of the day, you felt so much better, you giggling every time he kissed and complimented you.

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 :- @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @nesslum

𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ❦

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causeilikelix · 2 years

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

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

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

↳ See Chapter One for summery

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

↳ Read on my A03: Here

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

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

<;- Chapter Ten- Chapter Twelve ->

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

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

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

“How was the closet?” Jiho asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have you done?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aren’t you getting in?”

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

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

“Or... anything for that matter.”

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

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

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

“Come on...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, yeah. Are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix moaned again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, yes. Please... touch me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Felix moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I taste you?”

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

Felix let her go without saying another word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sun peeked over the horizon all too soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t snore.”

“You do.”

“Ew, really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did she hate him in the first place?

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

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

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

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

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

Something more ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So did you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um... three please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What in the hell was she getting herself into?

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

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hattiewritesalot · 2 years

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Hello! If you’re taking votes for the Jane volturi fic I’d vote for a part 2 :) it’s really good, love your writing

tysm! that means a lot to me :D

~Misunderstanding~

Jane Volturi x gn!vampire!reader

Part 1 here!

Summary: So it turns out that (Y/N)'s mate is one of the deadliest vampires out there. Which, y'know, isn't good. But it seems the only thing on (Y/N)'s mind is why their twin Alice didn't see it coming.

Warnings: okay so I've accidentally made Alice seem really horrible in this and I am very sorry for that. Also (Y/N) is too funny in this and it goes terribly off-script and off-plot. soz.

A/N: cleaning out my drafts look at me goooo

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"What the fuck." was the first thing (Y/N) said, it being the first thing that came to mind.

Jane blinked a few times, dark eyelashes fluttering against her alabaster cheeks, before standing up straight and glancing at her brother, before looking back at the group, refusing to look at her mate.

"Come, Aro is waiting."

And with that, she turned and walked towards the elevator, the rest of the vampires, and a lost-looking Bella, following.

The entire elevator trip was silent, besides from the gentle tune of music. Except, it wasn't quiet inside (Y/N)'s mind.

They were holding onto the wall for dear life in an attempt to make sure they wouldn't fall over. Their head flooded with questions, ones that needed answers, as they stared into the back of Jane's head.

That was when they turned to their twin, who was busy staring at the ceiling. They closed their eyes and began speaking in Alice's head, a bonus to their mind-controlling power.

'This is so weird.'

Alice turned to them, acknowledging their statement with a sad smile.

'I know, I could see the way your face fell, I'm sorry (N/N)'

No messages were transferred through minds for a couple of seconds, before (Y/N)'s head shot up and they closed their eyes again.

'Alice?'

'Yeah?'

'How didn't you see this coming?'

'I… don't know what you're talking about.'

'Yes you do, your visions, how did you not-'

(Y/N) turned to glare into the side of their twin's head, who refused to even look them in the eye.

'Did you… know about this?'

'What? Of course… not.'

The conversation was cut off by Edward digging his elbow into (Y/N)'s side, hissing at them to shut up. Oh yeah. They must've forgotten that Edward reads minds. Whoops.

And as the group left the elevator, (Y/N) couldn't help but think that there was something Alice wasn't telling them.

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The room was large and extravagant, with three elegant chairs in the middle, each occupied by a different vampire.

Aro, you guessed, as he looked exactly like how Carlisle had described him to, rose from his throne thingie, and began speaking. In all honesty (Y/N) was not really listening, instead focusing on the ruby gaze of another vampire.

They didn't look at Jane, in fear of her looking away, but they could almost feel her nervousness. Times like this were when (Y/N) wished they had Jasper's power.

Then, far too quickly, it seemed, Edward was suddenly being beaten up on the floor. Okay, that was rude. Yeah, (Y/N) didn't like Edward very much, often having late-night-talk-shit sessions about him with Rosalie, but that was low.

"Okay emo boy, calm yourself." Aro turned to look at them, as did the rest of the Volturi.

"I know this bitch can be a handful, but don't throw him on the floor because you're mad that his hair is less greasy than yours."

The rest of the vampires seemed shocked, insulted even, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Jane and Felix cover their mouths with their hands to try and hide little laughs.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm just being honest. It's my best quality, y'know." The red-eyed vampire shrivelled up his nose as their teasing. "Somebody get this hideous creature out of my sight." He said, waving his hand dramatically.

"I don't think you can talk about being ugly, you look like you got no love as a child and now drown yourself in hair gel to get some form of attention."

Aro's eyebrows furrowed at their sassy remarks, and turned to Jane. "Jane. Now."

(Y/N) turned to look at Jane, who's slightly panicked eyes met theirs for a second, before she turned to look at Aro again.

"I… cannot."

"Pardon?"

"I- they-"

"They're mates."

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Alice had finally spoken up, forcing her way through the small crowd. Gasps erupted from around the room as (Y/N) stared harshly into the side of their twin's head.

"I've seen it, in my visions, for longer than I care to admit. We wouldn't want to separate mates, now, would we?" She asked, her tone slightly taunting.

If (Y/N) could cry, they would've in that very moment. How could Alice, their own twin, the one being they cared about more than anything, lie to them like that.

Aro scoffed, turning to Jane for confirmation, who simply dropped her head to stare at her feet.

He turned again to stare deeply into (Y/N)'s golden eyes, before sighing and flicking his wrist.

"We take the (H/C) one. The rest are free to go."

"Wait what? No you can't do that! I-"

(Y/N) stopped speaking as a large object collided with their head and they collapsed. Due to their power, their head was extremely sensitive, and their weakest point.

Jane watched as Demetri carelessly dragged her mate towards her, essentially flinging them at her feet. She kneeled down to move a few stray strands of hair from their face, before retracting her hand as if she had stung herself.

No, this wasn't right.

It had to be one big misunderstanding.

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#twilight #twilight x reader #jane volturi #jane volturi x reader #alice cullen

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luciadiosa · 3 years

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His niece in her arms open its mouth to yawn. A little cute yawn. While he is watching the baby he is thinking about you.

Your hair. Your bright mischieviouse eyes. How they burn while you laugh.

"Don't look like that" his sister whispers.

Camilo looks up to Dolores. In fact everyone watches him in concearn. Noone has ever seen him in such a mood.

"Do you want second breakfast?" his father suggest.

Julieta answers Felix. "He didn't really eat his first"

"What is it, mi sol?" his mother asks.

Camilo looks into the round. Into the round worried eyes of his relevants.

"Nothing! It-It's fine." He stands up and runs to his room. Everyone watches him leave. Pepa stands up and looks to him, climbing up the stairs. Little clouds above her head.

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"Uhm, tio Bruno?" you asks. You found him behind casita in the garden with Antonio. You always call them tio Bruno or Tia Julieta and Pepa. Like they are family.

He turns around to you. "The most wants a vision if they look like that!"

You rubb your neck. "Well, yeah. I am not sure if it would be a happy marriage. Maybe you can calm me down?"

"But you are not sure if you want to hear it."

"Well your vision could be bad."

Bruno comes closer, laying one hand on your shoulder. "They are not that worse. Come. I need space and peace for it."

You follow him inside. Avoiding to getting seen by someone else.

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Pepa opens the door. She peaks in it. Finding her son sitting on his bed.

"Camilo. Mi amor, tell me why are you so sad?" she asks. She actually knows why.

Sighing he cross the arms and looks to the ground.

"I am not sad." he reacts quietly.

Pepa shoos the clods befor talking to him again.

"I am your mother and i know if something bothers my baby." she reacts and stops near him.

Without a word she sits down.

"Dolores told me about your heartbreak." She pauses. "She told me about the talk between y/n and Mirabel."

"So you know what happened. I made mistakes and now y/n thinks i am the bad one."

Pepa sighs. "Not exactly but i know that Y/N likes you very much. More then you think. Everyone makes mistakes and it wasn't the last one. Y/N would forgive you"

Camilo throw his hands in the air: "That's the problem. She just likes me a lot. Y/N loves Hernandez! Him alone and not.....not me."

His voice cracked as he said not me.

"Mommy. She/He/They don't love me." He looks into the compassionate face of his mother and feels like a little teen boy who is the first time in love. Seeking for help by his mother.

Camilo let himself fall into her lap. Suprised by the reaction she holds up her hands befor laying them down on him.

"Everything comes how it should be, mi amor. Love always ends up in the right place. Even if it will go the wrong way first and show you later the beauty of the world."

If it isn't you, she know Camilo will find a new better and long lasting love. She knew about his crush on you. Often enough he blushed, stutters and shapeshift accidently in front of you as teenager, till he gets to know you better.

But know she knew how much you likes him. How important he is to you. So maybe you love go the wrong way first and change.

__________

Bruno holds up the green glass. His green glowing eyes fates. He turns the back to you. Hiding the vision. "See it is not that bad"

"Give it to me, if it is not bad or it is, because you hide it?." you yell at him. Reaching with your hand after it.

"You will live a good life with Hernandez!" he tolds you but you don't believe him. Why he don't give you the vision.

"Look if you concentrate on Hernandez nothing bad will happen. You know never dance at two parties, they say."

"Bruno!" You jump to get the vision, turning away from him and look at the green shiny glass.

"No." you start.

"Y/N...It is just a glimpse of the future. Could mean anything." Bruno tries to calm you. "It isn't even..."

Your shoulders rising up and down.

"No...no...No!" you scream and threw it to the side.

With a loud clittering it shadders in pieces.

You run outside the room, the casita, stopping in front of it to see the town.

Part 5

With a fast heartbeat and sorrow you run in directions of the woods.

Taglist: @cralaaa @tigreost @emberlei @0zero0-0 @solarbxby @dearestjules @chloewayne13 @astreankitsune @bluebreadenthusiast @paint-bucqets @seggsyswagger @marauderssub

#camilo madrigal x oc #encanto camilo #camilo x oc #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal #encanto #disney #fanfiction #betrothed to another fanfiction #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal

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stray-kids-react · 3 years

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Trans s/o

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Was dating you before you came out to him, you were fully prepared for him to leave you. But to your surprise, Chan stayed with you and even encouraged you to get an appointment early for your transition.

° Will help you take your medication to help with the process, and if you get dizzy from it he will gladly pick you up and carry you to bed. He's a true gentleman, so he'll probably carry you to bed even if you aren't dizzy or tired.

° Helps you pick your new name, always finding the cutest ones or the most random ones. Like Flossy/Tangerine, but he tries he truly does. But at the end of the day you make the final call, and he respects that 110%.

"You're going to have to find a name that goes with Bang as a last name."

"That's why I'm not going with the names you picked out."

Lee Know

° Had a crush on you ever since you started working as a stylist, and he had absolutely no clue that you were transgender until he revealed his crush and someone told him that you were. He honestly didn't care that you were.

° Minho found it rude how the staff member that told him found him weird for still liking you, as if it is weird to like someone who is transgender. He wasn't interested in the staff member or considered them a friend, so why do they care?

° Soon realized that thier opinions of your transition wasn't just kept private and that they would harass you about it. So he went to JYP to try and at least make it so you were further away from her. But JYP genuinely didn't help.

"I'm just saying, it's weird since they aren't actually a-"

"It's weirder that you care so much, do you not have a life?"

Changbin

° Was your best friend before you started dating, he saw you transition and the struggles you went through in high school when the teachers would call you by your old name even though you constantly insisted to go by your new one.

° When you started dating, it never dialed to amaze him by how ignorant people can be. As if they think he doesn't know that his lover of 3 years is transgender. He knows, and he loves you no matter what.

° The last straw was when he was on a special interview with Jessi where she invited different idols. One of the being Siwon from suju, who is known to not be overly supportive of the lgbtq+ community. Which made Changbin upset.

"How can you date someone who is faking-"

"They aren't faking, if anything you are the fake one for putting on this nice guy act when you're really an asshole."

Hyunjin

(cutie)

° Will spoil you with any transgender items he can get, cute pikachu with the transgender colors? Bought. Pins? Bought. Flags? Ordered. Cakes? Already in the oven. You reassure him that he doesn't have to spoil you, but he wants to.

° Won't gush over your baby photos or hang them up if you are uncomfortable with looking at them, instead he'll gush over your current photos and hang up recent couple photos of the two of you. He even has a wedding collage ready.

° He can be dramatic, in a good way. So when you are being harsh on yourself saying you still look too much like a boy/girl. He will stand you infront of a mirror and tell you everything that's manly/feminine about you.

"You're my precious lil bean, don't be hard on yourself."

"Hyunjin, your ruining my foundation with you kisses *giggles*."

Han

° He had a crush on you for ages, you were Hyunjin's best friend and he met you through Hyunjin. Jisung grew fond of you after only a week of chatting to you, everyone noticed how blushy and mushy he got around you.

° Hyunjin never told him you were Trans because he thought you had already told Jisung yourself, but you didn't since you thought Hyunjin told him. This led to a semi confused Jisung when you were going through old photos.

° He didn't mind and still found you attractive, he was just surprised to see you in your old photos. You looked so uncomfortable in them and didn't look like yourself at all, he was honestly glad you came out of the closet.

"You look just as gorgeous and confident as you do back then."

"Can you not flirt with y/n when I'm right here?"

Felix

(I just want to ruffle his hair istg.)

° So proud of you when you come out to him, he cries so much that you are worried he is sad. But it's actually happy tears, because he's always had a suspicion for the last four months that something was off with you.

° Won't stop clinging onto you after you get the surgery done, he's just a smiley ball of fluffiness the whole time because he is so happy for you. But if you ask him for anything cause your sore or don't feel well, he's up and doing it in a flash.

° Felix is the type who wouldn't care about gender or sexuality, as long as they are interested in him and have a good personality then he would love them endlessly. So you will blush often from the way he gazes at you like you're his universe.

"God, I'm the luckiest man alive to be with you. You're so perfect, now let me snuggle you."

"You're so cheesy sometimes, you're lucky you're cute and can pull it off."

Seungmin

° When you came out to him and your family, he was surprised but still loved you just as much. He didn't think it should effect the way someone feels about you, but apparently your parents had different opinions on the matter.

° One week later and you had the last of your boxes in Seungmin's dorm. Your parents gave you one week to move out, not wanting someone part of the community to live under there household and be seen by their friends.

° You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, it did you sobbed every night. But as long as Seungmin was beside you, everything was going to be okay. You don't know what you would've done without him, you felt lucky that way.

"I can't believe they are ashamed of me."

"It's there loss, you're the best person on this planet. Skz and I are happy to have you."

Jeongin

° Jeongin was your ex boyfriend's best friend, he watched you get cheated on and verbally abused by his so called "friend". The last straw for him was when you came out and all your boyfriend did was scoff and dump you on the spot.

° Jeongin pretty much took you under his wing and babied you until you were over that asshole. He even deleted his contact and phone number from his phone, realizing how bad he was when he saw how he treated you.

° 5 months later and you and Jeongin are happily dating, and making you feel like the royalty he sees you as. You both never heard from your ex ever since that day, but when Jeongin took you to a grocery store to get some snacks. You both bumped into him.

"So I see you're getting my sloppy seconds."

"You're the only sloppy one here dumbass."

#stray kids #kpop #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #bang chan #lee know #Lee felix #felix skz #skz seungmin #trans reader #thunderous

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anbubisibuna · 2 years

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Some das Haus Anubis Headcanons ( some also may fit for Het Huis Anubis)

Kaya does not wash his clothes. In Season 1 when Kaya was about to visit his father his shirt was pink because Victor washed it, then in Season 2 when Rosie used tar instead of laundry detergent. Kaya looks like this:

But the rest all look normal. So maybe a he doesn't know how or his father just pays more for it. He does seem like he is a bit more spoiled and not very self sufficent so yeah.

When playing Monopoly Magnus insists on being bank. That's because when Felix and him were playing one time in Season 1 he basically had the cardboard on his lap and it fits for his character

Mara's parents aren't her biological parents but neither she or her parents know it. This is because Mara is supposed to be the last on the bloodline of Amneris. But what about her parents then? Radus tells her in the end of Season 2 that her family did flee from egypt and I think she was just a baby back then. Or more so a newborn for my hc. I still have to think of a reason for why but some people were after the chosen and killed every new born baby. ( Yeah it's pretty extreme. Maybe some of you can think of a reason why, the Curse of Anchesamon doesn't exist in DHA). During this massacre her parents fleed but but they got the wrong baby. " Mara." ( Mara's biological parents were therefor murdered)

Magnus got sent away from home because he started acting out after his father went to prison. It does make sense after a trauma incident to happen for a young child to act out. Magnus mother met a new man shortly after his father went to prison and I do think that he tried to break them up. And did some other stuff aswell. Eventually his mother had enough of his behaviour and sent him away.

Mara is good in sport and she knows alot about it but she's not that much into it. She enjoys some sports. She uses it as a way to bond with her father who she enjoys doing it with the most. This is particular because in Season 1 when Mara is sad about Kaya yet again and complains to Luzy. She says: " But when we are together he's totally different. Then it's just about his sport again." She sounds kinda annoyed at the second sentence. Also Mara never really seemed to be very interested in sport in Season 1 until she found out it was a way to get Kaya.

Magnus and Felix have been in the House Anubis the longest. I'm sure they know eachother for long time now. Felix does know Magnus and is able to deal with him and can tolerate him back in Season 1 until to a breaking point. But he is able to just forget about it in Season 2. So I think they are really close like brothers.

Kaya is a year or two older than everyone else and he had to repeat a school year. This is because Kaya is knowingly not doing well in school. And because Benny did steal Kaya's girlfriend some time ago. This must have happened before the year and a half relationship with Delia. ( Unless he cheated or they were on/off) If he was the same age like everyone else. He would have been 13 when that happened. And it seems a bit young to me. Also compared to the others he looks older because he is bigger.

This picture:

was taken after or during Victors Birthday Party:

Mara and Magnus wanted or at least they tried to keep their relationship a secret or private at first. ( they made it secretive but at the same time so obvious it was confusing) I think they didn't want any gossip that Mara dated Magnus after she went out with Kaya " the most popular guy in school." And these girl fans Kaya has undeservingly were like: " Are you crazy?" They also seem to be caught of guard after Radus asks them if Mara is his new girlfriend after they stand before him like this:

and then this:

I don't know i just like them being more private of their relationship unlike Nina and Daniel who seem to have their problems and everything else all open to their Club Friends.

Nina likes to draw and is very good at it. This is because her actress likes to do art. And there is not much about Nina and it fits her. I also saw some drawings in her locker.

Magnus went through an emo phase wearing just black. It's basically because his character. Jeroen still seems to be kind of in it lol.

Mara and Magnus sometimes sneak out to sleep in one bed together. This is because they did this in season 2 and because Magnus mentions when Mara is captured and he talks to hef picture that soon she will experience Felix snoring again. That could mean that sometimes she goes over his place aswell. And that was after the whole Raven thing and Mara couldn't sleep well so she went to him or he to her.

Mara and Delia have talked after Season 2 and Mara has apologized to Delia again because she kinda got between Kaya when they were dating. Delia did forgive her immediately because she was over Kaya some time ago. I think after Mara thought Delia had something with Magnus she understood what it must have felt like for Delia when she did all these things just for Kaya. The two can now just laugh about it that they were so obssessed with him. Season 3 Delia and Mara would never break their backs for Kaya!

Magnus saw one of his great grandparents fall on the floor and then die. That's why when someone drops on the floor he first thinks they are death. This was back in Season 1 when Delia fainted because she was starving. Magnus was like: " Is she still alive?" And then when Trabas collapsed and he thinks he killed him. And when Mara tricks him by fake fainting and Magnus asks Ms. Engel if she's dead.

Mara and Magnus haven't told anyone where they were in Season 3 when they were held hostage by that tattoo artist. They thought that are allowed to have their secrets too.

In S2 E22. Mara and Magnus go for a walk at the woods in the morning before school. At the same episode Nina and Daniel were looking for a wise old grey haired man. I hc that Nina and Daniel saw them shortly but didn't thought much of it.

Nina and Daniel were mentioned in the first School News Paper. The article of who is dating who. They were the main headline from the article as: " Prom King and Prom Queen found love."

Nina and Daniel were voted cutest couple in school by the students one time. In the show people gush alot about their relationship so it makes sense.

The Chosen One had to hold up the grail out of love. The whole thing is about bringing two lovers back together.

Daniel learned how to speak Latein from his uncle Per.

After the school news paper Luzy now wants to become a journalist.

Mara is very talented and quick in learning new languages she's also very interested in it. Both her parents are from Oman were they speak Arabic. She learned how to speak german when she was 11. She is also good in French and Italian.

Magnus mother is from Romania. Therfor he speaks romanian aswell. This is because the actor who plays him is Romanian descent. That's also why he is so good in french. I googled that the language is very similar to it.

Luzy and Max are not going to last. I just don't see it. Luzy seems to be more in love with the romantic gestures he does than with Max. Also they way they got together it wasn't I fell in love with you because I got to know you. It was more like: I fell in love with you because I was desperate for love and you gave me this. They also don't really match. They were so weird in Season 3 and Max is slowly becoming Kaya 2.0. And no one wants a Kaya 2.0 especially Luzy.

A small part of Luzy wanted Mara to go out with Kaya so she sees for herself what kind of guy he is and her obsession would end. Why would she constantly tell her to forget about that guy and seeing how miserable he makes her but still tell her she should try it with him. And her reaction in Season 2 when Mara reveals that Kaya has not replied to her once. She doesn't even sound surprised. More so: Yeah I haven't expected anything different.

Nobody believes it but Felix is a very good baker. He loves to to decorate pastries. A few years ago his dream was to open up his own cake and pastry shop.

Nancy Ninja is Delias favourite heroine because she is a fashionista just like her but at the same time a total badass.

Kaya's mother is from German. He grew up living with her in Germany. His father is from Turkey. Growing up he rarely seen his father until he was 11 years old when his father moved closer to them.

*might add more later :) but i just wanted to post these by far.

#das haus anubis #het huis anubis #nina martens #daniel gutenberg #magnus von hagen #mara minkmar #kaya sahin #felix gaber #luzy shoppa #delia seefeld

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athys-obelia · 4 years

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summary: no one's evil au lmfaooo but make it pt. 2

character/s: anastacius de alger obelia, claude de alger obelia, athanasia de alger obelia, jennette de alger obelia

and here's part 1 <3

oh my god okay. okay. so.

ana, claude, athy and jennette - they go on a LOT of vacations

claude complains every single time but anastacius pulls his trump card and sends athy and jettie BOTH after him

u think he's strong enough to say no after that? lmao jokes

and their vacations always go this way:

jennette: isn't this scenery just gorgeous, uncle

claude: indeed it is. and...quiet

jennette: ...too quiet

[cut to anastacius in the distance, fighting a bear as athy cheers him on]

athy + anastacius, hands down the most chaotic pairing yes i will not be taking criticism

they have tea in ana's palace everyday, just the two of them, they're so poised and picture perfect through the entire thing everyone thinks it's just the emperor giving profound advice to his heir

it's actually them deadass scheming,,, ana has no qualms discussing everything from court gossip to military tactics, both of which she's so on top of all the time

if anyone shit talks jennette or claude, this tea party is where their slow and agonizing demise is planned out to the dot

[true story - count sivan once made the fatal mistake of expressing his favour for athy as the next empress, dissing jennette by comparing her to athy sm which inevitably sparked a debate that ranked the princesses. a week after athy's sources informed her of the kindling behind this new debate, the count's sudden divorce became the talk of the town, and the man's business faced bankruptcy all of a sudden. the sivans still haven't recovered.)

athy n jennette were actually allowed to visit kiel in arlanta a few times, except it was too dark at their first arrival, postponing the meeting to the next morning

buttt then jettie can't sleep and she decides on a midnight snack run (their hotel doesn't really have the maids the palace does, but oh well. she's left the palace w lucas n athy plenty of times)

felix tags along btw, he knows this trip is important to the girls since they're leaving the palace without their Overprotective Papas™ for the first time and want some sense of independence, but... she's just so smol n he couldn't bear it if anything happens so he just shadows her

she totally knows he's there

n e ways so there's a juice place right beside their hotel which she aims for, but when jennette reaches it, it's closed

and out of nowhere, a voice addresses her - "hey you, do you come here a lot?" she nearly jumps out of her skin at the brunette, relaxing when she sees he's literally a kid around her age and not a murderer lmfaoo "me neither," he continues without waiting for her, pouting at the closed sign, before he asks for her name and whether she's new in arlanta

she confirms that yes, she's only visiting, and refuses to tell the stranger her name, still feeling strange at being addressed as 'you' for the first time (well, minus lucas, but he was like her brother and had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, so)

he eyes her. "you're so weird. i've never seen a girl out so late before, and alone too. are you stupid?"

(felix has his sword out at this point)

she's flushing now and has no idea why she's still out here, but then this stranger kid apparently senses her mood and tells her the best ice cream store in arlanta is not too far away

(he also explains he knows someone who's starts doing weird things when she's hungry as well, and tries to defend that ice cream is actually a healthy midnight snack, "you can just take a healthy flavour like strawberry or mango, mangos are healthy,,right"💀️💀)

so jettie has travelled all the way from obelia, she loves her papa but he would have a heart attack if he found out she was ever awake this late?? yeah bc she's never getting this chance again, jennette accepts the offer

the stranger boy seems to be taking the whole "i'm not telling you my name," thing like a joke, and asks what he should call her since 'you' was getting boring

she goes with "lady j" and like a knight, the boy becomes "sir c"

(felix is on the verge of committing a crime - the princesses can only have one knight, after all)

they walk as the the boy navigates the streets in the dark, and she asks whether he's from the academy, seeing his uniform

"of course i am! you could probably tell bc i look so smart, right?"

she snorts. "yeah, that."

she also comes to know that this guy,,,well he might as well be a tourist? she's out here asking stuff like "oh where's the statue of lady alphia?" or "aren't we really close to the museum where they keep the first emperor's sword?" and he goes "lady do i look like your brochure?? but if you turn right from here there's a cool arcade and across the street from there is the best street food vendor you'll ever eat from."

well at least mans had his priorities straight 😌

"so can you take this off?" he asks, pointing towards her dress once they've neared the store

um???????? sir tf????????????

anyways jettie has been living with lucas n her dad farr too long to not take this the wrong way?? "...no?"

the boy raises an eyebrow "look, it looks like an expensive cloak but i promise i'll return it, alright? i gotta hide my uniform."

ohhhhhhh. 😳.

so she unfastens the cloak and because he's kinda just staring at it cluelessly (he can't even tie his shoelaces fight me), jennette sighs and moves the clothing over his shoulder, fastening it in place at his neck

he's literally a tomato when she looks back up and realises that yes, we are way too close rn

bc she's ana's daughter, jennette by default cannot function when she's flustered. so she kinda stumbles backwards like a fish out of water (years of princess training n etiquette? where art thou??) and 'sir c' has to grab her forearm so she doesn't bump into the pillar behind her smfh

the shopkeep is definitely suspicious of this pair that's definitely too young to be out so late, but chalks it down to his sleeplessness

they escape the store with the ice cream before the shopkeep can ask any questions, and 'sir c' escorts jennette back to her hotel. he climbs onto the roof of the building, helping her up as well

(felix wishes he had a magic stone to capture this moment, this is the first time he's seen jennette become such fast friends with someone)

she stands on the roof (it hurts her butt so she doesn't wanna sit)

"my sister would be so jealous right now," jennette murmurs, "she told me her ideal first date would be either a picnic or something like a moonlit walk. we're having like a moonlit picnic."

it's silent for a few seconds the boy speaks up, "is this a date?"

oh-

oh.

"i mean- i didn't- i don't- uh."

give her some time lmfao she's loading

"i don't really mind that," he tells her, and she thinks she might just walk off the roof in her embarrassment - who just says something like that?? "you're probably feeling really lucky right now, right?"

jennette: ✊😔

he does look pretty in the moonlight, she admits to herself, listening as he excitedly tells her about his siblings at home and how she should send an offering to the gods since they gave her the good fortune to be on a date with the most good looking one of all four of them

in turn, she tells him about how she spent her childhood away from her amazing dad and had gotten closer to him recently, about her sharp-witted uncle, her sister and friends

(the 'friends' section includes felix and he's melting)

she smiles - it's almost as if, at finding out he treasures his family just as much as she does, they've gotten a bit closer

and he tries to listen. jennette had guessed that his temperament was somewhat like her dad's - her dad didn't know how to listen, always making his opinion known before anything else, though she supposes as emperor he could do that

'sir c', on the other hand, tried his best, his blue eyes focused on her as he almost burst from the unsaid words he was holding back, trying to let her finish. the sight was an odd mix of sad and insanely adorable that she couldn't help but let him tell her about everything he couldn't hold in

sensing she could pass out from her exhaustion nearly half an hour later, and 'sir c' escorts her to her window and helps her sneak in bc "what sort of knight would i be otherwise?!"

(felix can't stop shaking the entire night)

the next morning, jennette's heart is pounding as kiel shows her, athy and felix across campus - the chance is low, but still...

"ezekiel!" comes a voice, and the four watch as a turquoise haired boy waves down the alpheus heir "are these the guests you mentioned?"

kiel introduces the trio to johannes vastia before asking, "where's cabel?"

"at the training grounds, he asked if you could bring everyone there so he could show them around there."

"... they're my guests though?"

athy is quick to befriend johannes (i mean she and his sister are practically the same person, so) and at the grounds, jennette's blood runs cold

(so does felix's)

the brunette doesn't notice her at first, arguing with johannes about something as kiel introduces him as cabel ernst

jennette is hyperventilating?? actually back up is this girl even breathing??

cabel ernst from kiel's letters? the 'loud and obnoxious cabel ernst', who gradually turned into 'my acquaintance cabel ernst', then 'hardworking, passionate cabel ernst', and finally 'my friend cabel'?

she'd actually rather admired this slow build of respect between her friend and the ernst boy, and had even expressed her interest to meet him

"this is the first daughter of his highness prince claude de alger obelia, princess athanasia-" cabel mock salutes the princess before his mouth forms an 'o' and he remembers to bow, "-and here's the emperor's only daughter, her highness princess je-"

andddd his eyes widen comically "-hey, lady, it's you?"

yeah jettie is on the brink of literal death - her entire face reddens as this...cabel, grins at her

she watches as he glances behind her, "and you're the guy who was following us - sup?"

felix flinches "...you knew...?"

cabel shrugs. "i mean you do kinda suck ass at the whole subtle thing."

"don't say it like that," jennette retorts, "felix was trying his best."

"princess 😭😭 you knew as well?"

"uhhhh no?"

athy + kiel in a corner: 👁️👄👁️

they watch as cabel's eyes widen all of a sudden and he just,,,runs away

...🐦...🐦...🐦...

yeah well anyway he comes rushing back a few minutes later, a piece of cloth in his hand "...*huff* here *huff*...you go."

athy totally flips out "jennette is that your CLOAK???!??"

"uhhhhh no?"

"um do you realise uncle would literally wage war at this."

and as if it would make everything better,

"i washed it," cabel offers with a grin

"you didn't," the vastia heir deadpans

"i mean, johan helped a little bit."

kiel smiles murderously at the pair. "johan, did you know cabel took the princess out?"

"wait, you're a PRINCESS??"

your honour they aren't very smart

so the group orders some coffee (milk for cabel smfh) to find out what happened, cabel mentions "date" and everything goes to shit again lmfao

kiel and felix scheme against poor cabel while athy n johan get over that stage pretty quick ("listen. MY sister will be living with ME after the marriage and if your friend wants to be with her he'll have to come with us to obelia." and johan's just like "fine by me ✌️😊") and start planning the wedding

cabel + jennette dip n sneak out of the academy again to get the juice they couldn't the night before bc shit is getting awkward here

on another note, our uncle cius' musical intelligence is actually very high - he can probably play more instruments than i can name tbh, but he feels most comfortable singing and i shit you not, this man has straight up an angel's voice

(didn't like singing in front of others coz he was secretly a nerd and only knew old love songs with deep lyrics, athy found out and educated him)

jennette tends to have nightmares often, most often regarding their family - she's seen her father murder her uncle for the throne, and vice versa, athy admitting her affections towards jennette were a front to get the position of crown princess, her uncle killing her to solidify athy's claim, etc - her family is her everything, so despite however many times these horrible scenes play before her, she's left sobbing uncontrollably

and on these nights, she leaves for her father's room, who holds her close and sings her to sleep

also lucas n jennette are like sibling duo# 1,,, jettie is an active lucathy shipper even though he denies it sm - like their dynamic is just peaceful walks in the gardens as she watches the plants n lucas shi talks the nobility and kiel

claude and athy have a thing for each other's sleeping on each other? idk it's weird

athy once fell asleep on the couch while reading with him, and claude moved her head onto his lap so she wouldn't be uncomfy sitting - well, she woke up to his hand absentmindedly raking through her hair and it was just so soothing that whenever she's tired and he's working or reading, she just plops her head on his lap and zzzz

and claude wondered what was up with that, so she proposed they switch roles and he felt so awkward trying to lay down in front of her lmao

obviously athy noticed and she just started reading, thinking he might be more comfortable if her attention isn't on him completely - she ended up reading out loud while playing with his collar and he just,,,passed out

also anastacius has definitely pulled jennette aside regarding the issue of his heir at some point - she had been hesitant at first before admitting she wouldn't like to be the empress at all

i know we'd all love to see empress!jettie and her sister duchess!athy ruling the court, but i really really really can't see her wanting the title?

so thus start athy's empress lessons, but holy shit her teacher is mean

like this man makes me want to bash his face in?? so he doesn't like the idea of athy becoming empress over jennette at all, all bc of both hers and claude's mothers being commoners

he has one of those long ass sticks that you use in presentation to point at stuff?? idk but basically mans has athy name every region, its lords and their vassals during their first lesson

the first time she gets one wrong, she's too shocked as the stick meets the delicate skin of her forearm to react

now the thing is, wmmap!athy would probably stand up against this bc her dad is the emperor and she's his only heir, but i imagine with anastacius' social nature he holds many parties / balls where she's probably heard claude's mom + diana slander and it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to be self conscious abt it (now she's the emperor's heir while jennette, 100% royal + noble blood, is right there which probably makes her feel even less legitimate)

so she endures it, the light marks on her arms as well as the taunts of his she's too smart to not understand - perhaps this is the price to be accepted in jennette's place?

and honestly, no one really notices until at breakfast a few weeks in, where jennette mentions how her dresses are still so modest when sleeveless dresses were more in fashion - ana is suspicious because athy is always on top of these things, societal trends and such, and claude is sus from the way she hesitates slightly in her answer, "i haven't had the time lately, i suppose"

the lesson after focuses on ettiquete since everyone knows she's good at politics and such already, but now tears of frustration are pooling in her eyes because what the hell?? this guy had made an opinion of her long before he even met her, so anything she did would be wrong in his eyes

he gives her a sinister smile, "tired, princess?"

"no," she insists, keeping her voice level. he's about to spout some other nonsense, when anastacius enters the room, taking a seat across from her

anastacius watches quietly as athy answers the teacher's questions in her "public" voice. he watches as her usually cheery disposition is replaced by something far more...dead, despite the front she puts on for him. he's soundless as she hesitates in her answers where she normally would've been louder, more confident. he stops watching in silence when his niece flinches at the sight of the stick

oh.

he interrupts her lesson, not missing the way she winces almost imperceptibly when he grabs ahold of her arm, announcing, "we're going."

he just- it's just that that was the moment he knew for sure - the sight of his niece emotionally disheveled for the first time reminds him too much of how his own brother had once been, and he'd... he'd promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt his family anymore

he ends up taking her to the port with some of his advisors to welcome some royal guests, insisting that she would learn better from experience rather than books - but the guest delegation gets so boring that he sneaks her out of the meeting n they end up in the streets

now athy has no idea where they are, but apparently her uncle does?? ana has his hand on her head as he navigates the streets of the capitol as if he comes here everyday, using magic to casually disguise the two of them

in the meantime?

felix is at the port trying to cover for them smfh, he makes up this huge story about how the great wise emperor wanted to familiarize his heir with the locals, understand her subjects, yada yada

back at the palace prince claude is currently dragging a man by his collar and only upon jennette's insistence does he throw him in prison rather than literally kill him

(jettie visits him later in prison to give the guy a piece of her mind, after felix's visit he's sporting a few noticable bruises and the prisoner is practically unrecognizable once lucas visits)

back to athy + ana, they end up stuffing themselves with some super good street food as anastacius confesses that yes, he has definitely been sneaking out of the palace ever since he was a lil kid

athy almost mentions that she, lucas n jettie sneak out too but that might give him a heart attack, so

"it's so pretty, uncle cius," she says, gesturing towards the necklace he holds up. once he's paid for it, anastacius fists the necklace, opening it to reveal the jewel pendant - now imbued with his magic and replaced with gold lettering of the word athanasia

and she realises that yes, that's what both him and her dad have called her all her life, haven't they?

"you're my heir, athanasia," he uncle tells her with a small smile, "i am proud of that."

getting teary, she tells him, "i'm really proud of you too, uncle cius," triggering a very flustered + blushy anastacius

this mans craves validation - not from the sycophantic nobility, or the obsequious concubines he'd dismissed all those years ago, but from the family he thought he'd neither have nor deserve

and just the acknowledgement is so large for athy - he wants her as his heir, not because she's his niece, but bc he trusts her to look after his hard work after him??? - yeah she's totally bawling her eyes out

anastacius magics her a handkerchief but my mans magic isn't that strong?? lmao he's used up so much by now that the 'handkerchief' turns out to be some scratchy tissues

awkward amirite

nope! athy laughs at that, offering him a sip of her drink as she magics another straw and a proper handkerchief lmfaoo

n e ways so when they return, everyone's shocked to learn that the crown heir, princess athanasia will actually be joining the official circles as anastacius' temporary aid - he doesn't wanna entrust her to anyone but family, and decides that the best way to learn is by his side

(she's so confused bc lucas doesn't normally bat an eyelash when she wears the prettiest gowns, but he deadass can't look her in the eyes when she's in her aid uniform - it's more like a suit than it is a dress)

yes lucas women in suits >>>>>

everyone is STUNNED when at dinner, claude proposes they leave on vacation??

anastacius is just not having it?? like no, this is not my brother, and he throws a grape at claude to check if it's a clone or sum (¿¿how does that work??)

anyays so he ain't no felix, ana's aim is ass and it hits jettie instead

mans nearly gets on his knees to apologise

long story short everyone preps for vacation, but by some aCCiDeNt claude n athy end up at a different destination than jettie n ana, when she suggests returning to the palace to regroup, mans deadass sulks

"so you wouldn't like to spend this time with your father, despite barely visiting my office for weeks?"

o-oh

so at their return, the nobility starts pestering everyone that the princesses aren't independent enough, yada yada idc so to quell this annoyance, to the girls' joy, they get to move into emerald palace together, while claude and ana stay in the ruby and main palaces respectively

literally emerald palace becomes such a cool place to be in since it's the residence of the only decent people in this family, the brothers spend hours going through the requests of maids who want to be transferred

it's such a busy time because of athy joining the court and jettie starting her studies as well - naturally, since she isn't becoming empress, she'll be getting the duchy claude + athy were to be given in the beginning

speaking of futures, jettie's interest in plants and cooking has definitely branched out into herbs

claude notices her tending to a small garden during his visit to athy and even gives her a few tips (he had been studying medical since he was a kid, and picked it up again when athy was born and the empire stablised somewhat)

this soon becomes a routinely thing, and he actually starts reading up on some herbs and even orders a few for her prospering garden

after a month of her learning from books, claude proposes adding a medic as one of her teachers, and turns out his hunch was right?? she's excelling at medicine and they keep it between themselves for the time being

it doesn't last long though, bc they're on a hunting trip when ana injures his leg

and !! this girl istg, she gets to cleaning and wrapping the wound without blinking an eye, as if it's the most natural thing ever, and claude is just smirking while athy and anastacius and literally everyone else: 🌟💞✨jettie✨💞🌟

literal tears coming out of anastacius' eyes "how come my daughter is smarter than me😭💅"

claude: that's not a very high standard, brother

anastacius: ✨suddenly i'm an only child✨

behold, the people in charge of running an empire everyone 👏👏👏

even though jennette is claude's (unofficial) student and athy is her uncle's heir, they both ask their dads to the debutante

yes athy does dance with lucas, anastacius sent him an invitation even though he wasn't a noble (he's an active match maker 😌) and nobody dared question the emperor's special guest

at the end of the night, kiel gives jettie a letter from arlanta - it's an invitation to the academy during holidays, from a certain brunette

when she brings up the subject, felix lets out a squeak and literally everyone goes silent 😭😭

athy n kiel are just out here DARING him to spill them beans

but anastacius takes on look at his excited lil kid and decides that yups, she's going to get everything she wants

a/n: i literally don't know how many parts this should have lmaoo but y'all made it this far!! thanks for reading i hope you liked it<3

#non dysfunctional family!au #or ana decides to stop being a shithead!au #functional family!au ??#wmmap #sbapod #who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #anastacius de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia #athanasia de alger obelia #felix robane #lucas #jennette magrita #jeannette magrita #kiel alpheus #ezekiel alpheus #beware of the brothers #cabel ernst #johannes vastia

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Golden Snitches And Old Wounds

Pairing: James Potter x Insecure Reader

Word count: 2787

Request: Hi! I hope you and your loved ones are safe and well. I wanted to ask you if your requests open. If so can i request a james potter imagine with a very self conscious reader? Thank you!

Warnings: Suggestive themes, references to anxiety and depression

A/N: I actually like how this one turned out. It's way sadder than intended but I hope you enjoy! If you want to be tagged, let me know! Requests are open!

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Lily and you were sitting on a bench right on top of one of the twelve colorful towers around the massively wide pitch, waving your Gryffindor flags in excitement.

The scene before you represented a blur of scarlet and green and you struggled to spot your boyfriend of two years, James Potter, among the fourteen players.

His leather-gloved hands gripped the handle of his broom tightly as he was swiftly avoiding bludgers and students, rushing to catch the quaffle.

"Potter, on your left!"

On instinct, James drifted to the right a mere second before his head managed to collide with a bludger. The boy kept soaring high up in the clear spring sky, eyes focused forward.

"Brilliant! Potter tossed the quaffle into the ring!" the speaker roared, "The score is 120:120. Will Gryffindor's Chaser be able to score another goal and give their Seeker an opportunity to catch the snitch?"

"Oh, I sure hope he does," you muttered, sitting on the edge of your seat, eyes focused on the Gryffindor Chaser.

The commentator excitedly shouted, "Robertson passes the quaffle to Smith, he passes it to Potter- no! It was stolen from Taylor, that Slytherin son of a-"

"Joshua!"

"Sorry, professor," the boy sheepishly smiled at McGonagall though he wasn't sorry at all, and returned to retelling the match. "Potter's caught the quaffle! He's swooping down, the three Slytherin Chasers on his tail…"

Over the noise you heard Lily exclaim, "What's he doing! He's getting further away from the ring."

"I don't know, I think he's trying to get rid of the Slytherins, distract them maybe?" you shrugged. You really hoped James was doing this for a reason but yet again, when has he ever thought things through?

Meanwhile you noticed Sirius, a Beater of the team, covering his buddy, making sure to guide the bludgers in the direction of team Slytherin. You had no idea if those two had planned this beforehand or if Padfoot was just improvising.

"A bludger knocked Taylor off his broom!" Joshua happily announced. "That's the moment for Potter to strike!"

And exactly then James swiftly turned around and sped up towards his aim. He threw the quaffle with all his might, the ball piercing the air and going right through the ring.

"Yes!! He did it! What a brilliant attack!" the commentator screamed. Lily and you squealed and clapped, cheering him on. "Now it's up to the Gryffindor Seeker to catch the Golden snitch and that'll be the end!"

James tried to spot you in the audience and when he did, his grin grew even wider. He threw a wink your way but he didn't have much time to celebrate because his task now was to make sure Slytherins didn't score another goal and maybe get another 10 points himself while he was at it. He drifted between teammates and opponents, the summer wind ruffling his hair. He prevented numerous attacks from the opposite team, winning a good couple of minutes where the score was even and Gryffindor had a chance to win.

"Where the hell is the Seeker!" Lily groaned, "It's a matter of time until Slytherin strikes a goal."

You understood her frustration but had faith. You always supported your boyfriend and his team during matches regardless of which house they were up against. You were aware of how much stamina James had, especially when it came to Quidditch, and even more so now that he could almost graze the win with his fingertips.

Suddenly, the Seeker emerged from the depths, a small ball shining in his grasp.

"He's caught the snitch! Williams got the Golden snitch, Gryffindor wins!" Joshua roared, rising to his feet.

The air shook with the screams and cheers of Gryffindors and Gryffindor supporters. Some students hugged each other, squealing in euphoria, others whined and screamed in frustration. The audience turned into a sea of scarlet flags, the iconic lion on display for everyone to see. Professor McGonagall smiled, something rare for a woman as stern and serious as her. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement.

Lily and you high-fived and rushed down the stairs, impatient to greet the boys. When you ran along the pitch, the team was already surrounded by fans and you saw Sirius carrying James on his shoulders, their other teammates doing the same with Williams. Slytherins were quick to exit the scene, muttering curses and complaints.

"Not trying to steal my boyfriend, I hope?" you asked Sirius and laughed.

"Boyfriend?" he feigned being shocked, "Why didn't you tell me there was someone else, James?"

James only rolled his eyes and his friend let him down. Potter walked up to you, standing tall in all his red leather glory. His chest heaved with every breath he took, his spiky hair was disheveled beyond recognition and his uniform was wrinkled and covered in dirt. He was a mess but still managed to look so perfect in your eyes, he was absolutely irresistible.

"Did you enjoy the show, babe?" he smirked as he placed his gloved hands around your waist, pulling you close. You giggled and pecked his nose, "Indeed I did. You're such a show-off."

"But you love me nonetheless," he mumbled, out of breath, and leaned in but you pulled away before he got to kiss you.

"I suggest you shower first, you're quite sweaty."

He frowned and pouted his lips but couldn't help but grin, caressing your cheek. You were staring into his hazel eyes and when they focused on yours, your cheeks turned the same color as his uniform. James was incredibly confident, charming and charismatic and he never failed to make your heart flutter every time you caught him glance at you.

He seemed perfect to you and your expression suddenly darkened when poisonous thoughts clouded your mind. He was perfect, but what about me?

Before James had the chance to ask what was wrong, his friends pulled him aside, "The coach wants to talk to us." He couldn't do anything except for giving you a sad smile and a wave as he left.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your trance.

"Let's go to lunch, I'm starving."

You nodded and followed Lily out of the now empty pitch.

Prodding your salad with a fork, you were still processing your thoughts from earlier, replaying them over and over in your head. You couldn't get rid of the image of James. You were smitten by his messy hair, goofy smile, the way his uniform clung tightly to his body, highlighting his broad shoulders and strong biceps. His physique looked way more impressive and massive and the sight made you lick your lips.

Your daydreaming was interrupted when the doors of the Great Hall opened wide, the winning team walking through. The Quidditch players were greeted with loud cheers and clapping which some of the teachers joined too. Even in just his plain Gryffindor cloak James managed to look astonishingly handsome and he did it so effortlessly. His black robes were flailing freely behind him as he made his way over to you and sat down on your right.

"Clean and fresh just for you," he smirked and pressed his lips to yours, lingering for a bit more than you expected. After that, you proceeded to eat your meal while he placed a steak, some salad, sauce and other different kinds of food on his plate.

"You did an amazing job up there, really."

He smiled, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, "Did you ever doubt me?"

Ah, that cockiness. It might have sometimes gotten on your nerves but it was a part of what made your boyfriend unique and you adored it. You laughed, trying to cover up how flushed he had made you, "Absolutely never, Potter. You're one of a kind."

"So are you."

His compliment caught you somehow unprepared and you slightly froze. You looked at him only to find him already staring at you with such loving eyes, it made you shift in your seat.

"What?" you giggled, dumbfounded.

"Thank you for being there. It really matters to me," he gave your hand a light squeeze.

Seriously, what did you do to deserve this guy.

He's amazing in so many ways, I just can't compare.

You noticed students sending you dirty glances from across the hall and you wished you could shrink in your seat. You lowered your gaze and silently finished your meal.

"Seriously, what's the difference between Felix Felicis and liquid luck? The professor crossed off "liquid luck" and replaced it with Felix Felicis! That's not fucking fair," you groaned, checking your graded essay. You were pretty sure you'd get an Outstanding but you only got Exceeds Expectations which you were slightly pissed about.

Lying on your boyfriend's bed, you were rambling on and on about school work, earning occasional chuckles from James as he was getting changed.

"I mean, Remus always gets the best grades, how on earth does he do that! I swear, he's like a walking encyclop-"

Your words got stuck in your throat at the sight of a half-naked James. His shoulders, toned arms, back and abs were on display while he paced around the room, trying to find his sweater. His muscles flexed under his flesh with every move and you could feel your mouth begin to water.

Once James found the clothing, he turned around. He grinned when he saw your blushing face and didn't miss the opportunity to put on a show for you - he slowly put on his sweater, his jeans falling low around his waist when he raised his arms above his head.

James wasn't only caring, loving and talented. He was also extremely hot. A kind soul wrapped in a pretty package.

Your mind started to wander and you thought about all the girls and boys who would die to be in your place; to be able to date the infamous Marauder and see him shirtless all the time like you got to. You knew many people envied your relationship and you tried not to care that much but you still somehow did. You always did.

"Are you alright, love? You're doing that again."

"I-uh… what?" you stuttered, embarrassed.

James, now dressed, sat in front of you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, "You tend to space out from time to time, you stop listening to me. What's on your mind?"

You shook your head and started to rearrange your books, attempting to appear busy, "Yeah, I do that sometimes, sorry. It's nothing though, I just get lost in my thoughts."

James was eyeing up and down your stiff figure and his heart stung when you lied. One of the things he despised most was being lied to and it hurt him immensely when you did. He knew you meant well but he wanted you to trust him and talk to him like he did.

The boy abruptly but gently grabbed your trembling hands and you froze.

"Talk to me," he pleaded, looking into your eyes for a sign, any sign to reveal how you were feeling on the inside.

Your nervous smile faded and you dropped your gaze to where his hands held yours.

The room was ghostly quiet and you felt trapped, unable to run away or escape the situation.

You opened your mouth to speak but your lower lip quivered and no words came out. James simply stood there, patiently waiting for you to say something while soothingly rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. After taking a deep breath, you choked out.

"Why do you like me?"

He seemed slightly confused but his expression remained calm, "What do you mean?"

You chewed on your lip, considering how to proceed. He deserved honesty and he was genuinely worried so it wasn't fair to keep secrets from him.

"It's just… I am…" you sighed, frustrated. "You're amazing, James. People love you. You're smart, athletic, outgoing and your personality lights up the room. You charisma is undeniable."

You stopped to inhale again, your throat tightening as tears blurred your vision. Your voice was shaking and so were your hands. James only listened. "You're an exceptional person yet you're with me. I-I don't get it. You could choose someone more impressive, someone whose abilities can compare to yours… Someone who's not me."

A tear rolled down your cheek and it pierced through James' heart like a burning blade. He brought your hands up to his face and softly pressed his lips to your knuckles. James let you cry it out first before he dared to speak, knowing you needed this moment to simply let yourself feel before anything else. There was time for figuring things out, but it was not now.

You sobbed and he reached to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, "I've got issues, James. I'm hard to deal with. I struggle with many things and I'm afraid I'm just being a burden to you."

James immediately pulled you into his embrace, arms wrapping around you as you hugged your knees. He rested his chin on top of your head which was leaned on his chest. The boy could not believe a person as breathtaking as you would think so lowly of themselves. You both stood there for awhile, not talking at all. James needed time to take it all in just like you needed time to calm down.

"What makes you think like that?" he hesitantly whispered, voice trembling.

You stared off into the distance, tired eyes unseeing.

"I don't know. I just do. I've always been looked at as if I'm a disease, as if I'm wrong to feel happy," you muttered, using your sleeve to wipe your nose. "Something's wrong with me and I have no idea what. I'm just scared... and exhausted."

You heard James sob.

"How long have you been feeling like this for?"

You swallowed and took a breath, "Years."

James' arms tightened around you, sheltering you from the cold world. You took peace in the vulnerability, you had no strength to hide or pretend, you were free to simply exist.

"At some point I gave up on happiness. That was until I met you," you explained. "You gave me hope and though it was painful and risky for me, I decided to trust you. You never let me down but I'll always be afraid you'll leave me for someone less troubled than me. Like most people did."

"Then I'll always be here to remind you that I'm not going anywhere. I'll be by your side to help you."

You held onto his sweater, scared to let him go, "Thank you."

James rubbed your back up and down and pressed a kiss to your head, "You wanted to know why I love you?"

You hummed, turning to him.

He took a look at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face and he fell in love even more.

"I love you because of your pure soul. No one has ever treated me with such sincerity. You always support me, guide me and ground me when my head's up in the clouds. I'm far from perfect, I'm flawed just like everyone else. But you don't only make me a better person, you make me want to be better. For you."

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, this time from gratitude and love.

"I'm amazed at how torn you are, but still willing to give a part of yourself to those who need it. Your kindness knows no limits and I admire that in you. You might hate the hurt, damaged side of yourself, but I find its rawness to be astonishing. Because I love you. All of you."

Warmth spread throughout your body and for the first time you felt truly safe.

James slowly kissed your chapped lips. He stood still, just letting the moment take place. You savoured the feeling of his lips on yours and were surprised to feel something wet drip on your cheek. When you pulled away, you saw his glossy eyes.

"I love you too," you replied softly and nestled back into his lap. James hugged you, relieved to finally know what was going on with you. He vowed to himself to help you in any way he could and to constantly remind you that you're not fighting your battle on your own. You, on the other hand, were way calmer as well. It was refreshing to be understood and accepted, to not be judged or blamed for a change. You didn't have to act a role or lie. You let down your defences and let the rotten wound inside you bleed. And you smiled.

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