#WHY IS THERE A FELIX THE FISH TAG?????

[kris-bj]

So can we get a litte summary of what the story will be?

Oh... Ok, this is tricky

But the story is obvious, find the ink machine but obviously not that easy, there might be something after this ink machine, that machine is only the door closed, once found something else needs to be fixed. The problem is who the good and who is the bad guy? And why? When you look at our main characters, they would do "things" to "fix" problems

This story blurs the line between good and evil, actually, it removes the line completely

There will be fun lore too, if MatPat touches this it's more complex than the fnaf plot, but if you blink , you might miss references and actual answers, think deep enough you can figure out the answers before the series even reaches that point

Each character has 2 arcs, maybe more depending on the character, their first arc confronts their past or who they are, and the second is connected to each piece they are connected to, and the third arcs will be given to specific characters

BENDY is not who he seems to be, how he acts, his so called demon-nature, so on

ALICE will have her story revealed, how did she become a fallen? She not all cutesy and bubbly all the time

BORIS a child but with special tantrums, he's smarter than you think and has quite the interesting attitude

CUPHEAD his heart is too soft, this tough guy couldn't even aim his gun right at his own enemies, quite the actor am I right?

MUGMAN he can pull of the tough guy act without acting, push your luck, and ur face would be left blue

NOTE - the cuphead show has some canon, so have fun fitting that in

FELIX he has not left his mischievous life behind, cuphead is always watching his back in case the cat is around felix pushed cups outta plane once, im proud of that scene

SCOURGE this showdown bandit now has a name and is always up for a showdown, he might be the key they were looking for in relation to the machine

I can't reveal much cuz of the spoiler, even characters

Lemme know if you wanna know about their rivals, they have quite a role 😉

[kaciidubs]

Before the After Party

❣ Summary: Who said that celebrating had to wait until the after party? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.2k ❣ Warnings: Semi-Public Sex [award show dressing room], slight dom! Hyunjin, smut, desperation, quickie, creampie, allusion to multiple rounds ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Baby, Reader is referred to as My Muse, My Love, this was a long time coming, i know ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“...Stray Kids!”

The sounds of your screams blended with the screams of the hundreds of Stays surrounding you as you watched the boys react to their name being the one called from the pool of other great artists nominated - tears of pride stinging at your eyes as you watched them get up to accept their award.

Listening to the heartfelt, and truly underprepared speech Chris was giving, your eyes scanned over each of the boys; your smile growing impossibly bigger at each of their expressions until you reached the end of the line - a sharp pair of eyes easily catching, and holding, your gaze.

Hyunjin tried his best not to react, but even from the VIP seats you could see the twitch in his lips as he stared at you - the almost break in his facade being enough for him to cut eye contact first, looking out to the audience in front of them.

Tuning back into the speech, clocking Felix’s voice now resonating through the speakers, you did your best to pay attention to the roll call of thanks he was listing but you found yourself looking toward a certain dance line member yet again.

To your non-surprise, his eyes were already set on you and you decided to challenge him, discreetly sending him a small flying kiss with a smirk - the thought of flirting so openly with him sending a chill down your spine.

He looked away again, giving you the peace of mind to catch the last few words of Felix’s speech before joining the audience in cheering for them one more time as they stepped away from the mic; but, as fate would have it, you looked back at Hyunjin one last time to catch him shake his head at you, eyes narrowing in a sign you’ve seen time and time again.

Their performance seemed to go by at the speed of light, and before you knew it you were taking the commercial break to fish your phone out of your clutch, catching a glimpse of the notification illuminating the top of the screen.

My Artist 💘: Dressing room 💌

Excusing yourself out of your seat - ever so thankful for the VIP pass Skijigi had given you - you made your way off of the side stage and into the hallway toward backstage; quickly spotting one of the Skijigi staff waiting for you with a small smile.

With a curt nod, and a brief rush of embarrassment because surely they know why your darling boyfriend summoned you, you let them lead you through the bustling hall until they stopped a few feet in front of a door labeled ‘Stray Kids’ - the rest was up to you.

“Thank you,” you hummed softly, ducking your head in a small nod before knocking on the door, “Hyune? It’s me.”

You barely had the chance to let your hand fall away from the door before it swung open, a hand wrapping around your wrist before you were being pulled into the dressing room with the door slamming shut not even a second later.

“Hyunj-!”

Your shocked gasp of his name was cut off with a pair of lips slotting against yours, your body being crowded against the wall with hands on either side of you caging you in - though, just as you started to get over your initial shock to kiss him back, he pulled away with a bright smile.

“We won.”

“Y-Yeah,” you blinked back at him, willing your heart to be still as a small smile found its way onto your lips, “you guys were ama-”

His lips met yours again in a ravenous kiss, taking the off guard opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, brushing against yours in a heated taunt that promised more.

Your hands flew to hold onto his shoulders, your knees daring to give out from under you with the way he was trying to devour you as if you were his favorite meal.

“Mm- Hyune-”

His right hand dropped to lift your leg, the skirt of your dress raising as he hooked it over his slim waist; slotting himself between your legs effortlessly and grinding against your clothed core.

You couldn’t hide the shivering moan that escaped you, your head falling back against the wall, leaving his lips to occupy themselves with the free real estate of your neck. “God, baby…”

“Want you,” he breathed against your neck, licking at the beginnings of a hickey, “can I? Can I have you, my muse?”

You didn’t even have to think twice, nodding quickly and bringing your hands to his face to move him away from your neck for another breathtaking kiss.

Guiding your leg back to the floor, he blindly led you away from the wall before leading you toward the closest surface he had memory of; the makeup desk spanning the opposite wall. With careful steps, it wasn’t long before your lower back pressed against the edge of the desk, a disgruntled hum vibrating into his mouth as you bit his bottom lip.

Hyunjin groaned, a low, velvety sound that had your toes curling in your heels, and he pulled away just enough for his lips to still graze yours, “We have to be fast - on top, or bent over?”

“On top,” you breathed, a hand cupping the back of his head, “bend me over when we get back to the hotel.”

A grin stretched his lips, and within seconds the beautiful designer dress you wore was hiked up your legs and hips and you were sitting on the sturdy platform of the desk, the award winning artist quickly filling the space between your thighs.

His arm slid between your bodies and his fingers quickly found the damp crotch of your panties, simply tugging the gusset to the side to run his middle and ring fingers through your lips; collecting your arousal on the digits before slowly sinking them past your walls.

Your head fell back, lips parting to let an airy moan flutter through until his hand covered the lower half of your face, undoubtedly getting what remained of your lipstick on his palm in the process.

“My love, as much as I’d give anything to hear your pretty sounds, we should probably be quiet too, shouldn’t we?”

He didn’t wait to hear your response as his fingers set a steady pace, aiming to work you open as efficiently as possible while muffled moans vibrated against his palm.

Your nails grazed against the buzzed cut of his nape, the reminder of his fresh cut making your pussy clench around his fingers.

Tilting your head back down, you were met with his piercing gaze immediately; fiery brown eyes studying every little detail in your face that remained free of his hand.

“Are you going to be quiet if I move my hand?”

Eyes softening, your eyebrows sloped together and you nodded as best you could - you would.

Hyunjin freed your mouth in favor of tugging down the front of your dress, the straps having already fallen from your shoulders, allowing him to easily free your breasts from beneath the neckline. Licking his forefinger and thumb, he quickly found purchase on your left nipple; rolling the nub with intermittent pinches that had your back arching, silently begging him for more.

All the while, his fingers were stilled inside of you in favor of his thumb now gently flicking across your clit, not enough to overstimulate you on pleasure, but just enough to have your legs trembling at his hips.

“H-Hyunjin.” The whine tumbled softly from you, holding more words than you could say without letting the flurry of moans slip through as well - and he heard you clearly.

Sliding his fingers from inside of you, this hand expertly fiddled with his belt until it went slack around his hips, the button and zipper of his pants coming undone in less than a minute before they were shoved down with his boxer briefs just enough for him to free his dick; hard, dripping, and aching for your warmth.

He spread the remnants of your slick along his length before gripping the base, wasting no time in pressing the tip against your folds and pressing his hips forward, slowly but surely sheathing himself inside of your pussy.

Your hand flew to your mouth in record speed, clamping it shut just as a loud, wanton moan began to escape you - you never stood a chance once he was inside of you, his dick reaching the deepest parts of you, and with this position he felt even deeper.

He chuckled knowingly, gazing at you with a warm fondness despite his hand now gripping your hip like a vice, “You’re okay, love, just keep your hand there for me.”

Nodding once again, your free hand moved to hold onto the back of his neck as he adjusted his other hand to cup your breast instead, your sensitive nipple now rubbing against the smooth inside of his palm.

Without another moment of delay, he dragged his hips back slowly, biting back a sharp hiss as pleasure shot up his spine, before snapping forward twice as fast; jolting your body against the desk and sending a few stray makeup tools and products rattling. Repeating the process made a few objects fall, but neither one of you had the heart to care - at least, not in the moment as he set on a fast and deep pace that filled the dressing room with the sound of his skin against yours.

Your palm vibrated with the moans that flowed freely from you, the attempt of keeping them contained now seeming like a joke  - part of you wondered if offering him a blowjob instead would’ve sufficed, but after being witness to his borderline animalistic rhythm, the blowjob would wait for the hotel.

Hyunjin gritted his teeth, his head bowed beside yours as he directed all of his energy toward fucking you, reveling in the pinch of your nails against his neck, and the unrelenting clenching of your walls on every inward thrust.

“T-Thank you,” he grunted breathlessly, the hand keeping you anchored on the desk squeezing you more, “thank you, thank you, my love. Thank you for s-supporting me, for believing in me- f-fuck- Thank you.”

Wrapping your legs around his hips, you locked him in for shallow thrusts, wanting him closer - needing him closer; if you couldn’t use your words, then you would use your body.

His hand slid to your lower back, dragging you to the edge of the desk and giving him a better angle to hit, “You’re everything to me - do you know that? My muse, I mean it.”

Your hand slid up to his hair, past his undercut and into the once beautifully done ponytail, partially sliding the hair tie out of place in the process.

“N-No matter how many awards we win,” he lifted his head, prompting you to open your eyes and lock onto his entrancing gaze, “you’ll always be my greatest win.”

Dropping your hand, you pulled him into an earth shattering kiss, teeth and tongues clashing as your orgasm took you by storm; the only indicator being the rapid fluttering of your pussy around his cock.

He moaned into your mouth, releasing your breast to cradle the back of your neck - one, two, three thrusts rocking your body before he stilled with a choked groan, his dick twitching as his cum coated your walls.

As your breaths slowly came to a calm, so did the feverish motions of your lips, Hyunjin parting with a few pecks and gently untangling himself from your hold.

“How was it? Are you okay?”

Huffing out a breathless laugh, you gave him a glittering smile, “It was amazing, Hyune, and I’m more than okay, but I think we should clean up and head back to the others.”

Returning your smile, he slowly slid his softening length out of you, shivering slightly at the overstimulation before groaning at the bead of cum that budded from your slit.

Clocking the way his tongue peaked out to lick his lips, you laid your hand on his chest with an incredulous laugh, “No, we are cleaning up and meeting the rest of the boys!” You slid your hand from his hair and used it to tug your panties back into place, effectively cutting off his peep show for the time being.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, tucking himself back into his underwear before working on fixing his pants back up.

“Oh, yeah?” Raising an eyebrow while managing to squeeze your breasts back into the slightly over stretched neckline, you cocked your head to the side, “I guess you don’t want to see what I have planned for the after party, then - since I’m no fun?”

The look of horrified betrayal that fell on his features was enough to send you into a giggle fit, which was more than enough for him to drop his act, giggling along with you.

After he helped you from the makeup desk, you helped him fix his ponytail while he used a makeup wipe to clear up any lipstick stains left on his skin - mourning their loss until you were both back in the safety of your shared hotel room.

“To the after party?” He mused, offering you his arm.

Looping your hand around it, you nodded happily, “To the after party.”

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[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Cops & Robbers 🔞

Chapter 8

Tags: Smut, mentions of torture, murder, & prostitution, significant age difference (roughly 20 yrs) between Eric & Felix

A/N: Here’s the much anticipated Eric / Felix crossover! Also I gave y’all a hint about The Mad King in one of the JFW posts. Think you can find it? 😈

“Felix what the fuck?” Eric stormed into the office and slammed the door behind him.

“Good morning to you, too,” the blond looked up at him.

“You tortured Younghoon and killed Chanhee? Are you nuts?” He demanded.

“Technically Jisung and Changbin killed Chanhee,” Felix replied. “But you are correct that I was party to torturing the cop.”

“Juyeon’s got Changbin locked in his basement right now and he won’t let him leave there in one piece,” Eric told him. “If he finds out that you ordered it then you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

“What makes you think I ordered it and I wasn’t carrying out someone else’s request?” Felix leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.

“Since when do you take orders from anyone?” Eric asked.

“Was that a rhetorical question or do you want the actual answer?” The other man questioned.

“Don’t lie to me,” Eric glared.

“You have no idea who runs this city. Juyeon might think he’s in charge, but he’s not. There’s a layer to this that none of you realize. You think we popped up out of nowhere? We started making ourselves known because we were told to. You’ve known me long enough to know that,” Felix replied.

“That’s not an answer,” the younger man snapped.

“Sit down and I’ll tell you what I know. However, you’ll put a target on your own back in the process,” Felix told him. Eric sat and stared at the blond.

“Jisung got himself killed because he fucked up. Changbin is in Juyeon’s basement because he fucked up. I’m walking around freely and breathing because I can follow simple instructions. They were told to leave both of them alive and ignored a direct order. However, by killing Chanhee they gave us leverage against Younghoon. A person is far more inclined to talk when they’ve got a dead body in the room. I suspected he didn’t know anything, but since I like my head still attached to my neck, I did what I was told. We let him go and he went straight to Juyeon like we thought he would. Though I have to say I didn’t anticipate Juyeon being as loyal to Younghoon as he is,” Felix told him.

“Who the hell is ‘we’? You got a mouse in your pocket?” Eric demanded.

“Have they told you about The Mad King yet?” Felix leaned forward.

“He’s a story,” Eric replied.

“He’s very real and very powerful. He’s only seen when he wants to be seen,” the other man said.

“If he’s real, he has to be old,” Eric was skeptical.

“I don’t know his exact age, but he’s definitely in his 50s. If you make it to that age living the life we live, you’re either very lucky or very good. He’s very, very good,” Felix shrugged.

“Let’s say I believe that he’s real. Why?” Eric asked.

“What do you mean why?” Felix repeated.

“Why are you working for him? How did you meet him? What the hell is going on here?” Eric expounded.

“He approached me several years ago. I thought the same thing you did. It was a bunch of bullshit and he was some old guy cosplaying as a story that’s been around since most of us were toddlers. I wasn’t going to agree to work for him until he proved that he was who he said he was. I know you weren’t working for Juyeon at the time, but he was able to disrupt his business like I’d never seen before. He was able to evade Sunwoo’s searches for days, if not weeks. Juyeon only calls Sunwoo when his normal methods don’t work. I thought Sunwoo was unbeatable, but he proved me wrong. It was in my best interest as a small fish in a big pond to accept his offer. Once he decided he could trust us is when he started causing trouble for Juyeon again. You ended up in jail because that’s where he wanted you,” Felix explained.

“So why kidnap Younghoon and Chanhee?” Eric asked.

“That I don’t know. All I know is he wanted us to kidnap them and figure out what they knew through any means necessary. As I said, he only knows what he wants you to know and only sees what he wants you to see,” the blond answered.

“I should tell Juyeon all of this,” Eric said.

“And if you do then you’re not only risking your life, but their lives. Let him do what he wants to Changbin and keep your head down,” Felix advised.

“And if he asks?” The younger man continued.

“It’s up to you whether or not you tell him,” he replied.

“Are you really going to let him kill Changbin?” Eric asked.

“I doubt he will, but if he does then that’s on him,” Felix cocked his head.

“You really don’t give a shit about anyone, do you?” Eric scoffed.

“I give a shit about you. If I didn’t then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You wouldn’t have even gotten through the door,” Felix told him.

“Would you save me if The Mad King tried to kill me?” Felix was silent. “That’s all I needed to know.”

Eric got up to leave and Felix reached out to grab his wrist.

“Let go,” he tried to jerk his arm away, but the other man only tightened his grip as he moved around the desk.

“I’ll protect you until I can’t,” he said.

“Yeah, sure,” Eric snorted.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Eric,” Felix pulled him closer and kissed him. Eric returned the kiss. Felix let go of Eric’s wrist, putting his hands on the younger man’s face. “You’re such a fucking idiot sometimes.”

“If I’m such an idiot why are you kissing me?” Eric breathed, pushing Felix into the chair and climbing into his lap.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Felix retorted. Eric ground his ass against Felix’s cock, eliciting a moan from the older man.

“You like that? When Juyeon’s pretty little errand boy makes you hard?” Eric’s lips brushed against Felix’s ear. His grip tightened on Eric’s waist.

“I like when Juyeon’s little errand boy does what he’s told,” Felix turned his head to look at Eric. His eyes were almost black with desire. It was how Eric liked him best - horny, angry, and completely his.

“What makes you think I’ll listen?” he asked, leaning back to unbutton Felix’s shirt.

“Because you want my dick,” the older man replied as he pulled Eric’s shirt over his head.

“And you want me on your cock so I guess we agree on that,” Eric smirked. He pinched one of Felix’s nipples hard causing his hips to buck.

“Goddammit Eric,” he huffed.

“Tell me how much you want me,” the younger man said.

“And if I don’t?” Felix weaved his fingers in Eric’s hair.

“I’ll leave,” he shrugged. Felix yanked his hair, snapping Eric’s head back so his throat was completely exposed.

“No, you won’t,” he bit down where Eric’s neck curved into his shoulder. Eric grunted, unable to scream because of the angle of his neck.

“Say it,” he gasped.

“Say what? You’re my vice? My competition’s pretty little errand boy is my forbidden pleasure? That I think of you when I’m fucking someone else?” Felix replied, releasing Eric’s hair. The two men watched each other for a moment - half clothed, hair askew, lips swollen - taking in Felix’s admission.

“You…think about me when you’re with someone else?” Eric swallowed hard.

“Ever since that first night,” Felix confirmed.

“That’s almost 3 years,” Eric said.

“Two years, ten months, and five days if you want to be specific,” the older man smirked.

“How much?” the younger man asked.

“I have to keep up appearances, but a lot less than I used to,” Eric didn’t like that Felix was being intentionally vague. “They’re both professionals before you assume I just stick my dick anywhere.”

“You think about me when you’re with a hooker?” Eric questioned.

“I think about you more than I care to admit,” Felix purposely dodged the question. Eric hated when he did that.

“I think about you a lot too,” Eric agreed. For the first time since Eric stormed in, Felix smiled a genuine smile. “I know I shouldn’t be here.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Felix confirmed.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this,” Eric kissed him.

“No, you shouldn’t,” the older man breathed. “I shouldn’t want to fuck you so good that I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Eric ran his hands down Felix’s chest, tracing the outlines of his abs.

“Yet here we are,” Felix stated.

“Ruin me,” the words spilled out before Eric could stop them. Felix’s eyes darkened, if that was even possible, and smirked.

“Gladly,” he replied. “Up.”

Eric stood up, pulling Felix up with him.

“Take off your pants,” Felix breathed against Eric’s mouth as he kissed him again.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Eric nipped at Felix’s lower lip. The other man reached down between them, unbuttoning and unzipping Eric’s jeans. He pushed his underwear down, releasing Eric’s cock.

“Hard already for me I see,” he purred, stroking the younger man’s dick.

“Like you aren’t,” Eric squeezed Felix through his pants.

“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” the older man smirked. He nodded Eric over to the couch on the far side of the room. Eric kicked off his jeans and underwear as Felix fetched a bottle of lube from his desk.

“Has anyone figured out you keep that in there?” Eric asked.

“No one’s allowed in here without an invitation,” Felix replied as he removed the rest of his clothes.

“I came in without an invitation,” Eric pointed out.

“And look where that got you,” Felix pinned Eric’s hip against the couch, starting to work him open.

“You say that like I don’t want to be in this position,” the younger man wiggled his hips trying to get more of Felix’s fingers inside him.

“Why are you always so impatient?” Felix teased. He brushed against Eric’s prostate, eliciting a loud moan.

“Just my nature I guess,” Eric replied.

“Maybe I need to teach you some patience at some point,” Felix was four fingers deep in him, teasing his most sensitive spots every few strokes. Eric arched his back and whined. “But I like you like this too much. Needy, whiny, and wet.”

“I’m not -,” Eric protested. Felix pressed his finger in the slit and Eric’s cock oozed precome. “Okay, fine.”

“Of course I’m right,” Felix grinned. He withdrew his fingers, watching as Eric’s hole fluttered around nothing. “So pretty like this.”

“Hurry up,” the younger man grunted.

“I spoil you,” Felix kissed him as he finished stripping and lubed up his cock.

“I thought you were going to ruin me?” Eric looked up at him.

“Ruining you and spoiling you aren’t mutually exclusive,” Felix told him as he pushed into Eric. Eric reached over his head and held on to the arm of the couch. Felix planted one foot on the floor and began fucking into the younger man. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” Eric whimpered.

“Will you say my name? When you’re being fucked by someone else? Will you think of me when someone else has their dick in you?” He taunted.

“No, only you. I belong to you,” Felix Lee was the last person Eric should be promising himself to. His duties as the courier allowed him to come and go with almost no supervision. No one would question why he was gone for protracted periods. No one questioned his loyalty either. He worked for Juyeon, but Felix owned him. The older man owned every part of him. Eric hated that about himself.

“Stop thinking,” Felix ordered. Eric snapped his attention back to the present.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t apologize, just focus on me,” Felix snapped his hips faster, creating an obscene slapping sound when they met Eric’s ass.

“Can they…” Eric began.

“No one can hear us right now,” Felix replied. “Why don’t you make some noise?”

He reached down and grabbed Eric’s cock, pressing hard against the slit. Eric grunted and tightened his grip on the couch.

“Louder,” the older man told him.

“Felix, please,” Eric moaned.

“Please what?” He looked down at the younger man.

“Please let me come,” he whined.

“What did I say? Needy, whiny, and wet,” Felix stopped the motion of his hips and swirled the precome around the tip of Eric’s cock. Eric was almost in tears as Felix played with him. With a well timed thrust, Felix sent Eric over the edge. He smiled as Eric thrashed and arched under him.

“Felix,” Eric reached up to touch the other man’s face when he finished.

“I know,” he replied, fucking into Eric as hard as the position would allow. He painted Eric’s insides white, emptying everything he had into his body. Felix fell on top of Eric when he finished. “Ruined?”

“Ruined,” Eric confirmed. They rested like that for a few minutes.

“I’m getting sticky,” Felix observed. He got up and wiped them both off. Come leaked out of Eric’s ass onto his thighs and the couch. “Guess I’ll need to get that cleaned.”

“You mean you don’t want your come all over the couch?” Eric teased as he got dressed.

“Not at the moment, no,” Felix replied. Then there was a loud knock on the door. Felix and Eric looked at each other.

“Under the desk,” Felix instructed. Eric nodded and practically dove under it.

“Come in,” Felix called as he sat back down.

“Mr Lee,” Eric thought he recognized the voice.

“Felix, please. You’re the cops?” Felix replied. Eric remembered hearing Younghoon and Juyeon talking about other cops.

“Yes, I’m Jeong Yunho and this is Choi Jongho,” he introduced.

“Have a seat,” Felix shifted in the chair. Eric pressed his back against the side of the desk and willed himself to stop sweating. Felix adjusted his legs, spreading them so Eric could see him getting hard again. A meeting with a pair of dirty cops couldn’t be making him horny again.

“I apologize for making you wait. I had an earlier appointment that went longer than expected,” Eric heard Felix above him.

Yeah, impromptu dick appointment, Eric thought.

“That’s fine. I know you’ve got two of your men missing,” it was a different voice this time.

“Is that why you’re here?” Felix asked. He adjusted his legs again, spreading them even wider. Eric reached up and carefully undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Did zippers always sound this loud? He bit his lip to stay quiet and managed to push Felix’s underwear down far enough to release his cock.

“I don’t suppose you know anything about that,” Felix said, his voice not betraying what was going on under the desk. Eric got on his knees and took the tip of Felix’s dick in his mouth. He’d never actually had Felix’s cock in his mouth before. He tasted better than Eric imagined. He wasn’t sure what exactly he’d imagined, but he was going to have a very hard time not sucking him off like it was his last dying act.

“We got a report of a body that might fit the description of one of them,” Yuhno said. Felix reached down and put his hand on the back of Eric’s head urging him to go further. Just as casually, Felix brought his hand back up knowing he’d given Eric the direction he needed.

“I heard the same thing, however I haven’t been able to confirm anything. Were you?” he replied. Eric steadied himself on Felix’s knees then swallowed him down completely. Felix didn’t react which under any other circumstance would have been insulting. Eric was determined to get him to react. He hollowed out his cheeks and began sucking on cock before pulling back to roll the tip around in his mouth. Felix shifted, but nothing that would be seen as unusual.

“We’ve been supervising a river search for the past few days, but we’re going to the morgue later today,” Jongho told him. Eric swallowed Felix down again and this time pressed his finger against Felix’s taint. His cock twitched in Eric’s mouth.

Perfect.

Eric pressed harder as he focused on the spot below the head. Felix’s thighs clenched under his grip. Eric tried to get his finger back to Felix’s hole, but couldn’t quite reach it with the way Felix was sitting. Sensing Eric’s frustration, Felix shifted again to allow Eric to press the pad of his finger against his entrance. Precome pooled in Eric’s mouth. He pushed the very tip of his finger into Felix’s hole. His thighs tensed again and his cock jerked in Eric’s mouth. Felix brushed his hand over the top of Eric’s head.

“A river search?” He repeated.

“For one of the missing police employees,” Yunho added.

“Did you find anything?” Felix asked. By this point, Eric was rutting his own hips against nothing as he pushed Felix toward his orgasm. With one final push of the first knuckle into Felix’s body, he came down Eric’s throat. Eric forced himself not to gag as come kept pouring into his mouth. He swallowed it until Felix finally finished and gently pushed Eric’s head onto his thigh. Eric tucked him back in and opened his own pants. He began fisting his own cock desperately.

“We did. We found Choi Chanhee,” Jongho told him.

“And Kim Younghoon?” Felix asked. Eric was biting his lip so hard he thought he might bleed. He desperately needed to come.

“We have reason to believe he’s still alive,” Yunho replied. Finally, Eric felt his balls start to tighten. He bit down hard on Felix’s thigh as he came all over the floor and his hand. Felix didn’t so much as twitch when Eric’s teeth sunk into his leg.

“I assume our mutual employer is aware of that?” Felix said.

“He is,” Jongho replied.

“Excellent. Anything else?” He asked.

“No,” they replied.

“Thank you for coming to visit personally. I appreciate it,” Felix told them. The silence went on a little too long.

“Right, yes, we’ll let you know when we find something,” Jongho said. Eric heard them get up and the door close. Felix rolled back the chair to look down at Eric.

“You are a menace,” he said.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy me sucking you off while you’re trying to hold a conversation,” Eric grinned up at him.

“Touché,” Felix sighed. “I meant what I said earlier. I’ll protect you until I can’t anymore,” Felix stroked Eric’s cheek with his thumb.

“How long is that?” Eric asked.

“As long as I’m alive,” Felix replied. Eric had definitely not expected that answer.

“Thank you,” Eric rested his head on Felix’s knee.

“Always,” the older man replied.

[leotheponderer]

So...I've been tagged by @agirlandherquill who was tagged by @katwritesshit to participate in a tag game from @halfbakedspuds, so here goes!

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The Prologue, featuring Kato(Death, Psychopomp, Thanatos), Halcyon(Sleep, Hypnos) and Basile(World, Hades, Persephone) dubbed The Old World Trio because they're the only beings from the Old World who still exist in the New World. The first location I visualised was the Border, which is where souls go before being taken to the Underworld.

The Border.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

[The Main Character by Will Wood] I love this song and it fits Kato's personality very well, especially during the Prologue. I can imagine Kato, Halcyon and Basile singing this together with Kato playing the Piano.

Abstract Kato playing the piano.

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

My favourite has to be Kato, since they're the first character I ever created so I have lots of fond memories of going about developing their character. Halcyon came later as Kato's twin, and I grew to love their dynamic as siblings who then formed a found family with Basile. Halcyon would call Kato out on their bullshit and keep them in check while Basile is the reliable rock of the group.

Abstract Kato on the top and Abstract Halcyon on the bottom.

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

Some Rise of the TMNT fans may notice some similarities between Leo and Donnie's dynamic (the disaster twins) and Kato with Halcyon. I did base some of their personalities on the duo, Kato being Leo and Halcyon being Donnie, so that's not a surprise. There's also a found family dynamic (and FANTASY :D), so I think fans of Avatar: The Last Airbender and Ninjago could like the Prologue too!

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Coming up with names! I really struggled with naming everyone, especially Kato because I wanted the best for them and also because Thanatos and Death in general is hard to work with. I still do not have a name for my story, though I'm working on it. Plot and writing is also hard, so is visualising. (In summary, everything.)

My earliest digital drawing. Abstract Kato increasing their collection.

6. Are there any animals in your story?

Plenty! I have not touched the main world yet, but I do know the New World is teeming with life. The Underworld and the Border on the other hand, have its very own bioluminescent inhabitants like the Glow Fishes, the massive Blue Dragon and the Soul Butterflies. Now that I think about it, the Underworld really resembles the spirit world from Avatar.

Some animal concepts.

7. How do your characters get around?

Probably on foot, though I have though about using their powers, like shadow travel from Nico di Angelo. Some of them have physical wings like Volaria and Felix (bird people), while others like Kato and Halcyon in the Prologue have more spiritual ones. Maybe they have animal companions, summons or just teleport through plantlife (Basile).

Abstract Felix flying in a marathon.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm mostly working on the Prologue, with small bits of the First Interlude and the Main Story. I haven't started on the Epilogue yet, only the things I want to see happen like Halcyon and Basile going on a journey together.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Realistically speaking, art tends to get the most attention on Tumblr. In order to do that I'll need to work harder on drawing to show my story through visuals, and not just words. I'll have to doodle my way into people's hearts!

A place in the Old World.

Whew, that was a long one. I don't really know many people who have WIP stories since I'm pretty new to Tumblr, so I hope they don't mind me tagging them: @hansenesque @drawnecromancy @the-arcade-doctor @devgel7889

Anyone who wants to play this game can join in on the fun too!

Note: There are nine questions in total, listed here.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story?

7. How do your characters get around?

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

[yallmakemyassitch]

A dead soul's dystopia (short continuation) + headcanons!!

Got some peeps telling me to continue the comic and telling me to give Andy raspberries so here you go lmao. Also here's some headcanons since I've been having brainrot of these two suckers since I finished that comic

Andy:

Andy is extremely ticklish within the game and reacts quite ridiculously to certain touches

He is often the target in tickle fights, which typically has him dog piled on top of and wrecked till he can't breath

His main ler is typically Felix; he's a cheeky, slippery fish, able to move quickly and catch him off guard fast enough to jump on him

Andy is a giant ball of nerves, able to giggle up a storm no matter where you touch (Felix loves to take advantage of that fact)

Andy refuses to speak of the time Felix got him while they were fishing on a boat and fell off, having to take a walk of shame back the far, soaked, meanwhile his fish friend teases him. Every time it's mentioned, he will walk out of the room without a word

This doesn't mean he isn't able to hold up his own in a tickle fight (if he's lucky)

He will absolutely conspire against his friends and get them to help him with the ambush; they will typically help but will sometimes turn the tables on him (aka Peter)

Andy is strangely heavy so uses that to his advantage pinning others down, having no qualms with teasing and even baby talking, but will respect their boundaries and stop when asked

Will blow a raspberry occasionally but they're so soft it can only his lee giggle like crazy 🥺

Peter:

A MONSTER

No questions asked

You'd be lucky to even touch the guy, he'll move so fast behind you, you won't notice until you blink

Godspeed o7

He's an unpredictable guy, no emotion or intent behind those lime green eyes of his, but once someone's been targeted, you can run and hide but he'll catch you eventually

He's a fan of playing a game of tickle tag within the maze of the barn, it will be very terrifying to you but to him, very amusing :)

Once he catches you, he'll praise you for your attempt and effort, but will quickly turn sinister and start teasing you

Now it isn't in your typical "coochie coochie coo" fashion but it's pretty clear he's mocking you for you goofy reaction

"Now now, why are you so nervous? Settle down, take a breath and don't panic. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Peter can read people like books, so will know just exactly where to attack, even at the smallest reaction

He graces his finger on your hip and you twitch? About a millisecond later he's drilling his finger into the bone but you can't buck him off since he's straddling you

oh well guess you'll just have to take it and hope for the best 🤷‍♀️

Primary victim is hard to determine as he rarely tickles someone

But when he does, it's usually Andy and BOY does he love tormenting the apple

He will inflict the worst methods on his ass and will not stop until he's satisfied, but this goes to everyone, so regardless of victim, they're gonna get got

Not ticklish. Don't try it trust me buddy it will quite literally save your life

Bro will turn around at a menacingly slow pace and by the time he's staring into your soul, it's game over

anyways someone make aaf tk fanfiction please I wanna read them

[ncfan-1]

I was tagged by @qserasera to share a few paragraphs of what I've been writing lately. Specifically, I am still deep into writing the outline for To the Limits of Your Choice. Since it's less an outline and more a synopsis of the fic itself, and because this fic is turning out to be a monster in terms of length, I don't expect to be done with the outline until February, but I'll share a little of what I've jotted down:

Excerpt from outline of Chapter Twenty-Seven of Book One of To the Limits of Your Choice, 'Running in Place':

They eventually came to a stop by one of the ponds which Linhardt had heard of. It was a large, still kettle hole, with water so remarkably clear that it was like a freshly-polished mirror for the sky. Linhardt commented on having heard that the fishing was good in these ponds, and Ingrid said they could always go back to the marketplace to get fishing bait, but Linhardt refused. Why waste so much time going back and forth when they would be perfectly find just appreciating the sight before them?

That they did. Though he had been to his home territory only rarely, Linhardt thought to himself that the remarkable clarity of the water, the way they pond could have been five feet deep or fifty, reminded him of the mountain lakes in Hevring. Meanwhile, Ingrid was remarking aloud, wistfully, of a place she was reminded of when she looked at this pond. She and Felix and Glenn—Linhardt didn’t know who Glenn was, but he supposed it didn’t really matter—had liked to go swimming in a lake in Fraldarius territory when they were all small. Even in summer, the water had been shockingly cold, but they had barely marked it as they just swam and swam and swam. The look on her face as she said this was so bereft that Linhardt was forced to wonder if she and Felix had had some sort of violent falling-out. He wasn’t sure how to approach that, and instead asked her if she really had been friends with Felix and Sylvain for such a long time.

Ingrid confirmed that she had been, and that she had been with Dimitri as well. Linhardt, who did not think he had ever really seen her interact with Dimitri in such a way as would have suggested that they were close, long-standing friends, expressed surprise. Ingrid’s face shuttered, and she mumbled that, well, they had been close, but that she wasn’t so sure anymore. But Felix and Sylvain? Yes. As for Felix in particular, she couldn’t even remember when it was that she and Felix had first met. They had known each other for as long as she could remember. Not long after she was born, she had been betrothed to Felix’s older brother, as well.

Linhardt frowned at that. He did not consider himself part of Ingrid’s circle, but it was well-known by now that Ingrid’s father was fairly desperately seeking a suitor for her hand. Though he did not know all the details, there was no one left in the Officers Academy who did not know that the Blue Lions and Dorothea had been forced to venture out after Dorothea had brought to light some unspecified unsavory details about a man who had put himself forward as a match. Had the earlier betrothal fallen through? Such a thing was hardly unheard-of, after all. Cautiously, Linhardt ventured “He is…?”

“Dead. Glenn was one of King Lambert’s knights. He perished in Duscur, alongside his liege.”

At that, Linhardt winced, and offered a stumbling apology. Joy, another sore spot he had managed to stomp on without even realizing it was there. But Ingrid brushed it off. She didn’t seem as though it was nothing to her, but even so, she told him that it was years ago, and that he needn’t apologize for it. If Glenn was alive, her father would have seen no need to send her here—it was impossible not to notice the bitterness biting deep into her voice—and they would not be in a position for him to apologize to her in the first place.

I'm tagging whoever wants to play. I know there are some people who may not be writing at the moment, or may be deep in the weeds of outlining like I am.

[ichnlx]

『 fic masterlist 』

↳ list of my fics from honeyl. always updating!

formatting: title : ship : word count : status : rating newest to oldest. link will be embeded on tittle. M = mature. T&U = teen & up. G = general. please read tags carefully.

∴ tenderly yours ・chanlix ・4k ・ finished ・ G

Chan quickly turns around, careful not to spill his coffee, and he is met with the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life.

∴ to the left of your heart ・2min ・2k ・ finished ・ G

“I love you, I do,” It’d be easier if he didn’t.

∴ sweet saliva ・ chanlix ・ 5.5k ・ finished ・ M

His saliva tastes sweet as he swallows it and the whole world is at his hands.

∴ tangerine skin and cyanide seeds ・jilix ・2.5k ・ finished ・ T&U

"I kiss you and you kiss me back, then we pretend it didn't happen as I make you pancakes and you make fun of my socks," a pause. "Why aren't we dating?"

∴ gutted fish ・chanlix ・ 1.2k ・ finished ・G

It is Chan, and he is Felix, so the lack of silver in Chan's wrist feels like getting sucker punched by the universe.

∴ the last goodbye ・ chanlix ・1k ・ finished ・G

Eclipses don't last long, mere seconds in which the sky is in total harmony, no opposing star-crossed lovers longing for each other in eternal agony, no cold light nor burning one, simply existence.

∴ forever thinking of your smile ・ chanlix ・ 3.7k ・ finished ・ G

 3 (+1) times Chan & Felix interact during weddings.

∴ let there be hope ・ot8 ・9k ・ongoing ・T&U

The slow steps of learning how to live more than just survive; fall in love along the way and hope for hope.

∴ and i ache ・ chanlix ・16k ・finished ・ M

Felix and Chan's soul are one on its own, that doesn't mean things are easy.

∴ carnage at the rooftop ・ chanlix & hyunho ・ 8k ・ finished ・ M

Minho and Hyunjin are in love, Chan and Felix are each other's make or break, and the rooftop witnesses it all.

∴ little joys ・drabble collection ・ ongoing [requests open!]

to be loved ・2min ・1.8k ・ finished ・G

home • seunglix • 623 • finished • G

sunrine kiss ・ seungsung ・912 ・ finished ・G

liberosis ・ binsung ・825 ・ finished ・G

the universe's nudge ・ chanlix ・ 1.8k ・ finished ・G

[superdanielasisters]

Peter the Pumpkin x Genderfluid! Reader Short Headcanons + Oneshot (Romantic)

(Requested by @i-dont-know-name)

First, let's go to the Headcanons!

You became part of friends with Andy the Apple. You decided to celebrate Halloween with your friends, Andy the Apple, Margaret the Mole, Felix the Fish, Claus the Clock and Melody the Moon.

You decided to dress up wherever you like. (Could be Mario, Cuphead, Jenny Wakeman or something you like)

You decided to go on trick or trick. You in the farmhouse. When you going to exit the farmhouse, you saw a Haystack Maze. You didn't know about that, but you decided to go to the Haystack Maze.

Until you going to meet Andy the Apple arch enemy, Peter the Pumpkin.

Peter the Pumpkin was friendly and never hurt you. You never knew why. Let's see what happens next.

Let's go to the one-shot!

You are ready to celebrate Halloween. You and your friends are going to trick or treat. You decided to split up while your friends are too. Except for Melody the Moon and Margaret the Mole, who do it together.

You must go to the forest. You tried to find a house, but it was too hard to find in the forest. But, luckily you spotted a farmhouse. A farmhouse is look abandoned because no one lives there. You knocked on the door.

Y/N: Trick or Treat!

But no one opened the door. You decided to wait. After 5 minutes, you get tired to wait. You opened the door and see it. Inside, it was too dark. You sneakily inside the farmhouse and see what going on. Nothing happens...

You tried to exit. But it's too late... Someone shut the door fastly. You saw Someone, who shut the door fastly. Someone, who is unknown, never revealed, but cover in a hooded cape and got green eyes.

You were shocked about that and decided to run away from someone. Someone used to evil chuckle and follows You. You must find a way to escape and not get captured by someone. Fortunately, you saw the exit without the doors. You going to exit and you going to believe you never see it before.

It was a Haystack Maze. This is where all the pumpkin lives. You decided to look. You must find a person who got candy. Until you bumped someone and fell. Well, you got in trouble! Who gonna save you now?!

Y/N: Oh! I'm so sorry! Don't hurt me! I tried to find someone who gots candy!

But... Someone never going to hurt you. Until he removed a Cape and throw it away. It was Peter the Pumpkin, Andy the Apple arch-enemy, who used to a gentle smile.

Peter: Why of course, I will never hurt you! This is why I am here, my Darling!

Y/N: Oh... So, you tried to trick me, aren't you?

Peter: *Chuckle* Well, not really...

Y/N: Who are you?

Peter: I'm Peter the Pumpkin, nice to meet ya! And what is your name?

Y/N: It's Y/N

Peter: Ah, Y/N! What a nice name that you got there~! Also, nice costumes! *Give a thumb up*

Y/N: Umm... Thanks.

Peter: No problem, darling!

Y/N: Wait... How long have you been here?

Peter: That doesn't matter. *Give a hand* Can you trust me, my darling?

After he gives a hand, you are not sure about that... But sure, why not! You take his hand and he pulls you up. You never felt that he was a good friend he was.

Y/N: Gee, thanks!

Peter: No problem! Anyway, You wanna play a game of tag?

Y/N: Really? What is this game?

Peter: It's where you tag someone. It sounds fun! Would you try it?

Y/N: Umm... Sure.

Peter: Sounds great, let's play Just this way to the Haystack Maze!

Y/N: Okay!

You decided to follow him. Before the game starts. Peter tells you that you're it and must tag him. The game starts and Peter runs away from you. You are about to be ready.

Peter: You're it. Catch me if you can!

And now, you are ready! You must find a way to tag him. You run and find the right spots. Until you found him and run. But, Peter was running fast. You run and find a way to trick him. You hide a tall pumpkin and wait to trick him. Peter stopped running and worried about You. He thinks you get lost.

He finds you and saw a tall pumpkin. He was confused but You jump and tag him. He was shocked about that and now he smiled.

Peter: Oh, hey! You caught me! Great job!

You were so good at that. Peter tells you it's his turn to tag You. The game starts and You run away from him. Until the disaster start...

Peter: I'm it. Run away if you can~! *Evil chuckle*

Uh oh... That sounds not good. You decided to run. You must not get caught by him. You must find a way to escape. You run through the maze and find an exit. You heard an evil laugh and you must be brave.

But unfortunately, you never found an exit. You found the wrong exit. You are now trapped... You don't know what to do... Until he found you... You were shocked about that.

He ran to you and you cover your eyes and you know what happens next...

...

...

...

...

...

He jumps on you and you fell. He pinned you on the ground. He kissed your lip and you were so blushed! He let go of your lip.

Peter: *Chuckle* Caught you~!

Y/N: Umm... Did you just kiss me?

Peter: Yes, my darling~!

Y/N: But, why...?

Peter: Well, because I can't help falling in love with you. So, I decided to trick you after you did trick me.

Y/N: Oh... Well, gosh. Okay, I'm sorry for tricking you... But, next time, don't do it again. Promise?

Peter: It's alright, I understand. I promise. I'm sorry for scaring you like that.

Y/N: It's ok.

Well, you know. Peter was a great seeker. He was good at the game of tag. You can't help falling in love with him, like him. You smiled.

Y/N: Hey. You know what? I love you.

Peter: *Gapsed softly* Really? You mean it?

Y/N: *Nods* I think you are a great seeker!

Peter: Aw, thanks! I love you too!

Y/N: Yeah. I guess so.

Peter: Luckily, you get all the candy you desire!

Y/N: *Gasp* Really?

Peter: Well, of course, Sweetie! Anything you need~!

Y/N: Gosh, thanks, Peter!

You were excited about that. And Peter gives you all the candy you desire. You got full of candy inside of the bag. You thank him for all the candy. You decided to hug him and he hugs you back. You decided to leave.

Peter: *Blow a kiss and wave* Goodbye, my darling~

Y/N: Goodbye, Peter! Happy Halloween!

You going home. And so your friends did. Before you go home, your friends were shocked and ask you where he gets all the candy. You ask them about it's doesn't matter unless it's lucky.

Your friends will not sure about that. You decided to go home. Your friends will agree about that and leave.

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

(Gosh, I love him-)

(A/N: Hello, folks! I'm sorry for taking so long... So, it's Halloween! I think it's fit for Peter the Pumpkin! Anyway I hope you liked it or not)

[theofficersacademy]

                                 Julius   Sophia   Julia   Tharja                            Marianne   Nino   Phina   Felix  Flayn                                 Sara   Eliwood   Ephidel   Hilda

TEAM TAG: #KEflood2023 BASE CAMP PROGRESS: 5%

WEEK TWO: Dark horizons

Blank visits, sometimes. Sits in their boat and stares at you as you poke at your base camp. Why, they ask, did you not set up in the Glass House (the chapel) or the Study? Or both, even. They shrug, resigned never to understand how the lot of you think.

And then, it happens:

endless day gives way to endless night.

Blank laughs. The last time this happened, they recall, the storms that followed reshaped the whole of the world... Perhaps you should prepare your base of operations with that in mind.

Places of Interest

the “Chapel” - One day, Blank wonders at you: why are you here? It takes a moment less fleeting than you’d like to remember. The Knights...! Blank vaguely remembers knights and, with their dandy water-breathing cantrip, points you toward the ground far beneath the chapel. Rows and rows of crudely fashions headstones line the earth. Perhaps, Blank notes, your knights are simply resting and need to be awakened? Beware the will-o-wisps lurking about certain graves...

the Study - It’s begun to rain in infrequent bouts. The study looks all the cozier, providing overhead shelter. There are still a great many journals to not read, or... well, would you look at that? Some seems more legible than before, even if they’re in a language you can’t read. You ask Blank. Blank titters. Reading is for nerds.

the Abyss - Pitch black as ever. If only you had some light...

NPCs of Note

Blank - Their advice continues to be a coin flip of useful or not, though they still seem to mean well enough. Also, they are most delighted that you have found a second scull, and would like to know if you wish to race! Maybe there will even be a prize...

Tasks

Setting up base camp - every 1 post = up to 5% of progress, capping at 60% - requires up to equivalent of 5 planks, sheets of cloth, or combination thereof per post

Scavenging / Foraging / Diving / Fishing / Hunting - see week one tasks - visibility is poorer now, but where there’s a will there’s a way, yes?

Not all is dark in this new world of perpetual night: bioluminescent blooms decorate the surface of the water alongside softly glowing flowers. Every now and again, you hear a loud splash followed by one of the plants up and disappearing, as though consumed... Not to worry! Blank says. You guys don’t glow like tasty flowers so the thing will surely leave you alone... - that said, if you should wish to cultivate some, roll 1d4 to see how many bioluminescent blooms your manage to harvest

[feliix]

Perfect Score ↠ Han Jisung

↠ Jisung x Reader (feat. Felix)

↠ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fake Dating!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ Word Count: 14.9k

↠ Summary: As you return home to work at your local coffee shop, you’re swarmed with couples coming in on lovey-dovey on dates. You’ve always hated the idea of love, but it’s Jisung’s mission to make you change your mind in just two weeks time.

↠ Warnings: idiots 2 lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, fingering, soft sex, language, light mentions of marking, mentions of bad past relationships

“That's disgusting.”

You grimace in the most subtle way as you watch the man across the shop press a gentle kiss on the cheek of the woman next to him. For some reason your shop is packed with couples this evening. Not that you’ve been counting, but they’re probably the 50th overly lovey-dovey pair that you’ve seen this just this shift alone. 

To say ‘love’ isn’t really your thing isn’t too far from the truth. Every time you’ve been burned by someone in the past has only made your hope about love deteriorate. Relationships suck. Already been there, done that, and you don’t plan on doing it again.

You’ve always stuck by the same theory; relationships either lead to heartbreak or marriage. And even still, marriage may still end in heartbreak, so what’s the point?

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jisung laughs, pulling you out of your thoughts as he rounds the corner. He’s just in time to catch your snide remark, surely it won’t be the last one you’ll make tonight though. He had just run to the back to get you a fresh package of cups after using up all the stock in the front.

Tonight is busy to say the least. The sun has already set, and it’s the afternoon rush when everyone comes in for their second daily dose of caffeine. And it’s definitely necessary – especially on a day as hot and exhausting as this one. It’s the third day that its been over 100º in a row and the humidity is doing a real number to your hair.

“It’s not dramatic,” you sigh, leaning on the counter behind you as Jisung maneuvers around you, placing the cups on the shelf underneath. In your mind it absolutely isnt. Its a mystery why all these people need to publicly display their affection in a coffee shop anyway...

It’s just the two of you on the schedule tonight. Your boss has always been kind of an asshole, just leaving 2 kids in their early twenties to run the shop by themselves while he went off to do god knows what. There's always been an aching suspicion that he just goes to the bar across the street, since his car is still parked behind the shop but he’s always nowhere to be found. That’s okay though, it's better than him looming over your shoulder and criticizing your technique the whole shift.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Jisung shakes his head.

In stark contrast to yourself, Han Jisung is quite the hopeless romantic. So much so that he tends to search for love in all the wrong places. Maybe a better way to describe it is that Jisung has a series of flings. He’s not shy to test the waters of any girl he comes across – and there are many, many waters that he’s tested. Lucky you gets to hear all about each one, being his friend and all.

But to your good friend’s demise, his ‘relationships’ never end up working out for very long. Theres always some kind of fatal flaw that’s a means to an end. Whether it was Jisung’s fault or the girls,  it’s always confused you why he could never hold onto something longer than a couple months. Jisung is a great guy, it didn’t make sense.

So great that you have been best friends with him for as long as you could remember. It all started that time in pre-k, where you poured a shovel of sand on his head in the sandbox. Initially, it did make him cry, but he got over it eventually. Ever since, he’s been right by your side, sandy hair and all.

“How much longer,” your eyes roll back in your head, neglecting to look at the watch on your wrist in fear that your shift has a significant amount of time left. The night has been dragging on since you stepped foot in the door and heard the little jingle as it opened. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d only made it through half your shift thus far.

“Just under an hour. Want to start the closing checklist so we can get outta here?” Jisung offers, reaching for the rag and sanitation bucket at the end of the counter.

Nodding your head, you follow his plan – beginning your mission to clean like a speed demon so you can leave no later than at 8 o’clock on the dot. 

Luckily, closing tonight goes as smoothly as it possibly can. You and Jisung are ready to get out of there at 8 on the dot, thanks to your determination to mop like a mad woman and stock the front as fast as humanly possible. 

The air outside feels crisper than usual. Maybe its because you’ve been locked up in a small room that smells like coffee beans for 10 hours, but you’ll never get enough of the night air. 

“So what are we doing tonight?”Jisung asks, his fingers adjusting the headband that sits just above his forehead.

“I was planning on going home and getting some rest…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact with him. Jisung always goes out after your weekend shifts and never lets up on convincing you to tag along. So you can’t look at him, his eyes are much too convincing make contact with, and you are beyond exhausted from working a double today.

“Gah you’re so boring,” he teases, stopping in his tracks in the center of the parking lot to ruffle the hair on top of your head, “it was an early night we should do something.”

With a deep sigh, you stop as well, smoothing down your hair as a pout forms on your lips. The suggestive smirk settling across Jisung’s face is telling; he knows he’s about to get his way before you have the chance to turn him down or fish for another excuse. So you tilt your head, subtly rolling your eyes as you wait for him to explain what his big plans for tonight are.

“I’ll be at your house by 9.”

Accepting defeat, you shoot him a thumbs up before turning to get into your car. Asking any more questions would take away any time you had to wash up – and smelling like coffee beans any longer is going to drive you up a wall since it hasn't already.

It doesn’t take much time for you to rush home and get ready, and before you know it Jisung is there to pick you up. Only a few minutes late, but that’s just par for the course and right on time in Jisung terms. 

The car ride to your destination feels like a blur with how exhausted you are. So when you end up at your favorite boba spot, you immediately perk up. Those tapioca pearls always manage to give you a second wind.

But when Jisung decides to take a seat at one of the round tables just outside the shop instead of getting back in the car you know somethings up. You were expecting to hop back in the passenger seat of his car, maybe listen to some music for a while and drive around to kill time. 

Initially he doesn’t say much. His legs just bounce hyperactively while he fidgits with the straw of his drink. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to speak up; his eyes staring down at the cup in front of him instead of sipping from it, lip caught between his teeth.

The energy is off. Not only did you expect to hang out and do something adventurous like Jisung normally would, but now you’re watching his cheeks grow red while avoiding conversation.

Awkward silence becoming too much to bear, you take matters into your own hands. “So how are things going with that girl?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighs, his fingertips drumming along the surface of the table, “she didn’t really work out.”

Unsurprised by his response, you just nod along. Its always to expect since he’s the pickiest person you’ve ever met. His last relationship ended because he thought the girl breathed too loudly. The girl before that had an annoying laugh, and then the one before that didn’t like cheesecake. There always seems to be a laundry list of deal-breakers tied along to each one of Jisung’s relationships, and that is something you’ll always expect.

“You’re probably better off.”

You don’t think much of the words before they leave your lips. Relationships are a ton of work, and you’ve never understood the point of to putting all your effort into something like that. There is a way to just be happy on your own, you know.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows furrowing in response, hands gripping his thighs in anticipation

“You know what I think,” you tilt your heat matter-of-factly, “relationships are kind of just a waste of time.”

“What is with you and all this ‘anti-love’ stuff anyway, Y/N?”

Now thats a response that you are not prepared for. The question catches you off guard, a boba bubble almost catching in your throat leaving you a coughing mess. Jisung chuckles at your discomfort, waiting patiently for you to get it all out and just answer his question, as uncomfortable as it is. 

“I’ve wasted too much time with too many dead-beat guys to even think about love,” you sigh again, your coughing fit subsiding as you reach for your cup once again.

“Not every guy is a dead-beat.”

His words carry a harsh bite to them, almost as if he finds you’ve said offensive. It burns his ego a bit, assuming that you’re grouping him in with all the guys you’ve been with in the past. Which is strange, Jisung should know that he’s different. For one, you’ve never dated him before and two, if he was such a dead-beat you wouldn’t have kept him around for so long.

You aren’t able to talk to guys, or most people for that matter, in the same way that you talk to Jisung. He’s the one you rant about all the assholes to. He knows all the shit that you don’t tell anyone else, he’s like your own personal human diary. Secrets are always safe with him, it's not like he has anyone who would listen to the gossip even if he wanted to tell.

After a minute of silence his expression changes, Jisung’s eyes squinting at you in that ‘I have a crazy idea’ type of way. It’s a look that you haven’t seen very often, and you can’t say that you’ll ever get used to it. 

“Okay then I’ll make you a deal,” he proposes, a glimmering look in his eye that made you somewhat nervous. You never know what you are getting with Jisung, but most of the time his ‘deals’ are on the crazier side.

“What is it?” You still ask although you’re a bit nervous to hear his answer. If his plan is to set you up with one of his delinquent friends or something–

“Be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen as the words fall from his tongue, confusion taking over your expression as a small chuckle slips past his lips. Instinctively your stomach tightens, the air around you now feeling a bit heaver each second time ticks on. He can't be serious…

“Your what?”

“Two weeks is all I’m asking for. Be my girlfriend for just two weeks, and I’ll show you that love isn’t as shitty as you think it is.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” you shake your head, a disbelieving smile stretching wide across your face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he challenges, “it’s two weeks of your life, what else do you have to do? I think it could be fun.”

The quirk of his eyebrow and quick squint of his eyes grabs your attention. He’s serious about this, scarily serious, and you aren’t quite sure how to react to that.

“What’s in it for you?” Your chin falls into your palm as you stare at him, waiting for his response.

“Well for one,” he starts, a sigh leaving his lips, “if it works then I won’t have to listen to you complain about how much relationships suck anymore.”

Just when you don't think you can roll your eyes any further into the back of your head, your own actions surprise you. If looks could kill, the one you’re giving him right now would surely take him out. He doesn’t pay much mind to it though, he’s used to your sass and just shrugs it off.

“This is an awful idea,” you glare at him as if it will change his mind. You’re certain this experiment of his would not change your own. Love sucked, and that was that.

“Two weeks,” his voice carries a taunting tone, his eyebrows wiggling to entice you into his plan. He isn’t going to give up on this easily, you know Jisung. And Jisung always gets his way.

“Fine,” you huff, “two weeks and that’s it. And if my mind isn’t changed you owe me 3 more of these,” you say, picking up your boba from the table and shaking it at eye-level for emphasis.

His bottom lip catches between his teeth, satisfied with your response. He isn’t exactly sure how he’ll manage to pull this off, but he’s definitely up for the challenge.

“We start tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up after work.”

Crossing your arms over the table, you bury your head in your arms. This is going to be the most interesting two weeks of your entire life.

“Wait, you're like dating dating the Han Jisung?” Felix’s jaw drops, excitement prevalent on his face as you spill about your night with Jisung.

Felix is the only person in your life that understood your hatred for relationships, other than Jisung of course. Not that he shares the hatred himself, he’s just heard enough about how much you despise being in one to know just how you felt. He’s only heard about it every day for the past several summers.

Felix is your best friend, other than Jisung of course. He’s also the only person in this world that you could bear to work with on a Saturday morning. 

“That's the plan,” you sigh fiddling with the containers on the counter. It’s pretty slow for a Saturday morning, only a handful of customers have come in so far and it's already 11 am.

That’s the thing about working at a coffee shop – and it sucks when it's busy, and it sucks even more when it's slow. At least it isn't a terrible job, you at least have Jisung and Felix to keep you company and that's always worthwhile.

“And for the record,” you turn to look at Felix, a grin still evident on his face, “I don’t think this is gonna change my mind about the love stuff.”

“You know how Jisung is,” his eyebrow lifts, “so you never know. Maybe something could happen.” 

If anyone was surprised that you were dating someone, fake relationship or not, it would be Felix. On top of that, you’re dating Han Jisung. As in, the same Jisung that ended a 3-month relationship last year because the girl ‘smelled too much like peaches’ and it was ‘too good to be true.’ And now that you’re the one stuck with him for the next 14 days, it is only a matter of time until he finds the deal-breaking trait that turns him away from you.

“Okay no, that's exactly why this is only two weeks. If I know Jisung, he’ll be over it before the 2 weeks even ends.”

“Whatever you say,” the pitch of his voice is raised teasingly. You can tell he doesn’t believe this will be just a ‘two-week thing’ by the funny little look on his face. You hate that look, and you hate how Felix always seems to be right.

Subsequently Felix sees a lot of things that you aren’t able to see for yourself. You’ve grown up with Jisung, grown accustomed to his unique mannerisms and behaviors without even noticing. Felix, on the other hand, has a different point of view. 

He’s not in it like you are, so gets to see the way Jisung looks at you; the way he hangs on each and every word that leaves your mouth with a sparkle in his eye. He notices that Jisung longs to make you laugh. And he watches the toothy grin each that grows on your face each time a chuckle breaks through your lips. Felix notices every behavior that you see as nothing more than ‘friendly.’ But who is he to say? So, for now, the information remains tucked away and stored in his mind for a later date.

Your fingers drum on the clean marble countertop beside you, leaning against it as you wait for a customer to come in. All this time with nothing to do is really doing wonders for your imagination; thinking about what Jisung has planned for the two of you to do tonight. Nothing special, you hope, he really doesn’t need to go all out for this. 

The lack of customers and silence that's fallen among the shop is just making it easier for your mind to wander off. It was beginning to make you sick how much you were thinking about Jisung and nothing has even happened yet. It's not like you have any reason to be nervous, but keeping all these thoughts trapped in your thick skull is starting to give you a headache

“He’s picking me up after work.” You blurt it out without thinking much about it. No one is here, you might as well lay it all out there for Felix to know since there's nothing better to do.

“He’s picking you up? Like you’re going on a date?”

“Shut upppp,” your eyes roll at his teasing nature, growing slightly embarrassed by how giddy the thought of this ‘date’ is making him, and you for that matter. It’s just Jisung. And you are just hanging out like you do every other night. There's nothing different about tonight and you’ll be able to prove that to yourself and Felix by the next time you see him.

The rest of you shift flies by – it always does when you work with Felix. Before you know it, the closing checklist is coming to an end, only a few steps left before you can finally get out of here. The clock had just turned to 7:55 pm, but Jisung still isn’t here. Not that you’re expecting him to be on time or anything, this is still the same Jisung you have always known.

What you aren’t familiar with is the nervous butterflies fluttering around in your tummy as the clock approaches 8 pm.  What are you even nervous about? It isn’t a blind date, other than the fact that you have no idea what you’re doing. And it isn’t even a date. It’s Jisung for crying out loud.

Speaking of the devil, the chimes in the front of the shop ring as Jisung passes through the doorway. You don’t see who it is at first, your back turns to the door as you sweep behind the counter. The chimes ringing at this time of night do trigger your fight or flight instincts though, ready to turn to whoever is approaching and give them a dirty look for coming in this close to closing time.

But once you turn around and see Jisung standing in the doorway with a bouquet of sunflowers, your tension quickly subsides. You swear that you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks as you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. It's okay that you aren’t able to, though, the surprised look on your face is enough for his smile to light up the room.

“I’m here to pick up the pretty girl with the espresso stain on her shirt,” he chuckles, his bottom lip catching between his teeth nervously.

Tonight he’s dressed a lot nicer than usual comfy attire; a nice shirt with a pair of dark jeans that hug his slim figure. His hair is a lot lighter too – a vast change from the midnight black strands that normally frame his face. He’s really going all out for this thing – and right now all that you’re wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt with coffee stains down the front.

When you look to your right, Felix is just as stunned as you are. Frozen in his spot as his jaw practically sweeps the floor, he looks at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised as a smug expression crosses his face. For a second you contemplate asking him if he’s all set to finish the closing checklist on his own, but before you’re able to speak up he’s already shooing the two of you out the door.

With a goofy grin displayed across his face, Jisung hands you the bundle of flowers, tied together with a delicate white ribbon. You mumble a thank you, still stunned that he showed up here looking like that to take you out tonight. So he is the romantic type, note taken.

“You like nice,” you gulp nervously. It already feels like a date and you haven’t even left the parking lot yet. If this is how things are going to start you had an exciting 13 more days ahead of you...

“So do you,” he smirks, his eyes wandering down to the small brown stains littering your shirt. Eyes narrowing, you read the expression crossing his face – of course, he’s joking. “I brought you some fresh clothes to change into don’t worry.”

Relief rushes through your body as the words leave his lips, followed by a slight pull on your heart strings. Knowing he took the time to think about bringing you something else to wear so you didn’t have to sit in your coffee scented clothes all night made you feel warm in the strangest way. He’s thoughtful, and it's weirding you out – but in a good way.

“So, where are we even going?”

“You’ll see.”

A vague yet interesting, and very on-brand response from Jisung. He’s always been a fan of surprises – as long as he’s not on the receiving end.

The drive to your destination drags on forever. You aren’t quite sure how long you’ve been on your way; between your agile back seat changing of clothes, which you are surprisingly skilled at, and the anticipation coursing through your veins, you’ve lost track of time. All you know is that you’ve been driving along the backroads of your area for at least 15 minutes, and there is nothing around you to indicate that your destination is near.

“This is it.” The car pulls into a small dirt parking lot, dimly lit by some dingy street lights that aren’t doing a very good job at their primary function. It's pretty hard to see what’s around you, no matter how hard you squint and press your forehead to the window to get a better look.

“Where are we?” The question leaves your lips in a worried fashion. Trees surround the parking lot on all three-sides, while the road you've pulled in from occupies the fourth-side. You’re hesitant to get out of the car, but as Jisung rounds the front and opens the door for you, you’re on your way out. He motions for you to hold on as he pops the trunk – returning with a blanket and a reusable shopping bag filled with god knows what.

He still hasn’t given an answer to your question though, and you still aren’t quite sure where you are. If It was lighter out you assume it would be beautiful here, all the greenery dark and shadows hovering over you from the trees.

The bright light from his cell phone flashlight lights up the way, a path on your right

“Hell no,” your arms cross over your chest as you stand still in your place. He’s out of his mind if he thinks you’re going into the woods this late at night. You’ve seen enough horror films, stuff like this never ends well.

“C’mon, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Jisung laughs at your pouting manner, amusement filling his system as you glue your feet to the ground of the parking lot. His puppy dog eyes plead for you to follow him, a hand outreaching in your direction for the taking. You contemplate it for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you ponder the possible outcomes of the situation before you.

“Fine,” you huff as you take his hand in yours.

His hand feels different in yours this time. His long fingers lacing between your smaller ones in the perfect fit that you’ve neglected to notice before. You’ve held his hand before, platonically though. This time it’s platonic too though, right? It’s just a date. A platonic date between two friends. Two friends who are dating on a two week trial period. So yes, it is strictly platonic. Right?

The dirt path doesn’t drag on for too long, but the sounds of bugs ticking and twigs breaking beneath your feet is enough to startle you. Every scared and breathy gasp that  leaves your mouth is followed by a small fit of laughter from Jisung. At least one of you is amused.

But the dirt path soon turns rocky, a clearing becoming more and more noticeable as Jisung’s flashlight brightens the way ahead of you. The rows of trees come to an end as the ground flattens, a giant slab of rock lying beneath your feet. Out ahead of you is completely dark, and until you approach the darkness you don’t notice that you’re just a few yards away from the edge of a cliff. A river lies below the edge, the sound of water rushing fills your ears and calms your nerves. It is quiet out here, peaceful and without distraction.

Jisung stands back as you admire the scenery around you – your own phone flashlight now out and panning around to look at the view. It’s beautiful out here, nothing to worry about but the sounds of the water and whatever Jisung is doing behind you…

You couldn’t have zoned out for more than 2 minutes, but once you turn back around to face him a picnic blanket lies on the ground before you. Snacks scatter the extent of the fabric, a few candles placed in the center

“You really went all out for this, huh?” A nervous laugh leaves your lips before you swallow harshly. Never in your life has a guy ever gone all out like this for you. A late-night picnic at a secret location, fixed with all of your favorite snacks and some candles for ambiance.

“Had to,” he smiles, “it’s our first date.”

You join him on the blanket, grabbing for a bag of popcorn as you sit down. Maybe relationships wouldn’t suck so much if all men treated you like this…

But it’s just Jisung. Jisung who already knows all your favorite things to eat. He’s just trying to be convincing – to prove to you that men take you on dates, do nice things. But stuff like this never lasts. Two weeks from now you’ll be going back to the same old Jisung and Y/N friendship that you’ve always had.

The conversation goes on as normal tonight, he doesn’t make any moves (as expected, it’s Jisung) and you enjoy the view and calm atmosphere with your fake but not so fake boyfriend. You stay out on the cliff for a few more hours before he takes you home. Jisung put a lot of effort into making tonight special, and you appreciate him for that. But even after all his effort, you know that real relationships aren’t like this.

Every guy you’ve dated would try to woo you over in the beginning too. They call it the honeymoon stage for a reason. Things are always great in the beginning, lavish gifts and dates, loving gestures. That kind of thing never lasts. Soon the effort runs out, the guy gets bored of putting the work in, and they end up sleeping with your freshman year roommate. Well, at least that's how it is for you.

The bundle of sunflowers Jisung gave to you earlier on in the night sits on the end table next to your bed. Each time you look at them all you can picture is the goofy grin he sported as he stood at the entrance of the coffee shop. It replays in your mind like a movie. How he dressed up all spiffy just to take you out. How he took you to a spot only he knew about, somewhere so off-site and serene that he knew you’d remain uninterrupted. You can’t help but wonder if he’s using the same old tricks on you that he does to other girls though. If he only knew about that place because he’s taken someone there before.

Not that it matters though, you aren’t his real girlfriend. You’re just on a trial period. But for some reason the thought that he might have brought another girl to the same spot before doesn’t sit well with you.

“Sooooo,” Felix teases, letting his chin fall into his palm as he leans on the counter before him, “how was your date with Y/N?”

Jisung chuckles at his nosiness, he’s sure you’ve already told Felix all about it. There are no secrets left between you two. Even sometimes Jisung felt like the odd man out when you’re all together.

“It was good.”

Jisung keeps his answer short, leaving the rest up to his imagination. He isn’t one to kiss and tell – or to not kiss and tell. Keeping his private life all to himself is something he takes pride in, things are just better that way.

“Just good?” Felix challenges, knowing there is much more that he’s leaving out. His eyes narrow as he waits for his response. You haven’t told him anything about last night, not even where you went after he picked you up. Things are radio silent on your end, which left Felix dying to know what actually happened on your ‘date that wasn't a real date.’

Jisung glances back at him, contemplating whether or not he should spill the beans. It would be kind of nice to have someone else to confide in. Especially since it's always you on the receiving end of his secrets; however, this may be the one secret that you don’t know of.

He chews on his bottom lip pensively, if anyone knows what’s on your mind, it would be Felix. Not that Jisung would ever want to pry, there's just no indication of how you feel about last night, or about him. Before Jisung can even open his mouth to speak, a knowing smirk is spread wide across Felix’s face. It’s that kind of look that makes him nervous – he knows something.

“You like her don’t you,” he muses, rubbing his hands together smooths as the words catch in the air. It’s out there now – and it’s obvious. Well, maybe not obvious, but it's clear as day to Felix – and that is more than enough to make Jisung worry.

“I don’t,” Jisung denies the other boy’s claim, his willpower too strong to give in.

“Oh yeah? So why do you self sabotage every one of your relationships then?”

The words catch Jisung off guard; his jaw clenching harshly as an annoyed breath is forced out of his nostrils. He wants to deny the claim once again, but he can’t bring himself to keep brushing off these feelings that have had a grip on him ever since he was young.

Felix is right too. He does sabotage each relationship that comes his way. Jisung goes out of his way to find something wrong with each girl he dates. He can never admit it to himself, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it's the fact that none of those girls are you. None of the girls he’s ever met could ever match up to all that you are. In his mind, you held the perfect score, and no one else had ever come close.

“It’s written all over your face every time you look at her you know.”

There's no way he’s that obvious... Did his feelings show that much whenever he was around you?

“What do you mean?” Jisung clarifies, the small once of hope bearing weight in his chest that Felix will follow up with a ‘just kidding’ or change the subject. Only the silence that falls on the room is enough of a response for Jisung to get the clue. 

“Just please don’t tell her,” he avoids eye contact with the other boy, hand gripping harshly on the countertop as he stares down at the black and white checkered tile. “I just wanted to see if I could change her mind – about the love stuff, you know?”

The second you find out about Jisung’s feelings all bets would be off. There’s no way you’d let your little arrangement continue, not if either of you could end up hurt. And he knows you only agreed to this because there is nothing between you romantically, it was a deal between two friends. The second feelings get involved, everything gets all mushy and confusing, and Jisung can’t lose you.

Felix bears his weight on the counter behind him, leaning comfortably on the cool glass. “Believe me, I want her to be done with that ‘I hate love thing’ just as much as you do,” he sighs, looking around momentarily before he clears his throat. “Want me to be honest?”

“Please.”

“I think you might be the only one who can change her mind.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat once the words leave Felix’s mouth. Blood rushes to his ears, pumping like a snare drum as he considers his thoughts. His stomach begins to twist as he considers it, almost confused about what Felix means, but not willing to accept it. You only agreed to fake-date him, you still hate love.

A comfortable silence fills the air, Felix watching him as his lips roll between his teeth, deep in thought. Change your mind. The words repeat in Jisungs head like a broken record. That’s what he’s trying to do, all for the right reasons of course. So that you don’t  have to be so miserable about it anymore. 

But behind those selfless reasons are several smaller, selfish ones. He gets to be with you as more than a friend now, and although it’s nothing more than some kind of test run, he can’t help but feel like this can be something more too. It’d be crazy to ignore the feeling he has deep in his chest, and maybe it's a sign not to.

“Like you think…” Jisung gulps, clearing his throat as the words stutter out of his mouth, “I could get her to fall for me?”

The lack of response that Felix gives is ominous, but the raise of his eyebrows and toothy grin forming on his face needs no words to tell. 

If anyone is to change your mind, it’ll be Jisung.

That night Jisung took you to the drive-in movies. To be quite honest, you couldn’t really recall what was playing, some Pixar film with bugs as the main character if you could remember it correctly. You were far too distracted laughing with Jisung, watching as young kids played around on a grassy patch near his car. The giggles that left his lips each time the little girl waved to him were music to your ears. You never noticed how much he loved kids, how good he was with them.

The image of his hands clasped together as he fawned over the little girl, picking dandelions in the grass and racing to place them by your feet was burned into your memory. The boxy grin that graced his face all night long. The way his eyes squinted from his cheeks, pushing up as he smiled so big. The whispers of the word ‘cute’ each time her pigtails bounced while she toddled away.

Missing the movie doesn't disappoint you. If anything, the memories you've saved from tonight are more than enough.

The next night you were unable to go out, the shop was so busy that you were not able to leave until an hour and a half after your shift was supposed to end. Some punk kid dropped a cup of iced coffee on the floor on his way out and decided it would be best to leave it there without cleaning anything up or letting you know. Maybe if it hadn’t been so busy then you would have noticed the spill before it dried up and there were coffee stains stuck to the tile floors.

Naturally, you spent a good 15 minutes trying to mop up all the stickiness on the floor. But to your luck, Jisung is working with you that night. Once all the customers left the shop he hooked his phone up to the speakers, grabbed your hands, and danced you around the shop. Well, it was supposed to be dancing but it probably looked more like Jisung swinging your arms as you attempted to not trip over your own feet.

It makes up for not getting to go out though, and you’d take a night like that over a fancy dinner any chance you got. 

It’s been 12 days since you became Jisung‘s girlfriend, and as the remaining days decreased, so did your hatred for love. Each night he planned something special. The real kicker was the texts that you get once he makes it home from dropping you off every night. A simple ‘I had a great time tonight’ was enough to make your heart swell and heat rise to your cheeks.

And as you notice your hatred for love and relationships leaving you, you notice another feeling enter your system. Or several feelings…

Things are getting just as sticky as the night when two frappuccinos splattered all over the shop floor, whipped cream and all. Spending time with Jisung like this is bringing some things to the surface you didn’t know were buried in the first place.

Every night that you spent with Jisung over the past 12 days allowed you to see him in a new light. You got to see him on a different level than just friends. You got to see what every girl that fawns over Jisung experiences.

Something about your friendship never let you jump past that barrier. You only see him as a dear friend of yours. Nothing more and nothing less. And now the issue is that...you aren’t sure how you’ll ever go back to see him as such.

You like Jisung as more than a friend, that's for sure. And you know because of that things will never be able to go back to the way they once were.

Maybe you're reading too much into it, but your gut is telling you that you aren't the only one feeling this way.

The feeling of butterflies that pound in your stomach each time you meet eyes with him has to be reciprocated. There is just no way you can be feeling this way and he isn’t.

This isn’t like the feelings you’ve caught for any guy before, this is something else. Every night when you go home you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling with a dumb grin on your face as you think about your time together, about him. About the way his black curly hair falls in front of his eyes each time he looks down and how his smile lights up every room he was in.

These things that you were so blind to before can’t escape your thoughts, and it makes you wonder how many times or things you’ve looked over that make you melt, just like you are right now.

But in just 2 days, this trial-boyfriend period will be over, and you’ll have to go back to being just friends. Each day, each hour, each minute that approaches feels heavier and heavier. Anxiety floods your system each time you think about things being over, or that this arrangement you have isn’t even real.

When you think about the growing feelings you have for him, you honestly can't imagine what your life will be like any other way. What it would be like going back to just hanging out here and there. And what it would be like

You can’t even fathom thinking about what it would be like hearing him talk about another girl again. It makes you sick thinking that there's going to be someone after you, because in just 5 days this will be all over, and you’ll go back to being the girl best friend, nothing more.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking that Jisung has more feelings for you too. But the glimmer in his eyes as his bangs brush out of his eyes and they land on you tells a different story. When he looks at you it feels like you are the only two people on earth. He sees nothing else but you, and the way your eyes sparkle back at him.

Each day you spend with Jisung after that feels like a wrench tightening the screws of your heart. 14 days is just not enough.

“Earth to Y/N,” Felix says waving a hand in your face.

You must have zoned out, for god knows how long.

“Thinking about Jisung?”

“What?” you immediately straighten your posture and brush yourself off before responding, “N-no…I’m just thinking.”

“Right,” the sarcasm drips from his lips, not sparing you any time to save yourself as he turns away, beginning to wipe off the tables in the front.

For personal reasons, you’ve kept Felix out of the loop during this whole “fake-boyfriend Jisung” thing. It’s better if you keep your feelings to yourself until you figure them out. And although it feels really really strange not giving Felix the intel on what’s going on in your life, you know it’s for your own good.

Once you put what is in your head out into the world, you can’t take it back. And what if all these things that you’re feeling is just a part of the honeymoon-phase. If that even existed anyway… But if all these feelings for Jisung are due to him trying to woo you and change your mind, everything will just fade away as things return back to normal. And then you’ll be left loving him in silence while you watch him blow through relationships like a leaf blows through the wind.

Something in you tells you that this isn't the case, but the small shadow of doubt in the back of your mind keeps you from talking to your best friend about it anyway.

The thing is, you don't have to tell Felix for him to know. Every time Jisung picks you up from work to take you out you shine. Your smile spreads so wide he’s afraid your cheeks will tear. The nervous shake of your fingers as you grab for your belongings as you head out the door doesn’t go unnoticed in Felix’s eyes. He knows you too well to look over things like this, he just wanted to wait for you to say something first.

But now that you aren’t, Felix has decided to take matters into his own hands, asking you about it himself.

“Felix,” you start, waiting for his attention before you pull out a stool, sitting down and motioning for him to follow suit. Quickly he does, a questioning but knowing look evident on his face as the stool squeaks under him. “You know how this thing between Jisung and I is just an experiment or whatever?”

He nods in response, his hand quickly falling into his palm as he listens intently to your words.

“I think I messed up.” Your head is buried in your arms, laid over the tabletop in embarrassment.

“What do you mean?”

His question is more for clarification, he wants to hear you say it yourself. Felix knows that you’re gonna tell him that you’ve already caught feelings. He sees it coming from a mile away, you confirming it is just the icing on the cake.

“Don’t make me say it,” you whine, neglecting to pick your head up and look at him. You can feel the grin on his face. You know he's smirking at you right now, doing his best to hold back a laugh. Finally, you over the ‘I hate love and relationships suck’ thing.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” he sings, quite obviously teasing you while another deep sigh echoes from your chest. You manage to pick your head up, leaning onto your elbows with your chin caught between your palms as you face him.

“I like him.”

It comes out as a whisper, but Felix hears it loud and clear. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume that the smile on his face can't grow any larger, but it does. He jumps up from his chair in victory, doing a funny dance with his arms whooping in the air to celebrate. You’re confused as to why, but you’re too far in your own thoughts to pay it any mind; your head just sinks back into your arms as your forehead presses against the cold metal table beneath you.

“I knew it,” Felix smiles, his happy dance subsiding as he positions himself back down across from you. “I knew this fake dating thing was gonna work.

“Yeah well it really worked, because now I have feelings for a guy that’s never gonna reciprocate them for me.” Your tone is laced with sarcasm, a disappointing ring sounding off on each of your words. You’re too embarrassed to look at the boy sitting before you, worried that if you do all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long will spill over and stain your stone-cold image; one you’ve maintained for far too long.

But Felix is your best friend. The only one that you should be comfortable being vulnerable about your feelings for Jisung with; for some reason all you can’t bring yourself to be. Before you can get a grip on your emotions tears are streaming down your face and falling onto the cold metal surface under you in small puddles. 

A sympathetic sigh leaves Felix’s lips as he tries to gain your attention, “Hey.”

Inhaling deeply, you face him – mascara strewn across your face in black streaks and eyes nearly bloodshot. You’ve held this in for far too long. Only a double would tire you out and exhaust you enough to cry on the clock. Thank god it’s a rainy day, no customers ever come in on rainy days.

Or at least, no customers usually come in on rainy days. It's not until you hear the bells on the front door ring that you’re wiping your eyes, whipping around to greet whoever was entering.

And then you see him, standing there as he shakes out his umbrella, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

And he sees you; mascara running down your face and tears staining your cheeks. He’s early. Your stomach turns at the sight of him, emotions not stable enough to handle carry a normal conversation like  

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, worry dripping in his tone as your name leaves his lips. But you can’t face him right now, not like this.

Your feet move faster than you mind, standing up and rushing to the back to avoid him. Jisung doesn’t follow you, just stands there and watches you walk away, solemn and worried that he’s done something. 

It’s not until Felix is rising from his seat and pacing over to him that he’s brought back to reality.

“Jisung...” he starts, hands coming up slowly to console him, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here right now.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” His lip worries between his teeth, eyes glossy as he stares at the door you just closed behind you. He’s looking at it intently, mind flooding with worry, wishing so badly that the door will just fly open, and you’ll tell him what was going on. In the back of his mind, he knows that you won’t, at least not for now. Talking about emotions has never been your strong suit, and chances of that changing at this moment are at an all-time low.

Felix is unsure how to answer him, caught in between not wanting to lie and keeping your feelings private. He can’t speak for you; but he’s scared that saying nothing could just make this whole situation worse.

His mouth gapes as he searches for a response to his question, lips opening and closing while he hums to himself.

The umbrella hanging from Jisung’s hand drops with a crash, starling Felix as he jumps at the sudden sound. But before he is even able to speak, the bell to the front door is ringing again, and Jisung is walking away into the pouring rain.

The next day you wake up feeling numb. You’ve received several texts from Jisung the night before, none of which you have the energy to reply to or even look at for that matter.

The guilt riddling your body has become too much for you to handle. You left work last night without even saying goodbye to Felix. He’s a good enough friend and coworker to know that what you’re going through is more important than working the counter at an coffee shop. 

After Jisung left, Felix came back and let you know; he almost had to break down the door to the backroom in order for you to let him in. He told you to go home, get some rest and that you’d talk tomorrow.

But after waking up the last thing you want to do is talk about Jisung, it hurts enough just thinking about him.

Every time you thought about how your arrangement was supposed to end in just a few days you felt sick. You have worked so hard to open up just to build your walls back up again. And now you’re back at square one.

When you agreed to be Jisung’s girlfriend you did not expect to fall for him like this. He’s Jisung for god’s sake. He’s your personal diary, he’s the one who knows all the shit that nobody else does. And he’s the only one that listens to all the dumb shit you have to say that no one else cares about.

Feelings ruin everything. Love sucks, and you knew this before you agreed. You agreed under the circumstances that Jisung could show you that relationships could be fun; not under the circumstances that he would make you fall in love with him,

And the more that you think about it, maybe you were always in love with him. Maybe you always had these feelings for him, but they were trapped in the tight bonds of friendship that your subconscious never let you out.

But none of that even mattered now. The deal had to be off, and you need to distance yourself from Jisung before you are hurt any worse. The longer this goes on the worse that you are going to feel when it's all over.

How are you supposed to go back to normal after this? Like is Jisung thinking that showing you how amazing relationships are, you won't fall for him or something? Or does his true plan consist of making you fall in love with him, just to string you along like every other girl he's dated?

You’re trapped in the never-ending spiraling thoughts, soiling your image of Jisung with each new theory that crosses your mind. None of them are good. All of them paint him as a player, as someone who just used you.

But the little thump in your heart when you notice the sunflowers placed on your bedside table wants your mind to change. Your heart wants you to believe that Jisung feels something too, that throughout this arrangement he has seen a different side to you too – that he’s fallen for you just like you have for him.

It's a knock at your door that guides you out of your thoughts. The repetitive tapping at your front door that drags you out of bed. And when you check your peephole and it's no one else, but your small blonde best friend standing on your doorstep that has relief rushing through your system.

The door cracks open, Felix standing there with an umbrella in his hand – even though it was nearly 100º with clear skies.

“Why are you still in your pajamas? It's noon.”

Suddenly, he pushes past you and invites himself into to your living room. Plopping down on your couch, Felix makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to join. You spin on your heels, an exhausted breath leaving your mouth as you pace over to him, plopping down on the next cushion over.

“Why the umbrella?” Your brow furrows as he hands it over. You take it though, still confused behind the meaning of the object that you're holding and where it came from.

“It’s Jisung’s.”

You nearly drop it as his name leaves his lips. The name causes your stomach to tighten, mouth-drying instantly as emotions well behind your eyes.

“Why?” Is all you can mutter out. Why was he giving it to you, why is he here, and why did he have it?

“You need to bring it back to him.” He says sternly, his eyes locked on you as he waits for you to look back at him. But you’re too focused on the umbrella placed gently in your hands, tracing your finger over every wire and the soft rubber handle.

“I can’t.” Your words come out in a whisper, breath light and airy as you sigh, sinking your body back into the couch cushions. Giving the umbrella back to Jisung will mean that you have to go see him. And if you see him, he’s going to want to talk to you about last night, then question you about why you haven’t been returning his texts. No. You will not be giving Jisung his umbrella back.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his mouth gently, a sigh following it before he reaches for you, rubbing your arm comfortingly before continuing, “I think you need to talk to him.”

“Felix you know I can’t do that.”

You’re serious in your words. Not that you don’t want to talk to Jisung. You most definitely want to – and if you could, you would. But you can’t. There are too many emotions involved. The wound is fresh and seeing him would be rubbing salt right into it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, this time more forceful, like he’s trying to get something across to you but it's going right over your head. “Talk to him. Please.”

“You know I’m going to end up hurt if I do.” Tears well in your eyes as the words croak from your throat. It's dry and scratchy, full of fear and anxiety.

“I think you’d be surprised,” he mumbles, his eyes instantly widening on realizing the words that just escaped. Eyes wide with confusion, you’re begging him to go on, but if he does then Jisung won’t be the only one in deep shit right now. It's not up to Felix to tell you what he knows this time. 

“What do you mean I’ll be surprised?”

“I have to go,” he stands instantly, motioning to the umbrella, “and you need to bring this back.”

With a slight ruffle to your hair, Felix is giving you a supporting smile and waving goodbye. And you’re left alone once again – just you and Jisung’s blue umbrella.

It takes a lot of courage to get ready today. You make sure to take your sweet time rummaging through your closet, flipping through articles of clothing for the better half of an hour. At the end, you opt to go with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. There isn't enough energy in your body to put on anything else, and you know you’ll just want to curl back up in bed once you get home. Sweatpants are safe, and safe is just what you need.

No makeup today either. If things are anything like you’re expecting, your makeup will just end up ruined anyway. It's your better judgment to shower though, you’ve neglected to take one after work last night; opting to just bury yourself under your covers as soon as you got back. But today is a new day. And with a fresh shower and your comfiest pair of sweatpants, you are about as ready as you’ll ever be to get your heart broken into a billion pieces. 

Umbrella in hand, you step out onto your front steps, relishing in your last few moments of ignorant bliss before making your way to Jisung’s. You immediately regret your wardrobe decision as the sun beats down on your frame, the humidity making you feel sticky and gross – your favorite pants are  no match for this heat.

But you’re on your way to your destination anyway, the drive feeling longer and more drawn out than normal. Jisung didn’t live that far away from you, but the ride there still felt like an eternity with each theoretical scenario passing your mind. 

Dragging your feet, you make your way to the front steps of his house. You’ve been here a million times, but today is different. From now on, every time you drive past this place all you’ll know is heartache.

You brush yourself off, taking a deep breath before bringing your hand up and pushing the doorbell. The sudden ringing sound startles you, even though you have every indication that it’s coming – you’re just too nervous and jumpy for your own good.

Footsteps approach the door, your stomach tightening more and more with the muffled pitter-patter of footsteps. You’re praying to God that it’s his mom, hoping that Jisung just so happens to be out – even though his car is in plain sight parked just a few meters away from you. Wishful thinking, you suppose.

When the door to his house opens, you struggle to maintain your composure. He’s dressed similarly to you; a pair of sweats and an old sports t-shirt that has definitely seen better days.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His eyes are sunken in, dark circles dragging underneath his eyes and his lips pulled downwards. He looks like a sad puppy, his dark hair all scruffy and sticking up in each direction – probably from him running his hands through it so many times. 

“I came to give you this,” you extend the umbrella out before you. He nods before taking hold of it, his hand far at the opposite end making sure not to keep his distance. The more you look at him, the more sorry you feel for dodging his texts. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink, and you’re afraid it’s all because of you.

“Oh...uh, thanks,” he struggles to make eye contact with you, looking down at the object in his hand. 

It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and you can’t seem to find the words to say to break this strange tension between the two of you. He’s acting weird, shifting his weight back and forth but not moving away to close the door. His mind is racing once again – contemplating whether or not to just invite you in or leave it at that.

But with every aching bone in his body, he musters up the courage to lift his head, looking you directly in the eyes. Their dark like his, definitely from the lack of sleep you had the night before. Your mouth is turned downward too; hands fiddling together to try and distract yourself.

“D-Do you wanna come in?” He stutters, stepping aside slowly as he gestures towards his house. He suddenly worries when you don’t respond right away, taking a second to contemplate if this is a good idea or not. Ripping off the band-aid is never easy, but it needs to be done.

“Sure,” is the word that you decide on – hoping that it doesn’t make you seem disinterested or too desperate to talk. Maybe he’s just being kind though. Maybe it’s an empty offer, something that you say when you’re trying to be nice, but subconsciously hope that they won’t take you up on it. Like when you offer to share your food with someone, but you’re really hungry. You do it to be nice, not because you actually want to split the delicious looking burger and fries on your plate.

He leads you inside and to his bedroom. It looks the same as always, but it feels different. It still smells like him though, the comforting woodsy scent of pine and mahogany that he always reaches for. But that comforting scent is anything but comfortable. You’re frozen in place, unsure if you should sit on his bed and make yourself at home, much like every other time in the past. For now you just stand in the doorframe, waiting for him to tell you to take a seat, just like any polite guest would. A guest. You have never felt like a guest in his home before, or around Jisung in general. But that imaginary wall between the two of you is standing tall and sturdy, and suddenly the two of you are reverted back to being strangers.

You watch as he toys with something on his desk, his fingers dancing from object to object and sifting through papers to look busy. The point of it – unknown to you but to him, he’s buying time. Trying to think of the first thing to say, what to ask, or if you even wanted to talk. Maybe you only agreed to come inside to be nice. Maybe you were too worried about hurting his feelings if you said no. But alas, here you are, standing awkwardly in his doorway as he shuffles around his room, his brain flooding with thoughts – but his mouth can not form them into audible words.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts.”

Your voice catches his attention, dropping whatever paper he’s looking at now and turning his gaze to you. You’re sunken into yourself, your chest thumping with anxiety as his eyes begin to wander your frame. Not in a ‘I’m checking you out’ manner though; more of a ‘you look so sad and I don’t know what to say to you right now’ kind of way. 

It’s true though, he doesn’t know what to say – which is why he’s staring at you, hoping the right words would just pop up and he didn’t have to use any brain-power at all. He doesn’t want to say ‘it's okay,’ because it's not. You never ignore his texts, and that alone tells him enough about what's going on. You are upset at him.

“What did I do wrong, Y/N?”

His words sound accusatory but his tone is soft, gentle and full of worry. Eyes swollen and looking like they are about to fill to the brim with tears, his sight is focused on you; now not able to look away.

“I-I don’t know…”

Your answer is honest. You don’t know if his intentions are dirty. Yeah, that’s what you thought initially, but looking at him with such hurt written all over his face tells a different story. 

Jisung is silent, unsure of what more he can do or say to make you talk to him. He can’t force you to open up, he never has and he never will – that’s always been his rule. Everything you’ve shared with him has been on your own terms and conditions. Jisung has always been here to be your listening ear, but he never prys.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His voice is soft, eyes full of sympathy as he holds himself together. Those were the words he has been looking for. Now the ball is in your court and you’ll have to be the one leading the conversation. It’s just what he needed to figure this shit out.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N,” he sighs as he drops himself down onto the mattress, “I shouldn’t have to say this for you to know it, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You do know that. You really, really do. But this time things are different. Is he expecting you to just come out and speak your truth like there won’t be consequences? No, he won’t push you to tell him anything you don’t want to. But the worry in his eyes and clammy hands are begging for you to just let it out so he can stop being in the dark.

You sigh out an ‘okay’ before sitting down beside him. 

Rip the band-aid off Y/N. Quick and painless.

His eyes narrow, almost to a squint, staring right through you in hopes of reading your thoughts. Your expression is nothing but blank as you try your best to gain some sort of composure. Do you just speak up and spill your guts? The words replay in your mind over and over until your thoughts are beat down and misshapen. 

You can picture his face when you say it; disgusted with a trace of disappointment and some confusion spread into the mix. Or maybe he’ll laugh at how pathetic you were, catching feelings for your fake boyfriend.

That’s it. There’s no way you can tell him. It would be much easier to just get up and leave. Tell him to pretend like none of this ever happened and that you needed some time to cool off. A few months maybe, or maybe you could just ghost him entirely. 

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your toxic thoughts, and his chocolate brown eyes bring you back down to earth. You can’t just leave him in the dust. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists. Things will be okay, right?

“Sorry, sorry,” you exhale deeply as you calm your thoughts; shifting the nasty scenarios out and accepting that whatever happens after this conversation is your fate. 

“Jisung, I-I guess I wasn’t expecting this boyfriend-girlfriend thing we’re doing to go like this.”

His brow quirks at your words, confusion riddling his expression as his eyes narrow. With a tilt of his head, he’s pushing you to continue, visibly riddled with your choice of words.

“Swear you’ll be honest when I ask you this?” You question him, your hand moving closer to his as you lean in slightly. He’s like a magnet, you can’t help yourself from moving closer; even though the proximity of the two of you is clouding your thoughts and you can feel your heart beginning to swell.

He nods in response to your question, his eyes full of concern as he waits for you to continue, “Why did you ask me to do this thing?”

He knows that a question like this was coming, only if he could have prepared for it. But he didn’t, so his throat is left dry and scratchy as his mouth opens, only to stutter a bit before closing it back up. No coherent thoughts or words are able to escape his lips, just nonsense mumbling that caught himself off guard.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, regaining his composure before he can face you again. He agreed to be honest, and if honesty is what you want, honesty is that you’ll get.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all that he can say. 

Oh no. This is exactly what you were expecting before you came here. He’s gonna tell you that he didn’t mean to mess with your emotions, that he felt you catching feelings and got carried away. That he’s sorry that he ruined your friendship and played you like a violin all at once.

“Me too.”

You don’t know why you’re apologizing, but you are. It feels wrong. Absolutely utterly, and undoubtedly wrong. Apologizing for your own feelings is not something that you are okay with. Especially when he made you fall for him like this. Okay so maybe thinking that is giving him too much power, but who the hell takes you out on dates for nearly 2 weeks straight just to laugh about it later. How can he expect you to not catch feelings for him? With his deep voice and fluffy hair that always hangs in front of his eyes, that little giggle he has when he finds something amusing. Everything about him was attractive. And you’ve fallen for it all. Hard.

“Wait, why are you sorry?”

A scoff escapes your mouth unintentionally, but it’s well deserved. “For being the idiot to fall for a guy that was playing her, I guess.”

You can’t look at him any longer, so your eyes fall to your lap, staring at your chipped nail polish and dirty fingernails instead of reading whatever dumb expression he has now. But if you just took a second to look up, you’d notice the widening of his eyes, how his fingers are beginning to shake and his mouth gape. 

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me say it again Jisung, I don’t feel like sounding stupid one more time.”

“No no I heard you, it's just,” his eyes slam shut, angry at himself that he let things get this far without keeping you in the loop. 

You’ve been telling him that you hate love for years now. After hearing it so many times, he’d just given up on the thought of you. Maybe if he said something before you went through all those shitty guys things could have been different. But he’s let this go on for far too long, and now you’re the one that was paying the price. 

“Y/N I have feelings for you.”

Your neck nearly breaks with how fast your head snaps up. He’s the one looking away now, his cheeks a bit rosy as he tries to hide himself. He isn’t doing a very good job though, his hair is only shadowing his eyes and you can clearly see the way he’s nervously chewing on his lip; a cute habit you have grown fond of these past couple of weeks.

If he didn’t look like he does right now, you’d assume he was messing around. But you know Jisung. You know his small little gestures and what they mean by now. You know when he’s being serious and when he’s telling a lie. He can look someone dead in the eye and lie to them, but when he tells the truth, he becomes shy and worried that he’s said the wrong thing. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, gently reaching for his hand. The subtle contact makes him flinch, reacting by pulling your hand away. But his eyes meet your sympathetic ones, sparkling just like they always do, and he knows what he wants.

Jisung’s hand reaches back for yours, lacing his fingers through yours before giving your hand a light squeeze. “You hate relationships,” he chuckles lightly, the mood of the room instantly shifting as the laughter leaves his lips. 

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you,” you correct him, but your voice comes across as just a whisper. He’s close enough to hear though, a blushing grin forming on his face as you shyly look away. His heart flutters when he hears it, a million butterflies erupting in his tummy all at once.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you too,” he coos, his eyes wide and sparkling as he looks at you with such adoration. 

Time moves in slow motion as his hand meets your cheek, your eyes look deeply into his chocolate ones as he moves in closer. As your eyelids flutter shut his tongue runs across his bottom lip, wetting the surface before closing the distance between you. Finally.

And in that moment you’re at peace. Everything you thought you’ve ever hated, love, relationships, and maybe Jisung for a hot second, are the only things that you long for. The 14 days don’t have to be over, and your days no longer have to be counted. When you’re with Jisung you’re happy, you’re comfortable, and you're confident that he can give you what you have always deserved – but have never gotten. 

His lips move against yours in slow, languid motions, his large hands holding you close like he’s holding on for dear life. But you won’t leave even if you want to, not now, not after all this. 

Slowly, Jisung shifts his weight and you move in succession. He’s laying you down on his bed, gently climbing over you without breaking the kiss. Things are becoming more heated now, you can feel it as his hungry lips devour your own. Your chest heaves up to meet his, your back arching off the mattress as his hands begin to scour your body. The heat pooling in between your legs is growing, an aching sensation overwhelming your core as your own hands reach up to rake through his long, fluffy hair. And you can tell he wants you too, the thin fabric of his sweatpants doing little to conceal the growing erection pressing against your thigh. 

You can’t help but let out a steep moan as his hips begin to grind into yours. Needy groans fall past his lips and onto yours as you roll your hips upwards to meet his small ruts. 

In a leisurely motion, Jisung’s body is moving upwards, his knee finding a place between your legs as he brings himself up to a kneeling position. You chase his lips the entire way there, sitting up straight to be sure the contact doesn’t vanish, too consumed by your need for him to leave his lips.

And then his needy hands are running along the waistband of your sweats, fiddling with the tie before breaking your heated kiss. “Is this okay?” His words come out in a whisper, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, but all he sees is lust.

“Yes,” you confirm, out of breath from making-out for so long without coming up for air. The lightheaded feeling taking over you goes unnoticed though, and quite frankly you’re too caught up in Jisung to care.

Quickly, he rids you of your pants, looking back up at you for confirmation about your underwear. With an affirmative nod he’s removing those too, leaving you completely bare from the waist down as he stands over you fully clothed.

But soon he’s ridding himself of his own clothing, his shirt being pulled at the nape of his neck as he discards it across the room. He’s leaning back down to you, hungry for the feeling of your lips. He misses it, even though it's been less than a minute since he’s last felt your smooth lips on his. 

You won’t open your eyes to see, but with the shuffling movements and shaky connection between your mouths you can tell Jisung is stripping himself of any remaining clothing he has on. He’s needy, unable to wait any longer to get down to business, he’s already waited long enough.

You’re the one who breaks the kiss this time, too curious to see what he’s sporting down below for your own good. But you are not disappointed once you see it – he’s long and girthy; the pigment a shade or two darker from his skin tone than the rest of his body.  Your thoughts are wandering, wondering what it's like to have him inside of you; dreaming about what he feels like. Arousal pools at your core, mouth salivating as your daydreams linger.

“Like what you see?” Jisung chuckles. You barely notice that you’ve been staring, eyes wide and focused on the hardened dick before you, which is probably a bit uncomfortable for him. 

“Sorry!” You cringe at yourself lightly, covering your eyes in embarrassment in fear that you just ruined the mood you’ve worked too hard to create.

“Don’t apologise,” he smiles as he grabs your wrists, moving them away from your round eyes. Scrunching your nose in displeasure, you catch your lip in between your teeth, mentally face palming at how weird you’re being.

He couldn’t blame you though, it was taking everything in him not to gawk at you. It was the first time you’ve seen eachother naked. Bathing suits did little for your imagination, not that you had even thought about Jisung this way before.

But he eases your nerves by coming down face level with you, reaching for your shirt and pulling it up over your head. You look at him with wide eyes, taking in each part of him as he caresses your body gently. He’s in awe of you like this. So relieved that you’re finally his, that he has you like this.

Nimble fingers dance down your body, landing at your core as he runs one up your slit, collecting your arousal on his fingertip. An impressed smirk grows slowly on his face, “I can’t believe you’re this wet already,” he hums. “All for me.” 

His eyes remain focused on your center, devouring it with his eyes as his hands hold steady on your thighs. You can’t help but grow slightly embarrassed, dripping with arousal so early on though he’s barely touched you. A lump forms in your throat causing you to swallow thickly – this doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung.

A concerned expression crosses his face, brow furrowing as he moves his hands upward to settle on your waist. “Hey,” his voice is soft, gentle and full of worry, “everything okay?” 

“Just nervous,” you answer, a fake smile showing on your face to try and combat your own emotions.

It is no secret that Jisung is a bit more experienced than you are in bed. He knows that, you know that, and that is enough to turn you into a nervous wreck. Leave it to your own thoughts to ruin the moment.

“We don’t have to…”

“No!” Your voice comes out a little too eager, a bit loud, shocking Jisung. His eyes widen in response, body jolting from the impact of your tone. “No,” you say more gently this time, “I want to.”

You did want to – you just have to get over your own nerves first. Lucily, Jisung didn’t mind and was willing to guide you through it.

With a reassuring smile plastered across his face, he laces his fingers through yours. As you lock eyes, you nod him onward, giving him the go-ahead to continue. He moves languidly, his fingers moving back down to trace your slit once more. The sensation makes you tense, the nerves tingling through your body making it difficult for you to calm down. 

But with a reassuring squeeze of his hand to yours, you’re taking a deep breath. Closing your eyes as you lie your head backwards onto his pillowcase. The smell of him consumes you, relaxing you effectively as his fingers meet the entrance of your core.

Shivers run through your body as he dips one finger inside. Your arousal acts as a natural lube, letting his finger glide gracefully into you. You gasp at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your head as he begins caressing your walls. His finger moves swiftly in and out of your core, his other hand still locked with yours to guide you through.

With your body finally relaxing, Jisung is able to add another finger into the mix. The extra pressure makes you shudder for a moment, taking a little to adjust to the greater size inside of you. Thankfully the mild discomfort subsides, and he’s able to pump his fingers in and out once more. 

He’s making sure to watch each of your expressions, growing harder and harder just from watching your face contort in bliss. With each of his movements you bite down harder onto your lip, focusing on him and him only. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises as his thumb rubs circles over your hand soothing you. You can feel your heart swell at his words, heat beginning to rise to your cheeks. 

In one swift motion, Jisung begins to separate his fingers, stretching your walls as his digits move in scissor-like motions inside you. “Fuck,” you mumble, hips jutting forward in reaction. 

A steep moan leaving your lips as he brings his fingers back together, just to extend them once more. Your body is quickly getting used to the pressure, begging for more as you roll your hips.

He can sense that you’re eager from your movements alone. With one final squeeze, his hand is leaving yours. The empty feeling in your palm is unpleasant. But once you open your eyes and notice he’s using it to palm himself, his fingers groping around his length and beginning to pump slowly, that empty feeling is replaced with something else. 

Your mouth salivates with desire, hungry for the feeling of him inside of you. He’s aroused you enough, and you’re too eager to feel him for your own good.

“Jisung,” you moan, “fuck me please.”

His cock jumps in reaction to your words, his chest heaving as his breath catches in his throat. Never in his life did he expect to hear those words come out of your mouth – but he wouldn't mind hearing it again.

“Hmm?” He hums, knowing damn well what you said but being greedy enough to pretend that he didn’t. You whine in response, your legs shaking on the bed in a mini temper-tantrum.

“Please,” you drag out, “please fuck me.”

Your words are music to his ears. He removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, grabbing the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him and hike your legs up over his hips.

“Anything for you.”

Complying to your wish, he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance. The feeling of his smooth head against your core is enough to make you moan, your head thrown back to expose the soft skin of your neck.

Jisung takes this as an opportunity to leave his own mark behind, leaning down to attach his lips to your skin. You gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his plump lips sucking harshly before his tongue is swiping over the area to soothe it. 

But your eyes open once he’s beginning to pull away to look at you. His eyes are dark, full of lust mixed with adoration, a sigh of relief leaving his chest as he gazes down at you under him. There’s a lot going on in his head right now. Of all the emotions swirling around, the thing he’s most focused on is how lucky he is to have you.

And before you know it, he’s leaning down. Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile. One more kiss is left on your forehead before he's pulling back, securing the position of your legs on his hips. 

And then he’s realigning himself with your core, pushing past your entrance and slowly descending into the depths of your pussy. He’s moving slowly, taking his time as he thrusts into you. The delicious stretch is unfamiliar, but it's not uncomfortable – like you were made just for him. A simultaneous groan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing deep into you on a spot that’s gone untouched. 

He hums a sigh of contempt before pulling back, only to rock his hips into you once again. Your velvety walls welcome him delightedly, soft whimpers leaving your lips once he bottoms out again.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his lips in a low grunt, the bones of his pelvis driving into your skin as he begins to pick up his pace. In reaction you clench down on him, orgasm beginning to loom overhead with each movement of his hips.

Desire fills your senses as you roll your hips over to meet his thrusts. His movements are slow and intentional, making sure to bottom out each time to watch you squirm over his dick. He loves how your jaw drops each time his tip presses against your g-spot, knowing just when he hits it each time.

Jisung’s teeth are barred, sweat gathering at his brow as his dark fluffy hair sticks to his face. He’s trying to hold himself back, the overwhelming urge to finish just in reach, but he doesn’t want to stop. So his hands roam your body to try and distract him, his palms caressing up the sides of your torso as your back bridges into him. The feeling of hot breath fans over your face with each sigh he lets out. 

But the tightening knot in your stomach is threatening to snap with every movement of his hips. It's getting harder and harder to hold on with the power of his thrusts growing stronger.

“Jisung,” you whine, “so close” your hands find his back, fingernails dragging down his spine in attempts to ground yourself. Jisung’s face contorts as your nails pierce his skin, leaving lines of red scratches down the length of his posterior.

The stretch from his length and his rhythmic motions sends your senses into overdrive. Squeezing your eyes shut and grasping onto the sheets underneath you, you can taste the brink of your orgasm. Jisung is focused; his grip on your thighs strong and his face contorted with bliss. But all you can think about is how stupid you could have been if you had decided to just cut him out. What matters is that you’re here with him now, and the thought of that is enough to push you over the edge. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, stomach twisting and turning as your pussy throbs repeatedly around his member. Emotions running high, three words almost slip past your lips, but with the small amount of strength you can muster up, you hold them back. Another time, some time that isn't so lust filled like this one.

Jisung’s thrusts are growing sloppy. His grip on your legs tightening as his lip is caught between his teeth. And with just a few quick thrusts, he’s coming undone inside of you. White, hot spurts of cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you feel so unbelievably full. 

You’ve always felt close to Jisung – he knew everything about you and vice versa; but this time was different. The way his hands settled on your legs, bringing them down gently after finishing. How his eyes are becoming so soft as he looks at you, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. You’ve never felt closer to Jisung as you do in the moment. As his body collapses next to yours, pulling you in and holding you close as you recover from your highs, you’re completely at peace.

“Sorry I got carried away, I guess I should have asked if you’re on birth control still,” he laughs, burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I am,” you chuckle alongside him.

Your naked bodies tangle together, his leg weaving its way through yours to be as close to you as possible. He’s intoxicated by you, closing his eyes as he rests against your body in complete bliss. Now that he has you this close he never wants to let go; and neither do you.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice is soft, whisper like but still holding confidence; his tone never falters.

“Anything.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your heart thudding in your chest as heat rises to your cheeks. He loves you. It's not that friendship kind of love anymore; it's the relationship kind. The same kind that makes your heart skip a beat and body riddle with every emotion in the book. The kind that keeps you up all night thinking about – but also helps you fall asleep, knowing he’ll be there in the morning.

And all of a sudden it seems so stupid that you were fighting those words back in the heat of the moment just a few minutes ago. He felt it too, you always knew that.

“I love you, Jisung.”

Being in love is a dumb concept. All guys suck, relationships are stupid and love is a social construct that you didn’t feel like conforming to. There was absolutely no one that you would waste your time on, until Jisung came around. What you had been looking for your entire life has always been right infront of your eyes – you were just too dumb to see it.

Maybe love is alright, after all.

‘Perfect Score’ is copyright 2020-2021 @chaangbin, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic Crush Culture.

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

PSA: Tracking down stolen work:

As you all probably are aware, people have found their work has been stolen by user @palomazuniga on Wattpad in a book titled “Fred and George Weasley (Imagines and one shots)” Several writers, including @harrysweasleys and more have had their work taken and reuploaded without consent or awareness that this was happening. I’m really happy that the writers involved are reaching out to the person doing this in order to, hopefully, get credit - or even better - get the work taken down, but I wanted to find the other writers and give credit where it’s due. I’ll also be commenting these on the stolen work on wattpad obviously but I figured I’d make a post here with links and credit to the original authors of the work. If there are any I cannot find, I expect you all to asume that it most certainly does NOT belong to Palomazuniga. 

So far I’ve found (and I’m doing this in the order they’re posted in the stolen work): 

Detention Blues - by MadameInserts on Deviantart  

Mistletoe in spring by @weasleyimaginewheezes 

Rain check? by @potter-imagines 

PDA by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 

Stay here by @weasley-imagines 

Moon and back by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​

Jumper wars by @d31m1

Troubled thoughts by @lupinlongbottom

My promise by @weasley-imagines 

Cuddling with George would include - by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

Here by @potterlyimagines

Wake up, love by @imagine-x-everything

Cuddling by @fredisababe 

Thunderstorm by @weasley-imagines

Comfort by PrincessPrankster on Deviantart 

Not too bad by @potter-imagines 

Forgiveness by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Sappy dates by @potter-imagines

Sweater Weather by @roonilwazlibimagines

I need you to kiss it better by @roonilwazlibimagines

Christmas fun by @weasley-imagines 

Eiffel tower by @potter-imagines

Jealous boyfriend by @potter-imagines

The proposal (engaged on wattpad) - @geminio-weasley-imagines

You lied to me by @hpimaginethat

Red thread by @peachyypotterarchive 

Late night cuddling by @potter-imagines

Endlessly by Miss-Union-Jack on Deviantart 

Christmas lights and sweet memories - unknown 

The proposal by @eleven-times-lively 

Picnic on the pitch by @eleven-times-lively

Moving in by @eleven-times-lively

In sickness, in health by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Perfect by @megslangley02

The proposal by AnnaeJD on Ao3 

Tickle fights by @megslangley02 

Christmas morning by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

Home - unknown 

Ring by @saunteredvaguelydownward 

Never leave your side by @potter-imagines

I’m sorry by @potter-imagines

Stay here all day by @imagining-potter

Safe and sound by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Bedridden boyfriend by @fredisababe

Never alone by @weasleyimaginewheezes 

detention with the toad by @always-oneshots

View by unknown 

snow day by @thoseofgreatambition

sleight of hand by @lupinlongbottom

It’s my fault by @weasley-imagines

engagement judgement by @imaginethatalena

There’s that smile by @accio-imagines

Naptime by @thoseofgreatambition

Christmas magic by @accio-imagines

Hope by unkown 

Scaring you by @fallern618

Eye on the prize by @lupinlongbottom 

My felix felicis by @randomfandomimagine

If you die, I’m going to kill you by @hpimaginethat

together by unknown 

night to remember by @potter-imagines

Not without you by unknown 

Christmas with the Weasleys by @immortal-imagines 

Torture by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The right time by @mrsssiriusblack

Please don’t hurt her by @fredisababe 

Gifts by @acromantulla

I’ll protect you by @randomfandomimagine 

Before I leave by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

The daughter of Sirius Black by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics 

Fire by @accio-imagines 

I love you too much by @imaginesfromthewizardingworld

Secret relationship by @weasley-imagines

The burrow by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The war by unknown 

Fred being an absolute pain by @freddieweasleywashere 

You want to marry me? by @weasley-kings 

Rescued by @rillyroo 

Fred being a third wheel by @thoseofgreatambition 

Beater’s worst nightmare by @the-weasleys-girl

almost (insults on wattpad) by @pufflyhallows

Foul play by @weasley-kings 

And to the stars we go by @harrysweasleys (Since Alexa is well aware of the situation I won’t spam her with tags but note that several of her works were stolen) 

Maybe some day (parts 1+2) by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Stars by @imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms 

Well. This is certainly not how I imagined spending my morning, but here we are. I know this is a long post. Some of the authors who have been tagged here may even already know that their work has been taken. My hopes in making this post are that the authors mentioned here will take action on their own with the knowledge that the writing community here will back them up every step of the way. I hope that this person (whom I assume is either a child or a very childish person) takes the work down or at the least comes clean about stealing the stories. It breaks my heart to know that this “book” has been raking in readers, comments etc with this person taking credit meanwhile the actual writers who put in the hours of writing, editing and publishing have no idea. I’m hoping this also serves as a sort of fic rec list where you can all go and read/re-read these stories and give the original authors some love. God knows they deserve it!

 I’ll be making a tiktok and tagging some people who make weasley related content in order to maybe spread some more awareness there since the majority of people on weasley tiktok seem to prefer wattpad over tumblr (only god knows why but that’s their fish to fry) 

[druidx]

Incorrect quote tag game!

Tagged by @corkythewriteblr, about this time last year

Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

I decided to do all these from the Fighting Fantasy World of Titan because of that the last 'find the word tag' I did. Also, I'm popping the taglist up here cuz it says do as many quotes as tagees and so this is gonna get long.

Tagging: @strosmkai-rum @spacetimewraithwrites @wildswrites @tetrodotoxincs @odysseywritings @ayzrules @morganwriteblr @my-writblr @bexminx @writingingraves @dreamwishing @aalinaaaaaa @wardenoftheabyss @pleaseloathemyveryexistence @jaguarthecat

Also tagging @aquadestinyswriting because she'll get a kick out of these.

Random criminal: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Farren: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Elowyn isn’t

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Elo: Hey, Yoruk, can I get some dating advice? Yoruk: Just because I'm with Merri doesn't mean I know how I did it.

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Elo: I prevented a murder today. Aurianna: Really? How’d you do that? Elo: self control.

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Snotgrut: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Farren: You're like 15 years old Snotgrut: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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Elo: How did none of you hear what I just said? Thazar: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Strucker: I got distracted about halfway through. Schreiber: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Elo: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Farren: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Milli? Milli: Probably “road work ahead”. Snotgrut: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Elo: This is a mistake Felix, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Elo: But not today Felix, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Elo: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Strucker: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Elo: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

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Elo: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Farren: Elo, that's a coma. Elo: Sounds festive.

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Merri: I was arrested for being too cool. Snotgrut: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Felix: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Snotgrut, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Felix: Felix: fsh

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Snotgrut: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Elo: Twelve, actually. Snotgrut: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Elo: Yours! Snotgrut: That's right: no one's.

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*Quentin and Felix are doing something absurdly dangerous* Felix: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time! Quentin, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

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Elo: Snotgrut, keep an eye on Schreiber today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Snotgrut: Sure, I’d love to see Schreiber get punched. Elo: Try again. Snotgrut, sighing: I will stop Schreiber from getting punched.

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Enezeag: Thanks fam! Elo: oh no Felix: *cries* I love you too Snotgrut: Sounds fake but okay Laurence: *A flustered mess* Quentin: can i get a refund

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Felix: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. Aurianna: Okay, but what is updog? Enezeag: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Snotgrut: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Quentin: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Snotgrut: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Felix: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Laurence: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Snotgrut: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Aurianna: What’s a henway?? Felix: Oh, about five pounds.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 41 🔞

Prompt: Not as long as yesterday but to give credit where credit is due here’s the original prompt

Tags: Blow job, power imbalance

A/N: Same as before - the altered prompt is in italics & my work is regular font

“I’ll give you a kiss if you don’t arrest me,” Felix said, letting Chris guide him towards the cell - the handcuffs tight around Felix’s wrists, secured behind his back. Felix waited for one of Chris’s usual quips. But it didn’t come.

“You’re considering it, aren’t you?” Felix looked over his shoulder at Chris.

“No,” Chris snapped, but Felix noticed a distinct blush across Chris’s cheeks.

“Then why are you blushing?” Felix asked.

“I’m not blushing. It’s hot in here,” Chris insisted.

“It’s not hot in here and you’re seriously considering letting me go if you kiss me. We both know I’m hardly the biggest fish you have to fry around here. The cells are nice and private,” Felix continued.

“Technically I’ve already arrested you,” Chris pointed out.

“Fine, I’ll kiss you if you don’t book me,” Felix amended. They reached the cell and Chris opened the door, but didn’t push Felix through it.

“Well?” Felix asked. Chris didn’t say anything as he unlocked the cuffs.

“Why do you want to kiss me?” he looked at Felix.

“Because I want to see what kissing my nemesis will feel like. I’ve heard it’s a rush like you’ve never had before. Haven’t you wondered what it would feel like?” Felix replied.

“Yes,” Chris breathed. “I never noticed your freckles before.”

That’s when Felix realized Chris was close enough to count the freckles on Felix’s cheeks.

“I thought you were supposed to know everything about me,” Felix said.

“I don’t know what kissing you feels like. I don’t know what your skin on mine feels like. I don’t know what it feels like to have you on my cock so no, I don’t know everything about you,” Chris replied, backing Felix into the cell and closing the door.

“I had no idea you were that horny for me,” Felix pulled Chris into him, his lips brushing Chris’s as he spoke.

“Now you do,” the other man replied.

“So if I kiss you will you not book me?” Felix asked.

“If you kiss me, I won’t book you. Anything you’d like to offer for me to let you go completely?” Chris asked.

“Would sucking your cock be a good get out of jail free card?” Felix suggested.

“Depends on how good you are,” Chris replied. Felix threw back his head and laughed.

“I’ll make you see God,” he smirked.

“Prove it,” Chris said. Felix closed the distance between their lips. It was like a rubber band finally snapping after being stretched too far for too long. Hands were roving everywhere - tugging at clothes, on faces, through hair - neither of them could seem to settle on where to stop. The backs of Chris’s knees hit the cell bed, forcing him to sit. Felix climbed on top of him, rutting their hips together and he kept his mouth on Chris’s.

“Open your pants,” Felix instructed when he finally pulled back. Chris’s pupils were blown dark and all he could do was nod. What he was not prepared for was the size of the cock that bounced free from the other man’s underwear.

“What? Can’t handle it?” Chris finally found his voice.

“I can handle it just fine,” Felix ran his finger up the shaft.

“Fine won’t get you out of jail,” Chris replied. Felix snorted.

“I’m glad you think you’re in charge here,” he said. Before Chris could reply, Felix swallowed him halfway down. His hands clamped down on Felix’s shoulders. Felix relaxed his jaw and took all of Chris’s cock in his mouth. As much as he wanted to torture the other man, someone would come looking for them sooner rather than later. Felix pulled almost all the way off and began teasing the sensitive spot right below the head. Chris sounded like he’d been punched. Excellent.

Felix wrapped his lips around the tip and began sucking. Chris moved his hands from Felix’s shoulders to his hair and yanked. Felix retaliated by pushing Chris’s hips back. He wasn’t going to give Chris the satisfaction of fucking his mouth. Then Felix pressed the tip of his tongue into the slit.

“Fuck, what the fuck,” Chris grunted. Felix alternated between sucking the tip and teasing the slit until an ungodly amount of precum was oozing into his mouth. His jaw was starting to get tired thanks to Chris’s size and, quite frankly, he was having enough of kneeling on the hard floor. He wrapped his lips around his teeth and bit down slowly. Chris came with Felix still holding his hips down. When he finished, Felix swallowed, tucked Chris back into his underwear and pants, and sat next to him.

“Am I free to go?” he asked.

“Door’s right there,” Chris nodded in that direction.

“Thank you. If you ever want to see what I can really do, you know where to find me,” Felix patted Chris’s very fucked out cheek, kissed him, and walked out of the cell.

[lapinbunwrites]

Title: Dedue’s Week Off

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Characters: Dedue Molinaro, Annette Fantine Dominic, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Byleth Eisner, Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Sylvain Jose Gautier

Additional Tags: Post-Time Skip, Fluff

Word Count: 1,665

Ao3 Link

Dedue sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing the nape of his neck. As he slowly laid down on his bed, he let out a loud groan. When he tried to sleep, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. If it weren’t for Dimitri insisting on him taking, at least, a week off from work, he wouldn’t have a problem sleeping. Dedue stared at his ceiling until his eyes burned from tiredness, forcing him to fall asleep. 

In the morning, he didn’t do much. All he did was make himself something warm to eat before going back into his room. At first, reading kept his mind off of things. While he was reading, his mind started to wonder. He closed his book, placing it on his desk before leaving his room. Dedue walked through the castle halls until he felt the cold air hit his face. 

He let out a breath and continued to walk. Dedue made his way through the town, seeing the many children. They were making snowmen, making snow angels, and throwing snowballs at each other’s faces. Hearing their laughs, it reminded him of the winters back home he spent with his family. He faintly smiled as he remembered the times when he and his sister would chase their dad into the forest pelting him with snowballs. After their snowball fights, they would all go home and cook with the whole family. 

“Due, Dedue,” a voice faintly said. 

He shook his head, realizing that there was someone in front of him. “Oh, Annette.” 

“Hehe, are you doing okay,” she chuckled. 

“Yes, why do you ask,” he asked, softly. 

“You seemed like you were lost in thought,” she said, adjusting the grocery bag in her arms. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to cause you alarm,” he reassured her, offering to take the bag from her. “I was just remembering something.” 

“Oh, thank you, but I can get the bag. Thank you though,” she smiled at him. She tilted her head before she began to walk through the town. “What were you thinking about?” 

“My family,” he said, following her. Dedue let out another sigh as he continued to watch the children play. “Much like these children, my sister and I would spend many hours outside. When we would get too cold, we would go home to cook to help warm ourselves up.” 

Annette faintly smiled as she saw the pain he showed her. 

“Don’t worry too much about it,” he reassured her, looking at her face. “They are long gone. There is nothing we can do.” 

Annette let out a little sigh as they continued to walk. 

“What are you going to make,” Dedue asked, changing the subject. 

“Oh,” she exclaimed, looking through her ingredients. She shuffled through to make sure that she had everything. “I’m going to make Two Fish Saute! I have the Caledonian Gar, the Albinean Herring, and the butter. Hmmm, am I missing anything?” 

“Do you have herbs or a side,” he reminded her. Before he could say anything else, he watched her rush back to the market. Before he could go help her, he was out of his sight. 

Shaking his head, Dedue kept on walking through the town. While he was walking, he saw many people struggling with anything. He ended up helping around as much as he could. He held on to a little child to put a carrot nose on a snowman. He helped an old woman put decorations on her house. Before he knew it, it was nighttime. He walked back to the castle and got ready for bed, instantly going to sleep. 

Within the next couple of days, he was becoming restless. He tried to help around the castle with the cooks, helping Annette with cleaning the library, Ashe with the garden, Felix with his training. They all told him not to worry and to go do something else. He tried reading again, tried getting fresh air again, he tried to pick up sewing with Mercedes. None of it was working. 

As the days went on, nothing was getting better. He would overhear whispers from his friends and acquaintances. He let out a sigh as he chugged along with his day. It started like any other, trying to find something to do, have Dimitri tell him to go relax. Then he would go back to his room to try to relax, only to feel his muscles tense up. 

Dedue let out a groan as he laid down on his bed. “Only a couple of more days,” he whispered to himself. 

While he stared at the ceiling, a million thoughts went through his head. A few seconds later, he could hear laughing outside of his room. Shortly after that, a few snowballs were thrown into his room. Dedue took a look out of his window, seeing Annette laughing and waving her hand. 

“Dedue,” she laughed. “Come join me!” 

He faintly smiled as he went to join her. When he did, he was also met by Dimitri, Mercedes, Felix, Ashe, Sylvain, Ingrid, and Byleth. 

“Annette told us you were feeling lonely after the day she talked to you in town the other day,” Dimitri smiled. 

“While we can’t replace your family,” Felix grumbled. He took one deep breath in and exhaled it. “We can still be your family.” 

“Pained you to say that, didn’t it,” Dedue said, trying to tease him. 

“Very,” he agreed. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Dedue nodded. He took some snow and clumped it together. Before he could throw it, Felix already threw the one at him. His smirk quickly was wiped off of his face when Dedue pelted him with even more snowballs. It quickly became an all out brawl. Dedue was chasing after Felix, Ashe and Dimitri ganged up on Sylvain, and Annette and Mercedes were going after Ingrid and Byleth. 

After a while, all of them came up with a game. A few people were given thirty seconds to hide, after that thirty seconds, one person would go find them. If the person hiding was hit by a snowball they were out. If the person trying to find someone was hit with a snowball they would lose. The first person out would become the next person to hunt everyone else down. For the first game, Dedue had to go first. 

He walked deep into the forest. It didn’t take him long to find the first person, Felix. Dedue knew he was going to be ambitious and try to hit him first, but he was able to take advantage of it and hit him with a snowball. He faintly smirked as he heard the Duke of Fraldarius let out a loud groan making his way to the beginning of the course. 

Next was Dimitri, who was hiding with Ashe behind a few bushes. He pretended not to see them, sneaking up behind them and hitting them with snowballs. Next was Ingrid, who was always in some place high. Dedue grabbed snow off the ground, making it in a snowball, and throwing it into the tree. When he heard a thud, followed by her yelling ‘ow,’ he knew she was out. 

Then there was Sylvain, he at least put up a fight. It was back and forth, back and forth until Sylvain got distracted by Byleth. Dedue was able to hit Sylvain in the back of the head. He wasn’t able to get Byleth since they were able to retreat before he was able to do anything. Annette, was of course, with Mercedes. They both tried to hide and on opposite sides to ambush him. It didn’t work so well. Dedue walked up on Annette, spooking her. It also scared Mercedes into showing herself. He was able to hit the two of them easily. 

Byleth, the last one left. The hardest person to hit. They scattered around the area, trying to throw him off his game. Every once in a while, they would throw a snowball at him, missing everytime. Whenever he thought he had a chance, he would hit Byleth, missing just as much as they would. At one point, Byleth made the mistake of showing themself. It gave Dedue the perfect chance to hit them with a snowball. He was the winner of this round.  

When he was able to hide, he was one of the hardest to find. Most of the time, he was either the last one to be out of the game. Or he was able to hit the hunter and complete that round. When the last game finished, they all met up near the castle. 

“You know what we should have,” Sylvain suggested with a giant smile on his face. 

“I hope it’s nothing promiscuous, Sylvain,” Dimitri said, gruffly. 

“You’re Majesty, why would you even say that,” he asked, his mouth agape. He let out a little sigh, shrugging as soon as he saw everyone’s looks. “No, that wasn’t what I was going to suggest.” 

“What were you going to suggest,” Ingrid glared at him.

“I was going to suggest we have a punishment for the person who lost most of the rounds for this game,” Sylvain sighed. 

“Oh,” she said, with a sigh of relief. 

“Yesh,” he sighed again, making his way over to Felix. 

Felix groaned. “That means I have to cook.” 

“I thought you enjoyed cooking,” Dedue said. 

His eyebrows began to twitch. He shook his head, letting out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it.” 

Dedue shook his head and watched everyone walk back into the castle. He saw that Annette turned around to face him. He followed her as she tilted her head towards the door. When he got to the kitchen, he sat next to Sylvain and Annette, listening to them talk. He didn’t mince a word, he just listened and watched everyone. At the end of the night, he went back to his room, falling asleep instantly.

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This is a gift to @kaijuusandkryptids for their Nagamas gift! I tried my best to show that he has a hard time relaxing since he is a very serious person. I also tried to show more of a tender/fun side of him. I hope you enjoy!!

[misslilli]

Thank you guys, for your likes and reblogs 🥰

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 35 - Christmas Break (1/?)

[ DS ]

The Saturday after the Christmas party finds me out on my balcony, alone, curled up in my Adirondack chair, wrapped in my thick down blanket, a cup of coffee in my hands. The sounds of the ocean and the quiet cries of seagulls in the background, I replay the scenes from last night in my head and I can’t help but smile. It has finally happened. What I’ve been secretly – and only recently, not so secretly – hoping for, for four long months.

I’ve imagined this scene in my mind and dreams for so many times, but the real thing was nothing at all like anything I could’ve dreamed of. It was perfect, he was perfect. I touch my fingers to my lips where I can still feel the warm, gentle pressure of his and I remember the taste of the mixture of egg-nog and him. I can’t wait to do it again. And again. And some more after that.

When our lips met for the first time, I instantly knew that this first kiss would be the last first kiss I’d ever need, in this lifetime and the next. I laugh at that thought, reincarnation and past lives is something that Mulder would firmly believe in. My phone buzzes somewhere in my lap, under the blanket and I fish it out. It’s a text from him.

I smile, tucking the phone back underneath the blanket. Charlie’s going to pick me up at 9am sharp and I still haven’t packed, so I untangle myself from my cocoon and head inside, getting ready for the trip up to Boston.

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[ FM ]

When I pick up Felix from the Skinner’s the next morning, he’s buzzing with excitement, telling me all about how they baked Christmas cookies yesterday and even decorated them.

“Look Dad, I even made one for Miss Scully!” He shows me the snowman he made proudly.

“Sorry kid, she’s out of town since this morning.” First, his expression is a little sad, but then he looks at me suspiciously.

“How do you know that?” Oops.

“Uh… I ran into her at the Christmas party yesterday and she told me.” Well, at least it’s not a lie. I don’t have to tell him what we did before. Or after, for what seemed like hours. I smile at the memory, a warm fuzzy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. My thoughts are interrupted by Felix tugging on my shirt sleeve, a disappointed look on his face.

“It’s too bad she can’t have the snowman I made for her. I think she’d really like him, the cookies are soo good, Dad!”

“I bet they are, kid. Tell you what, why don’t we send her a picture instead?” His eyes go wide.

“You have her phone number? That’s so awesome, now we can send her loads of pictures, of butterflies and our Christmas tree and when we get to Grandma’s, a picture of her tree and then we can build a snowman and show her!” He’s so excited, I have to laugh, shaking my head.

“Let’s just send the one with the cookie, for now, alright?” Grumbling, he reluctantly agrees but I can practically see the wheels turning in his head, thinking of more opportunities to reach out to her.

Around 10:30, I check my phone for the umpteenth time, but still no reply. I start to get worried. Is it pathetic to double text? Maybe she’s just busy with her family.

I google “Is it pathetic to double text relationship”, and scroll through the posts, but the answers I find are not very helpful. Some say yes, some say no. I sigh, deciding to wait a little while longer and slip my phone into the back pocket of my jeans so I don’t miss her answer. Certainly feels a little pathetic, to miss her after merely 12 hours apart.

It’s going to be a long week with that Scully-shaped hole inside my heart.

I try to distract myself by retrieving our suitcases from the basement for our trip to my mother’s house tomorrow, stuffing clothes inside haphazardly, my mind somewhere on the I-95 North, between Plymouth and Boston.

By 11:00, I decide that it’s better to be pathetic rather than worried and I send her another text.

My heart leaps as her status changes first from online to typing… and I hold my breath waiting for her reply.

Grinning to myself, I head to the kitchen to take a picture of the wonky snowman and press send.

Usually, I really hate texting, but this is kind of fun, mostly because I can hear the tone of her voice in my head while reading and I can just picture her face with the perfectly raised eyebrow.

Still grinning stupidly at my phone, I go and search for my son, finding him in his room contemplating which books to bring to his Grandma’s.

“Miss Scully says thanks for the cookie, you did a really great job!” He beams at the compliment. We really have it bad for her, don’t we?

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[ DS ]

Charlie and I step into our parents’s house to the smell of freshly baked cookies (Mom), the sound of German Christmas music coming from the living room (Dad), kids yelling over each other who gets to put the angel on top of the tree this year (Missy and Bill’s) and a stern voice telling them off for yelling (my brother’s). It’s such a perfect blend of our family, Charlie and I have to grin at each other.

“The favorite children are here!” I yell over the music and the ruckus, setting down my suitcase by the front door. Mom comes out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron and wraps us into a big hug.

“Thank God you’re here, the kids have been waiting for you to arrive forever, driving us up the wall with their incessant whining.”

I smile at that, Charlie and I are a big hit with our nieces and nephews and we thoroughly enjoy being fun uncle and auntie before we pass back the randy bunch to their respective parents.

Dad joins us in the front hall shortly after, my parents’s big black Labrador Sergeant Pepper bounds in with him and jumps between us, yapping excitedly. I crouch down to scratch him behind his ears, making his entire backside wag with joy. “Hey Pep, you know who’s a good boy? Yes you’re a good boy!” I laugh when he licks my face and almost topples me over.

He only lets up when Dad gives a sharp whistle and the dog returns to sit at his side obediently. Dad moves in and pulls me into a hug too, whispering to me conspiratorially “Don’t yell out our secret like that, Starbuck! The others don’t know you’re our favorites!”

I grin up at him and place a big kiss on his cheek before he leads us into the living room, where the fight about the tree topper is tabled, for now, and we’re greeted with a flurry of “Finally, you’re here!”, “Yay, Uncle Charlie!” and “HI Auntie Dana!”.

Missy’s two girls and Bill’s younger son gather around Charlie and I for a group hug, the only one who’s hanging back is Matthew, Bill’s older son. As a teenager, he’s far too cool for such exuberant displays of affection.

“Mattie, get over here!,” I hold out my one free arm to him and get a raised eyebrow in return, a trait that all the Scully’s seem to have inherited.

“It’s Matthew, Aunt Dana!” Obviously, he’s too cool for auntie as well, but he does come over reluctantly to give us a one-armed hug.

Charlie ruffles the teenager’s hair just to mess with him, grinning wickedly. “You got soooo big little Mattie!” I have to bite back a laugh at Matthew’s exasperated expression, teasing and messing with each other is how we show affection in our family.

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[ FM ]

On the drive to my mom’s house, Felix goes on an on about how excited he is to spend Christmas with all the people he loves and he mentions a surprise that’s waiting at the house. He’s very secretive about it and I don’t think of asking if it’s a good surprise for me too.

A mistake I regret as soon as we step into the house. It’s a surprise alright, but it’s certainly not a good one, at least not for me, when I see Diana sitting on the couch in my mother’s living room.

“MOM! You came!” Felix drops all his bags right where he’s standing, running over to fling himself at his mom. The hug she gives him is only slightly awkward, but he’s way too excited to notice the hesitant pats on his back.

I bite back the “What the hell are you doing here?” in favor of keeping the peace but I do ask it to my own mother when I go to find her in the kitchen after greeting her with a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m sorry, Fox, Felix wore me down. He’s been begging me to invite her for months, I thought he told you! I didn’t expect her to actually show up, to be honest.”

“Yeah, that’s a first, her showing up for him for anything.” Spending Christmas with my ex-wife ranks right up there with getting a root canal or a visit to the Urologist’s office on my list of non-favorite things in the world.

“Be civil, for Felix’s sake. He’s really happy she’s here, even if we’re less than thrilled!”

“I can’t make any promises, she knows exactly how and when to push my buttons… but I’ll try, for Felix.”

We spend a surprisingly nice afternoon outside in the snow and Diana’s actually warm and cordial towards the both of us for the first time in years - she reminds me of her younger self, the one I fell in love with a lifetime ago, during our time in Quantico, before it all went to hell.

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[ DS ]

At dinner, we lay off Matthew for a while, focusing on Bill’s new Navy issued haircut instead. Missy leans over to inspect his buzz-cut, tilting her head to the side. “Won’t your ears get cold in the winter?”

“Did you get into a fight with the lawn-mower again, Bill?,” I grin around my fork, Charlie joining in on the fun.

“At least that way you won’t notice the bald spot on the back of his head!”

Bill looks about ready to murder us all, turning to his wife Tara for help. She places a hand on his arm, reassuring him that there’s absolutely no bald spot visible on the back of his head.

The kids are giggling into their food at our exchange and even Mom and Dad can’t hide their grin.

Missy and I are on dish duty tonight and I’m glad for some alone time, I’m dying to tell her about the events from last night. We share a glass of red wine afterwards, leaning against the counter of the kitchen island when I get another text.

It’s a selfie of a beaming but slightly blurry Felix with a Christmas tree, probably his Grandma’s and I’m not sure the use of his dad’s phone was authorized because the caption reads “Happee hollydais frm Felix!” I can’t keep the grin off my face when I type my reply, which gets me a nudge from a curious Missy.

“Sooo, I’ve seen you grinning into your phone a whole lot today, what’s going on sis?” I smile into my glass, feigning nonchalance.

“Ooh you know… things happened. Big things, wild things…” That gets me another nudge, harder this time.

“Don’t play coy with me, does this have anything to do with a certain handsome gentlem-”

“We kissed!” I blurt out, not telling anyone about this has been killing me all day.

Missy gasps and grabs my arms. “You kissed?? What? When? Where?? Tell me, everything! Don’t leave anything out.” Before I can answer, my older brother comes into the kitchen, catching the last bits of our conversation with a frown.

“Who kissed whom now?” I groan inwardly, having a pretty good idea of the discussion we’ll be having in a moment. Missy is oblivious with joy, bless her heart.

“Dana kissed a boy last night!!” My brother raises an eyebrow at me, still frowning.

“Who is he?” I shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

“His name’s Fox Mulder, he’s the dad of one of our students, Felix. We’ve met on the first day of school.”

“Huh.. so he’s a divorcee, huh? Left his wife and took her kid along with him. Does Dad know any of this?? What kind of a name is Fox, anyway?” I knew exactly that this was how he was going to react but I’m still not prepared for the rush of anger at his words. I’ve never actually had the nerve to stand up to my big brother, tease him yes, mess with him also yes, but go head to head with him? Never. But I can’t stand to listen to what he’s insinuating about Mulder’s character without saying something.

“He’s an amazing dad and a really great guy, Bill, so lay off me, Judge Judy! And no, Dad doesn’t know and it’s not your place to tell him, do you hear me?! God, I’ve heard the same thing from you so many times, no one is ever good enough!” He was right most of the times before, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of actually admitting that to his face.

I can see that me arguing back and the anger that comes off of me in waves surprises him by the dumbfounded look on his face. “I’m… just looking out for you Dana!” I finish the rest of my wine and step up to him, glaring up at him indignantly.

“Well give it a rest, I’m so tired of it Bill. I’m going to bed. Good night you two!”

I’m so wired from my outburst, adrenaline cursing through my veins, that I lie in bed wide-awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling. I can only think of one thing that’ll make me feel better so I take out my phone, drawing up the picture I took of Mulder and I yesterday. My finger traces his face gently and even though he’s probably asleep by now, I text him.

Aaaw he's so cute! I can’t wait to talk to him again, it’s been too long that I heard his voice already.

I’m startled when his picture suddenly comes up on my screen, he’s calling me right now. What?! Shit, I wasn’t expecting that.

I shakily slide my finger over the screen breathing out a tentative “Hi!”

“Hey!” The low gravelly tone in his voice makes my stomach flutter.

I burrow my cheek deeper into the phone, closing my eyes. After a few moments of silence, my lips curve into a smile.

“We kissed!”

I swear to God, that low throaty chuckle is one of my favorite sounds in the whole world. “We did, I remember…” There’s a pause at the end of the other line. “So I gather that’s a good thing…?

I hum at the back of my throat. “Mhh, a very good thing”

“Sooo there might be a slim chance of a repeat?” I bury my face into my pillows - why does he have to be so freaking adorable? YES! Yes, there’ll be a repeat!

“When I get back, there most definitely will be a repeat!” I can feel the smile in his voice warm against the side of my face.

“That’s good. So your brother’s a tool huh? What happened?” ‘You can’t tell him you just blurted out the start of your relationship unceremoniously to your overprotective brother.’

“Oh he’s just being his overbearing, overprotective self. How’s Felix doing? The selfie he sent me was really cute, he seems be so excited for Christmas.” ‘Smooth change of subject.’

“Sorry about that, he hijacked my phone the second I wasn’t looking. He's ecstatic about Christmas, I could barely get him to sleep tonight, he’s buzzing on a Christmas spirit high and he can’t wait to start building snowmen. He’s packed about ten encyclopedias so guess who got to carry his suitcase… I just can’t say no to that cute little face!” I can imagine, I’m having a pretty hard time with it myself. Saying no to both cute little faces.

“I’ve seen that face, you don’t stand a chance!” Yawning wide, I burrow deeper underneath the covers. “But that’s okay, it’s his superpower!”

“You sound pretty wiped so I’ll let you get some sleep now – goodnight Scully!” ‘Nooo don’t go just yet!’

My voice is sleepy, though, and I’m halfway into dreamland already. “You hang up first…” There’s that throaty chuckle again!

“Tell you what, we both hang up on 3 okay? 1…2…3…”

“You’re still here.”

“So are you.”

“Okay for real now. Goodnight Mulder! 1…2…3…”

“Scully! I knew you wouldn’t do it!”

“No, I knew you wouldn’t do it”

We both burst out laughing and I feel like a high-school sweetheart playing this game of who hangs up first. Eventually, we do hang up together and I miss the sound of his voice against my ear already.

Just before I drift off to sleep, my phone buzzes once more on my bedside table.

[considermeharmless]

The Labyrinth Games - Part 1

First day of insanity, hooray! XD I suggest familiarizing yourselves with the Labyrinth arc of Inky Mystery, otherwise a lot of this won’t make sense. This simulation will be tagged as “The Labyrinth Games” if you want to avoid it in the meantime!

And now, enjoy!

The Bloodbath

… Ah yes, it’s good to be back to this nonsense. Notice I changed a little bit of some texts to add flavor?  Now, what can I say? I think it’s incredibly fitting that Mayhem would immediately go for the throwing knives XD

HAHAHAHA!! Meanwhile Mickey is already bloodthirsty X’D What? Is it because the cHiLd more or less maybe perhaps joined their Pack on accident? A bit unnecessary, no? (although, it doesn’t escape me that it specified “with a sword”. It’s so fitting for him.)

Oh my- *facepalm* Mugs, I do not want a repeat of last year! Please don’t use them! Geez, any weapon in his hands seems like a recipe for disaster. OvO

Hah! While I’m not surprised that Chaos can act creepy enough to scare someone away, I’m surprised he scared Michael. Nothing seems to faze this man. XD

Finally some characters with some common sense TvT Also coughBorishasshownheisverygoodatrunningawaycoughcough.

Canni nooo! QnQ While terribly tragic and morbidly described holy stars above, can we talk about that sentence a little? Cannikin, a literal ghost, getting owned by some poison X’D And how on Earth did the Night Terror shoot that? Why?! It already has enough defensive and offensive mechanisms! This is such overkill. x)

Bgrnhzougajho well alrighty then. Rude. xD

Wow. WOW. WOOOWWW. What the heck Oswald?? What did she do to you?! Also how? She’s so powerful! But well, I guess it’s the end for Alice. TvT

... I’m surprised she didn’t end up with some explosives as well, but to be fair, even a toothpick in her hands would make me worried for my life. That lady is just too good at killing.

Pfft. Ventis, you go girl. Show him who’s boss. X’D

Oh? Surprising but fine. :P

The wording makes me think they decided to truce and get fishing necessities as a duo. The fact that they managed to agree on something with no sass or threats for fishing purposes of all things is highly entertaining. x)

O... kay? People aren’t going to be happy she didn’t get killed right away but I can only applaud the self-preservation.

Yessss. Run. Run as far as you can.

DAY 1

I don’t see a world were she’d need it, but also an unknown sponsor? Do you think that could be the Warners? XD

Haha! Usually, I’d be concerned for the rabbit and mouse siblings against these chaotic lads but since they both got the first kills alongside the Night Terror so I’m more concerned for Amish and Michael at the moment XD

Well, for once he can catch a nap at least...

NO.

This is illegal. I refuse this. TvT I love it.

Boris noooo I thought you had the street smarts on your side QvQ Well, what a shame. One of the two title characters dead for the count.

Ohohohoh this is one cursed group for sure! How on Earth did they talk this arrangement out without tearing each other to shreds?! Well... The Night Terror specifically XD

Felix, what did you do?!

No no, you’re supposed to run away from him not toward him :’D

Hm. Quite on point with some of her character arc, ey?

Sarah is being oddly cautious, but you never quite know with her.

D:

Chaos is ruthless! Look at Donald, even he is judging me for having added the God of Chaos himself in this little game like: “Really? You expected me to last this long with this kind of bigwig?”

Oh now, that’s scary...

And now...

The Fallen characters

Overall, an interesting mix of main and secondary characters, powerful and rather standard capacities.

Status of the day

I’m half-surprised and half-not at who had those early kills... And most of the extremely powerful and deadly characters are still in the race :’D Are you excited for what’s yet to come? I know I am!