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hrdenha · 5 months

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...touch me, puppy | s.jy

synopsis: The sounds of his groans made its way through your ears and echoed to the walls. Pride swells up on your chest at the fact, that the untouchable and elusive, Sim Jaeyun is now on your couch whimpering and pleading for your touches. He looks like a guy you want full control of thus, you can't blame the other girls for wanting him, after all, you also want the same thing.

pairings: shytype!sim jaeyun x softdom!reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. jake's celibacy from sexual endeavors 🤭 reader and jake using her undies in some ways thus, panty kink (?) shy and soft jake. pen*tration, unpr*tective s*x, wrap it up guys!

— AUTHOR'S NOTE: this should be publish on the upcoming weekdays but it's currently our hell week and school is also kicking my ass for the last time before we go home for christmas. so, i decided to just drop this. hope y'all enjoy ❣️

"Seriously, Y/N? Do you even realize what you're saying right now?"

You hum in agreement, eyes looking straight to that man who currently sitting on the sofa. He's not looking so comfortable with how stuck he looks while an unknown girl was trying to flirt with him.

Yeji groaned, still trying to give you some 'sense'. "I mean, Jake's not bad. He got the looks, and he got the brains. He also has sense of humor..." You hummed again, now, while nodding but still, watching on what the woman was doing with your target. "That's why a lot of girls want to take him to their bed but all of them failed. Rumor has it that he's still a virgin but it didn't even take a toll on his famed career. Girls doesn't care if he is. If all, knowing his a virgin just adds fuel to the fire. I wouldn't be surprised if he thinks that that woman was just trying to strike up a conversation with him instead of flirting with him. Jake is just... He's just, umm, how do I put this nicely? Nerdy... and innocent. Yeah."

You chuckled, "And, he's cute... I like him" then, you stopped to analyze what you just said but "... yeah, I like him." You mumbled again.

Your friend took a sharp gasp, all attention in you. "Wait... You mean LIKE like? Girl, may I remind you that a whole Lee Felix is waiting for you? Are you for real?"

"I don't like Felix, though. I don't like playboys." You said in a matter-fact tone, eyeing your friend to add thickness on your claim before looking back at Jake who's now talking with the woman. His head was now gently swaying from left to right obviously rejecting the unknown woman's advances.

Even if the place was loud and somehow dimmed because of the lights, you clearly see how the woman were annoyed before it left. You also saw how Jake sighed, his body finally relaxed after the encounter. He pushed up his specs, his eyes catching yours as he did so. You smiled, not breaking the eye contact, "... I always like the innocent looking ones"

It was almost a week after the party. In Yeji's surprise, you didn't make a move not even an attempt. After the eye contact, or in Yeji's perspective — after the unknown woman left, your friend convince you to strike a conversation but jake immediately avoided your eyes and you let him. You knew he was uncomfortable, and you don't want to push that so, you let him go do his thing. Not even glancing at his way again throughout that night.

"I'm still confused. I thought you like him?"

You hummed but didn't answer. You're busy trying to open a file on your laptop but it keeps crashing until a message box appear saying that you should wait for awhile. You clicked you tongue before pushing your swivel chair to the side where Yeji was, err, you don't know what position she has but she was comfortably laying on your sofa as she waited for your answer.

"I do. I like him. I told you, he's cute"

"So, why didn't you took the change to flirt with him?"

"Do I need to?"

Yeji unbelievably scoffed, as if she wants to give up, "What— but, I thought you like him?"

You shrugged, "Yeah, because I just thought he's cute"

"Oh, so you just like him? Not LIKE like?" She ask again.

Your forehead creased, slightly tilting your head to her. You seriously don't understand what Yeji was yapping about. You like Jake because you seriously think that he's cute. You're not sure if this is just a small crush, as of now, you're also trying to figure it out.

You were about to open your mouth to answer when your laptop and Yeji's phone produced a sound. Your eyes move to the screen where a text box flashed.

"Shit..." Your laptop got a virus. Talk about being unlucky.

"What happened?"

You sighed, shaking your head "Just my beloved laptop catching a virus"

"That sucks. What about your files? You backed it up, right?"

"Fortunately. What about you?"

"Nothing, just that Mr. Baek sends the partner composition for the final project this semester. Did you get it?"

"I didn't have my phone, charging. But, who'd I got?" You casually asked, still trying to get your laptop working.

There's a moment of silence, you reasoning with your device while Yeji trying to find your name from the lists. You were about to ask again when she suddenly shrek.

"What in the world happened to you?"

"You got Jake as your partner!" Yeji exclaimed all smiles.

"I did?"

"You fucking did!" She screamed again, standing up, walking, and then putting her phone under to your face. Letting your eyes be the one to confirm the information. Talk about being lucky.

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Yeah, you're really lucky now that the elusive Sim Jaeyun is now on your apartment. After confirming the partnership about the project, you two decided to start the project today at your house. He slowly walks to your couch, putting down his things and trying not to meet your eyes.

"You can relax there, I'll just get us some foods" Jake nervously coughed trying to blur the silence before nodding. A smile crept in your lips but you tried to tone it down. He's just so cute, you can't help it!

After spending a few minutes, you finally step out of the kitchen with tray of food in hands. Putting it down, oblivious at the set of heavy eyes throwing a lingering look on your body as you did so.

"Is it okay if we use your laptop? Mine's got a virus."

"I dont... mind. You can use it." He whispered, eyes focused directly at you. Nodding, your hands took his laptop and put it in your lap. You clicked the button and the monitor automatically lights up, displaying the password bar in the screen. You silently face the laptop to Jake who's currently sitting beside you, his slender fingers typed the password with ease before pushing down the enter.

The laptop opened but instead of the home screen, the laptop automatically displays a tab from the browser. The four walls of the room were now filled with moans from the speaker of the said device.

Jake mumbled a cursed, hands immediately taking the laptop from your lap and exiting the tab that cause a thick silence and awkwardness in between the two of you.

You look at his side, his whole face, some part of his neck and ears are now in shade of red. If he can't look straight in your eyes earlier, at this moment, you doubt Jake still know how to breath.

In an attempt to not further embarrassed him, your fingers travel on top of your lips trying to hide the curve smile that was playing on your lips, "I'll just get more water for us" You excused yourself taking the pitcher even if it was still half way full. It's the least you can do, giving him the solitude to calm himself.

When you come out for the second time, you decided to finally settle beside Jake to continue your business but to your surprise, the man immediately scoot away as if he just got burned by your presence.

You eyed him in shock which jake also did albeit, he's more on a nervous side.

What did I do? Is he that disturbed by my presence?

The silence that made its position between the four walls of living room from the very start became more palpable though you decided it was enough, "I think—" You started carefully, trying not to spook him. Heck, you're not even looking at him, just keeping your eyes in front scared that you might scare him even more. Although, you saw how jake focus his eyes on you from your peripheral. You realized that this is the second time— since he walked inside your abode, that he looked at you straight. You felt slightly pleased at the manner in which he looks at you, yet the way he averted his body played on your mind again causing you to shun the positive emotions away.

"I think, It would be better if... we just divide the tasks and work in it separately. I'm sorry for wasting your time" You repeated, loud and clear. No one said anything after that, room filled with silence once again. You were about to stand up and walk away when a hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back.

The unexpected impact made you loss your balance. And the next thing you knew, you were on top of Jake. On his lap, to be exact while both of you positioned like sitting and laying on the couch at the same time.

"I-I'm sorry..." He uttered trying to scoot away from you, again.

And before you can even think, words started pouring out of your mouth, "Do you hate me?"

Jake was stunned, his body freezing under you before meeting your eyes, "What? No!"

"Do I make you uneasy?"

He, again, shook his head before answering, "Of course not!" in a defensive voice.

"Then, why—"

"You make me nervous!" He said in large voice. "not in a bad way, though. It's always in a good way. You're just so different. You're beautiful and smart and I... I like you. I like you so so much. I like you ever since I saw you last year in freshmen orientation. I like you so much that when you look at me last week at the party, I started think about... things with you. I can't help it, its just—"

"Is that the reason why you're watching porn in the middle of the day?" You asked, cutting him off. A sly smile, that you didn't try to hide this time — is now displayed on your lips.

"I-I'm so—" You hushed him, putting your index on his lips. His pinkish, plump, and kissable lips. You sighed when his bulge starting to let its presence known under you. He's turned on.

"You sure I don't make you uncomfy?" You asked again which he immediately answered with a shake of head. "No..." He whispered, his hot breath making contact with your neck.

You stand up taking a step back and putting a distance between the two of you, just enough for your eyes to hug his presence. The action made Jake confused, in fact, his hands didn't leave your wrist even though there's a reasonable distance in between the both of you. In his eyes, a lot of emotions are playing. Disappointment... Doubt... Awe... Lust?

You silently put your hands inside your shirt, unclipping your bra before sliding the straps on your arms and finally disregarding it somewhere. Jake silently watching you, mouth slightly ajar, eyes observing your actions as your hand touched his clothed dick. After a few touches, your hands travel on his waist. He lets you unbuttoned it, taking off his underwear and pants completely causing his hardened to sprang forward.

You look at his dick in surprise. Oh! look. at. that. His face and ears weren't the only red on his body, that's for sure. It was twitching, his tip in the painful color of red, plus the precum oozing on its tip. You're not a masochist, you know how painful it is to be exposed and not touched. You knew how Jake wanted to be touched just by how his dick twitch, hips slightly buckling up when your breaths made in contact with it. He's, maybe, a 6 inch with a good thickness. You want to lick it, to touch it. You really do. His dick is so pretty. The way his pubes were cut clean tells you more about him and you don't mind spending your time with it in your mouth but not before you drop the million dollar question.

Jake watches with a heavy eyes as you climb on top of him in straddling position.

"Tell me what you want..." You can feel his dick on top of your pussy even though you're still wearing your cotton shorts. You wanted to move your hips but controlled yourself. "What do you want right now, Jake?" You ask again looking down at him, his mouth slightly open ajar as he met your eyes. "You. I want you, Y/N... please"

You smiled giving him a peck. Jake must've been expecting a different kiss from the way his lips tried to chase yours. You smiled, not yet. He groaned in response but you paid him no mind. You kneel in front of him, in front of his dick and you didn't waste your time. Your hands immediately grip it, tongue making contact on his tip which you tease wholeheartedly. Jake's moans poured out of his lips together with a curse moreover, when you finally took him inside your mouth.

With the way your tongue play with his shaft, his tip hitting your throat, and how your mouth suck the life out of him, Jake's groans and moans intensifies as well. You look up to him, eyes fluttering behind your long lashes. The man was vocal, his groans are making you wet. You can feel the heat between your legs increases in every suck you did and moans that came out of jake's mouth. Your eyes met, and you can't help but to chuckle on how fucked up he looks which by the way, send vibration to his cock. He was trying to look at you, to imprint how you suck him on the deepest part of his mind yet he can't help but to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure... in you.

"Shit, Y/N... yes, that— that feels good" He moaned again, "I'm gonna..." You felt his hips meeting your mouth causing you to pick up you pace. And with his last groan, he cummed. His thick and white cum flooded your senses, you swallowed it before sucking him again.

"You're so... beautiful" He mumbled breathlessly, eyes boring from the way you lick him clean. His dick was still hard and hot, even after cumming, his dick refused to soften up.

You smiled, before you crawl up to him. Jake was focused on you, on your lips to be exact. He wanted to kiss you, and you let him. You gently clash your lips with his, letting his tongue explore your caverns as you tease his cock with your hands. Jake groaned in between your make out session, tasting his own cum on your mouth did unspeakable things inside him.

"Please, I need to be inside you... please. please." He whispered as he kissed your lips, saying it like a prayer over and over again, hoping his goddess would make his wish come true. And, what can a goddess do but to answer his prayer?

With that, you straddle him again, "You mind if I'll do everything myself?" You asked which came out as a whimper when you directly felt his dick on your tight pussy after taking off your shorts and panties, before straddling him. Jake looks up as you allowed him to take in your body. To let his brain register that a woman is willingly giving her body to him. His head shook before answering a breathless 'no'.

"Tell me, jake... are you a virgin?" You asked again, kissing his checks then his lips. "No... but ever since I saw you, I stopped. It's been a year since." He sighed, eyes closed as he feels the way your sinful lips travel dow his neck, adorning it with bites.

"So, I'm the first in awhile?" He nodded again. "And, hopefully the last." You chuckled at his words. You pulled back looking down at him, your eyes took his visuals in.

Jake looks good. He always is. He looks cute with his specs on, a small amount of sweat on his forehead after the stunt you two pulled earlier. He's wearing a casual long sleeve that has a black collar. The longsleeve has a patterns of horizontal lines with an alternate color of black, white, and red. his neck was adorned with a simple yet elegant silver necklace. His hair was soft, not to mention his lips. That sinful swollen lips of his. He looks hot and irresistible. You can't blame the other girls who wanted him by themselves. You also want the same thing.

At that thought, pride swelled up on your chest. Letting yourself fall in temptation of kissing him deeply again while hips slowly thrusting to create a friction. Your hands pull up your top that perfectly hugs your curves to completely expose yourself to jake as you rub onto him.

Pulling back from the kiss, you finally lift yourself, hands gripping his shaft as his tip scratch on your folds. Letting him know how wet you are because of him.

Jake moaned, still looking at you. He won't close his eyes, he wouldn't miss this for the world. He just want to slam your body down his cock but he control himself. The fact that you're the one in charge is making him crazy.

You gently aligned his tip on your whole, allowing your wetness to naturally push him inside you. His breath hardened, groans getting fuller and louder when you finally let yourself down his cock.

You moaned, head tilting back when you felt his thickness. "You felt thicker now than earlier on my mouth. Fuck, Jake... you felt good"

His dick twitched inside you and in response, you felt your legs shaking. Jake's breath pick up it's pace, his hard breathes filling the room. "You're not going to cum, Aren't you?" He shook his head, answering a 'no' with bated breath. You hummed, smiling down to him as your hands slowly took his glasses off before putting it down on the side table.

He looks handsome, as always. And the way he looks up to you with such innocence in his eyes is turning you on even more. You pushed yourself for a kiss which he accepted gladly, allowing the both of you to be engrossed by each others tastes.

Clenching him painfully inside, jake groaned again. "Fuck... so tight" You start going up and down on his cock. Pleasure starting to build up as you did so. But then, you noticed something. He's not touching you. His hands softly and were carefully pleased on your sides as if he's scared to fully lay his hands on your body.

You took jake's palm, slowly sliding it upwards to your body and onto your breast, persuading him to hold you.

"You can touch me, it's okay..."

"I'm just shy—"

"Don't be, don't be shy. You can touch me, puppy. It's okay" You said in assurance hips continuously fucking yourself in his dick. And, he did. Jake deliciously gripped your bossom, teasing your nipples after. And to your surprise, Jake took your left breast in his mouth while the right was still on his hand. His tongue plays with your erect nipple, biting it hard enough that adds on your pleasure causing you to moan.

"I don't mind if you leave a mark. I would even gladly accept it" You whispered, chuckling on how hard he sucked your breast.

"Does it feel good?" You ask, keeping up your pace. The man under you whimper in response, and you can't help but to kiss him messy again. After a while, an idea sparks your mind.

"Let's try a new position, puppy" You immediately laid on your back, a pillow supporting your upper body as it leans on the arm rest of the couch. "Come here, and fuck me" You said again, as your legs invite him in between.

Jake got on top, kissing you again while letting you strip him his remaining clothes. You pulled his shirt up before pulling him closer to you together with his dick sliding inside as he started rutting you.

Your hand made contact with your lacey panties. Jake's still observing you and swear that he saw the mischief writing on your eyes as you push the garment up to his nose.

"Smell it if you're a good puppy, Jake." You render, trying to stabilize your voice from the bliss of his thrusts. "Are you my good puppy?" You ask again, teasingly. He obliged, sniffing it. Taking a good whiff off of it. You smell good, the fabric is soaked with your pussy's natural smell and he knew that he's addicted. Jake was turned on even more, even taking a mental note of wanting to eat you later.

You relased a breathy chuckle, and silently inserted it into Jake's neck which made his dick twitch inside. "So, you like this? I can't believe how perverted my puppy is." You teased, chuckling again as Jake's cheeks get redder. You pulled the red dainty garment down making him kiss you.

"Red really suits you, jake." After those words, you felt how his thrust becomes sharper and harder. "Ugh! Tight..." He moaned, "Fuck me, jake. Yes, please harder!"

He picked up his pace, who would've taught the elusive sim jaeyun fucking you hard with his thick, veiny, and long cock? Fuck, the pleasure was intense. You can't help but scream, basking yourself in pleasure itself. The room was filled with groans and skin slapping now more than ever.

Your walls clench him tightly at the same time you feel something building up on your lower abdomen, "Jake! Ugh, I'm gonna—! Come inside!" And, then you screamed, the same time you cum. You don't care if your neighbors can hear you. You don't fucking care. Jake continues to thrust, as you are slowly being overstimulated while he rides your orgasm.

"Shit! Y/N!" You felt another wave building up on your abdomen together with how your legs uncontrollably shake. "J-jake!" You cried, eyes keeping close at the intense pleasure. With the last curse and thrust, you came for the second time as you felt him filling you up to the brim with both his cock and cum, giving you a creampie. His thick load painted your walls as he collapsed on top of you.

"That's a good puppy..." You whispered in his ears, brushing his hair as you felt his cum slowly oozing out and down of your hole. "You're a good puppy." Mumbling the last words and a pair of lips kissing your neck was the only thing you felt before darkness got you.

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#adiwrites #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen ff #enhypen au #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #park jongseong #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader

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ninadove · 9 months

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watching character ai lukadrien create the most heart wrenching debilitatingly angsty love story to ever love story ever

Hey, I can tell there’s no malice behind your ask, but — don’t do that.

I write fanfiction myself, and a lot goes into it:

1. Unreasonable amounts of ✨ Time and Effort ✨

Just the other day, my WIP kept me up until 2 AM, because I wanted it to be neatly polished before even sending it to my beta readers (@paracosmicfawn and @dragongutsixofficial). The first thing I did the following morning was re-read it again, to correct any typos and inconsistencies my tired brain might have missed the night prior.

2. Research and analysis

For a cute little Lukadrien scene I wrote with my ✨ awesome girlfriend ✨ — something that was never even going to be published — I went through a dozen different sources trying to get a better understanding of what meditation actually is and to capture the philosophy behind it accurately. This does not make me special — all authors do it out of dedication and love for their craft, but it’s energy that could be spent doing literally anything else, especially when you consider how horrifyingly lonely the writing process can be (see point 1).

Also, there’s a reason I spend so much time making analysis posts on Silly Little Blorbos who do not exist! It gets my brain running and allows me to sharpen my understanding of the characters, so I can write them properly in my works.

3. A unique perspective on the characters, the source media, and life in general

Which gives all the flavour to my favourite AO3 works out there.

Like, yes, that extract you sent in your follow-up ask is cute, I guess, but it’s also incredibly generic:

When actual living breathing human (or Senti) beings share their work with you, they’re inviting you to a special part of their brain that they’ve decorated with their own experiences, references and visuals — things that they love and passed onto their favourite characters, so they can hopefully reach you. For instance, Character AI would never have had the genius idea to compare Felix’s eyes to an aurora borealis; this could have only sparked from @wackus-bonkus-maximus’ brain. Similarly, my version of Felix will often reference works of art and literature that left a strong impact on me as a child — an impact I’m sure can also be sensed in my approach to storytelling and even in the way I structure sentences and paragraphs.

Which leads me to my final and most important point:

4. EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE™

Because let’s be real — there’s a reason our brains latch onto certain characters, and said reasons aren’t always sunshine and rainbows. I’ve cried more writing about the Senticousins than over the loss of certain people or relationships in my own life. Long before that, I latched onto Clive and gave him everything I felt was missing from my life as a teenager, so I could live vicariously through him. And of course, I always make my characters some flavour of queer, because for a long time this was the only outlet I got for my own feelings and identity.

It takes a lot of vulnerability to put all of this on the Internet for others to read and judge, and it’s very disheartening to see that people would rather ask a machine to spit out some easily digestible but impersonal interactions than give your work a chance.

I can guarantee there are beautiful pieces of fanwork out there that will cater to your tastes and haunt you for years in a way Character AI or Chat GPT never could. And the good news is — if you don’t find anything, it means it’s time to write it yourself!

And of course, I cannot end this post without encouraging everyone to read about the writers’ and actors’ strike currently unfolding in the US.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #felix graham de vanily #senticousins #kagami tsurugi #feligami #professor layton #clive dove #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #writers’ strike #actors’ strike #anon asks #random ramblings

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moregraceful · 1 year

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NICK COLE HUNGRY GHOSTS!!!

and @bropunzeling: i want to know about the hungry ghosts!!!

ok SO!! for friend exchange, i was poking around maddy's prompts, fruitlessly telling myself that i COULD NOT write winners room i just AM NOT SKILLED ENOUGH and i was reading articles about the canadiens. musing over maddy's prompt about how she likes ghosts and spooky shit. thinking about how montreal has some next level mythology and idolatry of their team. and i read something about the ghosts of the old forum who help the habs win and how people don't think they followed the team of the bell centre. and i thought, what if the ghosts in the bell centre were bad and that's why the habs haven't won anything in decades? i was also thinking abt the buddhist concept of hungry ghosts and landed on: what if the habs captains were haunted by a ghost that could never be exorcised and never be satisfied? what if the lineage of captaincy in the habs was not about glory or strength or how stalwart you are to the team, but of being being psychologically tortured by a ghost?

i abandoned it for friend exchange bc shit was not coming together in the time frame i had and the ending i had come up with was just not a satisfying thing to work towards. but it's another fic i open up like every two weeks, frown at thoughtfully, edit one sentence, and close again. like i do think it has a lot of potential, i just really have to sit down with it sometime and commit to figuring it out.

excerpt under the cut (literally the only good scene in the first draft):

In 1944, conscription and patriotic enlistment in Canada and the US were running their young populations dry and the hockey teams were no exception. The Rangers nearly suspended operations when they lost ten players off their roster; Detroit and Toronto did not fare much better. The Canadiens lost only a few players to the military. Rumor has it that their General Manager at the time, Tommy Gorman, found jobs in key industries for his players that would prevent them from being conscripted. Officially, the only player the Habs lost was Ken Reardon who enlisted and made it back to the Habs after the war.

Unofficially, there was Felix Lajoie.

Felix was a 21 year old forward from Trois-Rivière on a try out. He played two months with the Habs. Gorman promised once a week to sign him, stringing him along tidily while trying to drum up interest in a beleaguered press. The press were more interested in a young Maurice Richard and it was hard to get excited about a small forward from a papermill town whose most striking qualities were his smile and his gentleness, rather than his shot or heavy play.

One day before Gorman intended to hand him a contract, Canadian authorities came calling. Felix went abroad with the infantry. Two days before V-E Day, he died in Germany.

No banner was raised at the Forum, no moment of silence was held. When his should-be teammates found out, they expressed regret that Felix had not made it to the end of the war, to return home. They didn’t mourn. Felix, they all agreed, was a good kid with a bright future and it was a shame to see his life cut short. But it was no great loss to the team. He wasn’t around long and they mostly remembered him for his happiness and his gratitude to be able to play in the NHL.

The Habs won a cup directly following the war. The ghosts of the Forum nudged the team along, helping in their strange silent ways and as life returned to normal in Montreal, the team carried on. Felix was very quickly lost to memory.

Until Bill Dornan, Vezina-winning goalkeeper for the Habs for 7 years and captain for half of one season, turned to Émile Bouchard one morning after practice and said, “I can’t fucking take it anymore. You deal with him. I’m not cut out for this.”

The ghost of Felix was neither gentle nor sweet. He haunted every captain from Dornan all the way through Weber, making their voices echo in crowded rooms, and hissing with dark eyes from behind the goalposts. He’d whistle in the showers if a captain was alone, long angry pitches that seemed to bounce off the tile and flourish in the steam. He’d stand behind the worst media member in any given scrum and make faces while tearing off his own skin.

No one else could see him and the captains were smart enough not to tell anyone but each other. He held the breath of every captain from Dornan to Pacioretty and maybe everyone talked about the burden of being the captain of the Habs in terms of having a hockey-mad city weigh down on you with a media bullpen rooting for you to bleed, but all the captains knew that the true trial was surviving Felix.

No one survived Felix. If it wasn’t a nervous breakdown, it was an injury, and if it wasn’t that, it was a trade, and when Max Paccioretty found out he was traded to Vegas, his first call was to Shea Weber. “You’re in for a lot of shit,” he said to Shea. “Good luck.”

All hockey players carry some moderately unhealthy superstition with them, but Habs captains carried a ghost. And it wasn’t for lack of trying that he’d stuck around; many had tried exorcizing him and all had tried appeasing him. But there was no way to call a priest into the Forum to exorcize a ghost no one else could see and Felix would not be placated with gifts. He would pull out his tongue and throw it on the ground and touch a man’s teeth with his ghostly fingers when they tried.

Shea didn’t know how men had handled it for six, seven years. Retiring due to an injury was a blessing in disguise; though he hated to lose what he loved, it would be a relief not to walk into Bell Centre and feel the weight of Felix bear down on him.

When he told Bergevin mid-season that this would probably be his last, Bergevin took it in stride. “Who will replace you?” he said. He didn’t know about the ghost, but he knew there were secrets Habs captains kept to themselves. He’d pried into the story, of course, but they never said.

“Suzuki,” said Shea. “He’s the one who can handle it.”

#cage replies #postoperation #crimescene #bropunzeling #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

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leiflitter · 27 days

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hey! I just wanna start by saying I absolutely love yah/yah2 - u are by far one of my favorite authors I’ve come across on ao3! I was also wondering if u would ever add another chapter to Hang Me Up to Dry? I really enjoyed that fic and was just curious if you’d ever add onto it. thanks again for creating some of my favorite works :^)

I'm honestly not sure! Most of my lil one-shotty things were before YAH chokeslammed me into the ground. I might, if the mood strikes me, but right now the middle aged men will not take mercy upon my soul.

It's absolutely Felix's fault, tbh, he's a demanding slut who needs to calm the fuck down.

#you're almost home #leiflitter answers

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misosick · 2 years

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dirty little secret - let me know that i've done wrong | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn chapter warnings: an actual argument, scheming!skz word count: 1k-ish

author notes: hohohohohohoh redemption arc time??? is it too soon to tell????? what's next??? find out in the next chapter dropping in abt 2 hours lol. as always feedback is appreciated but not necessary~

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“Hey…” Bang Chan spoke to you softly for the first time since you started at JYP. It’s not even malicious, and it throws you off. He sounds like he’s realised he’s done something wrong, but you can’t figure out why he’s come to find you. He fights the urge to wipe the stray tears falling from your face as you move to do it yourself.

“What do you want, Bang Chan? You usually can’t wait for me to leave.” You cringe a bit at how harsh it sounded. At least you could blame it on the alcohol in the morning, right?

“What you said, you didn’t mean it right? When you said you moved because of me? That you thought I didn’t want you in my life? That we were a waste of time? You didn’t mean that right?” He searches your face for some kind of confirmation of his statements, that you were at least lying a little bit. It’s false hope, he knows it’s false hope, but it’s all he has at this point.

“You heard me, Bang Chan. I’ve never lied in my life, you know that. Or, at least, you knew that. I’m not sure what you know about me now. Not a lot, it seems.” You retort. It feels weird being the snarky one in comparison to him, but you’re still not sure what he’s doing in here.

“Stop calling me Bang Chan. You never called me Bang Chan. You know me Y/N, why are you acting so strange? Like you’ve never met me?”

“Because I don’t know who you are! I just met you! You’ve been treating me like the shit on the bottom of your shoe for the last two months and you expect me to go back to being best fucking mates with you?! Have a rest, you’re the one who ended things because you were too immature to deal with your shit, and clearly you haven’t fucking changed. Get out of my kitchen before I do someth-“

“Y/N stop!” your hushed rant is cut off by a pair of hands gripping your shoulders. Before you can even register what’s going on, Bang Chan has already replaced the distance between you, as he paces the kitchen trying to think about what to say next. Honestly, you feel a little bad, but you can’t let up on your façade now.

“Look, I’m sorry. I fucked up. Big time. I realise that now. I also fucked up when you started working with us. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you. The boys have been giving me shit about it as well, they think you’re great and I jus– can we start over?” You watch him rub the bridge of his nose before sticking his hand out in truce. You look at his face, checking for any hidden intent, and shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Chan.”

The weeks following that night feel like a fever dream. You can’t remember the last time Chan commented on your management skills, or on your character. He’s even asked you to preview some new music to be released as part of the SKZ-PLAYER project. You hate to say it, but you can see yourself becoming friends with him again; not to the point of calling him Chris again, but Chan works for now. The rest of the members have noticed how the atmosphere between the two of you has softened, and they certainly have their theories as to what happened in the kitchen.

Not having to walk on eggshells around Chan is making it easier to get close with the rest of the boys, especially Felix and Jisung. The three of you in a room together is a disaster waiting to happen, yet somehow it never strikes. You easily consider Felix one of your best friends and perhaps even a confidant of sorts. Felix hasn’t been made privy to your history with Chan yet, but you did consider it once after a particularly raucous board games night. You were about to do it until you were distracted by Minho and Seungmin chasing each other around the dorm after a particularly difficult game of Catan (Fun Fact: Minho is a sore loser).

Jisung, on the other hand… he is attractive, and after getting to know him, you’ve begun to become even more attracted to his personality. He was kind, caring, very extroverted, just a great person to be around. You certainly wouldn’t ever consider going there with him, especially not with your current occupation as his manager, but you can’t deny he’s someone you want to be around all the time. It doesn’t help that his hugs are amazing, and that you get at least one a day. You want to get closer to him, but someone keeps interrupting your conversations. Apparently, the leader needs the manager’s approval for a lot, and apparently that required spending hours upon hours with him in either your office or his studio.

“Seriously, they’ve spent every single night in Y/N’s office or the studio for the last two weeks. You can’t convince me something isn’t happening there!” Jeongin exclaims to the members after Chan fails to follow them back to the dorm, yet again, in favour of ‘going over a few things’ with you. The rest of the members nod in agreement, making comments about other things they’ve seen.

“I know, have you seen how Chan hyung looks at me every time I try talk to Y/N? Then, he suddenly needs her for something and whisks her away. I was telling her about Kingdom, I couldn’t even brag about our Pray performance!” Throwing his arms up in the air and his body back against the couch, Jisung huffs loudly. He’s just trying to make a friend, what’s wrong with that?

“Look, it’s obvious they have a thing for each other, which is surprising considering Chan hyung wanted to rip her head off for the first two months she worked here but I digress. We need a plan to get them to confess to each other. I think first we talk to them separately, then force them to see each other outside of work. Unless anyone has any better ideas?” Minho gestures wildly to drive the point home. The silent nodding gives Minho the green light to explain his plan.

“Felix, you’re close with Y/N, right? Maybe you could take her out for coffee or something and talk to her about it, while we talk to Chan hyung back here. If she gets suspicious, just say that the rest of us are busy and nominated you to treat her for all their hard work. It checks out, other groups do it for their managers all the time.” Minho explains further, while the members just nod along.

“Sounds good to me, hyung. When should I ask Y/N?” Felix already has his phone in hand, ready to text you at the drop of a hat.

“Wednesday at practice, she’s with Chan hyung right now, he can’t know. Right now, I’m hungry, anyone else hungry? My treat!”

#chris bang #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #dirty little secret

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whenimgoodandready · 1 year

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🎶I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, Down in my heart (where?), Down in my heart (where?), Down in my heart, I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, Down in my heart (where?), Down in my heart to stay🎶 ✨Joy! Joy! Happiness!✨It’s the best feeling ever! It’s what made Rose immune to Guiltrips powers and be chosen as the holder of Daizzi, The Kwami of the Pig Miraculous, to be Pigella and spread the love of positivity to save her girlfriend Juleka! It’s such a cute power, how could a good power like that be used for evil? Is it possible? Let’s see:

*Jubilation-Marinette was jogging (good for her, it’s nice to see her doing something to stay in shape what with being Ladybug and all and also outside of fashion) when she sees Principal Damocles The Owl, wait, this guy is still doing cosplay!? Sh*t! Didn’t he learn nothing from last time!? (“The Dark Owl”) Guess not!😒 How disappointing. So then Ladybug comes in to-WAIT! (record scratch) That is not Ladybug!

Is that-Is that who I think it is!? (GASP!) OMG! IT’S BRIDGETTE! (Squee) I DON’T BELIEVE IT! IT’S ACTUALLY HER! I KNEW WE’D BE SEEING HER-SOQUELINE!? (record scratch). Huh, well how ‘bout that!? This little Marinette doppelgänger was a former classmate of hers and now she’s LARPing too! Marinette doesn’t take kindly to this (even if Soqueline means well) so she harshly tells both Damocles and Soqueline to quit playing “make believe” and just be normal!

This of course saddens Damocles and he’s akumatized as Dark(er) Owl again, but with the power of The Pig Miraculous that brings happiness to its target. Hmmmm, a frightening Batman-esque villain with a power that brings joy…….how’s that gonna be effective? You’d be surprised! Cuz I think this ep gave us a foreshadowing on the series finale😉. It’s a common tactic villains use to mess with the heroes, magically putting them in a dream like world where everything’s perfect and they’re happy and it all goes according to plan to distract them from a bigger scheme they’re doing and then eventually the heroes realize its all fake, wake up and kick some a**. THAT’S how effective the power of happiness can be used for evil!

I’m impressed with Marinette here. She’s serious about quitting cold turkey on love and has really shelved Adrien and dating all together to focus on more important things in life. She’s still gushing about him, yes, but at least it’s subtle and I’m very proud of her for that. What I’m not so proud of is Damocles being a bird brain over here! The heroes told him not to go “dress up” and save the day cuz he doesn’t have powers like them and could seriously get hurt or worse, but Noooooo! He didn’t listen! :P. Btw, I’m not hating on cosplayers here, I’m just saying he should’ve called the authorities to help instead of doing dangerous things himself like saving cats from high structures. Marinette didn’t mean to be harsh to tell both her principal and friend about playing pretend, but she (secretly) knows first hand what it’s like to take big risks and have a horrible outcome from it (Shadow Moth’s Final Attack Part 1:”Risk”/Part 2:”Strike Back”). False alarm, it’s not Bridgette, it’s just some other girl who vaguely looks like Marinette and runs an arts and crafts shop. For those who don’t know, “Bridgette” was the fan nickname we gave PV Ladybug Marinette cuz since Felix from the PV was retooled as Adrien to be Cat Noir and then later brought back cuz of popular demand (in a disappointing manner), we didn’t want people confusing the two Marinettes cuz her name stayed the same, so PV Ladybug Marinette was fanly nicknamed “Bridgette”. Should’ve known, Bridgette wore shorts and had an ahoge that looked like it was alive and would form into a heart and Soqueline wears glasses and pants. Whether this was their way of bringing “Bridgette” into the show or not, Soqueline seems nice and was only impersonating Ladybug in the hopes of being recruited as a super. We were lucky she knew gymnastics and Taekwondo, otherwise, this would’ve been a disaster for both her and Damocles. I’ve heard people saying they don’t like Gabe/Monarchs new look, and yeah, it’s stupid. His new civilian outfit makes him look like a giant Q-tip and his new villain outfit makes him look like a “giant purple condom”! Bleh! And this guys supposed to be a fashion designer!? We got a more look into the alliance rings and they’re basically a Siri-like gizmo that also works like an smart phone using a digital version of either Adrien or Lila (and specialized for Gabe, Emilie) as a guide. Marinette was almost exposed as Ladybug when she borrowed Soquelines cuz the ring tracked her every route during her crime fighting and that’s why Gabe made those things! Don! Don! Don! Luckily, he thought it was Soqueline, so Marinette stays clear of those rings and Adrien doesn’t give a sh*t about them too cuz since he’s quit modeling, he’s now an everyday Joe playing video games in his jammie’s and leaving junk food everywhere (are they making fun of us Americans!?). Adrien, sweetie, it’s great you gave up modeling at long last, but please, GET A HOBBY! It kinda sucks that even though he quit, there’s a digital version of him still representing the Agreste brand so it’s not like Adrien “quit quit”, cuz it’s still his face modeling! Gabe needs to hire a new teen male model (when he’s not busy being a villain) Seriously! The Kwamies imprisonment is worse than we thought, Monarch’s using the newly redesigned miraculous rings as a fuse source by attaching his rings to their inescapable glass containers, transferring the powers onto anyone who bought an alliance ring to be akumatized with so the hero’s won’t be able to figure out where the miraculous is and dispensing food for the Kwamies to regain energy like they were hamsters! Poor things. What was the “happy” moment Darker Owl made them see? Weeeeeeell, they defeated Monarch by finding A BUSINESS CARD! XD, locating him through the address on it, doing a double single punch on him, saving Paris, falling in love, getting married with every superhero and celebrity in the show and having not 3, but 4 kids and becoming the new Incredibles! Cute. At least, it would’ve if it didn’t happen in a cheesy way.

#miraculous ladybug #jubilation

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ericssmile · 3 years

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burnt brownies || felix.l

pairing: Lee Felix x reader

warnings: uhh... almost burning the house down? And maybe some swearing? Idk; this was also kind of rushed hence why the ending is shit

genre: fluff... just a giant amount of fluff.

author: @ericssmile

word count: 2.5k

A/N: I had something else written like... halfway through this bUT GOOGLE FUCKING DOCS CRASHED AND NEVER SAVED THE DAMN THING! So if its shit and doesn't make sense... thats why. Also HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY FELIX!!

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“Dude I don’t think these measurements are right..” Chris turns to you with concern on his face, nervous laughter passing though his lips.

You laugh quietly and walk over to him. You noticed the big silver bowl that's usually used by Stray Kid’s resident baker, Felix -your boyfriend- filled with what's supposed to be a brownie batter. But in all honesty, it just looks like someone who’s lactose intolerant had literally spewed from their rear into the bowl. It was so runny.

“Oh my god Chan.” You chuckle, taking the measuring cups out of the elders hand and putting it into the bag of flour. “Whenever something doesn’t look right, if it's too dry, add more liquid. But if it’s too runny, like this batter,” You take your hand out of the flour bag, evening it out onto the cup, making sure it was the right amount and plop it into the bowl. “Just add more dry mixture to it.” You point to the bowl. “Try it now.”

Chan nods his head and starts mixing the brownie batter, a smile on his face as he notices the drastic change. It was no longer a runny mess! “It worked!” Chan exclaimed with excitement. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

Once the mixture had looked smooth enough, you and Chan had placed it into a baking tray, making sure that the baking paper was on properly beforehand. You scraped the bowl of an excess mixture and spread it evenly in the tray. The temptation to lick the spatula of the sweet, delicious mixture was very hard to ignore, but somehow you managed.

It felt weird baking with someone who wasn’t Felix. To you, it was a domestic activity that the two of you enjoyed, making memories and just having fun with it. But, since it was his birthday, you wanted to surprise him by making him his favourite treat. Putting every ounce of love that you had for that precious boy into it. And Chan was there to help of course.

“How long do we put it in the oven for?” Chan asked.

You pursed your lips and scrunched your eyebrows in thought. “I'm pretty sure it's roughly around 20 to 25 minutes.” You watch as Chan set the timer on the oven, hearing a faint ticking sound once done. “We’ll just make sure to keep an eye on it every now and then, just to be sure.” Chan nods.

It was early in the morning, and the day before had been Jisung’s birthday. Every year that Felix and Jisung had known each other, they always headed up to the top of the building and sat and watched the stars, just sharing the moment between one another. And once the clock strikes midnight on the 15th of September, Jisung and Felix hi-five one another and Jisung says “Birthday Pass.” Felix would always talk to you about it. Told you how pretty the stars were.

You always tried to be cheesy with him when he says that. Saying how the stars were pretty, but he was more beautiful than any star in the night sky. He denies it every time, but you promise him that you’re telling nothing but the truth. And it is true. He’s the most beautiful boy that you have ever met. He had eyes that held the entire galaxy in them and sparkled each and every time he talked about something that he had so much passion for; he had a smile that always brightens up the room whenever he walks into it; and his freckles. His freckles that you just love to admire and tell him everyday just how much you love them on him.

“Did you write that letter for him?” The sound of Chan’s voice brought you back to reality. It took you a second to realise what he asked but soon nodded your head at his question.

“Of course I did.” You smile bashfully. “It’s there on the table if you want to read it.” Chan smiles back, but shakes his head at your offer.

“I’m sure Lix will show me after. I want him to read it first.” You nod your head at his response, and soon yawn. Man, who would’ve thought baking could take so much energy out of you.

“Wake me when the brownies are done.”

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The sound of the smoke alarm going off startled you awake from your power nap, almost falling off of the couch. Your heart was pounding. The kitchen was on the verge of being swarmed in smoke. “Fuck!” You cried out, running into the kitchen and towards the oven. You find the oven mits, opening the oven, your face instantly being met with too much smoke and on the verge of having a coughing fit.. “God dammit Christopher.”

You close the oven door and rip off the oven mits as soon as you place the tray down on the bench. And just as you thought. The brownies were burnt to a crisp. A sad sigh escaped past your lips. The one time you bake with someone else and it all goes to shit. Reminder to self: never bake with Chan. Ever. Again.

The sound of feet stomping filled your ears, hearing it getting louder and louder and then.. It stopped. A gasp came from the foot stomper at the sight of the smoke -that was now clearing away little by little- “The brownies! Y/N I'm sorry! I forgot!” The voice shrieked as he got closer to the now charcoaled brownies and sighed sadly. “I take full responsibility for this.” Chan says, placing his hands on his hips. “I was on my computer doing some stuff and had my headphones on.”

“It’s alright. At least we tried.” You laugh, placing a comforting hand on Chan’s shoulder.

“The hell happened here?” The sound of Felix’s voice caught you by surprise. And here you had hoped to hide the burnt brownies in time. You nervously laugh, running your hand through your hair as you try to come up with an excuse as to why the kitchen smells burnt.

Just as you come up with an excuse, Chan beats you to it. “Y/N and I wanted to surprise you with birthday brownies but uh,” he chuckles “they kinda got burnt.”

“I can see that.” Felix laughs, walking into the kitchen to get a look at the brownies just to see how burnt they were. You watched him closely. And once he got a look at the brownies, his eyes widened in shock. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding.”

“Never again am I baking.” Chan exclaims, holding his hands in the air in a surrendering motion. It was probably for the best that he stays away from anything baking. He’s good at making music. He should stick to that instead.

You sigh and walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and pat it in a joking manner. “You should really just stick to your day… or night job-whatever it is, just stick to music.” You bellow out a laugh as he glares at you and playfully brushes your hand off of his shoulder.

“If you’re done bullying me, I’m going to go back and finish doing what I was doing before I let the kitchen almost set on fire.” he huffs, walking out of the kitchen, soon smiling as he wishes Felix a happy birthday. Felix gives him a hug and thanks him, soon turning his full, undivided attention on to you. And the way he's looking at you is giving you all these butterflies, reminding you back when he first asked you out on a date. His smile is as bright as the sun, being the literal definition of sunshine.

He slowly walks towards you with that damn smile on his face, feeling your own smile automatically make its way onto your face. The feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist makes you feel warm and safe. The feeling of being home.

Wrapping your arms lightly around his neck, you lean up and place a gentle kiss on his cheek where his freckles were. He giggles softly, bringing a finger to your nose and boops you.

“I was hoping to give you brownies for once on your birthday.” You pout as you run your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. He just smiles and places a gentle kiss on your nose, this thumbs rubbing small circles on your hip; it was his way of saying he appreciated the thought.

“It’s alright beautiful. It’s the thought that counts right?’ He shrugs, fingers poking your side slightly.

You smile and nod your head. And in that moment, it felt like it was just you two. No one else. No one to intervene. Nothing to get in the way. Just you two in each others arms.

You let out a slight gasp, remembering the letter that you had written for him. He was surprised at the sound, and had to reluctantly let you out of his grasp so you could head towards the table where the said letter laid. You picked it up and smiled nervously, heading back to the birthday boy. Once in front of him, you held out your hands towards him, waiting for him to take the letter from your grasp.

He tilts his head to the side like a cute puppy, but smiles as he gladly takes the envelope from your hands. You watched as he looked down at his name, written in fine, black ink in your handwriting that he loved dearly. He traced his finger over each letter gently, embedding how you write his name into his head so he can cherish it forever.

“It’s uh, not much, but i hope you love it.” You had poured your heart out into that letter. Letting out every raw emotion that you felt towards him and how he makes you feel. How much you cherish him.

“If it’s from you, of course I’m going to love it.” He smiles as he makes his way towards the couch with you following behind him. He sat down first with a content sigh. You sat across from him, anxiously waiting for him to open the letter.

He smiles as he turns the envelope over, taking the letter out slowly so that he doesn’t ruin it somehow. Your fingers were playing with the hem of your sweater, teeth nibbling on your lip every now and then, anticipating how Felix will feel after he reads that letter.

He clears his throat as he unfolds the paper and reads:

“To my bright sunshine,

My Felix. My Yongbok. Oh how I am so thankful for this day, as it is the day where we celebrate the life of you. September 15th is my favourite day, all because you were born. I thank God everyday for the fact that he’s brought you into my life. Because without you, it wouldn't be as bright.

I look forward to every morning, waking up to see your usual “Good morning my starlight” text messages. But seeing you in person is even better because i get to stare at your beautiful face all day and admire you up close.

I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you. You always know how to make me smile; my shoulder to cry on when I need to vent; my safe haven. I love that smile of yours that always brightens up every room that you walk into. You are quite literally my own personal sunshine. Always brightening up my days and motivating me to get out and do something, even if it's just for a few minutes or so. I love how much emotion your eyes show; to me they hold the entire galaxy in them. No star in the sky could compare to how beautiful those brown beauties of yours are. You are my everything and I can’t believe I get the chance to call you mine. I love everything about you, from your freckles to your tiny hands,”

“Hey!” he pouts but soon smiles after hearing you giggle.

“I’m sorry! Just keep reading please!”

He shakes his head, and huffs as he continues to read:

“I love how selfless you are; making sure to check in on me and your members. And your brownies. Don’t ever stop making those delicious, gooey treats. Your friends and I, we really do appreciate all that you do for us. When it comes to your down days, all i want to do is cover you in a blanket and cuddle you until you feel better. Seeing you sad and upset makes me sad and upset. Because you deserve all the good in the world Lix. You are one of a kind.

And Stay. Your beautiful fans. They love you so much. I can tell how much you love and appreciate them, just as much as they do for you too. I’m sure they’d be on the same boat as me when I say that no matter what you do or where you go in life, I’m always going to be right there beside you, cheering you on. Cause all I want for you is to be happy.

I love you Felix. And I will love you until the very end.

With love,

Your Starlight.”

You hear him sniffle causing you to move closer to him, bringing your thumb to his cheek and wiping away his tears. He nestles his cheek into your hand, bringing his free one that wasn’t holding onto the letter to hold onto your hand.

For the first few minutes, the two of you had sat in silence. Felix read over the letter every now and again, a soft, adoring smile on his face. God how he loved you. You were absolutely everything to him. To him, you were his guardian angel. Always there for him when he needs you most. He would drop whatever he was doing just to be by your side just like you would for him.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he places a soft kiss along your knuckles. His eyes were closed, but you knew that he was just savoring the moment. “Thank you for your beautiful words.” he whispers, opening his eyes to stare into yours. “I am going to cherish this, just like how I cherish you.” You smile at his words, leaning in to kiss his lips. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he wraps his arms around you, bringing you onto his lap just so that he could hold you close to him. Breaking away from the kiss, you lean your forehead against his, bringing a finger to his nose and booping him just like he did to you earlier.

Sometimes you don’t need extravagant gifts on your birthday. Just having someone that you love dearly is just as much a precious gift as anything. Even if they do almost burn the kitchen down making you a sweet for your birthday.

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butwhatifidothis · 3 years

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Shortened Lifespan: Edelgard vs Lysithea

Now, technically, I’ve already made a post like this before, but I wanted it to be it’s own thing (brought about by a mutual tagging a post of mine and me wanting to go more into depth with it lol).

It’s been very widely accepted by the fandom that Edelgard and Lysithea both go through the expectation of living a shortened life due to the blood experiments done to them, with this partly being used as part of the defense/reasoning for Edelgard going to war instead of doing something more peaceful. She thinks she’s on a timer, like Lysithea, so she hard-starts change to work around her short-lived clock. Makes sense, on the surface.

But like I’ve mentioned on here before, I personally just can’t buy it. Nothing besides the immediate connection of “Edelgard and Lysithea both went through experimentation” suggests that Edelgard has the same shortened lifespan that Lysithea is suffering through.

More under the cut

One thing that immediately stands out, to me, are the differences between their stat spreads and growths (focusing on stats on this post).

Here are Edelgard’s (note: Statues not applied - add five to the stats if you want the true max values):

They are extremely good, especially for a default armor unit. Str and especially Mag are very high, average Dex and Spd (though notably good for an armor unit), good Def, amazing Charm. Her Luck and Res are the only things that are even kinda bad - it’d more accurate to say they’re below average, tho again, 47 Res on an armor unit is fairly high. In fact, of the units that lean towards armor, Edelgard has the highest Res, and even beats out some units that aren’t armor-leaning such as Claude and Felix. Even her seemingly low HP (for an armor) is mitigated by the fact that it’s still some of the highest for a female unit overall (the fifth highest, beat out by Petra, Rhea, Manuela, and Hilda)

What are Lysithea’s, in contrast? (blacked out everyone above her for easier reading):

...Uh. Yeah. In contrast to Edelgard’s far more even spread, Lysithea’s are skewed to fuck. The best Mag in the game and the second highest Dex (losing only to Claude’s 89), and some nice Spd, sure, but everything else takes an extremely large hit. 48 HP is the lowest in the game, pitiful Str and Def, and mediocre Luck, Res, and Charm. This girl is held together by toothpicks, Elmer’s glue, and God’s mercy.

So right off the bat, there’s a huge difference between the two of them in this regard, but I decided to go even further; just how off are Lysithea’s stats, actually? Some things make sense, like low Str and Def, so how different is she compared to others in her class type (magic users).

The magic users of the following factions have the Str stat underlined. First, BE:

BL:

GD:

CoS:

From what we can see, 30 Str isn’t actually out of the norm for a female magic user. The outliers are Rhea and Manuela with their Str in the low 50′s being not just the highest of the women, but of all the main magic users period, though part of that could be contributed to their age (vs Hanneman who is both older - in terms of physical age at least - and who does not focus on physical strength like someone like Gilbert) (Rhea being an older Nabatean could also attribute to this - notice Seteth’s stat spread which also has notably high Mag for a Wyvern Rider unit and Flayn’s, who is younger and who also had only recently woken from a centuries long sleep that she fell into after nearly dying, more odd spread). Following them for the women is Annette, who as we know lugs around a giant axe (Crusher’s weight is 11, making it heavier than most swords and bows and a good few lances - fun fact, it’s heavier than Areadbhar!) which likely lends to her having above average Str for her gender and unit type combination

Now, here’s the fun part: let’s look at the same unit’s Res stats

BE:

BL:

GD:

CoS:

Here’s where an interesting pattern shows up that’s fairly consistent: if a magic unit has bad Str, they have good/great Res to compensate, and vice versa. Annette’s above average Str (remember, for what she is) coincides with her bad Res, same as Manuela’s, and all the magic units with their ass Str have at least a respectable Res to go along with it. The only ones who break this rule are Rhea, due to her Str and Mag being fairly even with a lean towards magic (and also not being playable lol)... and Lysithea. Who has both a shit Str and shit Res stat. Even amongst her magical peers, Lysithea still stands out as particularly fragile and physically weak.

HOWEVER

Do note, for all of the above in terms of going over stats, that they aren’t necessarily the best indicator of anything in particular when it comes to a character; there is no version of me in the multiverse that will ever believe Manuela is stronger than Rhea or that Lorenz has the same amount of stamina as Dimitri, for example. But it is something to note when looking at Edelgard and Lysithea, due to them going through the same experiments and yet one is very clearly doing better in terms of damn near everything and the other very clearly lagging behind in damn near everything

Moving on, we have their Banes and Boons. Edelgard’s Boons are Axes, Swords, Heavy Armor, and Authority, with Banes in Faith and Bows. Of note, Edelgard will say in a Study Request that she believes it is her specifically having two Crests that allows her to be able to shrug on armor like it’s nothing, and her defaulting to an armor class with an axe as her default weapon makes her the literal heaviest she could theoretically be. On top of that, her Banes point to nothing about her physical health hindering her ability to do physically laborious feats.

Lysithea, on the other hand, has Boons in Faith, Reason, and Authority, with Banes in Swords, Lances, Axes, Heavy Armor, as well as Clearing Rubble as a Group Task activity. She has a budding talent in Swords - the lightest of the weapons she’s bad at and some of the lightest weapons in the game - that gives her access to a Combat Art that lets her use something other than Str to give Mt to her sword-based attack. Lysithea, in terms of Banes and Boons when compared to Edelgard (or anyone, really), is very clearly unable to do physically demanding things very well - it’s something she’s actively bad at doing and is a consistent fact about her that crops up in not just her stats and Banes and Boons, but also her supports. Edelgard’s situation is the same.

Edelgard has her supports with Ferdinand, as well as Ferdinand’s supports with Byleth, that showcase her being exceptionally good at combat in terms of physical fighting (as in, no magic, and having a talent in doing feats that would require a good amount of stamina). She beats Ferdinand in combat with one strike, and she is able to take on a Demonic Beast by herself while still fresh in the academy. There are no mentions of her being winded or tired from fighting, and she is more than once praised for her battle prowess.

Lysithea, meanwhile, has at least three supports (Byleth, Lorenz, Cyril) that indicate less than stellar stamina, health, and strength (she straight up faints in Byleth’s supports). While characters looking out for her health can maybe be somewhat attributed to her being one of the youngest students in the cast, the difference between and, say, Cyril, who’s even younger than her, is that she genuinely shows signs of ill health when she pushes herself too far, vs Cyril who is fine even with how much he works. When talking about her prowess in battle it is only ever in regards to her magical capabilities, not anything else, and she is seen constantly working on those capabilities.

And then lastly, there are their endings.

Edelgard has no endings that mention needing to be rid of her Crests - save one, which will be looked at in a bit. In particular, she has an ending with Hubert that indicates she lives on to her “later years,” which is usually attributed to a fairly old age. It is not, in this case, referring to Edelgard’s specific later years (for example, a person who lives to 30 can say their mid-twenties was the later years of their life), because it specifically says that she and Hubert live to their later years, which more likely points towards a longer life.

Lysithea in contrast has multiple endings that either has her and/or her lover actively looking for means to get rid of Lysithea’s Crests, or explicitly say that she dies young. There’s... not much more to add to that lmao

But! There is one ending with Edelgard that mentions her getting rid of her Crests, and it even says they restore her lost time! That’s proof positive, isn’t it?

Well, funnily enough, this is her ending with Lysithea that mentions this, and it... appears to be straight up incorrectly translated. As has been pointed out by others, the JPN ending doesn’t specifically mention restoring their lifespans, it simply says Edelgard and Lysithea “discovered a way to exchange the crest’s power for the restoration of a lost lifespan.” While, if we look at the surface level “Edelgard and Lysithea both had Crests implanted into them” similarity, it makes sense to attribute this restoration to the both of them, looking at everything else leans towards this statement mostly being for Lysithea. Which, given that this is the only ending - or really, the only place period - Edelgard has that even mentions her wanting to be rid of her Crest, let alone actively working towards it, it makes sense that this isn’t for her.

Now, all of the above isn’t directly pointing towards anything - it’s a lot of speculation, since nothing about Edelgard herself having a short life is ever explicitly said in the game. But when looking at all of the differences between Lysithea and Edelgard, when looking at how badly Lysithea stacks against everyone else vs how amazing Edelgard stacks, at how often dying young is mentioned with Lysithea vs Edelgard, at how much Lysithea focuses on her lifespan vs Edelgard, I personally just can’t believe that they’re similarly afflicted with a shortened life.

There’s almost nothing in the game to suggest that other than the one thing they have in common, which is the experiments themselves - if they do, then Edelgard simply doesn’t care as much about it as Lysithea, and/or it isn’t nearly to the extent of Lysithea, to the point where she feels no need to mention it anywhere. And this is the same character that brings up her ten dead siblings in the first support with the player character, so something as big as “oh yeah and I’m going to die relatively soon and young” feels like something she would similarly mention as something one should know about her, which she doesn’t. This seems, to me, to be just a popular fan theory that isn’t really all that supported in the game itself.

#Lysithea #Lysithea (fire emblem)#Edelgard #Edelgard (Fire Emblem)#exqueuese me princess #can this be considered meta?#to be 100% clear: this is my opinion based on what's in the game #all good if you don't agree!

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 4 months

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NEW CAMP HERMIT WE HIT 100K WORDS!!!!

holy shit. i have never written anything this long before. holy shit. im a little bit in shock??? this is so cool to me alksdjflksdjflksdjflksdj

#author felix strikes again #camp hermit au #mentioned xisuma #eret #katherine elizabeth #owengejuicetv #ggacho #tubbo #krowfang #watermunch #mentioned ethoslab #slimecicle

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m0therofp3arl · 6 months

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NEW CHAPTER OF ROBERT AEOR HIGH OUT NOW!!! thats right its the penultimate chapter,, the next is the LAST ONE and then the fic is DONE!!! FOREVER.

i hope you guys enjoy this one, it was insanely fun to write and i really enjoyed writing jimmy's part at the end in particular. enjoy the fic besties <3

#AUTHOR FELIX STRIKES AGAIN #robert aeor high au #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #zombiecleo #mentioned martyn inthelittlewood #grian #fic #fanfic #mcytblr #trafficblr #the life series #mcyt

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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Requests are open again? Hell yeah!~ Could you write David, Felix, and Nea's reaction to getting pallet/flashlight saved by their crush? I can't get enough of your writing, it's too good!! 😭😭

We're their meme lord in shining armour! Click click!

David King

David was rough around the edges. He knew this, and didn't mind that the other's kept their distance from him at camp. He did what was necessary to protect the others in trails, and they did the same for him. David was alright with this arrangement.

Then you came around and fucked it all up.

Don't get him wrong, he likes you. A lot. You're completely unafraid of the killers, worryingly so, and you always jumped at the first opportunity to protect your friends. David respected you immensely, and that quickly turned to an out-of-control infatuation

It was inevitable that he'd get in trouble with a killer with you in the same trial. A part of him was dreading you getting yourself hurt for his sake, and another was relieved that you would have his back

As he was being carried to a hook, you suddenly sprinted in the killer's way, flashlight in hand

"Hey ASSHOLE!"

...AARRGHH!!!

David was immediately dropped as the killer recoiled in shock. He puts as much distance between him and the killer as possible, not wanting your efforts to go to waste. Looking over his shoulder, he watches you click your flashlight at the killer, baiting them to attack before effortlessly dodging out of the way. You smirk as you catch his eye, laughing manically as you blind the killer once more

This isn't the first time David had felt something like this, but God damn it, it was the first time he's ever felt it this intensely. If this isn't love, then what is it..?

Felix Richter

Felix was fucking tired. All this killing and dying... the never-ending cycle of suffering... it's too much... He can't bare it. Not anymore. Not alone...

But... he wasn't alone. There were others here, and despite his efforts to isolate himself, many of the other survivors managed to worm their way past his defenses and into his comfort zone. You certainly were one of the special few that got too close for comfort

You always tried to have his back, no matter how hard he tried to push you away. Even if he was distant and cold, Felix had your back when it counted, too

Another trial, another time he's downed and being dragged off to a hook. Before he's even had much of a chance to struggle, the killer stiffens and freezes, before a familiar voice calls out from behind him

"HEY UGLY!"

The killer shouts and clumsily drops Felix, the latter just barely able to land on his feet and start running for his life. Against his better judgment, Felix throws a cautious glance over his shoulder, nearly tripping over his own feet as he watches you blind the killer for the second time in a row, running behind them as they blindly stumble and strike at thin air.

You were fucking nuts, but Felix would be lying if he said that his respect for you didn't grow two-fold every time you did something batshit insane like that

Nea Karlsson

Nea was used to being the one throwing hands with the killers. She never liked assholes thinking they had some sort of authority over her, and these jerks sure as hell wasn't an exception to her rule

Blinding killers, stunning them with pallets, giving them the run around, and being an all-around nuisance was Nea's game plan, and it was something that you fit perfectly into

You were one hell of a team, and the killers quickly learned to dread seeing the two of you together in trials. They quickly attempted to adapt by tunneling one of the two of you, but it never works as intended. If anything, it only makes you try even harder to be a pain in the ass

With Nea downed and being carried off, you immediately jump into action. There's no way in hell you would let anything happen to your new friend, especially since you had this flashlight in your hand..!

whistles "HEY! YOU! Now you see me..!"

..UGH!

"...now you don't! RUN NEA!!!" You couldn't stop the flustered, excited giggles from exploding from your lips as you sprinted away from the now infuriated killer. Just as the killer nearly caught up with you, Nea was able to sneak around them and yank a nearby pallet down on top of their heads just as you blinded them once more.

Screams of rage and frustration rang out across the trail, alongside your and Nea's breathless laughter and squealing in excitement. There was something about finding a fellow troublemaker that made Nea's heart soar with delight. She hoped that she had more trials with you yet

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd david king #dbd felix richter #dbd nea karlsson

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mommymooze · 3 years

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Passing the Test

Felix x Reader

Sitting on your bed with your back leaning against the wall, you read aloud the section of the materials you are studying. “Battalions can be hired from the Knights Guild. You must have a certain authority level in order to lead a battalion. The stronger the battalion, the higher the level of authority you will need to have. Having a higher level of authority will also give you additional effects when using gambits.”

The stuffed armored bear doesn’t respond, it simply sits there glaring at you with its beady little eyes.

“Thanks for that vote of confidence, Sir Fluffybutt. If I don’t get this stuff memorized for the next exam, I’m doomed!” You groan.

A knock on the door followed immediately by the entry of a certain dark haired swordsman makes you jump.

“You’re done early today.” You smile.

“There were no worthy opponents left to fight.” Felix groans.

“Once I pass this exam I promise I will let you beat me up for three days straight.“ You laugh.

“I thought you were studying with someone, I heard you talking before I got to your door.” Felix takes a seat at your table piled with more books about healing, brawling, authority and who knows what else.

“Reading out loud sometimes helps it stick in my mind better. Sir Fluffybutt was a good audience, even if he was a bit critical.” You nod towards the bear on your bed.

“Sir What?” Felix laughs, grabbing the bear leaning back on the pillows. “Yeah, he is pretty fluffy back there, he needs to work out more and tone his muscles before he becomes Mr. Fattypants.”

You pout and put your hands on your hips. “Are you trying to tell me because I am taking off two nights of sparring to study that I’m going to be a fattypants?”

“Oh No! No no no. Not at all. I find your butt to be very cute and…” Felix slaps his hand over his face because he realizes what he just said. He turns to bolt for the door, but you grab him quickly by the back of his shirt, pulling him onto the bed with you.

“Somebody thinks I’m cute? Or at least one or two parts of me?” You whisper in his ear, practically pulling him onto your lap. You can only see the back of his head from here, but his ears are a very bright red.

“Tch.” Is all Felix can manage to say as his hand tries to cover his face.

He knows better than trying to escape from your grasp. You’re a brawler and have managed to get him pinned down in more holds than he cares to remember. Your arms are completely wrapped around him squeezing him a bit in his middle.

“There’s no fluff on you, that’s for sure.” You give him a final squeeze before letting him go.

“I better let you get back to studying. Good night.” Felix is out the door before you could even say goodbye.

Two grueling days of study pass by and then it’s time for your exam. Quill in hand you write out the answers to what seems to be hundreds of questions. Byleth is excited for you as well, taking each page as you finish to grade it. You sit and wait patiently as the final page is reviewed.

“You’ve passed, congratulations to our newest War Cleric!” Byleth shakes your hand as you give a whoop of joy.

Felix can’t help himself and bursts into the room. “You passed! I knew you could do it!” He flings his arms around you for a hug, but you do him one better, grabbing him in a bearhug and spinning him around, laughing all the while.

“All right! Now let’s celebrate by having a spar or two or four!” You laugh as you slap Felix on the back and head out the door.

You put on your new battlegear, looking at the strange metal skirt around your hips. The gauntlets are nice and thick with heavy reinforcements over the knuckles, sure to help you break a few jaws here and there. Stepping into the training grounds, Sylvain is pestering Felix about something.

“Hey Sylvain!” You call out. “Tell me honestly, does this metal skirt make my ass look big?” You turn around and waggle your backside a bit.

“Nope. Looks even hotter than it was before.” Sylvain grins before he gets a punch to his shoulder that hurts like a sonofabitch. “Thanks Felix. I’m just trying to help a lady out. She did ask, you know.”

“Go away.” Felix flips his hair back out of his face as he reaches for a wooden sword.

“Probably a good idea, Sylvain. You don’t want to be caught in the crossfire. Eventually I’ll work my skills up further in healing, but I’m not ready for severed arteries quite yet.” You smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, you two think a night of fun is beating the crap out of each other. Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Sylvain gives a salute before he’s out the door.

Grabbing your wooden axe, you signal you’re ready and Felix is on the offensive. Testing out the new brawling gloves- you really like them. They protect better than the last and certainly lessen the pain of Felix’s powerful strikes. The skirt however is giving you problems. Depending on where it shifts it seems to be digging into your abdomen or pinching somewhere. After an hour of it bugging you, you’re finally fed up and throw your axe to the ground and pull your shirt up to see what’s going on. There are several blood blisters from your skin getting pinched and bitten by the damn skirt/harness/torture piece. Opening the buckles and loosening the straps and whatever other doohickeys that is holding this thing on, you step out of the skirt and examine it closely. You’re going to have to hit up the armorer tomorrow and come up with a quick fix and some adjustments to make it fight tighter.

“Can I heal you?” Felix asks softly, having seen the injuries from the metal biting into your skin. “Need to practice.”

“Oh. Of course.” You blush and sit down on a bench, leaning back and lifting your shirt a few inches.

Felix reaches out with his gloved fingers, barely touching your skin. His brow furrows as he concentrates on summoning the faith magic from deep within. He is staring at the area, watching as the skin becomes less inflamed and the small cuts and blood blisters slowly disappear.

You watch his face as he concentrates, his frown turning into a smile as he is pleased with himself for his successful healing. All you can think of is how gorgeous he looks. You feel his hands slide around your waist, pulling you up to a seated position. You close your eyes to concentrate on his fingers sliding around you, then his lips are crashing into yours and you’re pulling him closer into you, doing everything you can to keep his lips connected to yours.

Eventually, he pushes on you a little bit, making you break the kiss and gasp for air. Your foreheads are touching, his molten copper eyes feel like they are burning your skin with the intensity he is gazing upon you. He pulls you in for another kiss, sucking on then nibbling your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth and he attacks with all the ferocity he does while sparring, his tongue exploring your mouth has his hands knead your back, holding his chest to yours with a grip that is quite possessive.

You moan softly and feel his lips pull into a smile against yours. He kisses your cheek, down your jawbone and into your neck, kissing and licking it until you’re making little gasping sounds. Suddenly he stands up, pulling you by the hand to stand with him.

“Let’s go.” He smirks, pulling you along until he gets to the door. He lets go, watching to make sure you’re following him. He nearly races you to your room. As soon as you have the door open he shoves you inside, locks the door and pins you against the wall as he devours your neck and throat. The sounds he heard before, he wants them again and more, much more of them.

#fe3h #fe16 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h x reader #fe3h x felix #fe x felix #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #felix hugo fraldarius

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angstyaches · 3 years

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This is trope anon from before :) It might be interesting to see Elliot put off feeling sick, because he is so caught up taking care of everyone else? He kind of strikes me as a worry about everyone else first kind of guy lol. Then absolutely regretting it later haha

If not Elliot, Ryan also kind of gives me similar vibes

CW: mention of disordered eating/malnourishment, trauma mention, overwork, nausea, emeto, dizziness, blood mention (he’s a vamp, so yeah), pining (for absent partner), platonic/brotherly caretaking

Author’s note: Elliott and Felix are going to be just FINE! They’re not even broken up; Felix is just a little AWOL after a fight they had. I just loooove me some angst.

Elliott’s vision went pitch black for a moment as he stood and waited for the kettle to finish boiling. His stomach lurched so harshly that he almost turned towards the sink, expecting the return of the blood he’d drank for breakfast. Instead, he swallowed, closed his eyes, and breathed in slowly through his nose. He was overexerted, probably. He’d been pushing himself during his and Shayne’s ritualistic “sparring” (or, as Shayne called it, “trying to kick the shit out of each other” or “therapy”) session. Elliott had hoped his supernatural abilities would have begun to manifest by now, seeing as his transition to full vampire was complete. But still, nothing yet. Maybe the stress of Felix being gone was stunting his development. Maybe the stress was adding to how bad he felt.

The kettle clicked, reminding him of why he was standing in the kitchen in the first place. Elliott’s heart sank as he recalled Shayne’s eyes rolling back in his head, his body almost hitting the ground before Elliott could catch him. Turned out the kid had been starving himself again. Elliott would have punched his lights out if they hadn’t already basically been out.

A minute later, Elliott picked up a hot mug and crossed the open-plan kitchen and living area to where he’d left Shayne on the white sofa. He was conscious now, at least, but his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

The mug contained hot, weak tea and a few spoons of the glucose solution Ryan had concocted for Felix’s blood-and-sugar lollipops. Back in the day, when Felix refused blood and couldn’t hold food down, Ryan had fed him the solution like this, and it had kept him from passing out. The smell was so strong that Elliott almost gagged, his body so delicate as to protest merely being in the presence of human sustenance.

Elliott tried to hand Shayne the mug, but his cousin’s hands were so shaky he almost dropped it immediately. Elliott took it back, trying to ignore the fact that his own hands weren’t exactly the steadiest. He brought the rim of the mug to Shayne’s lips.

Shayne made a face and pulled away as soon as he took the first sip. His hand went to his mouth, like he was considering spitting it back out.

“Swallow it.”

A shiver seemed to roll through Shayne’s body as he did. His eyes watered like he was about to cry. “That tastes like shit, El.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for forgetting that you need to eat.”

“I didn’t forget I needed to…” Shayne mumbled. “I’m not stupid.”

“That’s extremely debatable. Drink.”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Drink,” Elliott said again, as calmly as he could, “or I’m going to get Ryan.”

The last of the fight went out of Shayne’s eyes. Elliott knew he didn’t want Ryan or Nancy to know things had gotten this bad again.

Victorious but not feeling it, Elliott brought the mug to Shayne’s lips again and again, letting him take small sips. At one point, he covered his mouth again, shoulders jerking forward as he gagged slightly. Elliott’s stomach flipped at the sound and he had to turn his face away until Shayne stopped. He didn’t usually puke from seeing somebody else do it, but he had a bad feeling that if Shayne threw up, he would lose it too.

Shayne shook his head when presented with the mug again. A tentative hand rested on his stomach. “I can’t, El. It’s so heavy.”

Part of Elliott didn’t want to yield so easily, wanted to make him finish the mug. He wondered what Felix would do, or how Charlie would have reacted to that pleading look. Elliott knew he wasn’t soft in the same way they were. He just hoped he wasn’t harsh.

He hoped he wasn’t frightening.

He swallowed against a swell of nausea in his belly. Whatever was gnawing at the pit of his stomach weakened his resolve.

“Okay,” he said, “lie down.”

Shayne gave a small sigh of relief.

Elliott took the mug back to the sink. White floor and wall tiles swayed all around him like he was inside the world’s most colourless kaleidoscope. He slowly breathed in through his nose, leaning on the edge of the countertop to try and introduce some form of balance to his body.

He’d extended the offer to Shayne, but honestly, lying down sounded like an absolute dream to Elliott, too. Maybe his body would stop freaking out if he got a little more rest. His sleeping pattern was completely thrown off, his mind raced in the middle of the night. Felix had star-fished across about forty different mattresses before choosing theirs, and while Elliott had acted like he didn’t care which one they bought, he had ended up agreeing that it was the best mattress he’d ever used. But sleeping there without Felix felt wrong, so his body had been rejecting it as much as physically possible.

Nowadays, he might as well have been sleeping in a wooden coffin like the stereotype dictated.

He turned around to check on Shayne, frowning when he saw that he was still sitting upright on the sofa.

“I thought you were going to try and sleep?”

“I can’t – I can’t,” Shayne whispered, lowering his head into his hands. “El, I – every time I try, I feel like she’s here. Breathing on the back of my neck…”

Guilt churned Elliott’s stomach this time. Elliott felt regrets like cobwebs sticking to his soul, and although he didn’t allow himself many, one of those cobwebs was the feeling that maybe he could have gotten Shayne out of Madelyn’s sooner.

“She’s not getting in here,” Elliott promised. “Ryan will have her head on a stick before letting that happen. Nancy will turn her blood into tar.”

“She doesn’t have to be here, El. She’s already here.” Shayne pressed a finger to either side of his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Jesus, I’m – I’m sorry, man.” Elliott laid a hand on his stomach, stifling a belch since he really didn’t need gas leaving his body to make this moment even more stressful. “What usually helps when this happens?”

As Elliot should have expected, Shayne gave a lifeless shrug. Alright, think, Elliott told himself, swallowing thickly. He’d never seen Shayne warm up to anyone until that day in the park when he’d been clinging to Charlie like his life depended on it. He liked to act tough (and who did he pick that up from, I wonder?), but really, Shayne just didn’t want to be alone.

He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t understand that feeling.

Elliott swallowed again, fighting the lump in his throat and the swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Want me to sit with you?”

Shayne opened his eyes, looking genuinely surprised.

Elliott sank down on the sofa without waiting for a verbal answer. He hit the cushions a little too quickly for his stomach’s liking. It shifted noisily, semi-digested contents swimming around inside. “Now, if you think you can feel someone breathing on you, you can tell yourself it’s just me.”

“Ugh,” Shayne groaned, curling up on his side so that the top of his head was just next to – scarcely touching – Elliott’s thigh. “Do not breathe on me, man.”

Elliott smiled through his vaguely-concealed discomfort, glad that Shayne wasn’t facing him. “Afraid you’ll catch vampire cooties?”

Shayne didn’t respond beyond a soft groan that Elliott interpreted as “shut the fuck up, old man”. So even though he’d have loved to keep taunting his cousin and keep himself distracted, Elliott shut up, letting his neck rest against the back of the sofa and draping one arm up over his eyes. Lack of vision made the world feel a little less like the spinning drum of a washing machine. Elliott regretted dreaming up that metaphor, gritting his teeth as he realised his stomach felt like such a drum, too.

He was swallowing constantly, every few seconds now, chest tight with the effort of drawing slow, shallow breaths. It felt like the fibres holding his being together were frayed and left just shaky enough to throw everything off without causing him any actual, physical pain. Beneath it all was a tiny flame of anger; what the hell was the point in becoming a vampire if feeling unexplainably shitty at inconvenient intervals was still on the table?

An icy shiver ran down Elliott’s back, and he flinched where he sat. He slid his hand around the back of his neck and gulped another wave of saliva. Nothing was there, yet when he exhaled, he shuddered again. Shayne’s talk about Madelyn must have wormed its way into Elliott’s mind. Lord, he really was a mess.

He glanced down to make sure his sudden jump hadn’t disturbed Shayne. It was hard to tell if the boy was sleeping or just trying very hard to stay still. At least he didn’t seem to be panicked or shaking anymore. Elliott desperately wanted to stand up and walk around; moving and distracting himself would surely ease the building pain in his stomach, but he didn’t think he could get up without jostling Shayne.

Sucking in a breath and trying to brace his stomach for the move, Elliott shifted his weight on the sofa, cringing at how much the cushions flexed with him. He watched Shayne’s head, his breath still caught somewhere between his belly and his lungs. Another trickle of unpleasantly cool sweat ran down the back of his neck and his hands shook until he dropped the weight of his head into them. His elbows felt unbalanced on his knees. His stomach flipped, and he swallowed measuredly against its protests.

“El?”

“Yeah,” Elliott choked out, though he’d meant to give a friendly, open yeah? As in Felix’s chirpy Yeah, buddy? Are you okay? What can I do for you?

“Y’alright?” was all Shayne replied with.

“I’m good, yeah.” Upon tasting blood and bile, Elliott gulped again. “Just relax, okay? No one’s going to –”

Elliott jammed a fist against his lips in time to stifle a wet, shallow belch. The sound was so sudden and violent that his head shot forward, almost ducking between his own knees.

“Fuck,” Shayne gasped, scrambling upright despite the fact his eyes were barely open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Elliott half-snapped, annoyance at himself manifesting as annoyance at Shayne. “I may have pushed myself a bit this morning, but I’m –”

He was once again cut off by a belch, this one rumbling up from much deeper inside him. His belly continued bubbling even after the air stopped being pushed up.

“El, I think you need to –”

“Don’t.” Elliott shook his head.

“Why did –” Shayne winced slightly and rubbed at his head. “Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick?”

“Because I was trying to look after you!” Elliott sighed into his hands. The tiny burst of frustration was dizzying on top of everything else. “Lord fucking knows you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Shayne said back, though his voice was empty of any of its usual fight. “I’m – I’m trying, I’ve been trying… Elliott, just go to the sink!”

Elliott’s shoulders rolled as he covered his mouth with his palm, feeling a thick film grow over his tongue. He was tempted to swallow it down again but a cramp ripped through his gut, making all of his organs squeeze in defiance of him swallowing anything.

“Shit,” he somehow mumbled, sitting forward and pushing himself to his feet as Shayne pushed – weakly but with good intentions – at his back to help him up. Elliott sprinted across the kitchen tiles and flung himself at the sink, stars in his vision and blood in his mouth. He was unbearably dizzy as he heaved up what he’d drank that morning. At least it had been an animal-blood day, and he wasn’t watching mouthfuls of human blood pooling in the sink and trickling into the drain.

It was a waste, but it could have been worse. He choked on a sob, realising he’d never thought like this until Felix.

“Fuck,” Elliott gasped when something moved next to him. He hadn’t even noticed Shayne following him to the sink. “Christ. I feel awful… Why – why do I feel this bad?”

“You’re trying to force something you’re not capable of.” Shayne folded his arms and rested them on the countertop, eyes falling shut again.

Elliott spat bitterly towards the drain. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because that’s my whole life summed up, El.”

Elliott gripped the neck of the tap and turned it on, directing the water around the sink to get rid of the mess he’d made. His head was spinning and his nerves still felt alive with electricity and just wrong in general, but his belly felt a lot better. He felt like he could breathe normally again.

“You okay?”

“I think so.” Elliott rinsed his mouth, running tap water into his palm and lifting it to his lips. It was cool, and soothing on his throat after the retching.

Shayne looked positively miserable as their eyes met. “What now?”

As he shut off the tap, Elliott brushed a wet hand across the back of his own neck, relishing the cold drip that started trailing down his back. He shut his eyes, feeling like he was ready to drift off to sleep on his feet, like a horse.

“Well,” he said, “how would you like to take a nap on a really nice mattress?”

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"you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know."

he choked, the only thought in his mind being 'no wonder this tastes familiar.'

pairing ; lee felix x gn! reader

for ; @writearctic 's chronicles!!

genre ; angst & fluff

warnings ; mild cursing, smoking

words ; 1.6k

author's note ; not today! just enjoy and feel free to give feedback!! sorry for any mistakes!!

"hey, let's go eat." chan smiled while pressing up against the other australian.

felix hummed, not really listening as he gripped the remote in his hands and flickered the buttons with his thumbs. "where?"

"uh, that one restaurant that's like, thirty minutes away from here-"

felix glanced a glare at chan before turning back to the screen of the tv. "any reason?"

"they have a special." chan then proceeded to put he flyer in front of felix's line of sight, making the younger grunt.

felix paused his game, sighing and glaring at his friend. "alright, fine. but you're paying."

chan grinned, "fine by me. get dressed and look decent, don't pull a jisung."

"...i'm right here."

______

"hello! table for three?" the host asked as soon as they walked inside.

chan nodded, following the host with his two friends. as soon as they sat down they were handed menu's.

"would you like to order drinks right now or when you order your food?"

felix scanned the options, not seeing the special that chan had mentioned. he was gonna question the older until said man asked the host about it.

"uh, i saw that y'all have a special on a flyer…"

"oh! yes we do! we got the word out this morning, that's why it's still not on the menu. the special lasts until next friday. would you like to order that?"

"do you guys want it?" chan turned to them.

"what's the special?" jisung rose a brow.

the host smiled, "fettuccine alfredo pasta."

felix hummed, thinking about it. "yeah i'd like that."

"me too."

chan nodded, turning to the host who took out a notepad and pen. although she wasn't a waiter, she could take down orders and hand them over to the cooks.

"great. any drinks?" she asked while tapping her notepad with the tip of the pen.

jisung nodded, "peach tea for me."

"i'll take lemonade."

"sprite if you have that."

she nodded and scribbled it down before repeating their order to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. once everything was confirmed and settled, she excused herself to order their assigned waiter to fetch their drinks.

jisung followed her trail until she opened the kitchen doors, noticing something- more like someone, for a split second.

"well, while we wait, let's catch up." chan sighed while staring at his friends.

"on what?" jisung asked while turning to him.

the older thought for a second before shrugging, "i don't know, what have you guys been up to lately?"

felix propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm. "nothing, i'm enjoying my break to the fullest."

"by being locked up and playing video games?" chan rose a brow, obviously disappointed.

"at least he's doing something, i've been sleeping most of the time."

"he only gets up when he needs to pee or eat." felix chuckled.

chan frowned, "that explains a lot…"

"anyway, what about you? changbin-hyung told me someone had the hots for you and vice versa."

the older sputtered, "th-that's not true. and maybe it's just a new friend."

jisung and felix rose a brow, sharing a glance before sighing. they had the habit of being synchronized without wanting to, which many found scary and or amusing.

"you're bad at lying, you know that?" jisung chuckled, glancing at the kitchen doors that opened as a waiter came out with a tray with drinks. he smirked at his confirmation, it's been a while since he's been this entertained.

chan blushed, avoiding eye contact. "i know…"

felix laughed, jisung was known for reading others. changbin was known for it too, and it was always funny when someone got exposed or confronted.

the waiter walked up to them, placing down their drinks. "your food is ready and i'll bring it right now, i'm sorry the sudden delay in your drinks, we had a minor...issue."

"no it's fine! thank you!" chan smiled as he took his drink and sipped from it.

jisung stared at the kitchen doors, once they were opened he tried to find the familiar face, and he smirked to himself when he saw it. he wasn't going to say anything yet, he liked waiting it out.

"so, who is it?" felix jabbed at chan, wanting answers.

"i- you don't know him, he's not in your major." chan nibbled at the straw.

"and? i still wanna know."

"it's probably someone older than him, maybe by a year? let me guess, he's also studying music production? and you met him in the cafeteria." jisung smiled when chan choked.

felix stared at his roomate in awe, "holy fuck."

chan gasped, staring at jisung with wide eyes. "you scare me. you're hanging out with minho aren't you?"

"sure."

"what do you mean sure-"

felix grinned, "so he's right?"

"...yeah… i'm amazed you even guessed the gender…" chan pouted, gnawing at the straw again.

"thank you, i try." jisung sipped from his drink as the waiter returned with their food. once the waiter left he spoke again, "what's his name?"

"why are you asking?"

"cus it's about time you had a love life." felix rolled his eyes, "you barely get sleep, and now you have the hots for someone? you need to go out and live a little. "

chan scoffed, the tips of his ears still red. "yeah, look who's talking. you're probably staying inside the dorms and not going out cus you're still upset about the y/n situation."

jisung gaped, amazed chan could strike like that. "not wrong-"

felix growled, "y/n has nothing to do with how i'm spending my break. we broke up, that's it. nothing more nothing less to it. no hard feelings." he frowned and stuffed his mouth with some pasta, the taste making him pause and ponder.

jisung stared at the young australian, "you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know."

and he choked, the only thought in his mind being 'no wonder this tastes familiar.'

chan gave felix's back a few pats, " jisung stop joking around."

said male frowned, "i'm not. y/n's in the kitchen, pretty sure y/n is the one who cooked the food."

felix heaved, "it...does taste familiar…

"and to think you were over y/n.."

"i am!"

"are not, but we'll talk about this later. chan, you never told me the guys name-"

"yah! i'm not telling."

________

"you're not going back with us?" jisung asked as they exited the restaurant.

the fact y/n was one of the chefs was forgotten once they went back to chan's possible love life topic. felix didn't really think anything of it until they got up to leave.

"no i wanna check out that store. i'll go back on the bus." felix waved them off.

chan frowned, "sure, ok… call if you need anything."

"will do."

jisung rolled his eyes, following chan to the older's car for the ride home. felix walked inside the store that was across the restaurant they had eaten at, he looked around, heart racing.

he saw a small penguin plushie, smiling at it's fluffiness once he grabbed it. he made sure he had money before going to the register, paying and walking out. just as he did, he glanced at the restaurant and saw you.

you stood there, lighting up a cigarette. when you glanced at him, you froze, both of you did.

felix gripped the bag in his hand. it's been a month since the two of you broke up, quite a small amount of time considering everything.

the reason the two of you ended things was no mystery to eithers friend group. you had suddenly gotten distant, claiming to focus on exams, which wasn't a lie. felix grew upset with the absence of you, and whenever he tried to reach out, you sounded uninterested.

and it wasn't that you weren't, you were just going through things. felix took it the wrong way, and the tip of the iceberg was when he saw you all touchy with someone else at a party you had said you wouldn't attend.

instead of facing you, he played fire with fire.

"hi…" your voice was soft, and you stared across from you, not wanting to face him.

"hi." felix now stood next to you, staring across the street as well.

there was a silence, and felix then glanced at the puff of smoke you let out. he was questioning himself, maybe he should go and wait for the last bus. maybe he should have gone back home with his friends. maybe-

"i'm sorry."

felix snapped his head towards you, staring at you like a lost puppy. you were still facing across the street, cigarette in hand.

"i'm sorry i didn't face you like i should have. i'm sorry i didn't talk things through with you… i really have no justifications for anything i did. maybe i was just confused, we were both just trying to pass our classes..you were just trying to make our relationship work… and i...i… "

"you gave up." felix finished your sentence, now staring at the bag in his hands.

you finally turned to look at him, "no... i got bored of trying. i got bored of us. of you."

each word made felix stagger, and you took a second to grab his hand, holding it gently. he blushed, staring down at your hand on his.

"but i didn't want to let go of you."

he swallowed, "then why did you…"

"that's…a good question." you let go of his hand, and he was quick to take it again.

"i'm sorry too. i think...we lacked communication."

you smiled a bit, taking the cigarette in your mouth again. "obviously...”

felix squeezed you hand, “do you think...we could try again?”

“you don’t hate me?”

he shook his head, “we were both at fault, do you hate me?”

“no....”

“so...wanna start from zero?”

you sighed, the puff of smoke intoxicating his nostrils. you didn’t pick up on smoking until after the two of you broke up, “yeah...i’d like that.”

“me too...and...jisung said you cooked our food, that true?”

“felix, i have no idea who comes into the restaurant. i just do my job.” you laughed softly, shaking your head, “but i’m the only cook today, so yeah, i guess i did. you enjoy it?”

he nodded, “i always enjoyed your food, still do.”

you tugged at his hand, “want a ride home?”

“yeah...”

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