#I still need to do some further reading but uhhhh yeah
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while byan's dyslexia and ptsd is a little up in the air in terms of diagnosis, they have been given a diagnosis of conduct disorder and oppositional defiant disorder through the mandatory counselling and the various psychiatric evaluations they've had throughout their life. ptsd, adhd, dyslexia, and depression are all assumed to be present as well, based on observation and information provided by teachers, caretakers, and foster parents, but remain unconfirmed due to byan's tendency to be extremely difficult with psychiatrists and psychologists and the inconsistency of the amount of time spent with those who have provided outside observation.
byan has, of course, never been cooperative in any treatment.
#fellas y'all ever sit down to read a little about adhd and discover behaviour disorders that explain ur character to a t#I went in to refresh some info and came out with disorders that coincide often that I started reading up on instead#and hooo boy YEP there's no question in my mind#you read up on them both and it's just byan.#I still need to do some further reading but uhhhh yeah#I think they're at this point where they might as well be diagnosed with everything else but they're juuuuust difficult enough#to make it hard to confirm. and the fact that they have Not lived with a single family for more than a few months at a time#since the age of 5 makes it that much harder to have fully reliable info on their history.#but things like their anger issues their aggression their rule and law breaking etc etc is all v surface level and easy to see#thus... two confirmed diagnoses while everything else is up in the air#and lbr byan is in denial about any mental health issues they have. despite how severe they are. fun stuff.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.
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Piercings Pt.2 (Sanji x Reader)
First of all… THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE N SUPPORT ON THE LAST ONE! Nice to know we all love some Sanji lol.
Also if you want a pinch of context I suggest reading Pt.1 UHHHHH but if not enjoy this lol smut is one of my fs or things to write so uhhhh yeah! I hope I did good lol!
⚠️!THIS IS AN 18+ FIC MINORS BE TF GONE!⚠️
❗️Warnings❗️: Sanji being smug, choking, biting, cunnilingus, unprotected, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, sanji speakin that french
Pt. 1 here
Enjoy!
After the kitchen fiasco, you opted to keep yourself out of there until further notice. The wall ended up being scorched as well as some of the utensils he used. All the windows needed to be opened to clear the smoke out and it didn't help that the smell of charred food lingered for a while.
It has been about 4 days since then and every day you can't seem to keep your hands off each other. He's got his hands on your hips, claiming he just needed to get by with a quiet, "Pardon me, dove." His lips always dangerously close to your ear.
You were no better though, also claiming that you'd dropped something and needed to use his thighs for support when getting up, looking up at him under pretty lashes. This tension was that of a frozen lake, one misstep and you'd fall into him, hoping he embraces you like that of icy water.
Speaking of which, the burn you endured ended up being minor and the cold water did most of the trick. He insisted on bandaging you still. Just an excuse to touch you more.
Touch.
All you two ever did now was touch
And tease, and poke, and prod, in hopes of the other finally cracking and putting all that tension to good use. When you had docked at a smaller island in hopes of finding a marketplace (you did) Sanji didn't even ask if you'd join him.
He just took your hand in his, because it wasn't even a question at this point. You're with him unless you stated you wanted otherwise.
Walking past the vendors, his hand stays at your hip, more possessive than anything. You poin tout something you like? It's yours. See something you want to try? It's yours.
These days you're growing more and more concerned for his wallet. Anytime you'd try to decline he's simple shake his head, draw your hand to his lips, and kiss your knuckles.
"Anything for you, chérie"
The crew could sense this.....energy loomin' over the two of you but of course nothing was really said...that is until Nami nudged her head in the direction of Sanji when you two happened to be on the main deck this afternoon. You quirk a brow as she leans in to try and keep the gossip between the two of you.
"What really happened for the kitchen to catch fire? I mean?" She questions with a smirk, making you laugh, nervousness laced in the tone.
When you two first told the story, Sanji said he had distracted himself and took too long preparing other parts of the mean and he lost track of what he was doing and how long.
You, on the other hand, said that you accidentally bumped the stoved handles making the flames higher, and maybe a towel or something caught fire.
It was all bullshit.
When Sanji had taken it upon himself to plant kisses down your neck, he left something quite noticeable that wasn't there before. It was all bullshit and everyone knew it. You distracted him, and he just couldn't help himself.
"I-I told you what happened Nami. It doesn't matter anyway! The kitchen is back to normal thankfully." You sigh, trying to figure out what exactly you came out here to do?
Oh, that's right.
Find some way to get your hands on Sanji.
"If you say so, but,” Nami shrugs, pausing when she see's Sanji follow to the back of the ship, his eyes focused on you, pupils blown wide. He falters but only for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then he leaves, your breath stuck in your throat.
"I think someone's waiting for you to follow them so..." Nami observes, palm coming to hold your shoulder.
"Don't set anything else on fire." She teases, seeing you full on sprint to where he was.
You look around, the hall empty. He just went this way didn't he-
You're snatched up, mouth covered in the quiet of the hallway, a hand firm on your hip. Before you can even process your attacker, a set of lips is hungry against your own, a hand at your throat. You can hardly breathe from the shock, both teeth and tongues against one another as you embrace.
Sanji’s got you close against him, his back against the wall with your chest to his, one leg keeping your thighs apart as you lean into him. He still has one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whine, wanting more pressure.
The height difference makes you lean upward, itching to have all of him. Despite the hall being quiet, your little secluded corner is awfully loud with the sounds of your labored breaths combined.
"Sanji...Sanji wait-" You speak between kisses, his hands under your shirt now, immediately massaging the area over and around your back dermals.
"Ne parle plus, je veux juste te goûter. "
That shut you up, quick, the sound of his mother tongue slipping past his lips when he can't seem to keep his hands from wandering.
"What if we get caught." You gasp, feeling him bite down particularly rough on your collarbone.
"Y/n, know that right now, I don't particularly give a fuck. I need you." He huffs, still tasting every in inch of exposed skin he could find.
His lips are soft, brushing over your neck with a smirk. He knows the mess he left over your skin, bark bruises, and indents of where his teeth had been adorning it.
"They know the whole kitchen thing was bs." He chuckles darkly, his next sentence sinking straight to your cunt.
"I'm sure they're well aware of who you belong to now. I made your neck even more of a work of art honey."
You're practically soaking through your panties now, and are in dire need of friction. In an attempt to secretly get off, you grid down against his thigh...
But hes quck to notice.
"Oh, that's why you’re worried. Let's go." He exhales with a smirk, pulling you to his room and swiftly closing the door behind him.
It's not messy by any means, the bed is made neatly with a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. You would’ve loved to look around more but Sanji is back on you and there was no way in hell you’d complain about that. He’s quick but calculated, sliding his hands under your shirt before pulling it off completely.
There's no time to be flustered, you'd both wanted this for quite some time now and you could both keep up with one another. Your skin prickles with he sudden chill of being topless, your nipples hardening slightly. It's just enough for him to see what else you were hiding.
Beneath your bra, were of course your nipples, but there they were, pierced, the bars through them being decorated with jade at each end. His breath hitches and god had he gotten impossibly harder at the sight. You're sitting on the edge of the bed now, Sanji kneeling before you with pupils blown wide.
All the permissions needed was the slight smirk on your lips and your back arching as if to invite him to touch and taste as much as he pleased. Without hesitation, he's got one in his mouth, tongue swirling around your already sensitive bud. The other he squeezes, thumb brushing over the area.
You can't help but sigh in pleasure, tangling your fingers in his hair while he makes it his mission to kiss all of your torso, noting the matching belly button ring. How did he not see this before? Well, most of your shirts were loose anyway. God he loved how adorned your body was with jewelry, like you were some kind of treasure just for him.
He can tell you're growing impatient with the way you push your hips forward, most likely trying to the feeling to relieve a little pressure with the way your pants pressed against you there.
"Let me taste you, please."He aks, breathless, lips still somewhat swollen from kissing prior.
You nod unable to speak with how damn pretty he looked. On his knees, eyes glossy and lustful, asking for permission to eat you out?! How could you say no? You lift your hips, sliding the jeans down just enough for him to pull the rest down.
You were right, your panties were damn near soaked, your arousal wetting the front. Sanji only moans at this, knowing it's all his doing. The feeling of him pressing kisses to your clothed clit makes you shiver, and he doesn't stop, tongue wetting the area as if to tease.
"Please Sanji, I need-" You pause for a moment, a bit embarrassed to ask for this. He only chuckles and runs his finger up your still-clothed folds, then massages the plush of your thighs.
"What do you need honey, tell me and I promise you I'll make it happen." Hes eager, kissing, sucking and biting at your inner thigh now, the feeling making you dizzy with desire.
"I need your mouth on me...please." You whine, trying to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure but he only spreads them apart again, strong hands keeping you there with a dangerous look in his eye.
"You'll take what I give you. Now be a big girl, ask for it, and stop chasing it, sweetheart." He thinks to himself
"My mouth is on you. See?" He demonstrates, kissing your thighs again, one had on your hip, massaging circles there while the other tossed your leg over his shoulder, the action only spreading you wider.
Little shit. He knew exactly that you meant.
"No, you know what I mean. Please. Eat me, Sanji." You plead, feeling him smirk against your front.
He's got your panties off in no time. Almost immediately latching to you as he slurps you up, tossing your other leg over his shoulder now too. Your thighs act as a pair of headphones essentially, your fingers tugging at the blonde locks as he moans in response.
You can feel it now, your orgasm coming faster than you thought with how well he was eating you up. Like a starved man and his first meal in ages. He lapped at your juices, taking a chance at sliding not one, but two fingers into you.
"F-uck!" you stutter, feeling him curl upwards, still sucking at your clit.
He knows you're close, but he doesn't care, keeping that same pace to work this out of you. You can feel that damned piercing, rolling slowwwwly around your clip. Another cues slips past your lips.
"Ohh, such a dirty mouth honey? Are you gonna cum for me? Can't even control yourself." He teases, watching you grip the bedsheets as your stomach muscles clench.
There it is.
Somehow his lips are back on yours, swallowing up the moans from your orgasm as his fingers slow in pace, trying to get you to come down from that high. Multitasking came easy to him, so for him to keep fucking you, now 3 fingers in while also using his free hand to push his own pants down was no hard feat.
How many times did he practice that??? Your hands are gripping his shoulders, nails digging into him in surprise when you feel the tip slide against your slick folds.
For a moment your eyes meet and damn do you have a chance to really, really look at him.
His face is dusted pink, eyes bright red. His eyes are glossy, pupils wide, lips shiny and slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath. He's no different than you now, admiring how you look, how you breathe, the way you cling to him like he'd vanish somehow.
It's intoxicating.
Your lips meet, softer this time, your heart beating like crazy with your stomach twisting in delight, full of butterflies. You're soft, and so is he, so much more gentle now in realization of what's about to occur. This means more to you now. It’s not a one time thing. You have no time to overthink because his voice, husky and passionate.
"Are you okay with this? Do I have permission?"He asks, pitch almost a bit higher, likes he’s holding back a whine.
Such a gentleman through it all. It makes your heart swell. You nod, whispering out an awestruck 'yes' before connecting your lips again. And the stretch when he slides in makes you both shiver, his hips stuttering into a pace, both his groans and your heavy breaths filling the space.
Impulsively wrapping your legs around his waist makes him thrust deeper. The feeling makes you arch, a louder moan slipping past your lips and it makes him chuckle a bit before succumbing to his own pleasure with a moan.
"Tu te sens si bien ma chérie" He whispers, your foreheads pressed together more intimately.
"Fuck, you fill me up so well." You whimper, slightly tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.
The action makes him moan back, teeth gritted as he thrust into you faster, his free hand coming to circle your clit. It's almost too much, another orgasm close behind. You'd never felt so full, his dick hitting parts of you that didn't know about. Perfect, like he was meant for your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and his thrusts begin to get sloppy.
"Oh gods, y/n I can't. Please let me fill you up chérie. Please-" He's pussy drunk, but you can say the same about yourself when he keeps hitting that spot. You're both bound to burst.
"Cum for me Sanji, please baby I need you to." You purr, bitting his shoulder, kissing the area to soothe it.
He's got his face in the crook of your neck now, a strangled moan leaving his lips as his thrusts slow. He doesn't stop though, still trying to work one last orgasm out of you and succeeds.
Your body is already spent from when he ate you out but this, definitely put you over. You cling to him, labored breaths all you can hear. He doesn't leave your cunt yet, trying to stabilize first.
"If you were worried about getting caught, I think we were loud enough for the crew to hear so." He chuckles, still fatigued. You shake your head with a smile pressing kisses to his face.
He takes his time pulling out, cum spilling out of you when he does. Your ears don’t miss the slight choked back moan when he does. It's quiet but it's comfortable. He leaves for a moment, bring a towel back to clean you up with. There are plenty of kisses here and there, most likely a pre-apology for marking you up even more then before.
He works quickly, dressing you in one of his shirts, which proves to be too big on you but neither of you care, his heart fluttering at the sight of you in it.
....
"So, nipple piercings and a belly ring, huh sweetheart?"
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Hey hi! I’ve been an avid follower of yours for awhile for your Pucci art but, this green child au has me hooked more and more lately! Your art is stunning by the way, thank you for posting!! The final metamorphosis panel has me excited for the next installment you share ngl.
Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask a few things about it? Specifically, what has happened after O-moon came into the picture, and the buildup to part 13 and 14? Of course if you wish to keep things vague or don’t know, there’s no need to answer! I’m just curious.
When did Jotaro get alerted to the incident and decided to finally come around? Did he encounter Pucci first or Jolyne? After the revelations that O-moon revealed to Jolyne, how did her perceptions of her father and Pucci shift? Did Jolyne ever figure out what Pucci was most likely about to do to FF while they were cornered by him? Have you thought about how Weather Report factors into this AU at all (since he’s probably in prison at this point)?
Sorry for the bombardment, and again no pressure to answer these if you don’t wish to!
- Kimera
Greetings! Thank you very much for the compliment, hope the payoff to that comic was satisfying haha
So, I wanna keep things vague with this AU, telling the main story beats through images and short comics- not only cuz I like it that way but also cuz... I haven't decided a lot of the details hahaha-
Answering this via lore dump, hope you like reading, this can be just one of many ways it could've happened:
I imagined that while Pucci and Jolyne were out getting souls, Jotaro was studying whatever is left of Dio's followers, and eventually tracks down Pucci, and travels to the US. Perhaps he finds out Pucci has been tutoring Jolyne from Jolyne's mum (who knows maybe they reconnected).
Oh and yes, Jolyne's mum knows abt Pucci, but of course not who he really is.
During this, Jolyne has awakened the Green Baby and fused with it. Jotaro may even sense that something is wrong through their family psychic bond thing.
Jotaro, realizing Pucci is a step ahead of him by already taking in his own daughter, tracks Pucci down to the church and confronts him there, sparing no time and going straight to beating answers out of him, where's Jolyne, what happened to her, what's your plan etc.
I had this thought, that once Jolyne fuses with the green baby, she inherits a bit of Dio's knowledge, and it helps her realise she's been getting used by Pucci all along. Not only that, she inherits the will to go to Heaven, and it drives her to complete the plan, she's strung along by fate now.
Now obviously she feels betrayed by Pucci, but still sympathetic to him, and rescues him from Jotaro. She's conflicted, she's angry, the only reason both Pucci and Jotaro reached out was because of some bigger-than-her plot, and not because of herself. She doesn't know how much of what Pucci gave her was genuine or because of her use to him.
(had this idea for a scene that right after Jolyne rescues Pucci, all three of them are still in church and Pucci realises she's transformed, he yells for her to stay still so he can get Whitesnake to take whatever's inside her out,
but as soon as Whitesnake reaches out, a hand bursts out, he thinks it's Stone Free and suddenly JUMPSCARE O-Moon jumps out at him and the reversed-gravity throws everyone away from her-)
The only friend she has left is FF, and yes she finds out what Pucci did to them, furthering her anger. So she drags FF along with her, they are eachothers' only allies here, and although FF doesn't fully understand what's happening to Jolyne, they'll stay by her side (cue the uhhhh 'oh jolyne gave me so many memories and memories make up my intellect so i owe her yadda yadda-')
Aaaaand as for Weather, yeah mf's still in prison lmao I haven't thought too much about him. I wanted this to focus on Jolyne and Pucci, though if I did turn this AU into an entire actual story, Weather would probably come up at some point. God knows how though lmao-
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heyg (hold out microphone) i want your hank jimble thoughts (if u have any)
(equivalent exchange or some shit i dunnoe i cant read)
ok tough one actually. Sorta. My mind is like zero-d in on Phobos And auditor all the time but every now and then hank is in there so hm..
I guess first point is I like to think that hank is just some guy. I think you mentioned how it’s interesting to see people give hank a backstory that explains more of their deal but you prefer that he’s just some guy. Which yeah 100% agree with that. Just some guy who made one implsuive move and got into this big mess and now has to live up to the huge name they ended up making for themselves. Like they had interests and stuff before but a lot of that gets overshadowed by the violent tendencies they have now. And I like to think hank still does have those interests but isn’t as engrossed in them as he gives in further and further into the violent habits they;ve developed. Just further leaning into that sort of thing, because it’s what people expect of him and it’s what they need in order to survive out here.
And also I like to think the sq crew (doc, Deimos and Sanford) is what kinda reminds him of simpler times. Like sorta reminding him of their own humanity again? Like that connection. I do think there is some apathy towards Sanford and Deimos but he does deep down care for them. He just has a lot of trouble showing that. And they know that how they act sometimes scares off the 2 so they don’t bother often. And with doc it’s different, because no matter what Doc is never afraid of him. Doc knows how dangerous he is and he’s seen how bad they can get but still doesn’t run off. There’s a certain trust between the 2 that in a way almsot scares or I guess more confuses Hank because he isn’t used to people keeping calm around him.
Uhhhh idk if this is even coherent, I’m just kinda speaking like right off my tongue here. Idk hank is just some guy who got into this mess, realized that the role had to play suited him well despite the nobody he was before, and jsut stuck to it. Not exactly happy about it but not exactly distressed about it. Just meh. A guy just rolling with what he’s got I guess (But shit is definitely hitting the fan for them later)
I have no idea what I’m saying acutally but yeah from the top of my head that’s what I got
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fic writing asks : 17 and 27, 28?
hope you’re doing well!! I’m just about to finally catch up with the latest chapter of moving on in a maelstrom (I haven’t checked my ao3 inbox for updates in a hot minute!!), thank you as ever for writing!
WASABI THANK YOU FOR SENDING im hanging in there i hope youre doing good too <3 and i hope you enjoy the latest chapter grelhbqughoeiqg
:') i talk a lot gomen
17. talk about your writing and editing process
so i'm definitely not the kind of person who sits down and outlines their story and all the plot points or does a ton of planning (kind of a bad habit probably!!) and mostly my fics comes from some broad concepts or ideas, vibes, or any sort of vivid scene I imagine up while im daydreaming on the way to work, and then I just kind of run with it. Actually I think from all the fics I've actually tried to follow an outline for in the past, only one has gotten past a handful of chapters (that would be Turning Point, which is shockingly complete!)
And like the scenes or vibes or ideas aren't always related to major plot points or anything either, they're just character moments and either a) do not need backstory to explain the situation, so they get to be a oneshot, or b) are VERY PARTICULAR about the backstory of the Scene and then they end up a full-fledged novella/novel/epic.
So like for example, I started on Maelstrom fic for a very specific scene with a very specific character--and you might expect it to be related to the main villain! Except I didn't even have a design for him until the day I sat down to write chapter 5 (which came to me in a caffeine-fueled fever dream) and wasn't even sure what his NEXT ability would be until chapter 8. Yeah he's the main antagonist. But this entire fic. This entire damn fic. Is a stepping stone. To a scene where Yuri is going insane under house arrest and Barnaby goes to visit him. And it's the funniest fucking thing in my head. Like I want to be so clear this is just an elaborate slide puzzle to a one-paragraph gag and I have no idea if the set-up is even worth it. But then once I get started writing things kind of start to fall into place like dominoes because I spend a lot of time overthinking the world building and the canon orz
Anyways as for editing uhhhh well!!! You have probably noticed!! I have SO MANY TYPOS IN MY CHAPTERS!!! My cat hears me say so many swears after chapters are posted :( I tend to be like constantly reading and rereading and editing... the first half of a chapter. The further I go the more excited I get to post! And the less I end up reading. So uhhh yeah if anyone ever goes back to read any fic I've ever posted EVER and you're like huh I don't remember that or huh I thought it was different yeah. yeah it was. I edited it 3 months later when I reread part and realized I had 15 typos, non-sequitors, and the worst sentence composition known to man OTL
27. your favorite part of the writing process
getting experimental with it! :') i like fucking around with imagery and description and pacing to try and see what kind of vibes i can squeeze out of something. actually i forget how long ago it was but i think my buddy isleofair sent an ask once where I went on a rant about what makes a slow burn a slow burn and ever since then I've REALLY wanted to try and write a slow burn that diagetically takes place in like. one or two hours. i have no idea how it would work but i think it would be really fun to try.
otherwise i think my favorite thing is like world building but through the little background details, like trying to squish in regional dialects or brands or in-universe entertainment franchises. I was really fucking proud of myself for Barnaby's Gatorade ad reel and his promotional coffee in Maelstrom lmfaooo or like getting so fucky with Proton's slang in my pokemon fics. Still trying to figure out how to write an entire oneshot about no one understanding what he means when he says "freezycaff."
28. your least favorite part of the writing process
>:( what do you MEAN I have to have a coherent plot!!! What do you MEAN I should probably plan to avoid plotholes!!! What do you MEAN i have to write through writer's block or take breaks when I burn out creatively!!!!! NO STOPPING ONLY VIBES ONLY GOOFS AND GAFFS!!! ONLY FICS!!!
On a more serious note. My least favorite part really is since I don't do a lot of planning beforehand :( sometimes all I got be them vibes, and getting from point a to point b can be like pulling teeth if I'm not like. manic. A lot of times I feel like I have a big picture with a lot of missing little pieces, and sometrimes I just can't figure out a satisfying way to get over it. Then the perma-hiatus hammer comes out UmU RIP in pepperonis dead fics from 2018.
Thank u again for sending!! <3
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Uhhhh how about 17?
<3
doing these how i usually do! story above cut, commentary below.
All I Need to Know - Thousand Foot Krutch
it’s underneath the shade of the palistrom tree—palistrom tree, and isn’t that something luz never thought she’d be able to say again—that mari, with her paws crossed in front of her, tilts her head into the sunlight that casts her edges in gold and says, “did we ever figure out how to make sure mami survives us graduating?”
luz pauses. “huh. i mean, i think she’s used enough to the boiling isles by now?”
mari stares at her for a long moment. “gus said they dump boiling water on the audience.”
“okay,” says luz, “but consider. do we actually believe him? ‘cause that doesn’t just kill humans, that kills, like, everyone. unless you’re king or sraf—most of the time—or firefly, i think? i think she could survive a little bit of boiling water.” luz nudges her daemon’s side. “what’s your real issue?”
mari huffs, turning away. “you can’t read my mind.”
“yes i can!” luz sing-songs, and mari rolls her eyes, but lets out a long whuff, tilting her head.
“fine,” she says, “i guess i’m just…i mean, all of this,” and she gestures with a paw to the palistrom around them, which is pretty much the best representation of how far they’ve gone in the past four years, “has been great, and i don’t want to let it go. but—we graduate. we do witch college. and then…what?”
“aww, mari.” luz flops down across her daemon, and mari grunts, trying to bite at her hair. “look at you all worried about the future. things are going to be good. we’re going to major in literally everything, continue to learn about how magic and glyphs and all that works, and king is going to follow in our footsteps, and we’re going to cry and be so proud. and wrestle him if he ever dares to usurp us as world’s coolest glyph-user. i don’t care if he’s a titan.”
mari rolls her eyes, but there’s something fond, there, too, that’s soft against the edges of luz’s mind, where their sharp bits don’t poke out so harsh anymore. “fine. fine! you’re right” she hauls herself standing and ignores luz’s giggling. “but we are reminding principal bump to not like, accidentally kill our mom somehow. quite frankly i’m still surprised hexside doesn’t have a higher body count.”
luz reaches a hand up to the sky, framing the fragile palistrom leaves between her fingers.
“it’s doing pretty good,” luz says, and she means hexside, sure, but everything else, too: at all the ways their world has changed, since they were fourteen and fighting and scared. “i’m glad we get to graduate here. together.”
“yeah, yeah.” but mari lands, small and fluffing out her feathers, on luz’s chest. “me too.”
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genuinely forgot this song was on my playlist. anyways.
post-canon stuff! now that i have the entire story written (I HAVE THE ENTIRE STORY WRITTEN, WHAT THE FUCK) i know exactly where i end in the owl house timeline, which is actually earlier than owl house canon does! as of now the fic ends about 6 months after belos's defeat. so here i decided well, let's do a lil thing around the time owl house proper ends! right before luz-mari graduate hexside.
its really interesting to write these drabbles now that the fic is done. bc like, before i was just testing things out--now i know exactly how everything goes, you know? unless i choose to ignore canon, all of these are now canon to how my fic will end! wild.
i think witch college is such a fun and cool idea. i feel like luz and mari probably will end up teaching there, at some point...glyphs are already sort of a language in owl house proper and i push that even further in my fic, so i like to think that adult luz-mari is out there teaching classes on how to translate witch-magic to glyph-magic and all the overlaps.
theres a LOT of knowledge gaps post-belos-defeat, basically. lots of stuff that was destroyed and has to be rediscovered.
also i think the idea of luz-mari king and sraf (the collector) all collabing on like, an academic paper is literally so funny. these three children are the most prominent scholars on glyphs in the entirety of the boiling isles! they do get into month-long fights over what they're suppose to call dust. stardust? sraf? dust? magic? some new word? who knows!! not them!!!
#and a grove of palistrom to you#toh#luz noceda#i write#one of my favorite things about daemon aus is actually the like#science that would come out of it#i never focus on it in-story as much as i could but in my heart that is all i want
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'Cause I Like You - Chapter Eleven - I'm Tired of Being Stuck With You
↳ Pairing: Felix x OC / Hyunjin x OC (later)
↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to friends (idiots) to lovers (probably still idiots), high school au, college au, non-idol au
↳ See Chapter One for summery
↳ Chapter warnings: Chiche heavy and I'm not sorry, long chapter, sexual tension, masturbation (f & m), ruined orgasm (poor thing), Felix your desperation is showing (he's a horny baby), dream sexy things, voyeurism?, somnophilia but not really, handjob (f & m receiving), Eunbyeol gets a little bold, cum tasting, uhhhh I think that's it.
↳ Read on my A03: Here
↳ Notes: Sorry this chapter took me so long! Grad school is absolutely destroying me, plus I work all the time, so it's been hard to find time to proofread. I'm still editing chapter 12 but it's on the way!
Sorry for taking so long on chap 10! This was a bitch to edit. Tbh I kept thinking 'it's not long enough' and then when I finished it was 14.7k words and I didn't know what to cut. So here we are. Hope you enjoy!
<;- Chapter Ten- Chapter Twelve ->
EUNBYEOL’S EYES ADJUSTED to the light, wishing that she’d stayed in the dark for a while longer. If not to stay with Felix a little longer then to get some much needed rest. Ah Joong and Jisung paid the pair no mind as they made their way back into the living room. Felix started out of the closet first without sparing Eunbyeol a second glance. Eunbyeol watched his back as she trailed behind. The muscles in his shoulders tensed and released as he walked and Eunbyeol couldn’t stand to look at him a second longer. She dropped her gaze to the floor, hoping that the torture of the evening was almost over.
Felix and Eunbyeol waited for the others to notice them as they slowly reentered the living room. Ah Joong reclaimed her spot next to Seungmin and Jisung sunk back down onto the couch next to Jiho. The TV played a K-Pop game and the other kids called out and argued over their answers. Felix and Eunbyeol stood back for a moment, glancing at each other one last time. The look in Felix’s eyes was even more unreadable than normal. Eunbyeol expected him to look angry or hurt or turned on, but instead he looked... sad. She almost reached for him, the urge to touch his arm to reassure him washed over her. Instead, she clenched her fists and turned back to her friends.
Jiho looked up and waved Eunbyeol over. Eunbyeol breathed a sigh of relief and made her way around Felix to lean over the couch by Jiho. She was happy with any excuse to get further away from him. Her heart thundered in her chest and she found herself dizzy and lightheaded. Eunbyeol leaned on the couch, grateful for some kind of steady support under her. She had very little confidence in her ability to stand unassisted.
“How was the closet?” Jiho asked innocently.
“I would thank you never to lock me in a room with him ever again.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes.
“Yeah? Well, I guess you won’t be thanking me much tonight, then.” Jiho snickered. “Turns out the closet was just the beginning.”
“What... what the hell does that mean?”
“Well... Jisung and I wanted a bedroom to ourselves, and with the addition of the boys we had to make some changes to the sleeping arrangements.”
“You mean, you and I aren’t sharing anymore? Do I need to get my stuff out of the guest room?” Eunbyeol started to move away from the couch but Jiho grabbed her friend's shoulders and pulled her back.
“No, no. Nothing like that. You’ll be in the same room, you just have a different roommate for the night.” Jiho smiled innocently, but something in her smile worried Eunbyeol more than she cared to admit.
“What have you done?”
“It wasn’t all my doing!” Jiho raised her hands in defense. “Seungmin and Ah Joong insisted on being difficult and Chohui would only accept the couch if she couldn’t have any of the beds.”
“Wait, she’s not going to share my room with me?” Eunbyeol’s eyes narrowed, not sure if she liked where this was going.
“No, she’s not- ah! That’s...” Jiho cried out, snapping her fingers in an attempt to remember the answer to the question in the game. “Shit... I think that was Monsta X’s ‘ Hero ’.”
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Eunbyeol slowly shifted her weight back onto her legs and her knees protested immediately.
“Alright, we’ll probably be turning in here, too.” Jiho grabbed Eunbyeol’s hand to squeeze it once. “Goodnight!”
“Oh, Noona, are you going to bed?” Jeongin’s head popped up and he waved, a bright smile adorning his innocent features. “Goodnight!”
Eunbyeol waved half-heartedly to the others as she started back down the hallway. A chorus of goodnights followed her as she walked. She tried to ignore the weight of Felix’s gaze on her back, but her hand moved up to rub her neck to try and erase the feeling of him there. The ache, however, persisted even as she moved out of sight. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she was hurting because she forgot to stretch after she danced earlier. She figured a couple of painkillers wouldn’t hurt.
The room she claimed for the night was small but the bed was big enough for two. She wondered which girl she’d be sharing with tonight if Jiho was going to be sleeping with Jisung. Eunbyeol’s backpack sat one one side of the bed and she grabbed it and opened it. She rummaged for a few minutes before pulling out her pajamas, a package of makeup wipes, and a bottle of painkillers. Before she even thought about changing, she opened the bottle of pills and popped two in her mouth. She reached for her water bottle, which she left on the bedside table and washed them down. She downed the contents of her bottle, not realizing just how thirsty she’d been.
Next she grabbed her package of makeup wipes and turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. Eunbyeol made a mental note to ask Ah Joong what setting spray she used because her makeup was bordering on twelve hours of activity including dancing, drinking, more dancing, and a makeout session and it still looked good. At the thought of what she’d been doing in the last few minutes, her cheeks ignited and her gaze flicked instinctively to the mark he’d pointed out.
“Shit...” Eunbyeol whispered under her breath, peering closer.
A bright red mark stood out against her skin from where it was placed just below her ear. She winced as she lifted her fingers to touch it lightly. Since it had only just happened, Eunbyeol assumed that it would only darken as the night went on. Why had she allowed Felix to give her a fucking hickey? What got into her? Luckily it wasn’t too large, only about as big as a bottle cap, but she would need to keep it covered as much as possible. Her hair would be long enough to disguise it for a while, but she had to be careful or it would get noticed. Eunbyeol grimaced at the thought but her face flushed at the mere thought of the feeling of his lips planted where the mark was.
Eunbyeol shook her head and got to work on removing her makeup. She ran the cool wipes over her entire face, paying special attention to her eyelids in order to get all of the purple off. It looked incredible, but the night was finally at its end. Finally, when all the makeup was off she turned to change into her pajamas. She couldn’t stand the mesh bodysuit or the purple crop top any longer. She exchanged them for a soft cottony t-shirt and her leather pants for a soft pair of checkered shorts. She sighed with relief as she peeled her sports bra off and slipped it into her backpack. The confining fabric had contributed in part to her aching muscles so she was glad to put it away.
She could hardly wait for the painkillers to kick in. Eunbyeol massaged the sore muscles in her arms and shoulders, sighing as she pressed her fingers into a particularly tight knot in her left shoulder. A flash of a memory invaded her brain and she remembered the way Felix had gripped her shoulder the first time he kissed her and the way his fingers dug into her skin. With that came the memory of his mouth on hers and how he took his time, memorizing her.
Once again, Eunbyeol shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. She didn’t want to think about the things that Felix made her feel over the last few minutes, but her body had other plans. Against her will, the incessant warmth in her stomach returned and she wondered if she had time to deal with it before her roommate joined her for the night.
Eunbyeol pressed her ear against the door, not wanting to open it and call attention to her movements. Outside, her friends laughed and talked about the game they just played and someone pressed play on another. On one hand, Eunbyeol wanted to join them but she desperately wanted to bring an end to the day. She’d been awake since the sun rose that morning and now it was well after midnight. She couldn’t take much more. The competition already seemed like a lifetime ago.
She turned back to the bed and got to work on tossing the plethora of decorative pillows at the end of the bed. While they were pretty, she didn’t think she could stand sleeping among them all night. The duvet was a dark blue accented with silver and one swipe of her hand along the sheets, Eunbyeol wondered what the thread count was. If Ah Joong’s family put this set in the guest room, she wondered if the sheets in the other room were as soft.
Eunbyeol finally sunk into them gratefully, her muscles relaxing immediately. She sighed warmly, laying her head on the plush pillow and closing her eyes. For a moment, she forgot about the pressing need in her abdomen and instead pure exhaustion washed over her. Her brain began to numb and her eyelids couldn’t have opened even if she wanted to. The golden glow of the lamp on the side table faded to black behind her eyelids and Eunbyeol thought she was finally getting to sleep.
Then, her lower half throbbed. Felix’s pillowy lips mouthed over her neck and her jaw and Eunbyeol let out a sigh. She could almost feel his hands pressing into her hips and his soft brown hair tickling her cheeks. The taste of him still lingered on her tongue and for a moment she was almost glad that she'd forgotten her toothbrush at home. Normally, she wasn’t one to be so careless but in the tizzy of getting ready this morning, it had slipped her mind. This afternoon, the idea of going to bed without brushing her teeth made her sick but now she didn’t hate the idea quite so much.
The reminder of Felix’s tongue working against hers and licking along her teeth made her warm all over. How could someone like Felix make her feel things like this? At some point, he’d started a fire in her stomach and everything he’d done in the last twelve hours had only made it spread. Another throb ripped through her and Eunbyeol buried her face in the pillow and let out a groan. She wanted to ignore it and fall asleep, but something told her that she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep without dealing with it first.
Without opening her eyes, Eunbyeol rolled over onto her back and took a deep breath. She wondered if she would be able to think of Younghyun while she did this and not Felix of all people. She’d actually had sex with Younghyun while she had merely kissed Felix. However, the way Felix kissed her made something stir within her and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him again.
With that thought, Eunbyeol slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear. She gasped slightly, finding herself already warm and slick. A quick nudge of her panties and she found that she’d very nearly soaked through them at the mere thought of what happened. Of course, what happened in the closet didn’t help her case at all. She remembered clamping her legs around his thigh in a desperate attempt to stave off her feelings. It took all of her self control not to grind down onto his thigh and now she wished she had.
“ Shit .” Eunbyeol gasped as she found her center easily and quickly.
She rubbed small circles on her center, slick with her own arousal. Her back arched off the bed slightly as she applied pressure and a quiet sigh escaped her lips. While she was alone and her friends were occupied with something else, she didn’t want to risk making too much noise.
Pressure rose within her and she gasped at how quickly she was about to topple over the edge. Eunbyeol figured that she’d been worked up long enough so it shouldn’t be a surprise that she was about to come after only a few minutes. Eunbyeol imagined Felix here with her again, pressing his body flush against hers and slipping his knee between her thighs. She imagined his mouth covering hers, sucking on her lips and tongue and neck, just the way he did in the closet. Eunbyeol craved his weight on her and she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel the effect she had on him. She wondered if she’d worked him up just as much and if he wanted her as much as she wanted him at this moment. She wondered if she made him hot.
“ Right there- ” Eunbyeol hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly imagining someone else’s fingers against her core.
Eunbyeol pretended that she could feel his hot breath on the side of her neck and face and his nimble fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear. Just the visual alone brought her that much closer to the edge and she sighed. For a moment, she wished they hadn’t been interrupted so rudely or that he had followed her to bed, intent on easing the need they both had stewing within them. Her imagination could only help her along so much and the pure desire to have Felix between her legs made her groan. Why, of all people, did she feel this way about him ?
She didn’t have time to worry about the ethics of her desire as her inner muscles clenched around nothing. Eunbyeol sighed, more frustrated than anything that she had to do this herself. Her high was approaching fast, the sweet feeling of her release building up within her and washing over her entire body. She could practically taste it in the back of her throat. The taste of Felix’s tongue lingered on her taste buds. She squeezed her eyes shut to ignore the noise from outside the door, presumably her friends walking up and down the hall as they got ready for bed. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to stifle the whine that bubbled up within her as her peak began to overtake her.
Her thighs and inner muscles twitched as the wave came to a crest and she released her lip to let out a sigh at the feeling. However, before her high washed over her, the bedroom door cracked open.
Light from the hallway streamed in and Eunbyeol’s eyes snapped open and she retracted her hand from her shorts, her high fading quickly. She gasped and rolled back onto her side, squeezing her eyes closed and pretending to be asleep. The door opened wider and she could hear the voices of Jiho, Jisung, and Minjeong in the hallway. Eunbyeol sighed with relief. Minjeong was a good roommate, Eunbyeol shared a room with her and Jiho when they traveled to Daegu for a dance competition in sophomore year. Minjeong would keep to herself and she wouldn’t hog the blankets. Eunbyeol rolled over, grateful that she lucked out with a roommate.
“ Fuck, really ?” A deep voice whispered. Eunbyeol’s eyes shot open once more and she glanced over her shoulder and her heart sank into her stomach at the sight of the boy standing in the doorway. “Come on guys, there’s really no other place for me to sleep?”
“Not unless you want to third wheel us or Ah Joong and Seungmin.” Jisung shrugged pointedly. “Honestly, you’re the safest there. Look, she’s already asleep. It’s only a few hours!”
“Come on, I can’t take the couch?” Felix protested. “I don’t want to bother her. She’s already had a long day and she doesn’t need me to ruin it any more.”
“Look at you, being all chivalrous and shit. Just suck it up, you look exhausted.”
“I think Chohui is on the couch, if you wanted to join her instead!” Jiho suggested and Felic blanched in disgust.
“If I wasn’t about to pass out, I would put up more of a fight, but I swear to god I’m going to kick your ass, Jisung-ah.” Felix rasped before shutting the door in his face.
He stood there for a few minutes, breathing slowly and gathering his thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to fuck up things between them even more. He wondered how bad sleeping in the same room would be. Eunbyeol waited for a few minutes until she was sure that the others outside had finally moved on before speaking up.
“Apparently they thought seventeen minutes wasn’t enough, huh?” Eunbyeol spoke and Felix nearly jumped out of his skin, crying out in surprise to see that she wasn’t asleep.
“You’re not sleeping?” Felix tried, his question coming out more like a statement.
“No.” Eunbyeol sighed, subtly wiping her damp fingers on her shorts before sliding her legs over the side of the bed. “What the hell do they think is going to happen if they keep putting us in a room together? I, personally, don’t see us making up.”
“Making up?” Felix scoffed. “I could never imagine such generosity from you.”
“Please, don’t pretend like you’re an innocent little angel either.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. She started to move past him to the door, but he grasped her wrist and pulled her to a stop.
“What, do you think that I’d do this if I had any other choice?”
“Christ. First they expect us to get all cozy in that stupid closet and now they expect us to spend the night together? I don’t think I could spend another second with your stupid... fucking... ears and your dumb face. I’m gonna go find a warm section of floor to sleep on or something.” Eunbyeol tried to pull out of his grasp but his grip tightened and he pulled her to face him. Felix moved just right to put his body between her and the door. He chose to ignore her sloppy insults, figuring that she was just tired.
“First of all, we did get comfortable in the closet, in case you forgot already. I don’t intend to let you ignore it after you ignored it the first time we did that. Second of all, if you’re stuck in here with me then I’m definitely stuck in here with you. Let’s just suffer through it for one night. Sharing the bed can’t be that bad, can it?”
“Don’t expect me to get comfortable again, pretty boy.” Eunbyeol sneered, trying to pull her wrist away but he was stronger than he looked. “Look, I don’t know about you but I’m too fucking tired to argue with those assholes or with you. You can sleep on the floor.”
“I’m getting real tired of your attitude.” Felix’s voice dropped an octave when he switched from speaking Korean to English and he pulled her a step closer. Wordlessly, he reached back and turned the lock on the doorknob. Eunbyeol’s eyes widened but she didn’t protest. “It’s like you’re begging me to fuck it out of you.”
“I bet you’d like that, huh? You boys are all the same, thinking with the wrong brain.” Eunbyeol leaned closer to him once he faced her again, staring at him with anger brewing in her eyes. At least, she hoped that her slight interest in his proposal wasn’t apparent on her face. After she’d failed to satisfy the aching within her, she needed relief somehow. “Unfortunately for you, you’ll never get the chance.”
“So, you don’t like it when I touch you like this?” Felix reached for her, his body taking action before his brain could give it the stamp of approval. Despite his exhaustion after the long day weighing down his muscles, his need to touch her weighed his heart down more.
Felix dropped her wrist in favor of curling his hand around her waist to the small of her back and his other hand slipped to the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him. Eunbyeol’s hands snapped up, finding purchase on his shoulders to keep their chests a few inches apart. Despite the anger bubbling under the surface, her body wanted more. Her skin warmed under his touch and her thighs clenched at the thought of getting what she’d fantasized about only a few minutes ago. Felix’s eyes were dark from the intensity and Eunbyeol’s mind raced as she tried to figure out her next move. In the closet, the last look he’d given her had been so desperate and nowhere near the look of angry horniess that radiated off of him now. What happened?
“I’m with Younghyun.” She forced the words from her throat but he scoffed in response.
“You just said you weren’t exclusive with him. Besides, it didn’t seem to bother you when you were hanging off of me in the closet.”
“What has gotten into your tiny little head tonight?” Eunbyeol breathed.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Felix cocked his head and pulled her against him harder, leaning down to whisper in her ear with the deepest version of his voice. “ You have. ”
“ Shit. ” Eunbyeol tensed in his arms against her will and she wondered if she would have the bandwidth to refuse him. Never in a million years did she think that Felix of all people would be propositioning her, and more than that she never thought that she would be considering it.
“Sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you again.” Felix breathed, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he spoke. “I was just thinking about how I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands off you if we ever got to be alone again.”
A few weeks ago, if someone told her that she would want to kiss him again just as badly, she would have laughed at them. There’s no way she could ever want to kiss Lee Felix on his obnoxiously perfect lips or want him so much. She’d spent at least the last ten years hating the guy. Despite how much she despised him, Eunbyeol found herself curling closer to his body against her will. She cursed her body for betraying her mind. The cliche of being in a locked room together was almost too much but she didn’t have it in her to care.
“This is a bad idea.” Eunbyeol managed to whisper and Felix chuckled darkly against the skin of her neck as he peppered light kisses on her skin, the noise vibrating through her, before he pulled back to look her in the eye. His breath tickled her lips as he spoke.
“Forcing us in another room together? Yeah, probably. Does Younghyun kiss you as good as I do?” Felix’s question hung in the air for a second as it turned over in Eunbyeol’s tired brain. Felix smirked. “He doesn’t, huh? Does he know you like it when you get your hair pulled or when I bite your lip?”
Felix tugged lightly at the hair at the base of her neck to prove a point, pulling her head back slightly and Eunbyeol’s lips parted in a silent gasp. Felix chased her, leaning down to hover his mouth a few short centimeters away from hers. He watched her for a moment, waiting to see consent in her eyes before he took things further. Despite talking big, he at least respected her boundaries. That much she could give him.
Turmoil swirled in her eyes as she debated whether or not to go forward with it again. Could she do this again? Eunbyeol hadn’t thought she could go through with kissing him in the closet, but something within her gave in. Would the same thing happen now? Could she go through with what her body craved so badly?
“He cares about me.” Eunbyeol choked, but it didn’t appear to deter Felix in the slightest.
“Now every time you kiss someone else, I bet you’ll be thinking of me, huh? I just know it. Look at how you can’t stop looking at my lips.” Felix rambled on, content on indulging his own fantasies more than the truth. However, Felix had no idea just how true his statement was.
“Felix...” She whispered and Felix pulled back slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern more than anger.
“Can I kiss you?” Felix whispered, as if he hadn’t had his tongue down her throat barely an hour ago.
“Felix... I think...” Eunbyeol swallowed thickly, unable to believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. “I think we should sleep off the alcohol. I’ve had an eighteen hour day. I can’t do this anymore.”
Felix’s grip loosened immediately, letting his fingers graze the skin of her neck and waist for a moment longer before pulling away completely. His hands fell to his sides and Eunbyeol dropped hers and turned away from him. Eunbyeol turned to the bed and pretended to fix the blankets a little. She didn’t think she could stomach changing the parameters of their relationship anymore. If they did anything physically like that, they would have to actually put a label on it. She wasn’t interested in being involved with Lee Felix anymore than she already was.
“I’m sorry.” Felix breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Eunbyeol pretended not to hear him.
“There are enough pillows on the floor, you can sleep there.” Eunbyeol cleared her throat, reaching to the other side of the bed and grabbing one of the larger pillows to pass to him.
“Hell no, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Felix shook his head. “My back already hurts. And besides, I won today so I should get the bed.”
“As if. I’m certainly not sleeping on the floor. I lost today, so you should let me have it.”
“Would you murder me if I suggest that we just share it? It’s big enough to where we can stick to either side. Besides, I don’t snore so you’ll forget I’m even there.” Felix argued his case and Eunbyeol pretended to consider it for a few seconds.
“Absolutely not. Why would I want to share a bed with someone who just said he wanted to fuck me?” Eunbyeol snapped, turning to him and crossing her arms over her chest. She suddenly wished that she hadn’t taken her bra off.
“I swear that I won’t touch you.” Felix’s hands flew up as if to show her that he had control over them. “I won’t touch you ever again if that’s what you want. Look, there are enough pillows to make a wall. You don’t even have to look at me.”
“Fuck this, I’ll just go find a place on the floor to sleep.” Eunbyeol pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Goodnight, Felix.”
“Come on, now.” His voice softened and he stepped between her and the door. “You look exhausted. Let’s just build the Wall of China with that ridiculous amount of decorative pillows and go to sleep. We’re both clearly way too tired for this.”
“Damn it.” Eunbyeol squeezed her eyes shut, her exhaustion making them tear up a little. Felix, for once, had a point. Her entire body ached and she longed to just lay down and sleep. The idea of searching the apartment for another place to sleep made her even more tired. “Okay, fine, but I swear to god if there is any funny business, you’ll be sleeping on the bathroom floor in record time.”
“Oh, thank you! I promise I’ll be good!” Felix clasped his hands together before making a dive for the pillows that Eunbyeol had thrown on the floor haphazardly.
“Whatever.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes but ultimately moved over to grab a couple pillows to help him build the barrier. She paused to pull her hair back into a ponytail and got to work.
Together, they located the center of the bed and carefully arranged the pillows to allow for optimum space on the mattress to sleep without feeling walled in. For the second time in their lives, Felix and Eunbyeol collaborated on a task together. The decorative pillows were in many shapes and sizes, which made for really awkward building blocks. However, Felix used the larger pillows as a foundation for the others and they slowly built it from large to small. The wall would only come to about their knees in terms of length and they could still somewhat see over it when they laid down, but it was better than nothing. Eunbyeol figured this was more than enough to keep him away from her.
“Do you snore?” Eunbyeol demanded as she slipped back under the blankets. Her head spun with the fact that in mere moments, Felix would be under the same blankets.
“No one’s ever told me one way or the other.” Felix shrugged, making his way to the other side of the bed and hesitating. “Do you?”
“I don’t think I snore too badly.” Eunbyeol shrugged. “If you do snore-”
“I’ll be sleeping on the floor in the bathroom before I can protest, yes I know.” Felix eyed the bedsheets and pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. He shifted from foot to foot, wondering just how he was supposed to survive the next eight hours.
“Aren’t you getting in?”
“I... I dunno. I don’t... exactly sleep in jeans.”
“I’d say I wouldn’t wish sleeping in jeans on my worst enemy, but...”
“Or... anything for that matter.”
“Ew!” Eunbyeol threw one of the top decorative pillows at him but he caught it easily. His face burned a deep shade of scarlet.
“I just... don’t think I’ll be comfortable.”
“Lee Felix, we’re already doing this ridiculous thing I’ve literally only ever seen on TV. Sleeping with clothes on shouldn’t be that much of an issue.” Eunbyeol crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him. Felix held the pillow to his chest as he shifted his weight. He eyed the bed for a few minutes before glancing up at her with pleading eyes.
“Come on...”
“Fine.” Eunbyeol swallowed thickly. “You can pick one. Either your shirt or your jeans can come off, but not both. Just... don’t make me watch.”
With that, Eunbyeol sank under the blankets and covered her head with them. Despite not being able to see him, she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to drown out the outside world. She silently cursed every single event leading up to this moment and she wondered what kind of horrible thing she did in her past life to deserve her own personal hell. Or at least being trapped in this bedroom with him. Her eyes and her thighs squeezed together even tighter at the quiet sound of Felix’s metal zipper and the shuffling of fabric as he pushed his pants down his legs.
“Wait, I thought you weren’t wearing underwear!” Eunbyeol gasped at the noise.
“Jisung gave me a pair of his earlier and told me I disgusted him.” Felix offered a weak explanation.
Then, against her will, the bed dipped on the other side and her entire body tensed. Despite her exhaustion, Eunbyeol was suddenly unsure if she would be able to get any sleep tonight at all. Her face burned and she wondered if it was due in part to Felix being here or because her head was still buried under the blankets. The idea of Felix being in the same bed was more than enough to drive her to the edge and now she was forced to face the reality of it. She hoped that she would never have to deal with this, but the world was against her. The blankets rustled and the bed shook as Felix adjusted and carefully inspected the wall of pillows between them. He cleared his throat and slowly slipped deeper into the bed until he laid completely horizontally.
Only once she was sure that he was completely settled did Eunbyeol pull her face out from under the blankets. She laid on her back, staring up at the plain white ceiling for a few minutes, focusing on the pace of her breathing and trying to keep it a desynced with his as possible. She glanced over at the wall of pillows and for a brief moment she wondered what he looked like on the other side. Instinctively, her tongue darted out to run over her lower lip and she winced immediately. Eunbyeol let out a heaving sigh and turned her gaze back to the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” Felix’s low voice almost made her gasp in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to speak again.
“Um, yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Well... goodnight, I guess.” Felix cleared his throat. “Are you going to leave the light on?”
“Do you want me to leave it on?” Eunbyeol glanced up at the lamp on the side table that cast a soft golden glow through the room.
“It’s whatever you wanna do, but I’d prefer it off.”
“Oh, I’ll turn it off. I left it on so my roommate wouldn’t have to creep around.” Eunbyeol rolled over and reached for the switch. In seconds, the room plunged into darkness.
“Well...” Felix trailed off for a few seconds. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Eunbyeol cleared her throat and settled down so her back faced the wall of pillows.
It took a few seconds for her eyes to close, but eventually they grew too heavy to keep open. Despite the barrier between them, she could sense where his weight dipped into the mattress. The soft sound of his steady breathing filled the air and she found herself unable to pay attention to anything else. The apartment stayed silent beyond the door of the guest room, and Eunbyeol figured that the others finally went to bed themselves.
For the first time since they were kids, Eunbyeol found herself on an even plane with Felix. Both literally and metaphorically. Nearly everything was out in the open between them, although there were some things Eunbyeol kept to herself. If their time in the closet had proved anything, it was that her feelings for him weren’t entirely negative. She couldn’t completely tell what those feelings were specifically, but she almost didn’t want to explore them. Something about the way Felix touched her made her think that maybe he didn’t entirely hate her either.
Felix’s fingers were soft to the touch, and despite the roughness of his mouth he never once matched it with his hands. Sure, he held on tight, but not with intent to bruise or to hurt. He touched her as if he was touching a precious work of art as opposed to her skin. His lips behaved similarly, even at the apex of the intensity he hadn’t kissed her with an end goal in mind. Maybe he talked big, but Eunbyeol realized with a quiet gasp that Felix never had any intention to follow through. If she’d gone along with it then maybe he would have, but his kisses and touches weren’t meant to persuade her. Something about that thought made her warm up a little more. She blamed it on the wall of pillows, which helped contain her body heat under the blankets.
However, before she could think about it too much more, her brain began to drift. Her thoughts lingered on the events of the evening, the games they played, and the overall event of the talent show. Had the competition really happened that afternoon? A million years had passed since then. A million years since Younghyun had touched her. Eunbyeol forced herself to think about the bear hug he’d given her after she danced, reminding herself that she liked him way more than Lee Felix... Before she knew it, Eunbyeol drifted off, finding happiness in her dreams.
Endless doors, leading to endless new places. Through the first one, Eunbyeol finds the auditorium where they’d performed only a few hours ago. On stage, her friends dance without her and she tries to get up to them. The stairs are blocked by something she cannot make out, so she tries the stage door.
The stage door leads her to the classroom. Outside the window, it’s dark and stormy but she feels each roll of thunder deep in her core. Eunbyeol wondered why she could feel the storm within her and she moved to look out the window. In the courtyard, someone stood with her pink umbrella keeping them dry from the rain. Somehow, Eunbyeol knew she had to try to get to them.
The door to the classroom normally slid side to side, but this time it was stuck. She pushed it and moved her hands around until her hands came in contact with a doorknob. Strange. Her classroom door didn’t have one. Despite that, Eunbyeol turned it and pushed through.
Through the classroom door, she found herself in a dark hallway. The only light streamed in from a crack in an open door a few steps away. Eunbyeol floated down the hallway towards the light, sure that the next door would take her somewhere new. Eunbyeol placed her hand on the door and pushed it open slightly.
Through the small gap, Ah Joong’s bathroom came into view and at first glance it was empty. But then she heard it.
“A-ah! Fuck!” A deep voice called from within. Eunbyeol paused, not pushing the door open any further. Carefully, she peered through the crack in the door and her eyes widened in surprise.
Felix stood in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet with one hand on the wall to support himself. Eunbyeol glanced away, pressing her back against the wall next to the door, thinking that she’d suddenly walked in on something disgusting, but then he made another noise. A low groan came from the back of his throat, along with a quiet gasp that Eunbyeol wouldn’t have paid much attention to if it hadn’t been her name.
“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix sighed.
Curiosity is a fickle thing. Once someone wants to know something, the itch never really goes away until it’s satiated and they learn what they set out to. For Eunbyeol, the curiosity began when she sensed Felix keeping his pelvis away from her when they were in the closet. When something nudged her hip bone when he held her in their temporarily shared bedroom, her mouth watered with curiosity. Despite her turning him down, it wasn’t that she didn’t want it.
Slowly, Eunbyeol peered around the corner into the bathroom. She half expected the dream to change and for the bathroom door to lead somewhere else. However, there he stood. Felix with his toned legs and his pale blue t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame. Eunbyeol’s gaze traveled down the expanse of his jaw to his neck, which shimmered with a light sheen of sweat. Eunbyeol’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, but it was no use. Her mouth ran dry as her eyes drifted lower.
Felix’s boxers were pushed down below his hips, just enough for him to have his rock hard cock pulled out and his hand wrapped around it. Eunbyeol swallowed thickly as she watched Felix’s hand pump his own length, occasionally giving special attention to his light pink head. Her mouth watered as she eyed his light brown cock, wondering just how she could dream it up with such realism. Had she really wanted him this badly all day?
“Fuck just like that...” Felix moaned.
The persistent throb in her lower belly had yet to go away. Somehow she’d managed to fall asleep, but this was an unfortunate side effect of going to bed horny and without the orgasm she’d tried for before she went to sleep. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel the heat of him in her hands, in her mouth, and between her legs. She wanted Felix’s fingers curled around her throat while his other hand made its way into her underwear. She wanted him to tell her how wet she was and all for him. Eunbyeol wanted to touch him the same, to feel the way his hot skin burned under her touch. She ached to hear his deep groans in her ear.
“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix moaned again.
Before her brain could stop her voice box, Eunbyeol responded. Besides, it was a dream, what’s the worst that could happen?
“Yes?” her voice came out like a gasp.
Felix let out a strangled gasp and he turned away from her. He roughly pulled his underwear back up and hid his pretty cock from her. Eunbyeol stepped into the bathroom almost as if her brain was working on autopilot and kicked the door shut behind her. Felix shuffled a step away but she took another one toward him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Felix’s low voice rumbled through the small room, sending a wave of heat through her.
“You called for me? Do you want help with that?” Eunbyeol nodded to where Felix was using both of his hands to cover his hard-on.
“I... what?” Felix stared at her like she’d just arrived from Mars.
“Looks like you were getting close. Would you rather it was my hand? Is that why you called out my name?” Eunbyeol’s bold words made Felix do a double take.
“I... it’s not what it looks like! I just-”
“You sure you don’t want my help?” Eunbyeol took another step forward, but this time Felix didn’t back away. She advanced until she was a mere breath away from him. Her hands reached up and rested on his chest. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“I... yes...” Felix’s breath fanning across her face.
Slowly, Eunbyeol moved her hands lower and lower down his chest. Her fingers pressed into every dip and swell of his abs on the way down. Felix let out a groan when her fingers grazed the band of his underwear. Her nails caught on the top of the band and she snapped the elastic against his skin slightly before shifting lower. Eunbyeol pressed her palm into his clothed cock and he let out a moan that sounded half like a sob.
“You’re so sensitive.” Eunbyeol complimented, shifting forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. Since it was a dream, she decided to tell him her thoughts. “You know, I wanted so badly to let you take my clothes off earlier... I wanted to let you touch me and kiss me in secret places.”
“Fuck, sweetheart...” Felix huffed. He tucked his nose into her neck to press his lips onto the mark he’d created earlier.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you and take your pretty cock into my mouth.” Eunbyeol breathed. Instantly, a warm dampness stickied her fingers as she pumped his cock through his underwear. For a moment, she thought he’d cum from her words alone but when she refocused she found it to be only precum. “You’d like that, huh?”
“God, yes. Please... touch me.”
Eunbyeol, all propriety thrown out the window, slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers to grip his hard on. Instantly, Felix let out a keening moan. His hands moved to curl around her and pull her against him. Eunbyeol worked her hand up and down his shaft, using her thumb to spread his warm precum around. Felix kept releasing light gasps and quiet moans into the skin of her neck.
“Don’t keep your hands all to yourself, Yongbok...” Eunbyeol used her free hand to grab one of his. She easily guided it to the waistband of her sleep shorts. His fingers grazed the skin of her stomach. “Feel what you do to me.”
“Really? What in the hell has gotten into you tonight?” Felix rasped against her skin.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Eunbyeol mirrored the words he’d used in the bedroom only moments before. She whispered them directly into the shell of his ear. “You have.”
With that, Felix slid his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, pushed his way under her panties and let her warm slick coat his fingers. His fingers danced through her folds, coated in her thick arousal. He spread it around, rubbing in small circles until he found the spot that made her gasp. He rolled her clit between two fingers and her knees began to tremble. Eunbyeol released a desperate gasp and turned to press her lips against his neck . The saltiness of his sweat coated her tongue but it was nowhere near enough. She wanted to taste more of him.
She rubbed her thumb into his tip deeply, causing him to moan. She was positive that this Dream Felix could feel her gush even more wetness on his fingers at the noise. She pulled her hand from his boxers and pulled her head away to make eye contact with him. She looked him deep in the eye as she stuck her tongue out and sucked on the tip of her thumb, lapping up his precum readily. Felix followed her lead and pulled his hand from her shorts. He mirrored her, sticking his fingers into his mouth to taste her. His eyes darkened immediately when her taste hit his tongue.
“Fuck,” Felix moaned.
In one swift movement, Felix looped his arms around her and turned her around to press her against the wall of the small bathroom. He removed one of his hands from around her to push her shorts and panties down her thighs before moving to glide through her folds again. This time, he didn’t stop at her clit and pushed one of his fingers past her entrance. She moaned out at the intrusion and her head fell back against the wall. She closed her eyes, letting the all-too-real feeling of the dream wash over her.
Eunbyeol replaced her hand as well. She pushed his boxers down his legs so as to not strain her wrist and wrapped her hand around his cock once more.
For a few sinful moments, all that mattered was her hand on Felix’s dick and his fingers inside her. In the realm of the dream, she could indulge in the fantasy of wanting him so badly she could barely contain herself. She wished they were laying down so they could take their time together, but when the heel of Felix’s hand ground into her clit she knew she would have to cum now. This couldn’t wait.
“Ugh, your hand feels so much better than mine...” Felix mumbled into her ear. His teeth nipped at her earlobe before moving to nip against the mark he’d made on her neck earlier. “I love seeing you all marked up for me.”
“Felix, don’t stop.” Her voice grew a little high pitched the closer she got to falling over the edge.
Eunbyeol let out a gasp when the tips of his fingers hit a sweet spot inside her. She rolled her hips forward and Felix took the sign to seek out the same spot again. Eunbyeol worked her hand along his length a little quicker. She made it a point to squeeze the pretty pink head of his cock every time she passed it. Each squeeze made Felix moan deliciously in her ear and buck his hips into her hand.
They moved together, gyrating their hips into the other’s hand as they desperately chased the friction. Felix began to pant wetly into her ear and she had an idea of what that might mean. His moans grew higher pitched the closer he got to his release and his fingers stuttered within her as he tried to keep it together. Eunbyeol, on the other hand, was beginning to clench and twitch on his fingers as her climax grew. She whined desperately when Felix pulled his digits out of her in favor of circling her clit. However, when Eunbyeol bucked into his hand he got the idea and pushed two fingers back inside her drenched center.
“You’re dripping all over my hand, sweetheart.” Felix’s low voice reverberated through her, “I can’t wait to drink you up.”
“I’m gonna-” Eunbyeol let out a strained gasp as her core tightened.
“Do it, sweetheart. Cum on my hand and let everyone know how good I make you feel.” Felix dipped back down to suck on her neck and that was all it took.
A wave of red heat washed over her and Eunbyeol moaned loudly, like he requested. Her head fell back onto the wall. The movements of her hand faltered as Felix pumped his fingers into her tight hole to ride out her high. Her walls clenched and fluttered as they took the overstimulation.
“God, you’re so tight and you clench so hard! I wish that was my cock instead.”
At his words, Eunbyeol took to focusing on his pleasure. She wanted to make Dream Felix feel as good as he’d just made her feel. After the most vivid dream orgasm she’d ever had, she wanted to make him cum, too. As Eunbyeol pumped him harder, Felix’s own hand faltered until he couldn’t focus well enough to keep pleasuring her. She didn’t care. She looked down at the space between them where her hand worked him. She swirled her tongue in her mouth to gather enough saliva before spitting it into her hand. Felix moaned again at the extra lubrication.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” Felix muttered. He retracted his hand and wrapped his arms around her to hold her as close as possible while still giving her room to work with him.
“I want you to cum. I wanna taste it.” Eunbyeol whispered sensually into his ear.
Getting an idea, Felix brought the hand he used to fuck her up to his face. He stuck his tongue out and slid his index and middle finger past his lips. Her sweet taste immediately coated his tongue. Somehow that was all it took.
A keening moan ripped out of him and he threw his head back as white ropes of cum shot onto Eunbyeol’s hand and thighs. Felix moaned what she thought was her name but she was too far gone to hear him properly. His jaw flexed and Adam's apple bobbed. His eyes squeezed shut and his beautiful lips glistened with the remainder of her release. She really hoped she would remember this dream in the morning. Felix thrusted weakly into her hand a few more times to ride out the orgasm before Eunbyeol finally moved her hand away.
They made eye contact as Eunbyeol brought her hand to her lips and lapped up the drops of pearly cum that landed on her skin. Felix watched her with hooded eyes. She stared at him through her lashes. She hummed at his salty taste and Felix thought for sure he could cum again.
With that thought, Felix immediately dropped to his knees. Eunbyeol gasped at the loss of his body heat, but she had enough of it herself to keep a whole city warm during winter. Felix gently grabbed the sides of her thighs before slowly leaning in to kiss her skin. He peppered dozens of kisses on each thigh, sticking his tongue out every so often to taste his salty cum mixed with the sweetness of her skin. His hands moved lower until they curled in the waistband of her shorts and underwear. He looked up at her as he trailed his kisses closer and closer to her core, as if asking permission to touch her more.
“Felix...” Eunbyeol squirmed in his touch. He landed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her hip, where her leg met her waist. “Felix, wait...”
Felix retracted his mouth and looked up at her, waiting for permission. Permission that she wasn’t ready to grant.
“Can I taste you?”
“I... I can’t... I have to... I can’t do this.” Eunbyeol took her shorts and underwear from him and pulled them up over her hips. Felix rose to his feet, but she couldn’t stay here any longer.
Felix let her go without saying another word.
Eunbyeol threw open the bathroom door and found herself in a grassy meadow.
The clouds painted beautiful pictures on their canvas of sapphire blue. The sun beamed through the trees, turning the leaves various shades of green and gold. Eunbyeol made her way to a blanket in the middle of the meadow and laid down on it.
The red and white checkered blanket beneath her made a soft barrier between her body and the plush green grass beneath her. Various species of pink and red flowers dotted the grassy area between the trees. The picnic basket beside her overflowed with fruit, mostly apples and pears that spilled out over the blanket. For some reason, the basket also had a large plastic bottle of coca-cola sticking out of it, though there were no drinking glasses in sight. Deer and rabbits meandered around the small clearing, sometimes moving closer to the blanket but never stepping foot on it. A tiger wove in and out of the trees but for some reason, its presence didn’t alarm her.
Eunbyeol sighed contentedly, draping her forearm over her eyes to block out the sun. The warm breeze tickled her skin and she wondered if it was maybe a little too warm. She made no move to get up and leave her sanctuary. The voices of her friends came and went, moving into the space and encouraging her to get up and join them as they ventured somewhere else but Eunbyeol had no desire to move.
“Come on, there’s a sale at the makeup store!” Ah Joong called from the left.
“Eunbyeol-ah, we have to study for finals!” Chohui cried from above.
“You’re going to be late for dance practice!” Jiho reminded her from the right.
“My love, let’s get some rest, you deserve it.” Younghyun’s voice cut through the calls of the others. “Don’t open your eyes, dear. Sleep.”
Gentle hands cupped the back of her head and lifted it up a little. She adjusted to let someone slide their body under hers. Moments later, Younghyun’s strong thigh served as a pillow for her and she settled in. Eunbyeol turned onto her side and hummed in delight when he began to thread his fingers through her hair. Younghyun stroked her hair slowly, sometimes letting his thumb sweep over her cheek. She relaxed fully into his touch. She nuzzled into his thigh. Somehow her exhaustion from the outside world pressed down on her even in the sleeping world.
Birds sang in the trees and the warm breeze blew the floral, orangey scent from the flowers into her face. Eunbyeol never wanted to leave. Between the warm sun, soft blankets, abundance of fruit, and laying in Younghyun’s embrace, Eunbyeol wondered for a moment if she went to heaven. It was as if laying here under the sun with him and the orgasm she’d just had lifted the weight of the world from her shoulders.
Her eyes opened for a moment to look up at the boy. Through blurry lenses, she could make out his lean form and his arm extending towards her. His soft fingers caressed her skin, warming it under his touch and she leaned into him. Eunbyeol’s heavy eyes closed again and she descended into the darkness. Night began to creep into her serene meadow, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the pair. Younghyun continued to caress her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
“You did so well today. You’re so beautiful, you know that? I wish I could tell you that more often, but I’m afraid to. I’m so proud of you, and I want so badly to call you mine. Wow, I like you so much, sometimes it scares me. I want to be with you more than you know. No, no, don’t wake up, darling. Go back to sleep, beautiful, you deserve to rest.” Younghyun mumbled, his voice taking on a rich timbre.
His hand came to rest on her cheek, which somehow helped her fall deeper into her in-dream trance. Eunbyeol sighed deeply, allowing herself the moment without any thought of the outside world. She shifted closer to his body and reached for him, not wanting to keep her hands to herself anymore. Her hand rested on his firm thigh, unable to reach much higher.
Like this, she laid with him and listened to the steady chirping of the crickets and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees.
The sun peeked over the horizon all too soon.
Eunbyeol shifted, letting the blankets ride up over her shoulder a little more. The white light of day seeped beneath her eyelids, warning her that daytime finally arrived. She groaned quietly, wishing that the guest room had slightly thicker curtains. She squeezed her eyes closed in an attempt to block out the morning light. Eunbyeol drifted off for a few more minutes like this before she instinctively started to turn to face away from the window since the wall of pillows did nothing to shield her from the sun.
However, a hand on her cheek kept her firmly in place and prevented her from rolling over. Eunbyeol let out a quiet gasp, suddenly afraid to open her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds before she risked slightly opening one eye. Immediately, both eyes shot open and she swallowed thickly when she realized just whose hand kept her in place.
Felix laid on his side with both hands extended out towards her. His eyes remained closed and his breath stayed even. Eunbyeol breathed a sigh of relief to find him still asleep. Through the night, the Wall of China between them collapsed. The pillows were shoved down, forming a pile at the foot of the bed. Felix somehow had one of them shoved between his knees. One of his arms was tucked under her neck and her cheek rested on his forearm. His other arm extended over and somehow during the night his palm found home on her cheek.
Eunbyeol’s eyes widened as she followed the path of her own arm, suddenly realizing that it wasn’t curled into her chest. Instead, it tangled with his in the gap between them and her hand rested on his chest. His muscles were firm under her fingers and she was suddenly glad that he’d chosen to keep his shirt on.
Despite the awkwardly angled touches between them, Felix’s eyes were closed and his breathing was even. His pink lips were slightly parted to let his shallow breath in and out. His chest heaved and sank beneath her fingers. Felix’s brown locks hung in his face and over his eyes, but didn’t do much to conceal his dainty eyelashes or sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks.
She watched him for a moment as he slept, ignoring the odd pressure of his hand on her face. Eunbyeol did her best to keep her breathing even, despite the fact that her heart rate was beginning to climb. It wasn’t as if this was the first time they’d been so close in the last twenty four hours, but something about it struck her as something unique to them. As far as she could remember, Felix didn’t make much of a habit of touching her but last night had apparently unlocked something in him.
Before they went to sleep, he said he’d never touch her again in order to sleep in the bed with her and she was surprised with how quickly he went back on his word. It was as if he wasn’t afraid to touch her anymore. Like something had been holding him back and now it was gone. She almost didn’t mind... for some reason. After the dream she had last night, she craved his touch almost as much as he apparently craved her. She wondered if she imagined the sweet smell of sex lingering between them.
Felix stirred suddenly and his eyebrows furrowed. Eunbyeol’s eyes snapped shut and she held as still as possible for a moment, waiting for him to move again. She breathed as quietly as possible, forcing away an instinctive wince when Felix shifted. The soft navy sheets bent to his will as he leaned half an inch closer, causing his hand to move slightly along her cheek. His grip there didn’t feel deliberate, as if he was simply stretching his arms out and her face happened to be in the way of his natural trajectory. If that truly was the case, she wondered how his other arm managed to slip under her neck.
Eunbyeol kept her eyes closed as Felix’s muscles tensed and relaxed under her own unconscious touch. From the way his breath heaved, she realized she was not the only one coming out of sleep. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, Felix would awaken to see their predicament and leave the situation first. Perhaps then maybe she could escape their entanglement with some dignity. She hoped that perhaps sleep would reclaim her and she would wake up and this encounter would turn out to be a dream.
Fate, however, did not seem to be on her side. Just when she thought that maybe it was a false alarm and Felix was still asleep, his thumb moved. The first brush made her think for one last second that he was still waking up, but then his hand shifted again.
Felix’s fingers traced her cheek slowly. The pads of his fingers gently brushed her cheek. He followed the line of her cheekbone and his digits danced over the arch of her ear, trailing back down along her jaw. Eunbyeol tried to keep her breath steady but a gasp caught in her throat when his soft fingers cupped her cheek again, his palm pressing flush against her skin.
“Are you sleeping?” Felix murmured, his husky morning voice causing a chemical reaction within her that she wasn’t interested in. “I guess you are.”
For a moment, they stayed still like this. Eunbyeol kept her eyes closed and Felix kept his hand on her face. Against her will, her hand tensed against where she had it pressed to his chest. At this, Felix jumped slightly and the pillow dipped as if he was suddenly noticing her hand for the first time.
“What the...” Felix continued, careful to keep his voice low so as not to wake her, “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one reaching out at least... I wish we could stay like this all day...”
Sorry what? I don’t think I caught that. Eunbyeol wanted to retort, but she also kind of wanted to hear what he had to say.
“Are you really asleep?” He paused for a moment. “Okay, good. I just wanted to say... I meant it... everything I said. Everything we did meant something to me. I’m sorry, I know I keep talking and I know you don’t like that but... I can’t help it. I really wish you didn’t hate me and I wish it didn’t have to be like this. You... you’re so...” His grip on her tightened slightly and Eunbyeol wasn’t sure how long she could keep on acting. “And sometimes I wonder if I even deserve positive feelings from you at all. I know I’ve done some stupid shit and I know you have your things, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to let you go. I hate that you hate me, and I wish I could just-”
“HEY!” Jisung’s loud voice materialized outside the door, followed by a few loud bangs that caused both kids to nearly jump out of their skins. Eunbyeol’s eyes shot open and she turned to look at the door, ignoring the warm imprint of Felix’s hand on her cheek. Felix took the opportunity to pull his other arm out from under her. “Wake up, lovebirds! Ah Joong has pancake mix but she’s burned like three batches and I have it on good authority that you make good pancakes.”
“What the hell?” Felix called back, “Seungmin and I burned the shit out of the last batch we made.”
“So you guys are awake! Jagiya, I told you they’d be awake!”
“We’re awake now !” Eunbyeol protested, faking a massive yawn that steadily turned into a real one over its duration.
“Yo, Felix.” Jisung continued, his cadence changing somewhat as he spoke his next words in English. “Why is the door locked?”
At this, Felix and Eunbyeol looked at each other with wide eyes. They suddenly realized that neither of them remembered to unlock the door. As the air between them thickened, they came to a silent agreement that it was probably for the best anyway. Both of them averted their eyes at the same time. Felix’s gaze shifted past her to the door as if he could actually see Jisung.
“None of your business. Leave me alone and I’ll be out in a few minutes to help.” Felix called back.
“Guys!” Jisung’s voice already sounded distant. “The door was locked! I think that maybe Felix and Eunbyeol...”
“Oh god.” Eunbyeol curled into a ball, threading her fingers through her hair to tug at it. “Oh god, they think we slept with each other!”
“We did .” Felix reminded her, rotating his wrists as if to wake up his hands.
“Well we didn’t have sex like Jisung is telling them all.” Eunbyeol grimaced and Felix rolled his eyes to hide the pang in his heart.
“Well, it’s not like we didn’t do anything. We’ll just tell them we didn’t fuck, it’s no big deal.” Felix shrugged, rolling over to grab his pants from the floor where he’d laid them out the previous night. A thought crossed his mind, Is being with me really that disgusting to you? He swallowed it down.
“Please, it’s not like we got that far. I think my crotch touched your thigh for like ten seconds last night.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Felix glanced up at her and cocked his head. Another, horrifying thought occurred to her. “Oh god, do you think that was their intention all along?”
“I think they locked us in a closet and assigned us to use the same bedroom for shits and giggles.” Felix rolled his eyes.
“Those sly bastards!” Eunbyeol hissed, pulling the blankets to her chest. “Thank god nothing happened last night outside of that stupid closet.”
“Nothing happened-” He paused, “I mean, yeah. Thank goodness. Did... um... were you awake at all before Jisung knocked?”
“No.” Eunbyeol swallowed and she turned away from him when he gave her a pointed look, holding up his pants. “I wasn’t. Were you?”
“Not really. Kinda getting there.” Felix brushed it off as he slipped his legs back into his jeans and redoing the zipper and the buttons. “Anyway, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“You don’t snore.”
“You do.”
“Ew, really?”
“It’s kind of...” The words he wanted to say caught in his throat before deciding that his intimacy with her was over. “Annoying. You should probably see a doctor.”
“Oh shut up, it’s not that bad! At least I don’t toss and turn all night.”
“At least I don’t hog all the blankets and throw pillows around!”
“Aren’t you leaving?” Eunbyeol snapped. “I don’t feel like getting pissed off first thing in the morning, so if you don’t mind?”
Felix glanced over at her, his eyes meeting her back and he couldn’t help the twinge of sadness in his heart. He knew that nothing good could come from liking Cha Eunbyeol and his heart began to catch up to his head. Things with her would never be different. She would never change her mind about him. His mind told him to give up while he was ahead and take a step back before things got worse between them. His heart reminded him of all the touches between them and how they didn’t feel wrong or forced. His heart clung to the memory of the embrace they shared the previous night, reminding him that his feelings weren’t just a simple crush anymore.
“Whatever.” Felix scoffed, making his way around the bed and tearing his eyes away from her. “You really want me out of your life that bad?”
“And what? You want to keep doing whatever it is we do? You’re satisfied with this?”
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed this, but you start all the fights. You omit the facts on purpose and try to make things fit your own skewed version of reality, which just isn’t true. To be honest, I’m not interested in fighting with you over pointless stuff and getting accused of shit I’ve never done. I don’t know what issues you have, but I suggest that you figure it out. If you can come up with a genuine reason to hate me then go for it, but until then I’m done.” Felix surprised himself as he rambled on. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. Not after... “You and I feel very different things about each other. I’m not interested in being your punching bag anymore.”
“What? I...” Eunbyeol opened and closed her mouth a few times, searching for something to say. He’d mentioned a few times that she had her facts warped but for some reason the words finally got stuck in her brain.
“I was fine with this when I thought it was just some playful teasing or whatever, but this is too much. Plus I can’t take the fucking whiplash. One minute you say hate me and the next we’re kissing, and that’s just too confusing. So please. Make up your mind and put us both out of our misery. We’re either strangers, fully enemies, or... something else entirely and at this point it’s up to you to decide what you want. Just... keep me out of it.” Felix swallowed thickly and crossed the room to unlock the door.
“Felix...” The sound of his name made his hand paused halfway to the doorknob. He sucked in a breath and his heart almost broke when her voice cracked.
“Just... stop. You’ve clearly got some issues, so worry about those first.” Felix flipped the lock and started to turn the knob before turning back to her. “Oh, and by the way, you should probably leave your hair down. That hickey is really noticeable when it’s up.”
Before she could retort, Felix swung the door open and left the room. Her hand slapped to her neck to cover the mark instinctively, as if someone else was looking at it. Eunbyeol stared after him when the door slid shut behind him. Her mind raced from everything he said and she wondered what she could have gotten wrong. The question hovering in her subconscious crashed over her properly.
Why did she hate him in the first place?
She thought her feelings were based on enough facts to make sense, but now she wasn’t so sure. Her fingers lingered on her neck for a minute before she hopped out of bed to peer in the mirror to assess the full extent of the damage. Eunbyeol winced deeply when her eyes landed on the dark red mark on her neck. She had to give it to Felix for his strategic placement of it under her ear, but she wanted to smack him for even leaving it in the first place. She wished she could play it off as something Younghyun gave her, but she had a feeling that Ah Joong’s memory was too good and she would know that she didn’t have a hickey at the beginning of the night.
Eunbyeol took to digging through her backpack, hoping that she’d remembered to bring her own makeup bag. She almost cried with relief when she found the light pink bag stuffed full of makeup. Eunbyeol hurried back to the door and sank to the floor, emptying the contents of the bag next to her. Hopefully a little concealer, BB cream and foundation would at least help it a little bit. For good measure, Eunbyeol decided to put a thin layer of makeup on her face. Even though Felix had officially seen her morning face, she wasn’t keen on him remembering it.
She paused at the thought, her eyeshadow brush only a couple of centimeters away from her eyelid. Why did she give a single fuck what Felix thought of her? Something he said crept back into her head and her lips pursed in thought.
“ Make up your mind and put us both out of our misery. We’re either strangers, fully enemies or... something else entirely and at this point it’s up to you to decide what you want. ”
Felix’s voice bounced around in her head as she dabbed at her eyelids with her brush. She couldn’t deny that whatever the hell was going on between the two of them the last few months was confusing. Why did she think of Felix more than her own sort-of-boyfriend? Why was the idea of being strangers with Felix so revolting? A year ago when he first got to her school, she would have taken him up on being strangers without a second thought. A few months ago, being enemies would have been her choice but now even that didn’t feel right. After her incredibly vivid dream, Eunbyeol wondered if she only had one more choice left.
Something more ?
Eunbyeol sighed deeply as she uncapped her eyeliner. She carefully drew two thin lines across her lids, just enough to be seen but not enough to give the impression of a full face of makeup. When she was done, she sat back and stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes while she contemplated her dilemma. No matter how she thought of it, there was really only one way for her to save face. Eunbyeol wasn’t sure if she was in a place to be his friend, and she definitely couldn’t just be purely physical with him, and a romantic relationship wasn’t even on the table, much less in the house the table was in. Never in a million years. She huffed as she applied her mascara.
“What kind of choice is this? What the hell does he want from me?” She muttered, finally opening her foundation and dabbing some of it on her neck. She winced to find the red spot a little sore.
Under the makeup, the hickey faded a little bit but for once Felix was right; Eunbyeol would have to keep her hair down if she wanted to conceal it fully. Once Eunbyeol was satisfied, she repacked her makeup and pulled her hair out of the ponytail. She ran her fingers through it a few times for good measure, hoping that the sleep in it wouldn’t be so obvious. Once she was satisfied enough, she put her makeup bag into her backpack and partially redressed. Eunbyeol had no desire to face Lee Felix without a bra ever again so she sighed with relief when her chest was safely contained once more.
Without reaching a decision, Eunbyeol made her way to the door and cracked it open. Immediately, the scent of warm maple syrup wafted into the room and she sighed deeply. Her stomach growled in response immediately. The chatter from the other kids filled the space and she could hear them talking about all sorts of things, but mainly various cures for hangovers and how to make the perfect pancake. The voices gradually got louder as she ventured towards the kitchen.
“My brother always has hangover soup after he drinks. I wish I knew a good place for it. I should have asked him.” Ah Joong groaned. “My head hurts so bad.”
“Why the hell are we getting hangovers?” Minjeong chimed in, “We’re young and sweet, we’re not supposed to get these things.”
“Girl, you drank almost three bottles by yourself.”
“So did you!”
“So that’s why the rest of us barely got drunk, you girls drank it all.” Jisung’s loud voice carried easily through the apartment as he voiced the thought in Eunbyeol’s head.
“When we get older and can go to a bar, we can all get drunk equally.” Jiho promised. “I hope we’re all still friends when we graduate high school.”
“Well duh, of course we will be. You can’t get rid of me that easily!” Jisung declared.
“Ah, Eunbyeol-ah, you’re awake!” Chohui smiled brightly when Eunbyeol finally made her way into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? Felix and Seungmin are making pancakes.”
“So I heard.” Eunbyeol gratefully took a seat at the kitchen island where Chohui saved her a chair.
“How many do you want?” Felix’s voice came from the stove but he didn’t look at her.
“Um... three please.”
“Do you want blueberries or chocolate chips? Before you ask, there aren’t any strawberries.”
“Oh, um...” Eunbyeol trailed off for a second, closing her mouth before she could ask for her favorite fruit. How had he known she was going to ask? “Chocolate chip, then.”
Felix cleared his throat and got to work, keeping his back to her and focusing on the task in front of him. Eunbyeol watched Felix’s back for a few minutes as he cooked and she found that she kind of liked watching his shoulders flex and release as he worked. He wasn’t particularly broad but given his slim waist it gave the illusion that he had broader shoulders. She took a deep breath and forced her gaze away and turned her attention onto the conversation around her.
“So, how’d you sleep, Eunbyeol-ah?” Ah Joong asked innocently, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
“Just fine, thank you, until someone woke me up.” Eunbyeol shot a pointed look at Jisung who only laughed in response.
“It’s almost ten. I think it was time for you two to stop making out.” Jisung snickered.
“We were certainly not making out. Nothing happened between us, I can promise you that.” Eunbyeol scoffed. “Ah Joong clearly got more action than any of us last night, look at her neck.”
“Wait what?” Ah Joong perked up at the mention of her name, her hand instinctively raising to palm at her neck. “Hey, you said you didn’t leave any marks!”
“I said that you looked good, not that I didn’t leave any marks.” Seungmin coolly objected.
“See? Absolutely nothing happened.” Eunbyeol barely thought that Seungmin and Ah Joong hooking up was proof that she and Felix hadn’t done anything the night before, but it was a good distraction.
“What about in the closet?” Chohui’s question was innocent, but Eunbyeol learned weeks ago that any questions regarding Felix were anything but.
“Nothing happened there, either. Come on, we all know that I’m loyal to Younghyun. Putting Felix and I together all the time won’t magically make us fuck, or whatever it is you sickos want from us.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes, ignoring how Felix’s shoulders tensed. He kept his back to her.
“Sure, sure. If you insist.” Jisung waved his hand dismissively.
Her friends chattered about school and their plans for the summer. Even though most of the summer would be spent in school, they had a couple of weeks between July and August off school. Ah Joong, unsurprisingly, had a trip planned with her family to go to Jeju Island for a few weeks. Jiho and Jisung shared their plans to go on a weekend trip somewhere, which Eunbyeol was happy to tune out. Eunbyeol had no idea what her plans for summer were, beyond focusing on dance again. After falling off the wagon, she had to do her best to get back to where she was before. Plus, if she wanted to get into college, she had to put her best foot forward.
After a few minutes, the smell of warm chocolate washed through the kitchen and Eunbyeol’s stomach rumbled. On any other day, the idea of Felix of all people making her pancakes would have made her sick, but today she didn’t mind the idea so much. She kept thinking about the dream she had and she wondered if that's what his fingers really felt like when they were inside her. Everything he said to her this morning swam in her head. From his declaration of being done, to the words he whispered when he thought she was asleep.
“ I really wish you didn’t hate me and I wish it didn’t have to be like this... ”
Although she wasn’t sure she could say it to his face, Eunbyeol wasn’t completely positive that she hated him. At this point, they’d shared too much spit for that to be the case. Not only that, but he didn’t seem to hate her in the slightest. Even though Eunbyeol knew she’d been nasty and horrible to him, somehow it didn’t affect him. Though, it seemed to be affecting him now. Eunbyeol wondered if their relationship was simple enough to boil down to simple labels like “hate” or “like” or if they were somewhere in the middle.
“Ah, Eunbyeol-ah!” Jiho finally spoke up. “I have some good news.”
“I like good news!” Eunbyeol perked up immediately, turning to her friend.
“Last night after everyone went to bed, Jisung and I were talking and your idea to make a dance cover video came up.”
“You guys had enough time between rounds to talk?” Ah Joong snickered and Jiho reached across the island to smack her.
“We had plenty of time, thank you. If you would have shut up for five minutes last night maybe you would have known that.” Jiho’s face turned a deep shade of scarlet as she continued speaking. “Anyway, Jisung thought it was a great idea and agreed to help us film it!”
“Oh really? You’d do that?” Eunbyeol perked up.
“Obviously! You girls did great, and I’m not just saying that because Jiho is my girl. Plus, I know you want to at least apply for art school and this routine would look good with your application.” Jisung grinned widely, slinging his arm over Jiho’s shoulders. “Plus, I think it needs to be immortalized anyway.”
“Wow, that’s so cool of you, Jisung-ah. Thank you! Maybe next week we can all pool our schedules and figure out a couple of days to film. I’ll want to scope out locations and we’ll have to decide what outfits to do and whether or not we want to do it music video style or-”
“Eunbyeol-ah, calm down!” Jiho laughed.
“I’ll tell you what.” Jisung shifted in his chair and placed a hand on the island as if to get closer to Eunbyeol. “Let’s eat lunch together on Monday or Tuesday and we can start working on the fine details and we can go location scouting if you’re free next weekend.”
“How the hell do you expect me to calm down?” Eunbyeol laughed with Jiho. “I’m so excited to get started.”
“Jeez, aren’t you tired?” Chohui let out an exasperated sigh and slumped in her chair. “You’ve put so much energy into this routine.”
“I have, but it’s worth it, don’t you think?”
Finally, Felix turned around to face the island with a plate of pancakes in his hand. The three pancakes were spread out on the plate and he’d sprinkled some extra chocolate chips and some powdered sugar along the top. He kept his gaze down as he slid the plate over to her. Eunbyeol glanced up at him, watching as he also set a knife and a fork within her reach before moving a bottle of maple syrup in front of her. He cleared his throat carefully before turning back to the stove.
“I’ve got enough batter for two more batches. Anyone want a last batch before I make my own breakfast?” Felix announced to the group.
“I think we’re all good, bro.” Jisung responded on behalf of the group. Most of them were still working on their breakfasts or had finished and stacked their plates in the sink. “Hey, Felix, what are you doing this summer?”
“To be honest, I haven’t thought that far.” Felix cleared his throat, keeping his back to the group as he cooked. “Probably just work on college applications.”
“Come on!” Jisung whined. “We’ve all gotta do something fun together this summer. Hey, you could help with Eunbyeol’s project!”
“What the hell makes you think I’d want to do that?”
“Because otherwise I’ll tell everyone who you like and I don’t think you want-”
“Fine!” Felix threw his hands up, cutting Jisung off in the process. “How the hell do you even know...?”
The girls all exchanged looks at this. Chohui glanced over at Jiho, who only shrugged, looking just as confused. Eunbyeol cleared her throat and focused on the pancakes on her plate and how they practically melted in her mouth. She didn’t know what magic Felix worked in front of the stove, but she found herself wanting to ask for his recipe.
“Nevermind how I know. So, what do you say? Will you do it?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Do I have much of a choice?” Felix sighed, not fighting it as much as Eunbyeol would have thought he would. She suddenly had a few dozen questions.
“Of course you have a choice! You can either help us, or I will tell everyone your secret!”
“Such tempting options... either get exposed or get my head bit off my Little Miss Mortal Enemy.” Felix mused it over for a few minutes.
“Come on, Seungmin is already on board and I need someone to help me with the lighting and the camera.” Jisung pleaded, tilting his head forward and fluttering his eyelashes at the other boy.
“You’re the worst.” Felix rolled his eyes deeply. “ Fine. I’ll do it!”
Felix dared to steal a glance at Eunbyeol. The pair of them met eyes for a solid two seconds before Felix looked away first. Eunbyeol swallowed another bite of pancake, careful to not let it get stuck in her throat.
What in the hell was she getting herself into?
A/N: So.... thoughts? Was it a dream? Or wasn't it ;)
#felix#felix x oc#felix fanfic#felix smut#felix fluff#han#felix imagines#jeongin#i.n.#seungmin#stray kids fic#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids angst#skz#skz fluff#skz smut#skz imagines#skz felix#jisung#han jisung#felix fic#ellie writes#cause i like you#CILY#this smut was so nervewrecking to write#i needed to add more smut#idk how im gonna add more#so im open to suggestions#thoughts
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9-13 for the asks :3
9. Worst part of canon
Joking answer: Maxwell and Wagstaff should explode and die forever
Serious answer: I still don't know what's going on with the moon and Them and I'm too scared to ask. The only way for me to figure it out is to play a bunch but I'm bad at the game so I die too much to get far enough to all that. On a gameplay level, lack of power scaling for the bosses. If you want to play single player, you will fight the bosses with one million health meant to be taken down by multiple people attacking at once (or you can turn them off which I had to do but still)
10. Worst part of fanon
If you're gonna focus on yaoi, at least do it right! I love Maxwil but people are too normal with them and it's either fluff, tsundere shit, or boring horny. Make them WEIRD AND AWKWARD towards each other, that's the guy who promised you infinite knowledge before kidnapping you and then letting you die over and over again until you freed him and then he died in front of you! If you want to cuddle him by the fire it has to make you want to die afterwards but also have a strange sort of comfort and you're both going to refuse to examine it (I'm normal)
11. Number of fandom-related words you've filtered
This reminded me I need to figure out the names people use for shipping WX-78 with other characters. That robot is a romance and sex repulsed aroace THEIR ASS WOULD NOT BE ALLO 🤣 I mean that in a light hearted way but yeah I don't like when people ship WX romantically and sexually. Hell platonic is on thin ice too. Loveless Woodrow/WX sweep. This went off topic sorry about that
12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
Okay I have no idea if a character is popular or unpopular tbh but I'm gonna say uhhhh Wurt because I don't see much of her. She's just a lil baby. She loves reading. She loves candy. She may have been a goat originally before getting turned into a Merm. I would absolutely kill for her
Wortox too, he's funni and silly and I need to see him in-game for more selling points but the eating souls gimmick sounds interesting
Wanda I think is semi-popular but since she's only appeared in one Klei animation I'm gonna assume she isn't. SHE'S A TIME TRAVELER AND GETS COCKY ABOUT HOW SHE CAN JUST FIX EVERYTHING AND AVOID HER FATE OF GETTING TAKEN BY SHADOWS AND SHE'S GOOFY AND SHE FORGETS THINGS ALL THE TIME AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH AUGHHHHHH
13. Worst blorbofication
Maxwell is either the worst horrible bastard to exist or a big secret softie. Dear lird he has nuances. He can be both but he doesn't fall on the extreme end of either like people depict. He's unpredictable from other's perspectives but it's still very calculated, which is a hard balance to maintain but it's there. Ideally he should make me want to drop him off a cliff but still maintain some sympathy for him and want to study him to see how much further he can mess up
Also Wilson getting reduced to "SCIENCE!" which both fanon and canon has done ! Stop ! It's not funny and quirky !
#asks for sky#mahkari#still working on the wickerbottom/wanda/charlie ask by the way#!#just a lot to type
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hello could you possibly do a tommyinnit x a reader who's mute, maybe he introduces them to his twitch chat
if not that's fine have a nice day/night :]
the jitters | tommyinnit x gn!mute!reader
summary: tommy introduces you, a mute reader, to his chat during a stream on the dream smp!
a/n: long time no see :( sorry for being away, ive been reallyyy demotivated with writing. this is my first time writing for a specific disability so, sorry if some of this information is inaccurate, please message me if i need to correct anything!
before you read: this is for readers who are mute! you can read it of course if you aren't but it might not make sense.
no warnings
interpret it however you want! (platonic/romantic)
they/them pronouns used!
→ check out my masterlist here ♡
→ read my previous imagine “ice cream parlor” here!
You had arrived at Tommy's doorstep. You couldn't believe what you were doing here. When he proposed the idea of introducing you to his Twitch chat, you agreed but you didn't actually think he'd go through with it. You reluctantly ring the doorbell.
You hear quick footsteps run down a staircase and suddenly the door swung open. You were greeted by the loud blonde boy, "Y/N! You're finally here, come in!". He held the door open and you gave the hand sign for a thank you. "I'll start the stream in a bit, you can get water beforehand!" He gestured at the fridge. You grabbed a water and took a seat to the right of him.
Your leg was noticeably bouncing and you didn't look comfortable. You loved hanging out with Tommy but the thought of being in front of his hundreds of thousands of fans was nerve-racking. He looked at you with worry.
"Hey, we don't have to stream! We can just chill and go eat or something." He assures you. You type on your phone and the text-to-speech program speaks, "It's okay! Just the jitters, let's do thy!". "Thy?" Tommy said with a chuckle. "I meant this. I hate typos." You typed and lightheartedly rolled your eyes. He laughed, "Alright, let's do thy!".
You clap to signal that you're laughing but the microphone picks it up. You see that some of the chat has commented on it.
thrivingcalamity
LOL what was that??
HelloitsMarie
MY EARDRUMS
tommys_allium
uhhhh
You type on your phone and show it to Tommy instead of making it text-to-speech in case it picks up again, "Sorry about that D:". "Don't worry about it! I'm louder than that anyways." He said. You pointed to his microphone with a worried look to try and tell him that his chat could still hear him. "Don't worry about it, we'll just switch screens."
You could practically feel the adrenaline rushing through you. "BOYS! Welcome to the stream!" Tommy yells. You laugh to yourself, it was weird to see him instantly switch to his stream persona. You look at the chat and they notice you to the right of him.
BENCHTRIOS
who's behind you?
ghooostbur
tommy gets human interaction??
"Chat, meet Y/N! They're a really good friend of mine and they'll be joining me for stream today!" Tommy said enthusiastically. You awkwardly waved at the camera. "Oh yeah, and they're also mute so they're going to chime in with their text-to-speech or just slapping my arm." He joked. You raise your hand as if you're about to slap his arm and he moves his chair further from you.
You sheepishly grin and type on your text-to-speech, "LOL hi chat please go easy on me". You look at Tommy nervously and he points at chat, "Good! You like them just as much as I do." To your surprise, you look at chat and they give you accepting messages.
BENCHTRIOS
i love them already :3
thrivingcalamity
AHHH they're so cool!!
You smile at chat and make a heart with your hands. "I can see that you like chat too, hmmm?" Tommy says teasingly. You type on your phone, "I guess you could say they're a bit cool.". He laughs, "Yeah no, I hate them. Okay, off to the Dream SMP we go!". Your eyes widen in shock and you scoff. You see chat spamming crying emotes and you go along with the stream.
#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fluff#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x y/n#tommyinnit x you#dream smp imagines#dsmp#dream smp#tommyinnit imagine#tommyinnit imagines
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The Match - Part 9
Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky brings you and Mackenzie with him to an important meeting.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Uhhhh hmm work tension, sexual tension, idk Bucky and Mackenzie being annoying as usual lmao
A/N: ALSO I know I haven’t mentioned what the fuck Bucky’s company is all about because c’mon, I didn’t expect I’d get this far lmao so IDK there might be continuity issues or inaccuracies or whatevah, just ignore it lmao it’s fiction. ANYWAAAY, I just want to say how GRATEFUL AND OVERWHELMED I am with the amount of attention that this series is getting. I appreciate every feedback, every ask and every freaking debate about this shit lmfao. I love you guys. I can’t put into words how much I appreciate you all askcnasjkcnak bye
The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST
Don't let Bucky or Mackenzie get to you.
Mark's advice rang in your ears like a chant as you watched Bucky and Mackenzie's exchange about the project. Joining them in the conference room for a major brainstorming session was you and a couple of people from your team with Beverly taking down the minutes of the meeting.
The upcoming project was a huge one, given that Barnes Group of Companies was a huge name in the automobile industry. Meanwhile, Wilson Enterprises is one of the biggest autonomous vehicle technology companies out there. This partnership was one for the books, possibly an industry changer too.
You wanted to be a part of it, wanted to spearhead the entire thing and watching Mackenzie take the reigns on this one was truly making your blood boil.
"That sounds like a nice idea, Kenzie." Bucky praised, nodding his head.
Mackenzie shrugged, "It's what I do, Buck." she said.
"Yeah, it's a great idea. I do have some comments though, if you don't mind?" you asked.
Bucky and Mackenzie exchanged glances before turning to you. You glanced at Bucky for a quick second before ignoring the way he was eyeing you with genuine interest.
"I know that bringing in a celebrity to endorse this brand new model would definitely create noise around the partnership. Although I think that would take the spotlight away from the actual product we're creating here. We want customers to focus on the brand new car model and the technology that Wilson Enterprises will be providing it with, not on the celebrity endorser." you explained.
Mackenzie hummed, "I get where you are coming from. That's a good point, actually. But a celebrity endorser will pretty much do everything for the brand. Have him up on billboards and different advertisements and you're all set." she further explained.
You chuckled, "But then how will people understand what the entire partnership is all about? Aren't we supposed to be communicating a certain message to our consumers? Wouldn't it be better to hold an event to launch the product instead? Invite the press and key opinion leaders to spread the word. Have Bucky and Mister Wilson talk about this partnership. They're famous and powerful enough to get the message across. Why waste the budget on a celebrity when we literally have everything we need to make noise?" you shrugged.
The entire room was silent after your feedback, even Mackenzie wasn't able to respond to your suggestion. Glancing over at Bucky, you saw that he was giving you the look-- the one with half-lidded eyes matched with a head tilt, the one that often resulted to him giving you a very nice reward once office hours are over.
Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, you quickly looked away and shrugged your shoulders, "I mean, that's just my two cents. Having worked here for years, I just based it on my experience. You're the expert here, Mackenzie." you offered a proud smile.
Mackenzie tried to brush it off and turned to Bucky, "What do you think, Buck? I'm still into the idea of hiring a celebrity. That's good publicity. And let's not get worried about the budget now," she said, placing a hand on top of Bucky's that was resting on the table, "I have a lot of connections so I can definitely get an endorser for a much lower rate." she reassured.
"We may have a huge budget for this, but that doesn't automatically mean that we have to use it all up. We can allocate it somewhere else, maybe start a CSR campaign as well? We are, after all, coming out with an environmental-friendly model." you suggested.
You heard Bucky when he took a sharp inhale, bringing his hands up to rub his lips as if in deep thought. He then turned to Beverly, however, his eyes remained on you.
"Take note of everything she says." he reminded her before standing up.
He asked everyone else in the room of their opinions, whether it was your or Mackenzie's idea that the company will go for. The team was divided in half, some of them preferring Mackenzie's celebrity pitch probably because they didn't want to do a lot of work.
Bucky nodded, "Well, I guess we'll have to discuss both ideas with my partner Sam and let's see where we will go from there. I have a meeting with him this afternoon, I need you and Kenzie with me there." he said, looking at your before turning to Kenzie with a charming smile.
Don't let them get to you.
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You've never wanted for the ground to swallow you up until this moment as you stood behind Bucky and Mackenzie in the elevator. This felt so much more uncomfortable than when you shared it with Bucky after swiping right with him on Tinder. There was still tension and it felt so much worse now because you didn't know whether it was between you and Bucky or him and Mackenzie.
Fucking Mackenzie and her nicely manicured nails which always seemed find its way around Bucky's arm. You eyed her hands as they squeezed his arm, the both of them talking in hushed voices as if you weren't standing behind them.
"I've been dying to try this restaurant, I heard they serve good food. Do you want to go have dinner there sometime this week?" she asked Bucky.
"I'll check my schedule, which restaurant is this?" he asked.
When Mackenzie uttered the name of that restaurant where you celebrated your promotion, you and Bucky choked on your own spits at the same time. Warmth crept up to your cheeks at the same time Bucky's ears reddened.
"Oh, what's going on?" Mackenzie asked with a nervous chuckle as she looked at you and Bucky, struggling with your coughs.
You recovered first and shook your head, "Sorry, I get allergies. Anyway, I've been to that restaurant. They do serve good food, the staff was very hospitable as well. I'm sure Bucky would enjoy it there." you said with a smile, pushing your way past them when the elevators door slid open.
Mackenzie asking Bucky whether he was up for dinner was the last thing you heard. Good luck explaining to her why he's banned from there, you thought to yourself.
Bucky led the way to his car and it instantly brought certain memories back. You weren't going to lie, you missed the fucking and how Bucky always made sure to take care of your needs. Seeing his car was enough to make your thighs clench at the memory of him fingering you as he drove.
His gaze was on you when he opened the door to the passenger's seat, his eyes inviting as you approached him. And just as when you were about to slip in, he turned over to Mackenzie and gestured for her to get in.
What a fucking asshole, you thought to yourself as you took a step back to ride in the back instead. You tried to keep your expression stoic when you saw that Bucky checked for a reaction. He seemed perplexed when he saw that you didn't react that much to what he did.
One hundred points to Gryffindor.
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The location for the meeting was at a nearby restaurant so you didn't suffer that much during the entire ride. Mackenzie was busy with her phone anyway, typing out messages with those manicured fingers you were beginning to hate.
By the time all three of you arrived, Sam was already there. He donned a navy blue suit and he was rocking it. You'd seen his photos on the internet and knew that he was good-looking, but seeing him in the flesh, you were stunned at how gorgeous he was. Sam stood up when he saw Bucky, offering a kind smile to you and Mackenzie.
You weren't sure whether you were just being assuming or what, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on you longer that it did with Mackenzie.
"Sam." Bucky greeted, shaking his hand before introducing you and Mackenzie.
Sam shook Mackenzie's hand first before he turned to you. You took his hand and introduced yourself, "Mister Wilson." you said.
"Please, just Sam." he told you as he gently squeezed your hand before letting go.
"Have a seat." Sam said to Bucky and Mackenzie before pulling out the chair next to him, motioning for you to sit down.
You thanked him and sat down; straightening up, you were met with Bucky's watchful gaze as he sat down across you. Your attention was taken away when Sam asked what you wanted to order, he even suggested a certain dish and immediately went to discuss that it was his favorite thing to order.
This was going to be an interesting meeting.
And interesting it truly was, because you didn't expect for Sam to be so laid-back and easy to communicate with. He wasn't one of those uptight CEOs who were very intimidating to work with. Simply put, he was the complete opposite of Bucky. While Bucky was ice cold, Sam was sunshine and warmth with his attitude.
When it came down to pitching your and Mackenzie's ideas to him, you suddenly got nervous. Sam wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; from what you've read, he started off working regular jobs before he climbed his way to the top. He was a self-made man and he had extensive knowledge in the marketing industry, having a doctorate degree in the said area.
Mackenzie was the first to discuss her strategy about hiring a celebrity endorser. She said it was fast and straight to the point. When it was your turn, you started off a bit shaky but eventually found your pacing.
"We wanted to ask you how this should go on about. I know that the offer for a partnership came from our end and that we're supposed to pitch the details for it. But we wanted you to be involved in this as much as we are." Bucky further explained.
Sam nodded and let out an amused chuckle, "I really appreciate this, Buck. I was going to ask you if I can contribute with the planning as well. I'm very particular when it comes to marketing our products." he said.
"That being said, I loved both ideas. I think hiring a celebrity endorser is good." he said, making Mackenzie smile proudly.
"But I would rather hold an event to launch the product. You understand the product and what we want to do with it. It's not just a brand new car, it's an innovation and the messaging is very important. I'm very impressed." Sam said, his attention geared towards you.
"Wow, I'm honored." you laughed. "Coming from you, I mean I've read about the marketing studies you did. Pretty big deal to receive a compliment from you." you admitted.
It was meant to be a genuine reaction, really. You had no ill intentions for it, you didn't do it to make Bucky jealous or get the upper hand. However, your passion for your career and area of expertise seemed to favor you. It had Bucky on edge, seeing you and Sam get along so well.
You didn't even need to check for Bucky's reaction because he simply cleared his throat and excused himself to go to the restroom. Mackenzie seemed unbothered though, when Sam favored your pitch over hers. You couldn't read her, sometimes she'd come off competitive but right now, she was unaffected.
When Bucky got back, he was quick to finalize the meeting, "I guess it's a done deal then. We'll work on the details of the launch and maybe we can set another meeting for the major presentation for your approval?" he asked Sam.
"That sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to working with you." Sam told everyone, although he did seem to be directly addressing you.
"Alright, I'm leaving too." Mackenzie announced after Sam left the restaurant.
"Oh, you're not heading back to the office with us?" Bucky asked.
Mackenzie shook her head, throwing her bag over her shoulder, "I have another meeting. You know how it is with freelance work." she said as all three of you stood up to head outside of the restaurant.
"My Uber's here, I guess I'll see you both sometime this week." she said and waved at you before turning to Bucky and pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm counting on that dinner, okay?" she reminded before slipping into her Uber, leaving you and Bucky to head back to the office together.
Alone with Bucky. In his car. The exact same car where plenty of fucking happened. Again, you chanted Mark’s advice in your head over and over again.
Don’t let Bucky get to you. And most of all, don’t cave in.
You quickly slipped inside the front seat of Bucky’s car before he could even open it up for you. The air was thick between you and Bucky and it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Reaching for the seatbelt, you tugged at it but it wouldn’t budge. Cursing to yourself, you tried again but to no avail.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.
“Nothing. Seatbelt’s just stuck.” you grunted, using both your hands to pull down at it.
“Here, let me.”
Suddenly, Bucky reached over to your seatbelt and tried to fix it. His face was inches away from yours and you literally felt your insides jump at how you were immediately drowned in his perfume. If you moved forward so much as half an inch, your lips would already be pressing against the corner of Bucky’s mouth. And that thought was sending your senses into overdrive.
Do not. Cave. In.
The loud click of the seatbelt made you relax and thank goodness that Bucky was quick to move away from you, fixing his suit before starting the engine. The office may just be nearby but the fact that you and Bucky were together was making it feel like it was going to be an hour-long drive.
“So what do you think about Sam?” Bucky asked out of the blue.
He was gauging you, trying to get a reaction from you. Maybe he was expecting you to be flirty with your response, or be defensive even? You weren’t going to give him that.
“I think he’s great. Like I said, I’ve read his marketing studies and they were very insightful. I learned a lot.”
Plain, simple and safe. There was no hidden meanings and no malice; you were doing great at this whole not letting Bucky get to you thing. You made a mental note to thank Mark for his advice.
“He seems interested in you.” Bucky said again, shrugging his shoulders a bit and trying to be as nonchalant as he could.
“Well we are in the same field of expertise and I was very straightforward about admiring his skills. I’d be disappointed if he brushed off my ideas.” you slightly chuckled.
“I liked Mackenzie’s idea better, honestly.” Bucky blurted out.
By this time, you had Bucky’s plans figured out. He was coming for your job, using it as a bait to get a reaction out from you. He knew how much your career meant for you, how competitive you were in your field. Whenever his other tactics wouldn’t work, he’d always go for the career aspect.
“It was good.” you agreed, turning to Bucky with a small smile. “I think we can do that for other campaigns. Just not with this partnership. I like her.” you said.
“You do?” Bucky asked in surprise before he cleared his throat upon realizing that he sort of broke his facade.
You shrugged, “She’s a headstrong woman. She reminds me of myself actually.”
If you were alone, you would have given yourself a high-five because that statement truly made Bucky think. His forehead creased as he drove, his hand rubbing his chin and his jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.
It was silent inside the car for a brief moment, before it was interrupted by the trilling of Bucky’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket but before he could even answer it, it slipped out of his hand and disappeared beneath his seat.
“Fuck.” Bucky cursed, both his hands on the steering wheel as he continued to drive, his attention divided between driving and searching for his ringing phone.
“Shit.” he hissed again, not knowing how to get his phone while driving. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on the road again. “Baby, can you get it for me?”
You almost missed the term of endearment. Almost. It was obviously a slip of the tongue because he genuinely didn’t seem to realize that he called you that. Bucky was more focused on the road rather than processing what he just said. You chose to ignore it the same way you did to the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
“Yeah, okay.” you said and reached over to him, bending down to look for his phone.
In a split second, your face was right in front of Bucky’s crotch as you tried to reach beneath his car seat. You tried to ignore the bulge that was staring right at you and let your hand do the searching.
“Can you reach it?” Bucky asked.
You straightened up, “No. Can you pull aside?” you asked.
Bucky checked the surroundings and then the rearview mirror, “We can’t. We’re at a no loading and unloading zone.” he explained.
The phone continues to trill and it doesn’t seem like it would stop any time now. You sighed and removed your seatbelt before stretching your body over Bucky, slipping underneath his arms on the steering wheel so you can fully reach under his seat.
From another car’s view, you looked like you were giving him a blowjob. Not that you haven’t done that before, in this same car.
Finally, you felt his phone at the tip of your fingers and stretched further, your free hand coming to grip Bucky’s thigh unintentionally. It was only when you felt his muscles flex beneath his trousers that you realized how near your hand was to his crotch.
“Did you,” Bucky cleared his throat. “Did you get it?” he stammered.
You still have a certain effect on him, how very nice. Biting back a smirk, you hummed in response before pulling back and then handing him his phone casually. Mackenzie’s name was flashing on the screen as the phone continued to ring.
“Sorry, can you answer it and put it on speakerphone?” Bucky asked again.
You shrugged and did as you were told, holding the phone near Bucky as he continued to drive.
“Hey, Kenzie. Sorry, I dropped my phone. What’s up?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah, so my meeting got cancelled at the last minute. I was thinking maybe we can grab that dinner tonight instead?”
Bucky stole a quick glance from you but your face remained stoic, your hand steady as you held out his phone.
“Sure, how does around 7pm sound? I can pick you up.” Bucky offered.
“Sounds great. So are we checking that restaurant I was talking about?”
Bucky’s ears turned red again but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking of trying out a different one. I honestly didn’t like their dessert.”
Huh, that was weird. You and Bucky didn’t even make it to--
Fuck, he was talking about you, you realized. Clenching your jaw, you tried to keep calm. He was trying to get a rise out of you, don’t give in. Don’t react. Bucky’s conversation with Mackenzie didn’t last long and ended when they settled the location for their dinner.
The ride back to the office was quiet again, until your phone lit up from a notification. Bucky was already parking in the basement when you checked your phone, an audible gasp slipping past your lips upon reading the notification from LinkedIn.
Samuel Wilson wants to connect with you.
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The First Day
Summary: Your first day on the server.
Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader
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Warnings: Swearing
A/N: This is a story I was working on in my free time for like the longest time and it's still not finished and it's so long. God knows how many parts this will be. I need a title for this story too. I'll think of one separately and it will have it's own masterlist if people like it.
SO! Without further ado, here you are because I was bored!
Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.
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Wilbur logged on to the Dream SMP. He didn’t have anything to do there, it was just a place to run around and build for him at the moment.
He had built his “ball” not far from Tommy’s base, maybe he could build something else…He wasn’t quite sure yet. Just as before, Tommy begged for his attention and chuckled at the boy’s antics quietly. As he was going to find a space to build a new name joined the server.
(Y/U/N) joined the game
He frowned. He’s never heard that name before. Someone must have though because Dream didn’t let just anyone on the server. He’d look into them later.
He was once more about to go to work when there was a new message in chat.
<(Y/U/N)> There are new people on today. \o/ Hello, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit.
He chuckled as he read the message deciding to give them a response, smirking at Tommy’s probably rage.
<WilburSoot> Hello there! :)
<(Y/U/N)> May I know your coords?
<WilburSoot> You may
He gave the newcomer he coordinates, deciding to stick around the ball as he had as Tommy messaged him with renewed hope. A figure that wasn’t Tommy climbed up to Wilbur. The character was a female skin in a plaid jacket that was open with a plaid shirt and blue jeans to match, wearing a gray beanie on blonde hair.
<(Y/U/N)> Hi! I’m new and wanted to give you a gift.
She threw a flower, a poppy specifically, at him and when he picked it up, he noticed it was named.
From (Y/U/N) to WilburSoot
<WilburSoot> Why thank you Ms. (Y/U/N).
<Tommyinnit> WOMAN!?
<(Y/U/N)> No problem good day!
<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Innit! May I have your coords?
<Tommyinnit> No I will not give a woman my coordinates!!
<(Y/U/N)> :(
And now was the time to respond to Tommy. Wilbur logged onto the discord and joined Tommy in his call.
“Wilbur!”
“Now Tommy, that’s not how you talk to a lady.” Wilbur jokingly scolded him. “Apologize to her.”
“I am not going to apologize to a woman!”
“Tommy,” Wilbur warned. “Don’t make me block you.”
He heard Tommy sigh exasperated and typed in chat.
<Tommyinnit> I’m sorry
<(Y/U/N)> :) It’s ok. I wish to give you a gift! Coords pls?
<WilburSoot> He lives in those fences right across from here
“Good, thank you, Tommy.”
“Will you talk to me now?” Tommy asked with a huff.
“Sure.”
He first went into his ball as the girl sprinted over to Tommy’s place. He put the flower in a chest before following after her as he listened to Tommy talk.
“Why the hell did she give me a flower?” Tommy questioned as Wilbur was halfway to Tommy’s.
<Tommyinnit> Why the hell did you give me a flower?
<(Y/U/N)> I’m new and I just want to give you a welcome gift!
<(Y/U/N)> I need to work on my house. Good day, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit!
She sprinted away towards the community house. Wilbur stopped next to Tommy as he was holding a red tulip.
“Wha…What was that?” Tommy asked Wilbur.
“She told you, now what do you want to do?”
The new girl had left before Tommy’s stream ended and after Tommy’s stream and he left, Wilbur decided to look up who the new person was. Looking up the name, he got a Twitter, YouTube, and Twitch account. On her Twitch there was a new video streamed today titled “Let’s not be homeless! (DreamSMP)”. She had a decent amount of followers on her Twitch and her YouTube channel, she had half a million subscribers. On her Twitter, there was a picture of a dog with its face pressed against the camera that had taken it. There was a tweet from not long ago with a full picture of the same dog next to a desk.
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(Y/U/N) @(Y/U/N)
He wouldn’t leave me alone all stream! I love my good boy but a girl needs her space!
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Wilbur gave a quiet chuckle before liking the post and giving her a follow. Maybe he’d meet more of her…
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Wilbur logged into the server once more to work on his project to come with Tommy. There were a few people online, Tubbo, Ponk, and Fundy. He didn’t bother them though, giving greetings back when given before getting to work. As he did, he got a notification from his phone that someone was live and glanced over. (Y/U/N) was live.
Curious, he pulled up her stream and decided to leave it on in the background.
“Hello, magical people! We’re going to be jumping back onto the SMP! My house looks so dull and I wanna find wolves.”
Wilbur caught her accent immediately, American, definitely.
“What do you mean there’s three people I haven’t met! I don’t have experience chat! Don’t say that!”
(Y/U/N) joined the game
“Fudge there’s three people I haven’t met. Firetrucks, uhhhh, I need to give them their flowers but I can’t name them!”
<(Y/U/N)> Hello new fellows! \o/
<Tubbo_> Hello! o/
“I like that one.” She laughed. “He definitely deserves a flower. Oh, Mr. Soot’s online. Maybe he can help…”
Wilbur looked over to see her typing a message in chat to him and as he looked over, he realized there was no webcam. She must not like to show her face.
(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Hi Mr. Soot! I’m in a predicament. May I ask for some of your EXP levels to name three flowers?
He chuckled as he typed back to her.
WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): I have a few I can spare. I’ll be heading over to the ball to meet you. Just bring the anvil and flowers.
“He’s a lifesaver chat!” She cheered. “We found a good one!”
He laughed as he made his way over to his ball.
(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: You’re a lifesaver! I and the chat thank you!
She came sprinting over a few moments after he got there and she placed the anvil down and threw to him a dandelion, an orange tulip, and an allium.
(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: The dandelion for Tubbo, the tulip for Fundy, and allium for Ponk.
WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Ok :)
He named the flowers the same as she had named his as she took the chance of waiting to read out her subs and donations. As he named the last flower, he saw he had a spare daisy in his inventory. She was giving them flowers; he should give one back.
To (Y/U/N) From WilburSoot
He threw all the flowers back over as she was reading a donation.
“Ah! Flowers! Time to hunt down the people!”
(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Thank you! I owe you one!
WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Any time!
She picked up the anvil before sprinting off into the distance and he went back towards his build.
<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Tubbo! Hello! I’m new and wish to give you a present!
<Tubbo_> Thank you!!
It was a moment before a new message popped up in chat.
<(Y/U/N)> Hello Mr. Fundy! I have a gift for you!
<ItsFundy> Ah thank you very much!
Wilbur found it rather interesting as he watched the chat about how she used titles to talk to others. It was rather formal.
“What do you mean there’s an extra flower? I only gave Mr. Soot three. Ok, ok, I’ll look.” She told her chat. “I thought I taught you guys better.” He looked over as she looked through her inventory, hovering over the extra flower he had given her. “Oh! He gave me a flower back! No one’s ever given me a flower back! Two years of giving flowers to people on servers and Mr. Soot beats them all!”
So, this was a regular bit she did. He was surprised though to hear that he was the only one to give her a flower back, blushing lightly at her off-hand compliment.
<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Soot! Thank you for MY gift! :)
<WilburSoot> It was no problem. :)
“Now back on track! To Ponk’s!”
Wilbur tuned out the in-game chat as he worked, looking towards his phone though when he heard his name.
“Do I watch Mr. Soot? Well yes, I’ve watched a few of his videos with Jschlatt and I’ve listened to his music video, uh…The Internet Ruined Me! That’s the one.”
Wilbur blushed lightly once more. She had watched some of his videos and his music?
“Do you watch anyone else on the server? Yeah, I watch a few of the guys like Sir Dream, George, and Sapnap. I watched one or two videos of Mr. Innit’s and Tubbo’s creation. But I have to be here with you too chat! I don’t have time to watch everyone!”
Wilbur finished building, about to log off for the day but stopped and opened in-game chat.
<WilburSoot> Good bye Ms. (Y/U/N)!
“And he’s saying bye to me! Why didn’t we meet him sooner chat?!”
<(Y/U/N)> Goodbye Mr. Soot! :)
“I am not simping chat! I thought I taught all of you better!”
Wilbur laughed as he turned off the stream. She was certainly a character.
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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]
REMEMBER BACK WHEN WE GOT INVITED TO A MASQUERADE??? And we figured out the masquerade guests are definitely the sacrifice meant to summon their eldritch deity and that the party will probably be the location of the final ritual? ANYWAY WE’RE CRASHING THE PARTY, which means we need costumes.
The party is Alice in Wonderland themed; Sammy hasn’t read the book but got kin-assigned the March Hare by Joey, so naturally i’ve been doing nothing but drawing this loser in a dapper rabbit costume for an entire week
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Anyway have a little smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 11
[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]
[Sammy] Sammy just has no magical powers.
[Jack] YET.
[Sammy] Yet. Correct. ...He doesn't want any.
[GM] Half of him doesn't want any.
[Sammy] That's... accurate, yeah. Half of him ALSO wants the OTHER half of him to stop having magical powers.
[Jack] No Magical Girl transformation?
[GM] *laughing* Is that what that is?
[Jack] I'd watch a magical anime where the main character drugs themself and then becomes a weird... religious... madman!
[Sammy] That does sound compelling! Maybe you should see if you can find a franchise that contains that element, and then become a big fan of it and draw a bunch of fanart for some reason.
[Jack] Yeah, I dunno, I mean... it's so tiring getting into new media, I need to get a friend who will drag me into it.
[Henry] And then you guys can start a roleplaying game with it and drag me into it!
[GM] There's an idea!
[Jack] Yeah! Someone should get on that!
[GM] And if there was such a theoretical game... people might have to figure... what they're doing when they wake up!
[Sammy] We were put in a situation before where we were told that the only thing we could do was kill the host, but we found a way around it last time,
[Peter] What way was that?
[Sammy] Complicated.
[GM] Henry is the first to notice the apparent cultist, camping out, looking tired, trying to spot you guys.
[Henry] Uh, Henry is just going to tap Sammy on the arm and point him out.
[Jack] Bros! You've got to unionise! Look at these working conditions!
[GM] Maybe one of these days you won't spot them, right? Hope springs eternal!
[GM] Okay, you can make an intimidate!
[Sammy] Okay! *rolls* FIFTEEN IS -- this is the only thing Sammy's good at now -- fifteen is a hard success!
[Jack] I'm proud of him!
[Sammy] Someone has to be.
[GM] Allison chats with everyone, and gets you into the costume room! Everyone seems relatively friendly!
[Sammy] Except Sammy. Sammy doesn't seem friendly.
[Joey] My idea was, Joey would be Mad Hatter --
[Sammy] Because he needs a hat,
[Joey] --Yeah, so he can have a hat -- I was thinking Sammy could be the March Hare, Jack could be White Rabbit, and then Henry could be the Dormouse,
[Sammy] Yes! And then the Haiti boys are all the Mad Teaparty, which is great, because the Mad Teaparty is canonically trapped in a time loop.
[Sammy] Because we tHOUGHT ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH,
[Jack] Kin-assign Pete!
[GM] He's content to wear anything that looks like it fits him, as long as people aren't trying to push a co-ordinated effort.
[Joey] (Pete can be Caterpillar,)
[Jack] Catter-pete-lar
[Sammy] Oh my goodness. Completely unnecessary.
[Jack] This is a pun that Jack might make, out loud, to Pete
[GM] Pete laughs, despite himself!
[Sammy] I feel like, Jack would make this pun, and then Jack would be SO pleased with himself that Pete would laugh, because Jack was so happy about it.
[Jack] Yeah that sounds canon. ....It IS canon!!
[Jack] You can like, actually pretend to be people who decided to come to this party to enjoy it, and not just steal and/or murder!
[Henry] I want someone on the help, because I feel like we would have more control if we had someone on the inside,
[Henry] And Henry does have a very forgettable face, apparently!!
[Joey] What are the staff wearing? Target red shirt, khaki pants?
[Sammy] Perfect! Everyone will fall for it! Based on my experience wearing red shirts into Target!
[GM] I guess this does mean Joey misses an opportunity to dress up Henry.
[Joey] *excited gasp* Wait, wait,
[GM] What?
[Joey] Sorry, this has nothing to do with anything that's happening right now in the roleplay, but I just suddenly realised that (1) when Henry got married, was Joey his best man, and (2) did Joey get to pick out his tuxedo for him
[Henry] UHHHH... I feel like, Henry usually defaults to Joey for outfits and stuff, but he would hesitate a bit to ask his best friend who has an obvious crush on him to help dress for his heteronormative wedding!
[Joey] There probably is at least one of the wedding photos where Joey is insistent on standing very next to Henry -- while Henry's next to Linda! -- but,
[GM] ...but also, Joey is here,
[Joey] But also Joey is here.
[Sammy] ...absolute disaster of a man...
[GM] But the tuxedos look good!
[Joey] Yes. Henry was properly fitted.
[Sammy] I don't want a full-- I don't want a freakin' fursuit, because--
[Henry] (FNAF in the distance)
[Sammy] But I feel like, since both White Rabbit and March Hare are, like, dapper rabbits, they could do something like, yeah, splicer mask and also a hat.
[Jack] I mean, Jack's not opposed; Jack likes hats.
[Sammy] Jack absolutely should have a hat, I agree.
[Jack] He's getting so many hats! So many hats, and so many boyfriends,
[GM] He can't be stopped!
[Jack] >:3c He shouldn't be stopped.
[GM] I'm still just stuck on the phrase "Dapper Rabbits."
[GM] If Joey and Allison are talking further away, I guess it's moot. Though Allison did see Prophet Sammy! He changed in her room.
[Sammy] Well, nobody explained him to her. Sammy just showed up the next day and hoped that we wouldn't talk about it, and then we didn't! It was great.
[Jack] Sammy's over here, hoping that Allison is distracted by Joey so that none of this conversation is being listened to,
[Jack] MEANWHILE, smash cut to the other side of the room, where Joey is explaining SillySam,
[Joey] A lot of Joey's lack of giving information was to keep her out of it, and not paint a target on her back... but now? She has a target on her back, so... Sure! You can also sacrifice yourself, for the greater good!
[Sammy] I'm sure someone in this party will thank Allison. It won't be me. But I'm sure someone will.
[Henry] Henry's already smearing his blood on people, he's gonna agree to whatever at this point.
[Sammy] DEFINITELY not a cult, now hold still while we put this guy's weird glowing blood on you, it's fine.
[Jack] Welcome to the flock!
[GM] What does this mean for Prophet Sammy's sacrificeability rating on Henry, though? Now he's potentially long-term useful...
[Sammy] I mean...
[Jack] The Prophet isn't here so he doesn't need to know about this!
[Sammy] ...I feel like, if something has greater value, then it's an even more impressive sacrifice. That's why you sacrifice an unblemished sheep, traditionally. If it's not a blemish--
[Sammy] Like, that's most of what he was worried about, like, “does this make you not fit for sacrifice.” But if it's actually a really cool thing, ...!
[Sammy] Sammy's nervous.
[Jack] Jack is also nervous.
[Henry] Henry is also nervous!
[Jack] Oh, that's always a good sign,
[Joey] Joey's going to be confident!
[Henry] ...Of course he is.
[Joey] Someone has to be!
[Jack]...is he "Confident" or "Confident (Fast Talk)"?
[Joey] YES. That last one.
[Sammy] *muttering* That's the best we got, unfortunately.
[Sammy] If Jack or Henry express nervousness, Sammy agrees with them. If Pete is nervous, then Sammy will very aggressively say that Joey knows what he's doing.
[Sammy] Allison, don't use a spell to bind people's souls together in order to avoid crunch,,,
[GM] You never know when something might be handy!
[Sammy] I mean,
[GM] Waste not want not!
[Henry] Does Henry have to draw in blood on himself...?
[GM] No, Henry has a lot of his own blood on his person.
[GM] Aw, man, Bendy should've commented on the rabbit outfits! I'm sure he'd find that hilarious.
[Joey] ...why...?
[GM] WHY? It's just objectively funny! No additional reason is needed!!
[Joey] Joey will go through his notes, and confer with Henry and Bendy on, okay, shall we try this, and see if we can help Bendy as well?
[Henry] Henry is down to try!
[GM] Bendy is worried about Henry overexerting himself.
[Henry] ...Henry is down to try!
[Jack] Worst case, Jack looks at the symbol, and then he can be seeing-eye rabbit for the rest of the group!
[GM] Norman wonders what the plan is!
[Henry] Bold of you to assume,
[Sammy] We're having such a good sleepover! We did a weird blood ritual, and we're braiding each other's hair~
[Joey] Having a fashion show,
[Sammy] Yeah! We went out and got clothes,
[Jack] Can't believe Joey called a boy,
[Sammy] Gotta ask Joey about the boy he likes... wait, no, don't do that.
[Jack] I'd say it's time to play seven minutes in heaven, but I think we, we did that early.
[Sammy] WE DIDN'T DO A VERY GOOD JOB,
[GM] Norman wants to see how this plays out.
[Joey] Okay, well, try not to get sacrificed, then,
[GM] He laughs, and thanks you for the advice!
[Sammy] *Hypnos Hadesgame voice* "Try not to get sacrificed, okay?"
[Henry] Allison is very helpful, and not weird at all!
[Joey] We already have the banjo case full of ritual circles, and Joey would rather have the emergency circles than Sammy carrying around bOTTLES OF INK.
[Sammy] WHY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT THAT TO BE HAPPENING? WHAT WOULD BE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT,
[GM] Make a sanity check!
[Jack] Wait, what's happening?
[Sammy] Joey was trying to think too hard.
[GM] Sammy does manage to catch that there's a little-- next to the kitchen, when you go into the place where they're serving food, there's a sign that says "Sheep Shop" over it. And there's a person wearing a sheep mask, handing out food.
[Sammy] OKAY, THAT'S FINE,,, I don't feel like Sammy has actually read Through The Looking Glass, so I don't know if he knows why this is happening. I think he's just concerned.
[GM] Excellent. Ideal response.
[GM] And Joey has NEVER seen the symbol EVER because he's incredible at not looking at creepy symbols! Which you wouldn't expect.
[Sammy] I'm sure Joey will put this in his autobiography.
[Jack] :/ No Hashtag Gay Rights at this party,
[GM] Seems to be another party-goer; in fact, you recognise the voice!
[Joey] Ohhh. Kyle -- I don't know his actual name, but --
[Sammy] (Dennis!)
[GM] (Yes, that's-)
[Joey] -- Kyle.
[Henry] Henry is going to try to sneak up on Moonlight while he's distracted!
[GM] OH! ...Okay! He's very distracted, Sammy just screamed!
[excited noises from everyone beCAUSE NO ONE EXPECTED THIS]
[GM] You successfully sneak up behind him!
[Henry] I'm going to grab the staff!
[GM] Make a Brawl check, with advantage!
[Sammy] (He has SO many limbs that don't work my dude, you got this,)
[Henry] That's a success!
[GM] You snatch it!
[Henry] I RUN!!!
[Joey] We're just both escorting Jack, now.
[Sammy] Would you say Jack is late, for a very important date?
[Jack] Well YEAH, his Face Removal was scheduled like 2 dreams ago!!
[GM] He'd have to roll for it, to see if it felt familiar to his trip to Carcosa.
[Jack] Extreme success!
[GM] Then he would pick up that familiar feeling!
[Jack] Oh, nice and homey at this party! Really nice. Nostalgic! It's been a while.
[Sammy] Hm,
[Jack] Maybe he should go play the piano, for old time's sake!
[Sammy] NO
#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx#sammy lawrence#Jack Fain#Henry Stein#when in doubt just keep drawing#Henry has a daughter he knows how to do hair#Joey's going as the Hatter so we match for Mad Teaparty purposes#I can't believe we put Sammy Lawrence in a rabbit mask and NEVER made the vanny connection how is this possible
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The Queer Appeal of Sk8
Recently @mulberrymelancholy reblogged a post of mine with a truly galaxy brain take about how Sk8 “is a show made for queer fans” and generally how sports anime often depicts love and relationships in a way that’s more accessible and relatable to ace/arospec people than other mainstream media does.
Just, *chef’s kiss* fucking brilliant. I urge you to read their post here (note I’m referring to the reblog not the actual post).
And basically, it got me thinking about this concept of Sk8 as a Queer Show, and the kinds of stories and dynamics that tend to attract queer audiences in droves, regardless of whether its queerness is made explicit or hell, whether that queerness was intended.
And that’s what I’ve been pondering: What are the cues, markers, or coding, in Sk8 that set off the community’s collective gaydar?
I obviously can’t speak for the community. So here’s what aspects of the show intrigued me and what, for me, marks Sk8 as a Queer Show beyond the subtextual queer romances: a punk/alternative aesthetic, Found Family, Shadow as a drag persona, and The Hands.
1.) The Punk Aesthetic
All three of the above screenshots are taken from Ep 1, and every single one of them depicts background characters. They’re nameless and ultimately unimportant characters, yet each of them designed so distinctly and so unique from one another, one could mistake each of them for the main character(s) of another story.
Of what little I know about Punk subculture, I do know this: that the ethos of Punk is heavily built around a celebration of individuality and non-conformity. Sk8 seems to have incorporated this ethos into the very fabric its worldbuilding, and the aesthetics and culture upon which it takes inspiration appeals specifically to a queer audience.
I don’t really need to explain why Punk has such deep ties with the queer community. For decades, queer people have found community and acceptance within punk spaces, and punk ideology is something that I think is just ingrained in the queer consciousness as both lived experience and a survival tactic.
Therefore, a show that adopts punk aesthetics is, by association, already paying homage to Queer culture, intentional or not.
Queer fans notice this- like recognizes like.
2.) Found Family
This also needs little explanation.
Too often, queer individuals cannot rely on their “born into” families for support and acceptance. Too often, we are abused, neglected, and abandoned by those who we were taught would “always be there for us.”
And so, a universal experience for queer people has been redefining the meaning of Family, having to build our families from scratch, finding brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers in people with whom we have no blood relation, and forming communities tied together by shared lived experience rather than shared genetics.
And this idea of Found Family is also built into Sk8′s narrative.
Like, for example, the way that Reki promises MIYA that he and Langa will “never disappear from [his] sight,” filling the void that MIYA felt after his friends abandoned him.
And in the way that JOE becomes a paternal figure for Reki, teaching him ways to improve in skateboarding, and ensuring that Reki doesn’t self isolate when he’s feeling insecure.
And in the whole Ep 6 business with Hiromi acting as babysitter to the Gang.
Hell, even ADAM (derogatory) is associated with this trope. Abused as a child, he finds solace in an underground skateboarding community and culture he helped create- his own found family (or some powertrippy version of it anyway).
Again, queer fans see themselves depicted in the show, but this time in the way that the show gives importance to Found Family relationships between its characters.
3.) Shadow and Drag
This is one that’s more of an association that I personally made. But I was intrigued by the way that Hiromi adopts his SHADOW persona. He wears SHADOW like a mask, and adopts a personality seemingly so opposite to his day-to-day behavior.
Further, the theatricality and general “gender fuckery” of his SHADOW persona, to me, just seemed so similar to a the characteristics of a drag persona (I don’t know a whole lot about drag but enough that I’m drawing superficial similarities).
There’s also this aspect of a “double life” that he, and actually all the other adult characters of the show, have to adopt, which is a way of living that I’m sure a lot of queer viewers see themselves reflected in.
4.) The Hands
Ohhhh the Hands.
One of the things I noticed very early on is the way the show constantly draws our attention to Reki’s hands, which I thought was a little strange for an anime about skating. After all, skating doesn’t really involve the hands, or at least the show doesn’t really draw attention to hands within the context of skating.
I count 3 times so far between Eps 1-9 in which hands are the focus of the frame.
First, when Reki teaches Langa how to fist pump after Langa lands his first ollie, second, when Reki and Langa make their Promise, and finally, when Langa saves Reki from falling off his board.
And you know what they say, twice is a coincidence but thrice is a motif (no one else actually says this I think I’m the only one who says this lol).
I’m not really certain why hands seem to be such a shared fixation among queer people (at least among those I interact with). All I know is that gay people are just fucking obsessed with them.
I have a Theory as to why, and at this point I’d love for other people to chime in and “compare notes” if you will, but I think it basically has to do with repression. And in the same way that queer people have had to redefine the meaning of family, we’ve also had to redefine intimacy.
Being overtly physically affectionate with someone of the same sex, even if they’re your significant other, or often specifically BECAUSE they’re your significant other, can still be dangerous, even now despite the “progression” of society. Queer people know this, this vigilant surveillance of our environment and ourselves, always asking ourselves, “Am I safe enough to be myself?”
Already, Western culture is pretty touch-averse. That is, it’s considered taboo to touch someone unless they’re a family member or a romantic partner. And to touch a person of the same sex in any way that could be misconstrued as romantic (which is most things tbh) is a big no no.
There’s just A Lot to unpack there.
But basically I think that queer people, by necessity, have had to learn to romanticize mundane or unconventional ways of being physically intimate so that we can continue to be romantic with one another without “being caught” so to speak.
Kissing and hugging is too obvious. But a handshake that lingers for just a second too long is much more likely to go unnoticed, braiding someone’s hair can easily be explained away as just lending a helping hand, touching palms to “compare hand sizes” is just good fun.
But for queer people, these brief and seemingly insignificant touches hold greater meaning, because it’s all we are allowed, and all we allow ourselves, to exchange with others.
God, I’ve gone off and rambled again. What’s my point? Basically that the way the show draws attention to Reki’s hands, and specifically how they’re so often framed with Langa’s hands, is one of the major reasons why I clocked Sk8 as a Queer. It’s just something that resonated with me and my own experience of queerness, and I know that I’m not the only one who noticed either.
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So in conclusion, uhhhh yeah Sk8 the Infinity is just a super gay show, and it’s not even because of the homo-romantic subtext (that at this point is really just Text).
Because what’s important to understand is that Queerness isn’t just about same-sex romance.
Queer Love isn’t just shared between wives/girlfriends, husbands/boyfriends, and all their in-betweens. Queer Love can be two best friends who come out together, queer siblings who rely and support one another, a gay teacher who helps guide one of their questioning students, a queer community pitching in to help a struggling member.
And that all ties with another important thing to consider, that what we refer to as the “queer experience” or “queer culture” isn’t universal. In fact, it wrongly lumps together the unique experiences and struggles of queer BIPOC all under one umbrella that’s primary White and middle class.
So I think what drives a lot of my frustration about labeling a show like Sk8 as Queerbait is this very issue of considering queerness and queer representation within such narrow standards, and mandating that a show must pass a certain threshold of explicit queerness to be considered good representation.
I get that someone might only feel represented by an indisputable canonization of a same-sex couple. That’s fine. But labeling Sk8 as Queerbait for that reason alone ignores the vast array of other queer experiences.
The aspects of Sk8 that resonate most deeply with my own experiences of queerness is in the way that Reki and Langa share intimacy through skating (intricate rituals heyo). For me, them officially getting together ultimately doesn’t matter- I’ll consider Sk8 a Queer show regardless.
Similarly, @mulberrymelancholy finds ace/arospec representation in that very absence of an on-screen kiss. A bisexual man might find representation in Reki, not because he enters a canon relationship, but in the depiction of Reki’s coming of age, growing up and navigating adolescent relationships. A non-binary person might feel represented through CHERRY’s androgyny.
That’s the thing, I don’t know how this show will resonate with other members of the queer community, and it’d be wrong to make a judgement on Sk8′s queer representation based on my experiences alone.
That being said, Straight people definitely don’t get to judge Sk8 as Queerbait. Y’all can watch and enjoy the show, we WANT you to enjoy these kinds of shows, and we want you to share these shows and contribute to the normalization and celebration of these kinds of narratives.
But understand that you don’t have a right to tell us whether or not Sk8 has good or bad queer representation.
And even members of the queer community are on thin ice. Your experience of queerness is not universal. Listen to the other members of your community, and respect that what you might find lacking in this show may be the exact representation that someone else needs.
#and scene#i was up till 4am writing this instead of doing my hw#bc i hav Opinions dammit#sk8#sk8 the infinity#sk8 meta#sk8 theory#queerbait
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MASSAGES
PAIRING: Akaashi Keiji x Reader
GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Comfort (?) | Highschool AU
WARNINGS: a TINY bit suggestive | massage gets a lil 😳 | shoulder kink?? | lmk if there's more
A/N: hi here you go uhhhh I'm still working on the setter's help chapter 8, but it should be out soon!! sorry if this sucks I literally just thought of it sorry
He heard the tiny groans you made in class, your neck adjusting uncomfortably, and your wincing face as you roll your shoulders in your desk. You looked like you were in pain. He narrows his eyes in confusion as he watches you shift in your seat, tapping his pencil on the desk while he tries to think of a solution.
He was upset when it didn't come at all that day.
"Hey, Keiji, can I come over tonight? I need help with English, if that's okay," you ask politely while walking next to him in the hall.
"Uh, sure, I can pick you up after practice." He glanced at you from the side, letting a tiny frown overcome his lips as he looked at your sighed annoyingly.
You hum in satisfaction at his answer, moving along towards the front doors to leave, leaving the man you were with by himself to practice. What was wrong with you?
~.~.~.~
"Okay, so I'm confused, what does this sentence mean again?" You point at your textbook, scooting towards him as you lay on his bed. His eyes flick to the line the pad of your finger lies on top of, reading it.
"How are you," he says in English, repeating it back in Japanese and explaining the grammar rules behind it. You nod along, staring. His voice was calming to listen to- it almost distracted you from the kink in your shoulder for a minute. But, it rolls around, creating a nuisance in your shoulder blade.
Grunting, you grimace and pull your elbow back off the bed, and balance on a single arm as you try to move your shoulder to get rid of the sharp pain.
"What's wrong? You've been doing that all day," Keiji says while moving closer towards you, swiping his work away from his side of the bed.
"Uh, nothing much," you choke down a harsh sigh, "I just have something in my back that hasn't left for a while, starting to get on my nerves."
Ohhh. Duh. That explains it. Well, what could he do about it? He bit the inside of his lip as he pulls his brain cells apart to try and help you out in some way. Oh- yeah, that could work.
"Will you let me rub your back?" The question popped up curiously, genuine. He watches you halt your motions and slowly look up to him in shock. What did he just ask you?
"Um, yeah...sure," you reply, turning your body to let your back face him and turning your head to the side to watch, even though you know you can't see anything. You feel his weight pick up behind you on the bed, his knees touching your lower back.
Tingling warmth trails up your skin as you feel his fingers graze your skin over the thinness of your shirt, his hot palm coming up to squeeze your shoulder. Now, you could only see his knuckles and his digits as they curl over the skin of your shoulder, a tickling sensation igniting when he trails his thumb back and forth on the other side.
"Can you tell me where it is?" He pokes at your back, telling you where his hand is, so you give him directions to the cramp. He finds it, pushing down a bit until you bounce. "Ah, sorry." He slides his hand down from your shoulder to its location, kneading in around it. Your head lazily falls back in contentment, your ears not picking up the stifled chuckle that left his lips when he saw you.
His hands worked really well, slowly eliminating the pain in your shoulder. It was almost intimate, the way his hands explored your back, especially when his fingertips brushed the skin under the fabric that covered your torso, and when his hands dipped further into your skin, forcing a soft sigh to exit your lungs. He smiled, content. You closed your eyes in peace, your mind yelling at you to keep from enjoying the breathless contact.
You kept the whine in your throat when his hands left your body, the ghost of his body heat still lingering on your now-relaxed muscles.
"Does it feel better now?" You can feel his fingers fiddling the bottom of your shirt when he asks, his vision sticking to the back of your neck as you turn your head to the side again.
"Mhm," you hum.
"Do...you want me to keep going?" He saw the expansion of your eyelids, already knowing the answer. "Here," he says with an obvious grin, slipping his fingers under your shirt once again.
You could learn English later.
again, sorry
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Adult Souichi x Reader (2 day fic; day 1)
uhhhh idk
i was thinking about why souichi would even bring reader home and i figured there needed to be a 'logical reason' for him to do so.
So i wrote this???
its part 1 of the 2 day fic and also a slight introduction of who reader is?? idk idk
please enjoy
（oh shit forgot to mention, this fic only makes sense if you read the binzo x reader fic I wrote!!! ehehe sorry)
When Souichi was first introduced to you, he was told that you were a creature like none other. In simple terms, he was explained that you were a 'wild-cannibalistic witch'. But not just any ordinary witch, you had the ability to take and give power to others. Sort of like a vessel of power. But, because of your instability, you were passed from master to master, never staying with anyone for long.
With the fangs you were sporting, there was no way Souichi could doubt you had cannibalistic tendencies. They weren’t as large in number or as long as his son’s, but they still looked like they could cause quite a lot of damage nonetheless. However, the ‘vessel of power’ part was not something he’d ever heard of before. He was extremely skeptical.
However, all his doubts about you quickly disappeared when you physically touched him.
When the seller was explaining something to Souichi, he had accidentally gotten a bit too close to the cage you were held in. When you reached your hand out and grabbed his wrist, he was terrified that you would try to rip it off. But you did nothing of the sort. A tingling sensation surged through his hand as you looked at one another, almost like he could physically feel the power flowing through his veins. He knew then and there that he had to have you.
The seller then explained that although you were able to transfer power to others, it would only be possible when you were truly happy. A light would become ever so slightly visible in your eyes, indicating your preparation to do so. However, there was also a downside. If you were ever displeased, the counterpart would be drained of their own power, and in extreme cases, of their life force as well. Souichi was finally able to understand why you had been passed around so many times now. But he was determined to get more powerful, so he took the chance and purchased you. If anything, he could just throw you away if you ever became a danger to him.
When he first brought you to his haunt, he expected you to have a bit of a hard time adjusting to his lifestyle. However, you settled in quite quickly.
His older brother and sister were extremely displeased by his sudden addition to the 'family', but they soon came to like you. He often wondered if you had used your power in secret to make them feel such a way towards you.
His son, Binzo on the other hand… He decided to make your life a living hell. He would pull on your hair and tear up your clothes whenever you got too close. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to put you in a different room. But unfortunately, Binzo’s room was the only one properly equipped with chains to hold you back from running away. For now.
Although he could feel a bit of your power transfer into him whenever you ran your hands through his hair or held onto his hand, it wasn’t enough. It was nothing like the first time you two had touched. He wanted to feel that sensation again. He wanted to see how much more powerful you could make him.
That’s when Souichi decided to pull you from the haunt and treat you to a little pampering. That’s something you obviously never experienced before. Hopefully, it would make you happy enough to give him the power he so craved.
Souichi watched from the sofa as you looked in the mirror and shook your freshly cut hair side to side, your new dress also flowing in the air. Although you still had your mask on, he could tell that you were smiling widely.
Even though all the things you two did today made you happy, it didn’t last long. Every time you would be pulled away from Souichi so you could get your hair done, or be fitted for clothes, the light in your eyes would quickly fade away. Leaving you to be a nervously, low growling mess. He needed to figure out a way to make that light come back and keep it there long enough for him to harness your power.
“What time do we get the Kimono again.” You asked as you took off your mask.
“Around 4.”
“And then we go back home?”
He laughed through his nose at the word “home”. You had only been with him for a couple of weeks, yet you already considered his home yours. He wondered if you assimilated this easily into your other old master’s lives.
“Yeah. We go home tomorrow.”
Although he had initially planned on only going out until the afternoon, because the kimonos he had ordered for you wouldn’t be ready until the next day, you two were forced to stay overnight at a local hotel.
His eyes followed as you walked around the spacious room, examining each and every item. You picked up and put down the phone multiple times, and swirled around the desk chair until you couldn’t walk straight.
He could swear that he heard you say Binzo’s name as you played around by yourself. For someone who got tortured by his son daily, you wouldn’t shut up about him. During the entire time you two were out, you mentioned Binzo over 20 different times.
“What’s this?” You asked, tapping your long fingernails on a black glass box.
“A TV.” Souichi responded.
You repeated the word with wonder. “So… Is it like a black mirror or?...” You brought your face up close to it, examining your own reflection.
Have you really never seen a TV before? Souichi figured with the number of times your seller mentioned you were passed around, you would have been a bit more knowledgeable about the world.
Grabbing the remote from beside him, he turned the TV on. Souichi laughed as you jumped back and growled at the tiny people that suddenly appeared in the box. “Relax. It can’t hurt you.” He said as he took out a cigar from his suit jacket and lit it.
Souichi's eyes stayed glued to the TV as a large duck-like character reported the current weather. It had actually been a while since he watched tv himself.
Finally calming down, you cautiously walked over to the couch and took a seat next to the older man. Souichi passed you the remote, allowing you to flip through the channels. You barely stayed on a single one, curiosity forcing you to examine what each channel had to offer. However, due to you both staying in a hotel in a small town, you only got CS channels. In other words, 6 channels. 7 if you counted the channel with NHK’s giant logo asking its viewers to pay to watch. For some reason, you seemed to like that one the most.
Starting to feel a bit bored, Souichi turned his head to the side and called for your attention. Your eyes quickly shut as he released the smoke in his mouth onto your face.
A smile prematurely grew on his face as he expected you to turn away and cough from the smoke, but you didn’t. Instead, when your eyes opened, a small light was visible in the depths of your pupils.
You actually liked that?
Souichi’s hand snaked down to touch your exposed thigh. The light started to glow brighter. His hand tingled as you looked up at him with pleading eyes, asking him to do it again.
Bringing the cigar to his lips, he gathered up smoke in his mouth.
The smoke he exhaled towards you briefly dissipated as you breathed it in. A look of content spread across your face as the man repeated this action once more.
Souichi's eyes moved down to look at your slightly parted lips. He knew he shouldn’t…Your teeth, although nothing compared to his ex-girlfriend, were dangerously sharp, and if you misunderstood his action, there was a possibility he might get hurt.
But he just wanted to try this once…
Taking his hand off your thigh, he grabbed your chin and moved your face closer to his. Taking a quick puff from the cigar, he blew smoke into your mouth. As the smoke escaped you, Souichi pressed his lips against yours.
His free hand moved back down to your thigh, traveling further into your dress as he gave you small pecks. Your own hand moved onto his suit pants, copying his motions.
Your small hand briefly rubbed over the bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a shaky breath. He hadn’t been touched by someone like that in so long.
Souichi’s head felt like it was spinning. His entire body was tingling from the sensation of being in contact with you.
Could this be the feeling of power transferring into him?
A small whine escaped your lips as he pulled away. Your body leaned forward, pleading for him to kiss you again.
Looking at the cigar still burning in his hand, Souichi spoke to himself. “I wonder…” He moved the cigar to the tips of his fingers and, with confidence, threw it in the air.
Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as it suddenly disappeared. He had never been able to successfully do that before. Souichi spoke in an excited voice, asking if you saw what he had just done. However, you didn’t reply.
The smile on his face quickly faded as he looked upon your tired face. Your eyes were on the brink of shutting and your head nodded back and forth lazily.
“Maybe I went a bit too fast…” Souichi said, worried that he might have pulled the power out of you a bit too suddenly.
Picking you up from the couch he placed you on the bed.
Souichi waved his hand in the air, making the cigar appear once more. A wicked smile spread across his lips as blew smoke down onto your resting body.
Getting power from you is gonna be easier than he expected.
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I know Jason "came back to life" in the eyes of the public etc but like legit interested in your opinion on this because I'm just confused and interested in how he went about that, y'know? Like wouldn't it take him years? And who does he get to confirm its him and not some rando? IIRC Bruce didn't know he did that until the iceberg lounge thing which is weird if his son came back to life you would think he would testify or something sooner? I just don't know how it would work lol 😳🤔
SO you sent me down a reading rabbit hole.
The thing about Jason’s situation compared to most situations irl is the fact that since he genuinely did die, there was a body and everything. That definitely makes it tricky. However, even though in our minds he was dead a super long time since he was killed in the 80s, he was only really gone for what’s probably 5 or so years by the time in RHATO he’s trying to ‘come back’. It being not even a decade is in his favor (I haven’t found a ruling for New Jersey specifically yet but in Ohio for instance a death ruling can’t be overturned if it’s been more than 3 years, so less time dead is better. But Ohio’s the only state i’ve seen the 3 year thing for so working with 5 should be okay here)
Most cases about people needing to re-declare themselves alive that have happened irl I’ve found are either missing persons who were presumed dead after many years being away (the base line is 7, some states have it as less though), OR the more common situation of literally just clerical error on this thing called the ‘Death Master File’ (apparently like, nearly 40 people get declared dead by accident every day in the US! which is WHACK!)
The grounds Jason would likely try to use is that it was a mistaken body (so somebody else) and he had actually just been missing all this time, which would kinda be a mix between a ‘fraudulent death’ claim and then the missing person type thing. Fraudulent death seems to be one of the harder ones to prove (because most of the time this category is more for people who purposely faked their deaths). In general, the fact that this happened with him as a child rather than as an adult, means there’s less cases I’ve been able to find that are even remotely similar but it also might help him out since there’s less precedent and also it’s more clear it probably wasn’t a like ‘get insurance money/run away from money owed’ scam.
However, identity theft with dead people is like, a pretty common thing, so yeah proving oneself alive is not the easiest process in the world.
But most of the like, ‘things that make being declared legally dead even if you aren’t a really really bad and a lengthy process to fix’ are like, money related (social security, life insurance, bank accounts, property stuff, etc) and for someone like Jason who was 15 at time of death (so not married or owning property) and money apparently does not seem to be a problem for due to his various criminal activities, these wouldn’t be anywhere near as big of a deal. Like, sure a little inconvenient perhaps but definitely not entirely devastating like it can be for the real normal people that this kind of thing happens to. Also, when he bought the Iceberg Lounge, he bought it out from under the fuckin’ Penguin, so like, there’s already some shady shit going on there, so even if he was still in the process of ‘coming back to life’ he’d probably have been able to get that all started.
Also the ‘confirming it’s him’ thing as far as I’ve gathered from what I’ve read doesn’t... anywhere say it actually requires he bring someone from his life (Bruce) to verify it’s him? It’s way more about the combination of your presence & the documentation. So as long as he has photo ID and like as many of his official documents as possible (which. sneaking into the manor to steal his real passport from childhood and other documents like that i think is absolutely something he could/would do especially since like, earlier in RHATO 2016 it’s shown Bizarro’s door thing can literally get into the Batcave. I think it’s not unlikely to assume at some point he thought it could all come in handy and swiped ‘em) he could get the process going. This might differ since he was a minor at time of death but again every real case I’ve found so far was dealing with adults so I’m not sure.
Getting the US government to declare you alive though, like, from what I read can honestly be done as quickly as within a few weeks OR it can take years (but usually the ‘years’ there is more figuring out all that money and insurance related stuff, which again, not as big a deal for Jason specifically)
Another consideration I’d like to bring up is the fact that being presumed/found dead and later turning back up definitely happens a lot more in the DC universe than real life. Like, there’s supervillain attacks and world disasters and shit all the time. I think that realistically in the DCU there is probably a better system set up than IRL for handling cases like this, which would work in his favor.
I also think that due to the fact he was a relatively known person in Gotham, and we know Gotham’s systems are NOT the most uhhhh ‘by the books’ especially if theres public pressure and money being thrown at them, I pretty firmly believe he could have gotten it settled relatively quickly.
In real life it would be a lot harder due to the factor of the body, since he’d have to try to prove that wasn’t him even though it literally was, but liiiike unless Bruce had cashed in big on life insurance and didn’t have the means to pay it back (which this happened years before he lost the fortune LMAO) he should probably be fine, this is a comics world where most problems can be solved if you throw money at them (real life’s kinda like that too of course but comics take it to an EXTREME).
I do agree that Bruce would probably need to have been at least a little aware this was all happening, but for dramatic effect since this is in fact a comic book I understand why they had it be a surprise to him. A panel of Bruce getting a phone call from his lawyer wouldn’t have been nearly as effective as Jason just suddenly being on TV. Also like, I don’t think it’s impossible to rule out Bruce could have known he was in the process of legally coming back to life but not have known he was doing so in Gotham, because Jason being back in in the city was Bruce’s actual problem there.
Also funnily enough one of the cases of a person I found who was declared dead but is still alive was someone with the last name ‘Todd’, weird coincidence world.
Some further reading about real cases of people coming back / things I might have referenced but wasn’t sure exactly where to link along the way: (one) (two) (three) (four)
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