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xenia-cenia · 1 year

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Restoring What's Been Lost - Ruggie Bucchi x Fem!Reader

Thank you @cursedcola for letting me take inspiration from their post here! Give it a read, it's super good!

Guess who stayed up 5 (count em! 5 WHOLE HOURS!) on just writing this alone just for me to STILL Not be happy with the ending

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TWs: hurt to comfort, bullying, loosing something important, reader is Yuu/MC, reader has long enough hair to get on their face, uhm this did not go the way I was expecting sorry, tangled is my favorite disney movie as you can tell, uhhhh this got kinda brutal, unedited, stayed up all night on this, hospital (nurses office but yknow), maybe OOC?

Your fingers twisted around a small tuft of hair, the smell of his shampoo escaping to the air the more you explored. His head was in your lap, his nose pressed firmly against your stomach, and his thumb slowly caressing the small of your back. Gently, as if he were afraid you'd break if he pushed too hard. You smiled softly, tenderly untangling a knot he'd missed, your tightly woven bracelet hitting the back of his head each time you moved your right wrist. His room was already filled with soft touches of you, your favorite snacks stuffed in drawers, a gift he was planning to give you for your upcoming anniversary, but none of it compared to when you sat with him. The soft dip in the mattress cover, the way you tend to hum to fill the silence.

"Ruggie?" You mumbled, hand drifting to his fluffy ears. He twitched in response, a low hum filling his throat. "I need to get up."

"...why?" His voice was muffled by the fabric of your shirt which he had nuzzled his face even deeper into. "Can't cha' just stay?"

You pushed his head off your lap, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. "Come with me."

He blinked. "With you? Thought you had some sorta Ramshackle thing and it was top-secret."

"What? Who told you that? Was it Grim? Ugh. It totally was. No, you can come. He's just jealous that I've been busy with you."

Ruggie smiled, reaching his hand up to pull on the collar of your shirt, bringing your head down to where he could press a kiss against your lips. His fingers stayed wrapped in the fabric, the warmth of his hands nearly matching the heat quickly rising to your face. He exhaled onto your lips, his freezing breath shocking you back to reality. Slowly, he let go of your shirt, bringing his hand to your face and brushing away a few loose hairs. "I'd be jealous, too." He finally whispered, his eyes scanning each feature on your face. "You... you're addicting."

"Rugs..." You mumbled, the pet name quirking your lips upward, "What is with you today?"

He hesitated, his fingers frozen in the air, "...I dunno."

"We're gonna be late."

"Grim can wait."

You frowned fondly, flicking his cheek lightly, "That's rude."

"So?"

"Ruggie."

"Ugh, fine." He got up from under you, steadying himself by pressing his hand on your shoulder, letting it linger longer than it needed to, and forced himself off the mattress. He raised his hands to the ceiling, fingers interlocked and eyes shut, a satisfying stretch to get him back to the real world.

You followed him, quickly moving across the room and grabbing your things as you went, you threw open his closet and stole a hoodie.

"Hey." He spoke, not even having to look at you to know what you'd done.

"Girlfriend tax."

He rolled his eyes, keeping his body turned away so you couldn't see the embarrassing smile on his lips. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"If only you were so lucky." You came up behind him and kissed his shoulder, "You ready?"

"If I say no, can we-"

"No."

"Then, yeah. Ready." He stepped towards the door and outstretched his hand for you, head still pointed at the ground. You smiled and closed the distance, weaving your fingers together, giggling at how quickly he marched out the door.

You had been dating for nearly two months now, and he still gets flustered by the proximity. You'd think it were cute, if not for the teasing he gets for it from other Savanaclaw students. You'd say something yourself, if not for the... well, just about everything. It was hard enough to survive as a Magicless student at a Magic school, no need to spice things up by provoking people. Not like you don't know how to defend yourself, of course. (It was one of the first things Ruggie insisted you know.)

Your bracelet sank down your wrist, the faded pink, black, and white yarn tickling his hand. He wrinkled his nose at the feeling, attempting to move the bracelet more toward you with his thumb without you noticing. You laughed at him, unlinking your hands and switching to the other side of him.

"Sorry. Forgot you hate it." You spoke, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand in apology.

"'S whatever." He mumbled, spare hand playing with his scarf. "Where did you get that anyhow?"

Your grip on his hand loosened a small ingenuine smile on your lips. "It's, ah. Home. I guess."

He shut his mouth, wincing at your sorrowful tone. Dammit. He knew better than to bring up anything related to where you're from. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, watching how you followed the curve of the pavement with your eyes.

"What're you meeting with Grim for?"

"Tuna budget."

Ruggie snorted, his head tilting up. "Course that cat doesn't listen to what you say."

You squeezed his hand, the faintest hint of a smile starting to grow on your face, " Ruggie Bucchi, are you seriously jealous of Grim?"

"Jealous? Me? Naw. He's just a little freak, that's all."

"You should tell him that. In fact- oh." You were cut off by Ruggie's phone beeping incessantly. Ruggie let go of you and reached for it, shoulders drooping when he saw who was calling him. "Leona?" You asked before he could say anything. He nodded.

"'M sorry, I gotta-"

You stood on your toes and kissed his cheek, "It's okay. I'll see you later. Keep your phone on, though."

He looked between you and his phone before walking back toward the dorm, the phone pressed to his ear.

You sighed, watching as he disappeared inside, and walked towards the Mirror back to Ramshackle.

After leaving the Hall of Mirrors, you were surprised to see a mix of Pomefiore and Diasomnia students standing outside the door. They went silent as you passed, each of their pointed glares locked onto you. You quickened your pace, heart racing when you looked back and realized the group was gone.

You searched through your pockets for your phone as you walked, legs starting to tremble. There was a part of you that was livid, sick of avoiding the student's cruel streaks and hoping Ruggie or Leona would notice in time to help. But the fear outweighed the anger, the reality that there were 3 of them and only one of you.

It started small. Eggs were thrown at Ramshackle, something that could be attributed to a stupid prank. Then the windows on the first floor were shattered, then your things started to go missing. Clothes, homework, just about anything that wasn't bolted down was gone.

You'd wanted to tell Ruggie. You did - it wasn't just a purposeful ignorance of the situation that kept your mouth shut, it was the exhaustion in his eyes. He didn't need another task. Another person to worry about. Another person to protect.

It wasn't like they threatened you directly, anyway. Just your things. You could get new things. Hide them in different places. Sleep in the bathroom with the door locked. Hide a knife in each drawer.

No, you were fine. You had Grim! Well, kind of. He was always doing his own thing, the only thing he noticed being gone was the tuna. But even so, it wasn't that bad. Right? Right.

As you hurried back to Ramshackle, you were acutely aware of how fast the sun was setting and the shuffling sounds of footsteps behind you. Your mind was racing - should you run? Where would you run to? Are you faster than them? Is Ramshackle even safe? Could you pull your phone out and call Ruggie fast enough? Would he be mad?

"Hey." A gruff voice from behind you called out, quiet snickering quickly following it. "Hey!" The voice got louder, accompanied by a hand grabbing onto your shoulder.

You slowly turned to the assailant, a trembling smile on your face. "C... can I help you?"

The student, with sweeping brown hair and pristine skin, smiled at you. He removed his hand from your shoulder, taking a step away from you. Before you could fathom why, the wind was knocked out of your lungs as a fist plunged into your chest. You were knocked to the ground, your arms scratching against the cement.

You looked up to see a pair of Diasomnia students with bright red hair and matching grins, one pulled out his Magical Pen as the other grabbed you by the collar and punched you in the face. You choked on your spit, lips tightly pressed together to stop yourself from giving any sort of reaction. The other student grabbed your hair and pulled it, lighting a mild fire spell against your forehead, and applying increasing amounts of pressure.

Your hands rose to defend yourself, but before you could fight back the other dug his nails into your wrist and twisted it. You felt tears in your eyes as a strangled sound left your throat, but kept twisting. The brown-haired student walked towards your twisted wrist and slid off your bracelet, twirling it between his fingers.

"N-no... ngh!" You tried to protest, but the student twisting your wrist switched to punching your nose.

"Hmm." The brown-haired student smiled, "A bracelet from another world, belonging to NRCs one and only female student. Who knows how much it'll sell for?" He pocketed the bracelet and nodded toward the other two before walking off back to the Hall of Mirrors.

One of the Diasomnia students grunted, letting go of you and following after. The one holding your hair shoved you to the ground, laughing at how your head knocked against the cement and quickly caught up with the other two.

Your vision blurred as you stared at the sky, burning pain shooting through your ribs with each shaky breath. Tears slid down your face, sobs muted by the harsh wind. You raised your left hand, bringing it to your forehead and wincing at the heat that remained. You shut your eyes tightly, unable to withstand the burning, and felt your hand search through your pockets before the world faded away.

...

Ruggie felt bad enough for leaving you as is, but then to check his phone and see 10 missed calls? He was overcome with guilt and an uncomfortable sensation at the bottom of his stomach - it wasn't pain or nausea, just a sense of unease.

He would've made an excuse for ditching Leona's chores, but seeing as Leona was already passed out, he didn't see the need. He flung a wet towel over his shoulder hoping he could get back to work after checking in with you.

As he walked through the dorm, he kept recalling your number. The first time you didn't answer he was annoyed. By the third he was worried. By the twelfth, he was sprinting to Ramshackle.

It was so dark he almost missed his, but his body knew more than his mind, he knew the smell of your perfume, and he stopped in his tracks. He snapped his head around, searching, until he could finally see a crumpled body lying on the ground.

Ruggie has always considered himself to be calm in an emergency. He'd seen his fair share of them back home, after all, but there was always a layer of separation. Or a knowing that things weren't safe. Or some other intangible difference he couldn't put his finger on, maybe it was just the fact that it was you.

He hadn't remembered what had happened after he realized that it was you on the ground, but the next thing he could remember was shaking his leg outside the nurse's office, crouching against a wall with his fingers steepled above his head. His head felt foggy, like everything before and after you were just a distant memory, some irrelevant event. No, none of it was as important as you. He'd lose everything, anything, just to see you smile again. Or hear you hum, your eyes shut in content as he watched you.

Mesmerizing. You were mesmerizing. He knew this. He's known this. It felt like a trick for you to have any interest in him, and it felt even cheaper for him to love you back just to take you away.

How cruel could someone be to do this to you? You? Stunning, shining you?

He loved you. He's never said it. But he knew it. He's known it. He loves you.

He loves you.

It took 4 hours and 39 minutes for the nurse to come into the hallway and catch his teary gaze, a gloved hand beckoning him inside. He felt his heart would catch in his chest, anxiously following the nurse to your bedside.

When he laid eyes on you, he wanted to collapse. To sink to his knees and start breaking things. He almost wished the only time he'd seen you like this was under the cover of night, where he could pretend your injuries weren't as severe as they were. To never see you covered in bandages, a tube with a healing potion slowly dripping into your mouth, open wounds trailing down your right arm.

"I..." He kept his eyes on you, hand cautiously grabbing yours, "Is she...?"

"She'll be fine."

He exhaled, thumb caressing the back of your hand. A tense breath left his lips as he stared at your wrist. "...her bracelet. Did you take it off?"

"She didn't have a bracelet."

"Don't lie to me. She always wears that."

"Mr Bucchi, I-"

Ruggie stood and left the nurses office, his fingers digging into his palms.

It never takes long to find information, not for him at least. It took even less time to put names on the three students selling the 'otherworldy' bracelet, and to find them alone.

The Diasomnia students, twin brothers with a penchant for violence. They never thought well for themselves, often taking orders or cheating those around them. The only ally they had was a Pomefiore student who vied for Housewarden. He was not above tricking and using those around him, as many of the freshmen can attest to.

The Diasomnia students were the easiest. They ran up and down the steps daily, pushing those in their way all for their workout. It took one use of his signature spell to send them both tumbling down with sprained ankles and broken wrists.

The Pomefiore one was a bit harder. He watched him as you recovered, still unable to open your eyes, and he finally saw his opportunity as he tried to sell your bracelet.

By the time Ruggie was finished with him, the Pomefiore student and his 'client' were rushed to the Nurses office for priority care.

Ruggie palmed your bracelet as he sat by your bedside, always having a Savanaclaw student by you as he enacted his plan, and slowly slipped it onto your wrist.

"...I love you." He mumbled, brushing his thumb against the yarn to clear some dirt, "I love you."

...

Blinding light, soft mumbling. You knit your eyebrows together and scrunched your nose as your eyes fluttered open. Your throat was dry, there was a pounding in your head, and your hand felt like it was on fire.

"Nurse." A watery voice called out, "Nurse!"

You tried to search for the sound, but all you could see was a vague outline. Calloused hands grabbed yours, and you could just about hear someone saying your name.

The figure was pushed away as a new person leaned over you, asking you rapid-fire questions you couldn't understand.

"Wa-water." You choked out.

The figure rushed off at the hand wave of the person leaning over you. They sat you up on the bed, their eyes slowly coming into focus.

"-bad reaction to the potion. Do you understand? Can you hear me?"

You nodded slowly, searching the brightly lit room. "W...where am I?"

"You're in the nurse's office. There was... there was an incident. How much do you remember?"

"I..." You winced as a burning pain filled your head, your lifted your hands over your face.

"It's okay. Just relax. You've been sleeping for a while now."

"Wha...?"

"It's been 2 days, (Y/N)."

"Wai... wait. Ruggie...?" Your hands fell to your sides.

"He's here."

"...'s okay?"

"He's fine."

The figure came back into your vision holding a cup of water, the nurse grabbed it from the figure's hands and pressed it to your lips. You drank the water in seconds, the liquid soothing a pain you hadn't realized you had.

"Wh... where's Ruggie?" You looked around the room, "I..."

The figure stepped closer, slightly pushing the nurse out of the way, and you could see bright blue eyes. "I'm here." His hands grabbed yours, and a wave of relaxation fell over you. "H... how are you feeling?"

"...it's bright."

"Ah!" The nurse exclaimed, pushing a light away from your face. You blinked and could finally see small bandaids covering Ruggie's face and tears in his eyes.

"Rugs..." You muttered eyebrows knit together in concern. "You're-"

He cut you off by grabbing your hand and squeezing. "I'm here."

You nodded slowly, "You're here."

Ruggie smiled softly, his lips pursed, "I'll be here. Wherever you are. Whatever you need."

"Ruggie?"

"Yes?"

You shakily reached up and grabbed him by the shirt collar, bringing his head down to you, pressing a hesitant kiss on his lips. "I need you to stay."

He smiled, his lips still locked onto yours, a cool breath brushing against your bottom lip, "Of course."

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m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s · 2 months

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I’ve written another chronicle

Shorter than the last, but I’ve had this one in my head for a week now and was writing it throughout the week, and uhhhh

Yeah hope you all enjoy :)

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Word Count: 677 words

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of trauma (not detailed, but mentioned), mixed angst and comfort (dashing of fluff)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #7, so if you want more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on in this chronicle :)

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chronicle II - savior

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That night, he saved her from whatever monster was surely coming to get her.

“You keep working late, and you’ll start losing sleep.”

It was worth it.

That’s what Bucky had told himself when V had shown up at his door.

Mere hours before the sun would rise, cresting the horizon with its warmth.

It couldn’t come fast enough.

She was running, running from monsters and people and things that weren’t even real, yet her mind was clouded with what was real and what was fake.

A fuzzy line that split reality in two. Halves of a whole, broken and misused.

Bucky hadn’t ever seen her like this, but he didn’t need to.

He saw it in himself.

Nights upon nights of cold sweats and screaming and sobbing so hard that sheets and pillow cases were damp for days after. Mirrors that held another of yourself, somehow you and another of yourself at the same time. Gazes held in glass that you couldn’t hold for long before turning back to shaking hands no longer your own.

It was 3 am now, a head sprawled across his lap as he sat on his bed.

Soft breaths, no longer shudders of her breath in the wind, tears spilling out of troubled eyes.

She didn’t tell him what she saw.

He didn’t expect her to.

The fear of another shadowy snake with fangs and poison and eventual demise far outweighed the voice lodged in her throat.

Her hair had grown.

Long, almost all the way down her back, loose frizz of waves and curls a heap in Bucky’s lap.

Stark white bangs, contrasting red.

The white hadn’t been there before-

“Buck?”

He hadn’t even heard him.

“You okay? I, uh, heard screaming from…”

Steve didn’t have so many nightmares anymore.

They both knew he wasn’t a stranger though.

“She had a nightmare.”

It was a knowing between the three of them. Of knowing there needed to be someone to turn to when the nights got rough, when the nightmares were no longer nightmares, but reality.

The halves of the whole.

“Bucky.”

Steve was a half in this whole.

“You can’t keep saving her like this. You heard what Banner said. It would have to be a miracle if she even remembers-”

“I wanted to save her.”

Simmers of anger, bleeding into Bucky’s veins.

“I know, Buck-”

“No, you don’t. You have no idea what it’s like. Stop trying to pretend you know what it’s like.”

The anger died on the tip of Bucky’s tongue.

Steve was just a half of the whole, trying to find his best friend, desperate to make things right.

Deep down, the truth had been twisted by the short outburst.

Bucky was still adjusting to having someone who cared, not a figment or dream, but real.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Soft padding of feet, the weight of another joining Bucky next to him.

“You’ve always been the savior, Buck.”

In truth, he was.

Bucky had been the one to save the damsel in distress, to fight for a lady in the bar behind the movie theater, laying his life down, even if it meant coming back home with a black eye.

Home.

“I love her.”

“I know. I was there.”

He was a savior to his home. His person.

To V.

“I vowed to protect her, Steve.”

The stillness kept the words Steve wanted to say at bay, tides going back out to sea, retreating.

Steve knew the lengths Bucky would go to.

Even if she didn’t remember.

“She always said you’d lose sleep staying up this late.”

Stillness stopped, the warmth of the joke spreading.

Steve caught the crack of the smile on Bucky’s face.

“She did.”

Steve was a half in the whole, comforting, and Bucky’s best friend.

Even if Bucky was still grasping to remember everything about his best friend.

In the warmth of his friend and the soft sage green lamp, he wondered if V would ever remember his vow to be her savior.

“I promise to protect you, and love you till…”

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Bedroom P3

Media Doctor Who

Character Doctor (The 11th)

Couple Doctor X Lyla Ashwood (Reader Companion)

Rating Smut

"you did?" She blushed

The Doctor nodded his head up and down while smiling at her. Her blushing was so charming to him and he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of himself for having caused this.

"I definitely did..."

She giggled her face red with blush her thighs clenched together and tucked into her stomach "I uhhh... I uhh... Did uhh did you like doing it?"

The Doctor loved this reaction from her and it only made him even more giddy with excitement.

"I liked it very much..."

"oohh... Okay" she blushed hard "I uhh I admit... I didn't know time lords uhh... Got uhh... Well...excited…"

The Doctor laughed again but this time he laughed out loud, his laugh filling the room with its amusement. "We certainly can get excited and there are a lot of things that can excite a Time Lord… And I have to say, you're definitely one of those things that excite me..."

she gulped clearly overexcited "uhhhh this is going to sound unbelievably stupid! But... For the sake of ... Physicality. I am a human you are ... Technically an alien... Is this... Uhhh even possible? Like physically? Like this isn't gonna be like trying to shove a car key into a door lock right?"

The Doctor laughed again. he couldn't help but smile even more when he heard it.

"No, it's definitely possible... We're not that different biologically speaking... So no, this is not like shoving a car key into a door lock, it's much easier and much more fun than that..."

"good... And it's not like... Uhh dangerous? Like... Some kinda alien acid isn't gonna come out right? Or like glow blue?"

"No, I'll be honest with you, it's no different than being with another human except for the few differences that exist." He chuckled in between his words,

"such as?" she asked sheepish

"Well first of all, Time Lords are longer lived than humans and we've certainly seen more than humans have ever thought about. We're more intelligent, faster, and are able to handle more physical pain and endurance. On top of that, we have two hearts which makes us more resilient and able to keep going longer. And… don’t need to rest as long after, And that's just a few physical differences…Overall, humans and Time Lords are similar in many ways and you won't have to worry about anything strange, but if you do encounter weird things that happen let me know... So yeah, we're very similar in many ways and don't worry, I'm gonna be gentle with you…”

"you will?"

"... I swear I will..." He said with a playful but serious demeanor. It was still hard to determine whether or not this was all still a big tease for him or not but he meant every word he was saying now, he was going to be gentle with her. Because it was his first time doing this with a human, he wanted to make sure that she was totally comfortable and taken care of. The Time Lord did not want to risk anything bad happening to this precious little human.

"would uhh... You want to?"

"Oh absolutely..." The Doctor grinned widely, he wanted her so bad now and it was becoming quite evident. His eyes couldn't help but wander up and down her body as he glanced at the position she was in now. He was getting ready to claim what he wanted.

"uuughhhh.... Okay" she giggled excitedly

The Doctor couldn’t believe how easy this was for him, he had expected a bit of resistance from her but she was being so submissive and compliant, it was almost too easy but he should not complain. The Doctor’s eyes stayed on her body as he watched her giggle and be excited, her body was so responsive and he just couldn’t seem to get enough of how cute she was now.

"could uhh could I have a kiss first?" She blushed embarrassed she was even asking

The Doctor's face lit up in surprise as he could not believe she had really just asked to kiss him, it was adorable. His playful and cheeky attitude came out once more.

"A kiss?" He teased.

"yes please"

He moved his head to hers and leaned in, taking her into a slow and gentle kiss. He didn't want to push too much too fast but he wanted to keep the teasing going before he got too excited. His hands also moved, one to her hair and the other to her waist, but the contact was barely there as he just kissed her.

Lyla happily melted into the sheets letting him move fully on top of her her hands stroked up his shirt and one held him by his suspender the other cradled his neck her fingers trialing into his hair

. He took a bit of pleasure in just how eager she was for him to have his way with her, and her hands moving up his body only made him all the more turned on. He kept kissing her, although he soon broke the kiss to glance down at her for a second. his eyes staring into hers as he took his other hand off her waist and moved it down to her breasts, sliding his fingers underneath her cotton top and starting to caress them. She was already so sensitive from his touch and after what he had done to her in her sleep, her nipples reacted instantly to him touching her again. The Doctor was in heaven now, he couldn't believe how good this was going.

she moaned loudly but tugged him back to kiss her as she touched her moaning until his mouth as their kisses become a heavy make out full of lust and passion

The Time Lord would not let her deny him the satisfaction of taking control of her once again. He pushed her back underneath him, letting his weight sit heavily upon her lower body as he continued to kiss her forcefully. He was getting more and more turned on with each and every second, he couldn't resist the desire that he was feeling for her. He was not going to let her keep control for long, he was going to do everything he wanted with her.

she happily gave him control breaking the kiss breifly to let him pull of her shirt leaving her completely exposed to him

The Doctor wasted no time in taking advantage of this opportunity that was being presented to him. His eyes quickly scanned her exposed body with desire, he was so excited at the sight of her now. His lips found hers once more as he began exploring her body, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. At this point, he was going to let his urges take over and take her in whatever way he desired.

The Doctor loved this reaction from her more than anything else, he could feel his excitement growing and growing with every moan and every noise that she made. Her body was so responsive and it was almost too much for him. The Time Lord was so turned on now that this was turning into something more than just a tease, it was turning into real pleasure now and she was just so much more fun than he had anticipated she would be.

she whined slightly and her hands began to push on his suspenders trying to plead without actually taking control

The Doctor was enjoying this little act of power play she was trying to play without him knowing, he could be in total control and she wouldn't be able to stop him unless he let her. He smiled as he noticed her hands pushing against his suspenders and he pushed back to keep her pinned down.

The Doctor had her exactly where he wanted her now, completely helpless and pinned beneath him. He began to kiss her neck and her collarbone as his hands started to move all over her body. His fingers moved across her belly and then down to her hips, he couldn't help but touch her everywhere and this was just making her body more eager and sensitive, it was so much fun for him and he didn't want to stop.

she began moaning and screaming her body squirming against his grip in pleasure all that fell from her lips where moans, his name and pleads for what she wanted

The Doctor could not believe how good this was looking from his perspective, it was almost too perfect. The Time Lord kept touching her body and kissing her all over, she was so sensitive and so turned on by him that it wasn't even funny anymore, he was in heaven now. She was so hot and so ready for him and he couldn't keep his hands from exploring her body and touching her everywhere. Her begging now only made him want her more

His finally moved his hands to her thighs before starting to move them upwards to her hips, he had to touch every inch of her body and he was only getting more turned on by the second. The Time Lord had a bit of a devious smile on his face now as he wondered just what he should do to her first. He was not going to take his time with this at all, she was his and he was going to take her.

His hands slid up her thighs and started to move slowly along her hips before finally making their way towards the small of her back. His fingers began to explore up and down her body and the more he touched her the more turned on he got. That was exactly how he was going to finish her now, make her sweat and make her orgasm over and over again...

The Time Lord kept moving his hands from one spot to another, touching her body all over. His fingers now explored her, until he began to use more pressure. His fingers moved up her back and down her skin And with every moment he wanted her more and more, his hands were becoming more insistent of touching her, rubbing and touching without mercy on her until she squealed loudly and orgasmed for a second time her body trembling against his sheets as she did

He couldn't believe how much pleasure he was finding from her satisfaction. She was already getting so turned on and satisfied and she was only just getting even more turned on from him. So much so, that she had already orgasmed twice from just his attentive playing. That just made him feel even more turned on, he wanted to hear her make noises of pleasure all night now. And judging by the way she was still moaning and squishing her body against his sheets, he had not finished yet… His fingers began to brush up against her sensitive spots and this was getting her so hot, she was moaning and squiggling against him with every stroke. His hands were becoming more insistent of exploring all of her while he was still on top of her, he wanted to make her keep feeling good.

her moans became more throaty more lustful as she was already overstimulated and overwhelmed so much so she began being for mercy on the edge of her third orgasm

his hands moved more quickly, she was so sensitive now he had already taken her to the edge of a third orgasm she would soon have enough. Her begging for him to stop just made him feel all the more confident, he knew that she was so much more than he originally anticipated and he wasn't going to stop until he was fully satisfied in his own right. Her body was so responsive now, the smallest touch was enough for her to moan and gasp and squirm.

she hit her third quickly screaming his name and her body reacting with shaking, arching, and liquid flooding the bed before she laid collapsed and exhausted trying desperately to gasp for breath "s-stop... Stop please..."

The Doctor was impressed, she hit her orgasm so fast this time that it nearly took him by surprise, but now he was feeling satisfied in a different way. For her last orgasm he stopped and just let her get her breath back and for the rest of the night he planned to let her rest to recover from everything they had just done.

"Are you okay?"

He asked while running a hand through her hair.

"yeah... I uh... Whoa.... Uhh... You do know human girls like... Rarely get one right? Three is kinda a bit much"

"I was gonna keep going but I think I'll let you rest... We wouldn't wanna tire you out now, would we?"

"keep go- uhhh until what?"

The Time Lord joked slightly as he watched her try to catch her breath. “I guess human girls need to be taken a little slower and gentler? I was going to keep going until we got high tens atleast.”

"ohh my... I uhh I think three is about all I can handle for now..."

"... Maybe I could try and give you one more... If that's all you think you can handle..."

The Doctor teased, seeing as he was in a playful mood he wanted to have a little more fun with her before the night was over...

"..what about you?"

"What about me?" a slight smirk forming on his lips. He was ready to tease her further but before he could speak further he was interrupted by the way she suddenly looked at him and her questioning look.

"it's hardly fair I get three possibly four and you don't get anything"

The Doctor smiled as he saw that she had a sympathetic side towards him as well, that was unexpected but a welcome change in attitude. He didn't mind her questioning him now that he knew what was behind it.

"I can easily give myself one or two later when you're asleep."

"... Yourself or... Using me while I slept?" She smirked a little

This remark and her smirk certainly caught the Time Lord off guard. He had never thought about doing that before but it was a tempting thought. He took a second to consider it before finally deciding what to say in response.

"Is that something you want me to do? I suppose I could always use you while you're exhausted and barely conscious..."

she blushed hard at the meer idea "well... I've had three and you want me to have more ... You haven't had any. How about you just... Use me until it's all fair?" She smiled stroking his shirt and playing with the clasp on his trousers

The Time Lord's smirk widened into a full-on smile when she started to play with his shirt and his pants, he could not turn down that offer even if he was trying. He was suddenly starting to feel even more turned on than before and he hoped that he was not going to get himself too carried away now that she was going to let him use her for as long as he wanted.

"Hmm... That sounds like a lovely offer... I will take you up on that then."

The Doctor had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes now that he knew what was on the table. He was going to have fun with this for sure. He reached down to his pants in response to her playing with the clasp and started to undo his belt.

#mattsmith #doctor who imagine #doctor who eleven #eleventh doctor #doctor #doctor who

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 4 months

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Getting a lot of mixed reports on MOANA 2's casting.

When it was a Disney+ show, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Auli'i Cravalho didn't come back to reprise their roles. They must've gotten good soundalikes... However, they are both apparently "in talks" to come back...

This movie opens in NINE MONTHS... That's gonna be crunch for the animators...

However, the other day, when Disney surprised us all with this announcement... It had appeared that The Rock and Cravalho *were* back? Now they're "in talks"? Which is it?

I hope something worked out... If not, they should really delay this thing to like spring 2025 or something. No crunch, but you know how these corporations go about these things.

It's like how the other day, Universal immediately inked a July 2025 release date for their fourth JURASSIC WORLD movie. The movie has a script, and they apparently got David Leitch to direct. Right away... Then within days, he left the movie, and the release date appears to be in limbo as well.

I dunno, maybe this whole model of "announcing release dates to whet the appetites of shareholders" thing is no longer conducive? I know it's a lot to ask for, but when something's truly ready, THEN announce its release date.

This is why you have, say, the problem with MCU movies being slotted for dates and then pushed back a ton of times. One movie just domino'ing everything backwards. Or BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE being set to come out less than a year after ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE only for it to be revealed that it wasn't even in production to begin with, voice work largely hadn't commenced. Then the movie got removed from the release schedule during the Writer and Actor strikes.

I know shareholders and such want to know what to expect for a future fiscal quarter (when most people don't even know what they'll up to in 2 days, lol), but the thing's gotta be ready... In the case of JURASSIC WORLD 4 (or Jurassic Something Movie #7), it sounds like they have a script... But they're not sure how to execute it. So, get the director FIRST... Then schedule the release date. Forget fiscal quarters, just tell shareholders "Oh yeah, we have another JURASSIC WORLD movie coming." But you know, time and money...

This reminds me of when Edgar Wright departed ANT-MAN, a move which sent reverberations throughout the superhero/geek movie kingdom. The film was always aiming for a July 2015 debut, and the abrupt exit right before filming was supposed to commence sent everything into a flurry. Everything just blew up. This was sometime in spring/summer 2014, off the top of my head. Barely a year away from its projected release date. Marvel luckily got Peyton Reed very quickly, filmed the thing, and didn't have to push the movie back. Even though they should've, just to allow more time. It wasn't like the autumn frame was booming with big movies or anything. But they made it, all to keep that mid-July release date.

Or hell, how about when Lucasfilm booted Phil Lord and Chris Miller off of SOLO: A STAR WARS STORY and got Ron Howard to re-film maybe 3/4 of what the duo had already completed... In mid-to-late 2017, while its Memorial Day 2018 release date held... Yeah, uhhhh... That was certainly a unique case, but again... When it's READY, ya know? The date might've made the crew work harder, whereas having it up in the air would've possibly made for a smoother production. I also feel like releasing SOLO so soon after THE LAST JEDI hurt it somewhat, not to mention having it sandwiched between Disney's too massive summer hits that year - AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR and INCREDIBLES 2. SOLO probably would've probably fared way better later on in the year, hell, Disney could've experimented with late summer/early fall. But they wouldn't do that.

So to tie this back to MOANA 2, I need the record to be set straight before I can say much. If The Rock and Cravalho have been back for some time and there's some misreporting going on, then I think it could feasibly make the Thanksgiving 2024 frame with no fuss... But if they aren't back? Delay it. If WDAS has to miss a calendar year, that's fine. The animators and conditions all come first. As long as a movie is made and all's well, that's what matters. Not like WDAS hasn't missed a year before. 2006, 2015 and 2017 anyone? 2020 narrowly missed because COVID. In fact, them skipping 2017 and not having two movies to release in 2018 meant that we had to wait 728 days for a new WDAS movie. MOANA came out Thanksgiving 2016, RALPH BREAKS THE INTERNET came out Thanksgiving 2018. We were supposed to get a WDAS movie for March in 2018, so the wait wouldn't have been so long, but that didn't happen. The delay and subsequent cancellation of the movie GIGANTIC partially caused that massive gap.

Holiday 2024 for Disney has stuff like THE AMATEUR (a 20th Century release, it's a spy thriller) and that CG LION KING prequel. They'll probably make some room for a Searchlight movie or two as well. Okay, they don't need to have a bona fide blockbuster every quarter (this is assuming that MUFASA doesn't do very well, which is a strong possibility), even if it's what the shareholders demand. STRANGE WORLD and WISH were Thanksgiving-frame releases, and they both bombed. MOANA 2 is guaranteed to be a hit, but if it misses November? So what.

It should be on a clear path before a date is inked. I know that's a radical thing to say, and an unrealistic thing to ask for, buuuut... It'd be nice.

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[ meet the prisoners! (t2 edition) ] prisoner 007: yano asahi

the youngest linagram prisoner is here!! i love his t2 design a lot actually. though i love his design in general. i love this cute purple boi. his t2 mv makes me so scared of him

btw i wanna apologize if the profiles look "inconsistent", this is gonna sound weird, but i worked on everything, including the profiles, the vds, the mv descriptions, etc, for a couple months and it's like, basically if i had some free time, i worked on those things, so i had some things in my phone notes, if i had my tablet with me, i wrote something in my notes there, if i wasn't having any problems with my computer, i used it instead. i know that it would make much more sense to just have everything in one place, but because of some stuff, i wasn't able to do it that way. i often forget to edit some things, like i forgot that i don't need to write "kei's t2 profile" in his profile and i also forgot to change "non-deco*27 cover" to "different vocaloid producer cover" in eiko's profile. also my computer keyboard is kinda broken which. makes things a lot harder to write and even though i have a second one, IT'S ALSO BROKEN AND IT'S EVEN WORSE. sooooo uhhhh yeah sorry djsksksls

General info.

T1 Verdict: Asahi was voted innocent and he sure was happy with his verdict! Haha, he totally expected to be forgiven, no, he knew that he's gonna be forgiven. I mean, they had to forgive a child, they wouldn't punish someone as young as him, right? Asahi's hair grew a little bit longer between trials, so he got a new hairstyle. He also got a new outfit, though it's kind of similar to his T1 one. Even though he was voted innocent, he still has a bandaid under his right eye because of Yurika's attack and yes, it's definitely not as serious as Akio and Kei's injuries, but he still likes to remind everyone how much of a victim he is. Like, look at him, how dare Yurika hurt a poor child like him? He got a few other scratches because of her, but they have already healed and there's only one left now.

T2 Personality: Asahi, surprisingly, is more polite now and he doesn't swear as often as he used to. At least that's what it seems like on the outside. Asahi is happy that he got forgiven, but he's secretly very afraid of being voted guilty this time, so.. Why not start acting like an even more "cute" version of himself? People will love him more if he starts acting nicer and more obedient, right? It doesn't mean that he really is nicer now though. When nobody else is around, he will gladly make fun of the guilty prisoners, go back to his usual manner of speaking and bully those who are even weaker than him. And if anyone even tries to accuse him, he will start crying and claiming that this never happened. And well, Miki can't help but forgive him again and again, even though this kid is trying to manipulate not only the guards, but also the other prisoners. He even steals food and other things from the guilty prisoners. He doesn't even need those things, he just does it because.. uh.. because.. Well, because he deserves them!

T2 Relationship dynamics:

Yeah, Naomi and Asahi's relationship is.. not good, to say the least. It's very sad to think about, when you remember how much Asahi wants a mother figure and kinda expects Naomi to become one, but she's not interested in that at all and clearly hates the kid. So no matter how hard Asahi tries to make her like him, she just ends up hating him even more. Honestly, if it wasn't for the guards, she would've probably already killed him, he annoys her that much.

Obviously, Asahi dislikes Yurika now, and when other people are around, he doesn't hesitate to remind them how bad she is and how he's still in "so much pain because of her". However, when there is only Yurika around, Asahi suddenly stops acting so brave and tries his best to avoid her. He knows that Yurika isn't afraid of the guards, so even if they try to stop her, she will attack anyone who makes her angry.

If Naomi and Asahi's dynamic makes you sad, don't worry, because Eiji and Asahi both hate each other equally! <3 Eiji hates him because he still finds him annoying and suspicious and he doubts that Asahi deserved to be forgiven, but he can't say anything because he's Miki's brother. Meanwhile Asahi is very protective of Miki and he thinks that Eiji will end up hurting her one day, so he keeps his eye on him and sometimes purposefully asks Miki to hang out with him so that she doesn't have to spend time with Eiji. Both of them hate each other, but for Miki's sake, they try to hide it.

Asahi likes Miki so much, even though it may not be obvious because of his personality, but he does. He may ask her to spend time with him so that she stays away from Eiji (but also so that he can show Eiji that "she likes Asahi more"), but sometimes he actually wants to help her feel better. He can even share his food with her sometimes or ask her to play with him. Yes, Asahi is a terrible and very annoying kid, but he's also still just a kid.

Music info.

Milgram cover: All-Knowing All-Agony. (HE LITERALLY HAS AN IMAGINARY MOTHER. HE NEEDS HELP. But also he's scared of not being forgiven this time, so some lyrics describe that as well.)

DECO*27 cover: Fakery Tale. (I just think this song would sound very cute and soft (but also sad) as his cover.. Like I kinda imagine it sounding like a lullaby even?? (The instrumental would most likely be different in this case, probably a music box cover) But also some lyrics actually fit him and his backstory (and crime) a lot, like "a slightly lonely place, a somewhat kind and gentle one as well, I want to go there", "don't cry with that ashamed face, I want to forget it all and go back, I beg of you" and "I'll see you later, let's surely meet here someday, until then, good night". It makes me very sad to think about the last lyrics ("That body of mine disappeared, well then, where shall I go?"), because Asahi was kicked out of his new home by his adoptive father and he just.. walked, trying to find a place to stay or someone to ask for help. It's even more difficult than it already sounds, because his biological parents are dead and his adoptive mother as well, meanwhile his adoptive father doesn't want to do anything with him for a good reason. So.. yeah, he really had nowhere to go. It's highly possible that if he wasn't able to get any help before getting kidnapped and being brought to Milgram, he would've died of starvation or some other reasons (he could easily end up in a lot of dangerous situations because of his mental state), which makes him being the most demanding prisoner more understandable and really sad.)

Different Vocaloid producer cover: Selfish Princess by Fujiwo (Do I even have to explain anything. It's literally him.)

His T2 Trailer Voicelines:

"Oh! Eiji-nii, Miki-nee! Did you bring me something nice today as well?.. Miki-nee, why do you always look so pale when you talk to me? Did this guy do something bad to you? "It's nothing"?.. Okay then. Anyway, you're gonna forgive me this time too, right? You would never punish a poor child like me, right?.. I will be safe, right? You know that I'm still traumatized from what happened earlier, don't you?.."

*heavy breathing* "You.. Why did you say that?.. Did you really mean it?.."

His T2 Song Trailer Voiceline:

"Hey, does that mean they're firing you, Eiji-nii?"

Trivia:

Asahi's second image color was chosen because of his hair color.

As you've probably already guessed, Asahi really wants to be forgiven again, though it's hard to say if that will happen, considering his behavior.

Speaking of his verdict, interestingly, his VD shows him in a much more innocent light, but his MV shows him in a more guilty light and the ending is particularly creepy. It's like the opposite version of Kei's situation, because I personally think his VD still shows him as someone who's more "guilty" and his MV definitely shows him as someone who's more "innocent".

He's actually gonna reveal a lot about his murder this time!

Since Asahi's thoughts were affirmed, this is one of the reasons why he tries to act more "cute" and "soft" this time. To be honest, he thinks that he got forgiven only because he's a cute child and not because of his crime being understandable and something that can be forgiven, so.. yeah 😔

It may look like he has dark circles, but no, that's just the shading, haha. Though I think it would be fitting for him to have those, because he's not doing so well mentally, even though he was forgiven.

#his song lyrics were so fun to work on you have no idea.#it's like even the very first lyrics are so cool.#honestly i think the hunger pair t2 mvs are my favorite (though kei and riku's ones are also very cool)#because tbh i'm not a big fan of their t1 mvs. i think i could have done a better job but oh well #BUT THIS TIME. THESE GUYS REALLY LOOKED AT THEIR THEME AND THEY UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT #his vd makes me so so sad though. he's my emotional support annoying rich (not really) kid #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #🍬prisoner 007: yano asahi 🍬

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causeilikelix · 1 year

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

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

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

↳ See Chapter One for summery

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

↳ Read on my A03: Here

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

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

<;- Chapter Ten- Chapter Twelve ->

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

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

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

“How was the closet?” Jiho asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have you done?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aren’t you getting in?”

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

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

“Or... anything for that matter.”

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

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

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

“Come on...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, yeah. Are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Eunbyeol-ah...” Felix moaned again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, yes. Please... touch me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Felix moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I taste you?”

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

Felix let her go without saying another word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sun peeked over the horizon all too soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t snore.”

“You do.”

“Ew, really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did she hate him in the first place?

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

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

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

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

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

Something more ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So did you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um... three please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What in the hell was she getting herself into?

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

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t4tdanvis · 5 months

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Dante selfcest rant 👀 👀

-@gendervoid-zane

im going to shove a couple (read: many) posts ive previously made about this here and then rant about it MORE bc im MENTALL ILL!!!!!

now AHEM

u see this could work with mcd dante ending up in the mys universe OR mys dante ending up in the mcd universe - or even they go back and forth between both!! either way could be very interesting and silly

with mcd dante ending up in the mys universe, it would be very funny to watch him try to figure out what the Fuck is going on bc mf has no idea what a phone or a computer is and is just so fucking confused. at first mys dante is more focused on going "hey wanna play video games!!!" to stop and process that mcd dante doesnt even know what a video game is. and then seeing mcd dantes confusion at Literally Everything he decides to sit down and try to explain things (unfortunately mys dante is Dumb - fortunately mcd dante is equally Dumb so mys dante going "this is a phone... it does... stuff.... you can call people!! idk how they made it able to do that tho dont ask me :D" is good enough for him)

on the other hand, with mys dante ending up in the mcd universe, itd be even Crazier because mys dante (who is used to having the internet and a car and big cities etc) is now stuck in the medieval era. thankfully mcd dante is here to help!! except he does a horrible job of helping bc he just goes "well im sure he'll figure everything out!" and then hands mys dante a sword - and is shocked when he ends up getting injured. mys dante doesnt mind because running around and throwing himself into danger is fun (especially when he gets to do that with a "friend" (read: boyfriend who he hasnt figured out hes dating yet))!! mys dante is also Struggling because adhd meds dont exist yet and his brain is completely fried and he can barely function until zoey figures out how to make potions thatll help. which leads to mys dante bouncing off the walls and mcd dante having to practically drag him to bed every night to get him to go to sleep, until mys dante Finally is able to function properly again

and, of course, the inherent romantic comedy of "i cant be in love with this other version of myself nope nope nope- oh god the other version of me is hot". the first time they kissed they stared at each other for a solid five minutes before mcd dante went "so uh.... yeah....." and mys dante just went "that was like... kissing myself. haha"

they are both Dumb and do not know how to function correctly around each other. they are mischievous silly little guys who cant stop getting into trouble and getting injured and doing stupid shit (but its ok bc their friends somehow keep them from getting themselves killed). and also they definitely tried to make out in a tree but ended up falling out of it and getting hurt. and at one point they tried to make out underwater and somehow didnt realize how stupid of an idea thatd be until they almost drowned. theyre gay and silly and dumb ur honor

this post was uhhhh way longer than id expected but thats ok ty for listening to me rant sorry it took a bit to type all this LOL

#❄.txt #ask box #MAN I LOVE DANTE SELFCEST <33333 #theyre so sillay <3

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starr-finn · 1 year

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Picnic date with Bain, Dating Bain PT 2

Author's note: Uhhhh reader comes across as a baker, because like baking so yay lol, this one is wayyy longer so i put in the keep reading thing, first time so i hope it works

Bain was getting finished getting ready for a second date, he was still very happy that he got a second date with you. The first date went off perfectly and he's never been happier to have someone as amazing as you agree to go out with him, and he actually managed to score a second date with you. Bain actually seemed confidant enough to wear something he felt more comfortable in, his usual black leather jacket, a white tee shirt, and a pair of light blue jeans, with his black boots. He had, once again, taken the longest shower of his life, used a bit more cologne than usual, and actually pulled his hair back into a bun. He grabbed his keys and walked out, he was excited, this was only his second date with you, he had almost no clue how dated worked, so he was just gonna let you lead things.

He sighs, he was just sitting in the car before starting it, just, thinking about how this was going to go, he was anxious, how was this going to go? Was he gonna make a fool of himself? What if he did something that upset you? He sighs again and starts the car, driving to the park where you both decided to have the date at, it was a small park on the outside of the city, it was beautiful from the pictures Bain had seen, and you always brought up how pretty you thought the park was. Bain smiles at the thought of you, he spent the whole drive thinking about how long he had liked you, how long he'd been wanting to ask you out, everything honestly. Bain looked around as he pulled into the park, and there you where, holding a basket. He smiles and gets out of the car, and walks over and smiles.

You look up at him and smile "Hey! good to see you again."

Bain smiles and nods before you grab his hand "So I decided to do something a bit different today. I know of a really nice clearing in the woods"

He chuckles and follows you to where ever you were dragging him, he was thinking more on the fact that you're holding his hand. Eventually, you stop and smile back at him

"Here we are!" you said setting the basket down and pulling out a soft, red and black flannel blanket and laying it out before sitting down smiling "Alright, sit down"

Bain nods and sits down across from you, watching as you pull out a few drinks, a few different foods, and a box of store bought cookies "I was gonna bake cookies myself, but I didn't have the time"

Bain smiles softly "Don't worry about it! you have a lot more chances to bake me cookies" He jokes which makes you laugh, it felt nice for him to have someone he felt so close with, or someone he could somewhat trust. He knew there was still a long LONG way to go before he fully trusts you, but hey, being out and about with you was a huge start to the typically reclusive and anxious Bain. He spends most of the day just talking to you, he let you get so much closer than he let anyone else get. Hell, he let you braid his hair (to which he has never felt more fabulous lol) but, for some reason, around you he only really seemed to be happy, he knew that you were in no way perfect, but, why did he feel like he couldn't view you as anything but? Why did you always seem to be followed around by nothing but pure love and light? Why did he feel this way about you? It was completely foreign to him, and yet, he didn't hate the feeling, in fact, he loved it. Unfortunately it started to rain after a few hours, forcing you and Bain to cut thing short, and man, he was upset, but he wouldn't let that show.

you sigh softly and look up at the man "Hey, uhh do you think y0u could...give me a ride home? I walked here because it was supposed to be a nice day"

Bain smiles softly "Oh yeah! of course" he says, grabbing your hand and walking back to his car, which, unlike what you expected, was a Black 4-door chevy impala, you would have to guess from around 1969-1973.

he looks down at you smiling "What? never seen a car this pretty before? he said laughing softly

You smile up at him "I've seen them, I mean, T.V shows love these kinda cars, but I've never seen one up close" you say

He chuckles and unlocks the car, opening the passenger side door to let you in smiling, you giggle and climb into the car. He shuts the door and walks around to the other side, getting into the car on the driver side and starting the car. You both spend the whole car ride talking and joking around, it was so...nice. The car ride lasted a lot longer than he expected, but he was very happy it did last so long, however instead of him just walking you up to your house and parting ways, you asked him to come inside so you both can finish the box of cookies, and he reluctantly agreed. You giggle softly and step aside, letting him in, he smiles and steps inside before you close the door, locking it behind you. He walks into the kitchen and sits down at the table looking around

"Nice place" He says looking around

You smile softly "Thank you" you replied, pushing the box onto the kitchen table and sitting across from him

You both sat there talking and joking around. Bain seemed to be smiling a lot more than he normally would be, minutes became hours. Suddenly the sky seemed to darken and lightning could be seen through the blinds, you sighed softly before you smiled up at him

"alright, you can stay over if you need too, I don't really like the idea of you driving home in this storm" you say, rubbing the back of your neck

Bain stares at you in shock, blushing "A-are you sure? I don't wanna be intrusive or anything" he says looking down

You smile softly "Don't worry, it's just me here anyways, you're free to stay as long as you'd like too!" you say, standing up from where you were sitting and going into the kitchen to get a glass of water

You both stayed up late watching movies, talking about work, and eventually, you both fell asleep in the living room, you on one of your sofas, Bain on the other.

All and all, Bain would have to admit, this was possibly the best second date he could ever imagine

holy shit this got long, 1148 words long specifically! sorry for the abrupt end I ran out of ideas, hope you all enjoyed this one too!

I'm very proud of myself!

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lonenovus · 6 months

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7 Years - [A short story]

Genre tags: realistic fiction; mlm romance Word count: 1,554 Summary: It's been seven years since Bach broke up with Dominic; seven years since Dominic last messaged Bach with an olive branch; seven years since either one had even spoken to one another. In seven years, a lot can change. But, something new can start with a single message. Content warning: None

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Hey. How are you?

The little gray bubble felt mocking in a way. The longer he stared, the more he thought it would disappear. It had to be a misclick, right? It had been years; far too many years. Dominic was half sure Bach had killed himself during the time.

Yet, it never went away.

The number was new; he didn’t recognize it, but then again, Dominic may not have put Bach’s number back into his phone. He had been trying to leave the past after all.

And it would be so easy to just ignore it. Maybe Bach would think he changed numbers, maybe he would give up. There were too many possibilities, starting with the fact that it might not even be Bach in the first place.

Like he said, it’s been years. Almost seven, to be exact.

But there was no one else it could be.

…A risk would have to do.

I’m sorry, who is this?

You don’t have my number saved?

Depends I got a new phone recently, so a lot of contacts got lost. Yours might have been one of them. Ohhh, yeah, that makes sense. It’s Bach

And there it was: the reveal he had been dreading. The question now was, does he go with it? Or does he pretend not to know? Neither were great, but at least if things went sour, Dominic could fall asleep with some dignity intact. But Dominic was the one to open the door, to extend the olive branch, all those years ago. How could he fault someone for taking him up on an offer?

Ah How have you been? Eh, pretty shitty. I got my GED tho, so that’s cool.

Yea, it is, congrats!

He paused, considering his next message.

I’m proud of you

Aw, really?

Of course. I’ve always been proud of you

Heh, thanks But what about you? Whatcha doing right now? Oh, uh, just getting ready for bed, nothing too special Pfffff, man those old man genes must be hitting you hard if you sleeping at 8pm Oh, uhhhh I’m not I’m not in New York anymore.

What?

Yeaa, I actually moved. So I live and work here now?

Wait what???? You moved????? Where?????? I live in London. Cute place, can't really go wrong with it Oh... What’s wrong? I just... didn’t expect you to move Eh, it’s fine. I’m guessing you're still in Colorado so it's a... what? 7 hour difference? That seems so long- Eh, can’t do much about it. Seven years is even longer. Right...

The messages stopped. He could carry on but… was that the right thing to do? Bach left for a reason. He was back for a reason. Money, loneliness, sex.

For some reason, love seemed like the least likely culprit.

If he really loved him, why had it taken seven years? Why did he leave in the first place? He was so quick to block him, so quick to pretend like he didn’t exist. He hadn’t even seemed hurt or heartbroken. But now he was here. Did Dominic even still love him?

…It was hard to tell.

Why’d it take you so long?

Huh?

Don’t play dumb, mate.

It’s been seven years. Seven years, and not a single peep. So you want something from me. Have a hole to fill? Figured I’d take you in a heartbeat? No no Nothing like that I swear

Well it seems a bit suspicious, Bach.

Please, I don’t want to fight. Not not again

Then give me a fucking answer. Give me an actual fucking answer other than “I’m giving you space to heal from me” Because out of everything you could have done, Bach, that was the last fucking thing I needed

Bach was silent for a moment.

I see you haven’t changed. You still lash out, you still don’t know how to fucking communicate

Don’t *you* fucking dare come to me about not changing. I bet you still get high every night. I bet you still run every time someone tries to bring up issues and you refuse to fucking have a conversation. I have changed plenty, Bach. But you cannot come back suddenly, after *seven* years and expect me to treat you the same. You broke my trust. You broke my heart. You left and shattered every part of me without giving a single shit. I have a fucking right to be angry. To be hurt. I wasn’t great to you either, I know; I lashed out and started arguments, and ended up hurting you when I didn’t mean to, but I was trying so hard, Bach. You didn’t even put forth the effort for the one thing I requested. You refused to talk to me, to tell me what I could do for you. When I needed your help, your support, your reassurance- you disappeared. You ghosted me and ignored me. I was your partner, hell, I was your *fiance*. I was the one person who was supposed to matter more than anything to you. And you couldn’t give less of a shit about me. I figured out my issues, Bach. And I got better, for the most part. But it would have been so much easier if you were still there by my side, so maybe I could have explained what I found out to you, so maybe you could understand and we could have strengthen our relationship It’s been seven years I have every right to be hurt, to be angry So don’t you *dare* berate me for lashing out this time.

The chat was silent once more. Maybe he decided to leave again. Or block him again. Regardless, if this was how Bach decided best to crawl back, Dominic wasn’t having it.

After a few beats, he moved towards Bach's contact, about to hit the block button, until:

You’re right. I’m sorry.

He waited. For what exactly, he wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe for him to elaborate? A paragraph about how much he meant to him, that he regretted everything he had done in the past? Maybe begging for Dominic’s forgiveness, promising everything and anything to give him one more shot.

But…

Seven years was a long time to go back to what they once were. They had both changed. Hell, Dominic had even moved to a whole other country. He had a new life, a stable job, and a little cottage in the countryside.

If long distance had been rough before, when they were merely across the country from one another; this would be impossible.

It couldn’t work. They could try, but it would fail again.

Dominic didn’t want to tear open those old scars again… Except he did.

He wanted Bach back, that had never changed. There was still a dull ache when the thought of him crossed his mind. But maybe it wouldn’t work. Maybe each of them had changed too much for it to work.

Dominic watched the chat, wondering if he would receive something more.

And?

And what?

Is that it? Mate, you messaged for a reason.

Right, right

The chat was silent once again. Dominic could feel his agitation spiking. He was tired, he was upset, he was feeling so many things that he did not want to be feeling right now. If Bach wasn’t going to spit it out, and they were just going to keep running in circles, he wanted no part in it.

Bach, no offense, but I did mean it when I was getting ready for bed. We’ve been at this for an hour, and it’s almost 2am. I had work today, and I have work tomorrow, so I really need to sleep. So if you’re not gonna spit it out, I’m gonna be conking out, okay?

Right... sorry Uh I’ll let you get some sleep Night, Dominic

He stared at the screen. Part of his brain was screaming, enraged: ‘Liar, traitor, liar, coward, liar, traitor, coward, liar.’ Even after all of that back and forth, he couldn’t just say it. But the other part, the one that was still obsessed, still hopeful, left its two-cents: ‘If he didn’t care, he would have blocked you the moment you lashed out. Hear him out, see what he wants. You know how difficult he can be.’

Good night, Bach Just Whatever the fuck you want, tell me in the morning If you haven’t blocked me again, that is We’ll have a proper conversation when I am not tired as fuck and having difficulty with preventing emotional outbursts. Skills don’t work well when I’m too tired to focus

Of course Sleep well

Dominic turned off his phone and placed it on the charger, settling down to pull the blankets up to his chin. It would be a long conversation, reserved for a moment where they both had time to talk. A long and honest and open conversation.

Well, as long as Bach didn’t get cold feet and decide to backtrack.

True, he didn’t really know what Bach wanted, but he clung to the hope that this was a second chance. Maybe they could do it right this time. Maybe they would get that happily ever after. And with those thoughts, he drifted to sleep, never hearing his phone buzz with one last notification.

I love you.

[End]

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guavagyu · 2 years

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always willing - k. minhee <3

Prompt: Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.

OMG IM LITERALLY GONNA CRY?? WHY IS MINHEE SO HOT ANYWAYS OK SO I STARTED WRITING THIS AT LIKE 5 AM AND WITH NOTHING IN MIND BUT THE PROMPT AND IM REALLY NERVOUS SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST POST WORK IDK THINGAMABOB (pls give feedback!!) SO HERE WE GO

i wanna dom minhee so bad and i was listening to heaven - taemin making this sooooooo...yea

pairing: softdom!reader x sub!minhee

warnings: fem!reader as well, riding and stuff, nipple and breast play, oral (f and m receiving), mommy kink, a smidge of humor in the beginning, cum eating, swearing!!, lowercase intended, & unprotected sex (wrap the swiggity swooty before coming for that booty) (omg pls tell me if there r more that need to be added!)

NSFW BELOW!! MINORS DNI!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION <3 also not proofread lmao pls lemme know if there are any noticeable errors or fixes that need to be made!

mini XL:

dhsakhkhdkshakhdjhajsd

reader:

mini XL:

sorry i was just uh

reader:

mini XL:

uhhh hehehe

reader:

oml pls just tell me what ur think abt

mini XL:

i was thinking abt u..

reader:

what about me?

mini XL:

uhhhh..nothing

reader:

if u dont tell me istg

mini XL:

OKOK FIEN I WAS THINKING ABSOUT YOUR LIPS AND LIKE US MAKUNG OUT QND LJKE STKFF LIEK HTAT..i just want u to kiss me

reader:

are u sure a kiss is all you want? we can take it further, if you’d like. im always willing to go further with you.

mini XL:

shit, come over please. ;(

and before long, minhee opened his door to you standing before him, soon catching his lips into a rough yet passionate kiss, making your statement and getting your point across. you wanted him, and minhee had no opposition to that, he might’ve even wanted you more. mid-makeout you and hee dragged yourselves to his bedroom, settling into the soft cushions, you straddling him. he let out a moan when you started rolling your hips into his boner, however silenced by your connected lips. it was only then that you decided to remove your mouth from his and say,

“fuck, have you always sounded that hot?” you panted,

“uh, i dunno,” he shrugged, and you snorted,

“before we continue, are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked,

“yeah, i’m yours, all yours,” minhee looked into your eyes with pure lust,

“stop me if anything becomes too much, ok?”

“shit, alright,” and your lips met again, with even more fire and heat than before. you tried your best to remove your clothing and his without parting your lips, but it was all in vain. minhee’s toned upper body gleamed in the moonlight peeking through the curtains, it was a spectacular sight. he looked impeccable, delicious even. you wanted nothing more but to have him fuck you into next year, but that’d be way too fast and over way too soon for the both of you.

all of your clothing was quickly taken care of as well, your nipples hardening from the chilly air. it sparked you, and you felt arousal pooling at your core. minhee's lips attached to one hardened nipple, before moving on to the next. you didn't expect to like it so much, but it ended up making you moan softly. after a few moments of attention paid, he reattached his lips to yours, engaging in what seemed like a kiss that lasted forever,

"uh, mommy?" the sudden title shocked you, but you also kinda liked it,

"yes, minhee?" you raised an eyebrow,

"can, i..uh.." minhee trailed off,

"words, babyboy," he groaned at the word,

"can i please eat you out, mommy?"

"look at you being so polite," minhee blushed "sure, eat me out, babyboy," you positioned yourself on the bed and got comfortable. he began by lapping at your core, moving his tongue between your folds, practically drinking your juices. your breathing got heavier as you clung onto minhee's soft hair as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit. the longer he did this, the closer you got to your orgasm. soon, with a low groan, you released, minhee happily taking it all in. with a semi-loud swallow,

"you-you tasted so good mommy," he panted, and you chuckled,

"do you want mommy to suck you off now? you look a little..neglected," you smiled, minhee blushing hard before softly nodding. that being said, you two switched positions, you being above him now. his dick was angry, red, and leaking with precum. you began with a few kitten licks, which earned a few soft whines from minhee,

"please don't tease, mommy," he wriggled, and you skipped the foreplay. you began eagerly sucking and taking in all that you could manage, and minhee's moans increased in volume and frequency. you started to suck harder and began bobbing your head up and down, leading to minhee quickly cumming in your mouth with a loud moan soon after. you swallowed it all and brought minhee in for a soft kiss, his cum seeping into his mouth, letting him taste his release,

"can i ride you, babyboy? or are you still too sensitive?" you giggled,

"no mommy, i think i can take it," he looked at you,

"alrighty, please tell me if you want to stop for any reason, okay?" you looked at him seriously, and he nodded. you shifted, now facing him, and slowly sank down onto his dick. you groaned at the stretch, and minhee moaned at your tightness enveloping him. you quickly found a suitable pace for the two of you, minhee gradually becoming a moaning mess as he headed towards his second release, and you shortly behind him. he began thrusting with every bounce in a desperate measure to reach his orgasm faster, and it did help. you two soon came together, your sweaty body collapsing onto his equally sweaty body, panting in the attempt to catch your breath,

"in a few minutes, wanna take a shower and have round two?" minhee panted,

"s-sure," you panted harder, you two soon getting up from the bed, and heading into the bathroom for a shower, and round two.

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#minhee cravity #cravity minhee #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kang minhee #cravity smut #minhee smut #kang minhee smut

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thequietmanno1 · 4 months

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 98, Replies Part 1

1) "Ohhhhh Yeaaaah! Time for some vigilantism folks! Time to once again take a deep breath and behold the nightmares that furuhashi shall unleash on my poor psych. Onward and fear no darkness and all that. It’s time to see how Koichi is gonna escape this one, Aizawa is here, and although he’s not as fast, when he’s around neither is Koichi.”- Still didn’t make much difference, as apparently Aizawa’s spiderman-technique isn’t as fast-paced as Izuku’s Blackwhip will later be. I’d say he was getting too old for this, but he’s canonically younger than he is in MHA’s timeline and all.

2) “Yeah koichi, but be positive, it could’ve been worse, they could’ve put All Might here, on Captain Celebrity

Actually C.C. here would’ve been fucking awesome and would give a real emotional impact- dammit now I want to see C.C. again.”- Bet you never thought you’d be saying that when he first showed up, eh? 3) “it certainly has been Koichi, and we hoped that it would be even longer, but here we are.”- Long enough to reach MHA’s timeline without any embarrassment to Aizawa’s character, perhaps? “Points for Aizawa calling him by the right name, even if it is a sign of respect for an opponent he’s about to beat the shit out of”- To be fair, it’s on point with his later teaching methods. 4) “Dammit Aizawa, he was a bit to the right, you need to recalibrate your aim”- Aizawa decided to go with the “aggressive intimidation” method of beating the lesson into Koichi, since just talking isn’t enough to dissuade him. Needed to demonstrate to this boy what state he’s be carrying his bound body back to the authorities in. 5) “Yeah, sure Aizawa, they definitely are

I mean, considering how easily they let him go I would almost be willing to believe they are just here so another hero that doesn’t sympathize with Koichi takes their place and actually catches him, like Fires Georg”- They’re not completely incompetently nerfed by Furuhasi to show off Koichi’s skills, so there’s at least a little bit of leeway in them holding back their 100% on him. Except Aizawa, but he’s actually fairly close to Koichi’s skillset already, so long as there’s enough distance between them. 6) “oh, is he now

is he, Aizawa

that means that a vigilante that was involved in a pretty high-profile villain fight, who everybody knows the name of and where he lives, was just allowed to wander free for the past three-non-important-years”- There was a lot of grey area applied to Koichi’s role in the incident. “Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies” kind of deal. 7) “Uhhhh- Aizawa did you crushed that metal pipe like a plastic cup

Did I saw that right? I know those scarves are strong, but jesus, I think there’s something weird here”- Aizawa’s “dad instincts” are kicking in strong and giving him the strength of 10 men….all to beat the shit out of Koichi with. 8) “Aizawa what the fuck was the way you ripped this metal pipe

it doesn’t look like it simply disconnected from the other two segments, it looks more like it was ripped like it was plastic”- Maybe they only used the cheap building materials in Koichi’s neighbourhood, since it was likely gonna get torn down by a villain street brawl anyway. 9) “Oh nice moves there Koichi, Aizawa is mildly impressed by it, so much so he almost could blink. Almost.”- The one thing Aizawa wasn’t expecting: Somebody who can fight without a quirk assist, just like him! Like he said, they’re basically a rarity nowadays with how flashy Quirk have grown. 10) “He’s giving up on his previous identity, he’s no longer the crawler, he’s now the runner

and boy is he running right now

but even so, I’m slightly surprised Aizawa hasn’t caught him already”- It being his neighbourhood backyard, he knows all the shortcuts to take, even moving on foot, whilst Aizawa still has to locate him time and again every time he ducks around a corner Quickly. 11) “OKAY YEAH, EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT, HOW DID AIZAWA LET HIM GOT THAT FAR FROM HIM

HE’S ON FOOT

AIZAWA IS SPIDER-MAN-ING AROUND”- It might have taken Aizawa a moment or two to get the elevation above ground to swing after Koichi, which he used to get a head start. Lacking peter Parker’s spider-strength, he can’t just leap straight up to get above the buildings, so it takes him a bit of time to ascend.

12) “…

is that… is that a Nomu?

is that another Nomu, but now “disguised”?”-

(Later on…) Police: So, can you describe these “suspicious individuals” to us? Civillain: I dunno what he looked like exactly, his face was too black….er, I mean, his face was darker than the blackest void….I mean his whole body was like, made of ebony darken- oh, uh Wait, It's just that, they all looked the exact same way- aw F%%! 13) “OH MY GOOD LORD

OKAY SEEMS LIKE McBEE IS ON THE MOVE I SUPPOSE

AND AIZAWA IS HERE, SO THIS IS GONNA BE A SHORT-LIVED FIGHT I SUPPOSE”-Not if he’s planning to fight in the shadows of the unseen this time… Nomura’s stopped trying to be the hero who stands in the spotlight, now he’s the villain who wears the darkness as a tool to sate his ambitions. 14) “Koichi please, he’s a famous hero and you two were around each other for the better part of a year, how did you not know that first-hand and need to rely on information from other sources?!”- Aizawa’s not really one to freely give out intel about how his Quirk works, and Koichi is, as we have long established, very dense at noticing stuff. The Hottas being the ones who provided this info – incorrectly assuming some details along the way – makes more sense, especially if they’re partially guessing from just observing Aizawa in action. 15) “WELL EXCUSE ME, WASN’T THE CONDITION SUPPOSED TO BE THAT AIZAWA NEEDED TO BLINK BEFORE IT STOPPED WORKING, AND THAT DIRECT LINE OF SIGHT WAS NOT NECESSARY ONCE IT WAS ACTIVATED? BECAUSE THIS IS NOT WHAT THEY ARE IMPLYING RIGHT NOW, AND I HOPE I`M GETTING IT WRONG”- Yeah, but the Hottas would only be able to assume this based on how the target reacts when they see Aizawa doing hero work, as his goggles are designed to help hide both where he’s looking and when he’s blinking, so they couldn’t deduce that characteristic. And Since Koichi is managing to evade Aizawa for several minutes longer than most, he’s blinking in the time it takes him to get another look at Koichi – the only reason he could keep the trick going as long as he did against Tomura was Manuel’s delicate aid, so an intense chase like this will make it easier for him to blink whilst on the move. 16) “Yeah Koichi, but luckily there’s a nice heap of garbage down there to save your ass. Knuckles let it there years ago because he knew this day would come and you would need it to fight Aizawa. There’s a gun on the bag on the left.”- Koichi has graduated from Trash-landing to managing to swing him own way through the streets. Honestly, I’d have loved to see him incorporate more gadgets like the grappling hook into his costume, much like Izuku’s constantly refining his own look and support benefits. 17) “Well, I mean, he had a quirkless teacher to show him the ropes. Can’t rely on your quirk alone, you need to be ready for every single situation, you know that Aizawa.”- Yeah, but for somebody trained out with the hero curriculum, Koichi’s showing above-average adaptability and decisiveness in how to handle himself even when de-powered, which is something Izuku also dealt with from the opposite perspective, only being able to be “super” for a single move at first. A young kid like him showing surprising skill at handling himself even when powerless is something Aizawa would be proud of if he were his student, but as his opponent, that same tenacity and resourcefulness is a massive pain in the butt to deal with non-lethally. 18) “AIZAWA WHY YOU TAKING OFF THE GLASSES, THEY AREN’T SUPPOSED TO HINDER YOUR QUIRK”- For the big dramatic staredown, obviously, 19) “Aizawa I feel like you’re making this unnecessarily difficult for yourself. Sure, Koichi is showing a lot of quick-thinking and using everything he has on his arsenal, but I still feel like you’re really not bringing your A-game to this chase”- Yeah, Aizawa’s got a bad habit of being a big softy towards kids, no matter how harsh his demeanour on the outside. He might lambast the other heroes for being “irrational” in not handling Koichi with full seriousness right from the start, but even he figured Koichi wouldn’t take more than half his usual effort to stop. 20) “Oh my god is Tenya still on the chase?

Fucking love that guy, but oh my god, Koichi evaded him before the sun set, this is like the middle of the night already, talk about persistence.”- Tensei’s not one to quit in a race before the final whistle blows. Until Koichi’s apprehended, he’ll keep his legs pumping. 21) “Oh it’s Soga- WAIT WHY DOES SOGA HAVE MIDNIGHT’S NUMBER

WHAT THE FUCK”- Maybe she gave it to him and the others when they first rescued Pop, since they showed they were trying their best to help her in their own way 22) “Well, neither were every single person reading this goddamn manga, but alas, here we are. No negotiating it, at least not yet, give it another ten minutes and Koichi’s gonna get away”- Koichi’s popularity amongst the official heroes backfired on him. No matter how high-ranking Phelps is, he likely couldn’t have gotten this much hero support on this endeavour if the others didn’t respect Koichi’s sincerity and realise that he does have heroic potential within him, that he’s throwing away by turning himself into a vigilante and risking himself in the line of duty. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #bnha vigilantes #vigilantes 98

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dykeninthdoctor · 4 years

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“ironhusbands, pre relationship, focusing on them in their first year of college and being like rhodey really realizing how young tony is” and “sweater sharing”

“Have you heard–“

“Did you see–“

“He went to Rob’s party–“

The whispers are carried to him on the wind, full of rumors, sometimes lies, sometimes truths.

Jim doesn’t care. He knows Tony Stark–the heir to the Stark empire, son of the legend, Howard Stark–is on campus, but he doesn’t care.

There’s no reason for him to.

The kid is 16, apparently, a prodigy for his age, which Jim could’ve guessed, and he gives zero shits about his education.

Jim hasn’t heard anything about the kid going to classes; only about parties, and girls, and sometimes, the whispers mention boys, too. They call Stark a charmer, a slut, a flirt, and worse.

Maybe Jim cares a little bit.

Stark is 16, and he already has a reputation, one that scares Jim.

“Oh my God, did you see how much he drank last night?” a girl says, eyes wide in a mockery of surprise.

“He never seems like he’s drunk, though,” her friend says.

Jim frowns.

“Maybe it runs in the family,” the first girl teases, and then they’re both laughing, walking in the other direction.

Jim frowns harder.

He goes to a party the next chance he gets.

Stark is there, in the center of it all, holding court like a prince standing on the backs of his adoring subjects. He’s sprawled across a sofa, legs draped across the lap of a girl whose hand is resting on the inside of his thigh, head in the lap of another girl whose lips are staining marks of red across his jaw.

Stark’s eyes are glazed, the smile he wears is taped on, and Jim realizes with a sinking feeling that it’s all a mask. A mask hastily built, a mask with cracks that Stark uses alcohol to fill, so that no one can see the emotions behind it.

Jim doesn’t know how, or why, but he can.

“A toast,” Stark slurs, raising the plastic cup in his hand, “To dear ol’ dad, who sent me to this lovely institution.”

A cheer goes up around the room.

Stark drinks.

Jim’s moving before he realizes, shoving his way past people, fighting to get to Stark, snapping sharply, “C’mon, Tony, let’s go.”

To his surprise, and fear, Stark gets up and takes his hand without second thought. Jim tries not to think about why.

When he takes Stark outside, the kid–because God, he’s just a kid–looks up at him with a raised brow and a smirk made of plaster. “We’re gonna do it outside? You’re into exhibitionist shit, huh?”

And then he’s on his knees in front of Jim, and Jim’s trying not to throw up.

“No–shit, no, please stand up, Stark–“

“What?”

It’s the confusion in his voice that finally does it, and Jim’s retching into the bushes that line the house behind them, coughing up bile.

He hears the clumsy motions of Stark getting to his feet, feels a small but calloused hand on his back, sees Stark’s face–eyes wide, lips parted in a small o, the face of a kid–and then throws up more bile onto the leaves.

“I’m sorry?” Stark offers quietly, and it’s so different from the brassy, loud, slurred voice of the prince Jim saw only minutes ago.

“How old are you?” Jim asks. It’s not what he meant to say, but as Stark’s eyes go a little wider, he knows he needs to know the answer, because it’s not 16.

“I’m almost 15.”

Jim tries not to throw up again.

He takes Stark back to his dorm, with its single bed and tiny cork board with pictures of Momma Robbie and Jeanie tacked up, with the single poster of a galaxy taped to his wall and the precarious stack of textbooks on his desk.

Stark drowns in his clothes, the knitted sweatshirt hanging off his shoulder, revealing a collarbone littered with hickeys, the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing bruises the shape of fingers pressed into tan skin.

“Why?”

The question rings out in the silent room.

“Why what?”

“Why are you being…like this?”

“Because you need this,” Jim says.

Stark just looks at him, his chest rising and falling with exaggerated slow breaths, his eyes blinking slowly, his hands clenched in fists at his sides.

“C’mon, get in bed.”

When Stark doesn’t move, Jim freezes.

“No, Stark–not like that. I’m not gonna do anything with you–to you. We’re not doing anything. You deserve a safe place to sleep. I’m gonna do homework, okay?”

“Okay,” Stark says quietly.

When he falls asleep, curled around the only pillow in Jim’s bed, he looks even younger.

Jim makes himself a promise.

A promise to protect Stark.

The next day, when he wakes up with his face pressed to the pages of his physics textbook, and his bed rumpled but empty, he realizes protection is not what Stark wants.

Too bad, Jim thinks. Too fucking bad.

It’s harder than he thinks to find Stark; even if the kid doesn’t attend classes, there aren’t parties during the day.

The whispers don’t tell him anything, and today, they’re about him.

“He went home with him, just like that–“

“Have you see him around before?”

“Stark just listened to him–“

Jim ignores them.

He goes to his classes, he takes notes, he tries to focus.

He also thinks about where Stark might be hiding.

He doesn’t have to think too hard; Stark’s sitting in his dorm when he gets back after his 5:00 lecture.

The door was locked, but Stark didn’t seem to have any difficulty with that.

“Hi,” Stark says.

“What the fuck,” Jim says back.

Stark shrugs. “You were nice to me. What do you want for it? Money? A reputation boost? We can pretend to fuck, if you don’t want to for real, just so that people think you got some.”

“What do I want for it?” Jim repeats.

“Yeah, payment.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“C’mon, everyone wants something,” Stark says, and the way his eyes avoid Jim’s, despite his casual pose and even more casual tone, tells Jim that he’s scared.

“I don’t want anything, Stark.”

It’s a lie; he wants to know who hurt Stark, he wants to give Stark a hug, he wants to protect Stark.

He also wants Stark to let him out of choice, rather than obligation.

“Okay,” Stark says.

Okay, Jim thinks.

What he says is, “You can stay while I do my homework, if you want.”

“I talk a lot,” Stark tells him. “I’ll bother you.”

“I have a little sister, you can’t be worse than her.”

“Oh.”

So Stark stays.

“What’s your name?”

“Jim.”

“Oh, that won’t do at all. What’s the rest of it?”

“James Rupert Rhodes?”

“Rupert?”

“Don’t start with me, Stark–“

“Tony. My name’s Tony.”

“And my name’s Jim.”

“Not anymore, it’s not. You’re Rhodey now.”

“What are you doing?”

“Physics.”

“No shit, Sherlock, I meant the equation. You calculated wrong.”

“I did not.”

“Put it in the calculator, it’s not 6.78, it’s 6.57.”

“You did that in your head?”

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

“How old’s your sister?”

“She’s 10, but she’s 7 in that picture.”

“That’s your mom?”

“Yeah, I took that picture of them at the lake near our house.”

“She…she looks nice.”

“She’d like you.”

“What’s your major?”

“Aerospace Engineering, so yeah, I’m a rocket scientist.”

“Damn, how’d you know what I was gonna say?”

“You’re predictable, Tones.”

“Tones?”

“Well, if you’re allowed to give me a nickname, shouldn’t the favor be returned?”

“I…yeah.”

So Jim becomes Rhodey, and Stark becomes Tony, and sometimes Tones.

Rhodey realizes a few months in that Tony doesn’t need protection.

Tony knows how to protect himself, with a sharp quip or an even sharper smile.

What Tony needs is love.

So Rhodey makes a new promise.

After Rhodey has to drag Tony out of another party, after slurred words become quiet apologies, after Tony falls asleep in his bed again, Rhodey calls his momma.

She tells him to bring Tony home for Christmas break.

In Rhodey’s eyes, Tony’s never looked more alive than when Momma Robbie convinced him to play Scrabble with her and Jeanie.

“That boy needs love, James,” Momma Robbie tells him, a mug of tea cradled in her hands.

“I know, momma.”

“You gonna make sure he gets it?”

“Pretty sure I already am.”

When the clock strikes twelve on New Years, Tony tries to kiss him.

They’re on the roof, the stars above them reflecting in Tony’s eyes, and Tony tries to kiss him.

“No, Tones,” Rhodey says softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I love you.”

“Just not like that?”

Tony’s voice is broken glass, slowly tearing Rhodey’s heart to pieces.

The lie is a knife to the chest.

“Just not like that.”

Tony nods quietly.

They don’t share a bed that night.

When they get back from break, after a silent car ride, Tony asks suddenly, “Wanna see my workshop?”

It would’ve been simpler to ask if Rhodey wanted to see his heart.

There’s no other to answer to give than yes.

It’s a beautiful mess of chaos, the only description befitting the place where Tony breathes life into wires and gears and lines of numbers.

Rhodey doesn’t know what to say other than, “Thank you, Tones.”

Tony hugs him for an hour, and then spends three more showing him each idea, and then uses another two to get lost in a new project.

Rhodey realizes that this is where Tony truly comes alive.

He’s a kid in a candy store, a bird taking flight, a genius at work.

And he’s beautiful.

The knife, the lie, digs harder into Rhodey’s chest.

Tony has bad weeks, and worse weeks, where Rhodey doesn’t see him for days, but it’s okay.

It’s okay, because Tony always comes back.

Rhodey learns about Howard during a bad week, and about Jarvis on a good one.

He learns about Maria on a good week, and about Ana on a bad one.

Tony brings him pieces, and Rhodey starts to build the puzzle.

Some pieces are missing, and will probably always be missing, but it’s okay.

Rhodey will love him no matter what.

And slowly, Tony is starting to believe that. Rhodey can see it in his eyes, in the way his mask comes off, in the way the cracks become windows for Rhodey to look through.

The summer is long. Tony calls him some weeks, emails other weeks, doesn’t talk at all for most of them.

The worst part is not knowing if he’s okay.

But Rhodey takes what he can get, and gives as much as Tony will take.

When they get back to school, there are fresh bruises on Tony’s arms. Rhodey gives him a new sweater from Momma Robbie and Tony wears it like its armor.

They get a dorm together, officially, and most nights, Tony ends up in Rhodey’s bed, in Rhodey’s arms.

Watching him wake up is the best part of Rhodey’s day.

It’s hard, to keep lying, but Tony’s still just a kid, and Rhodey won’t be another person to use him.

So he loves him in the ways he can, and it’s enough, because it has to be.

The whispers are constant, always talking about them, but this time, Rhodey truly doesn’t care.

He knows better than the lies they spread.

“Rhodey–Rhodey, wake up,” Tony whispers against his chest.

Rhodey grunts. “‘m sleeping.”

“It’s raining.”

“So?”

“I wanna go outside.”

It’s the look in his eyes that does it, the wonder. Rhodey’s on his feet before he even realizes it. “Okay, Tones.”

They dance in the rain on the roof, and Tony laughs, and Rhodey looks at him, and sees nothing but happiness, and feels nothing but love.

Rhodey kisses Tony on his 18th birthday.

Maybe it’s wrong, but the way Tony laughs against his lips and twines his arms around his neck is nothing but right.

“I thought–“

“I lied, genius, I had to,” Rhodey whispers, ready to let go, but Tony just holds him tighter.

“Thank you.”

“For lying?”

“For loving me the way I needed.”

#uhhhh yeah this was WAY longer than i expected but.#tony being so so so young and rhodey REALIZING that? yeah. i went fucking rabid with this prompt oops #anyway i'm pretty proud of this :D #tony stark #james rhodey rhodes #iron man #war machine #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #ironhusbands drabble #tony stark drabble #i hATE tagging #mcu #marvel #aven.writing

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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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.

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.

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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