#and it's too cutesy-sweet-fluffy-romantic to be SB

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I just want Felix hugging a pillow and ruminating about Oliver OliverOliverOliverOliverOliverOliverOliver, OliverQuick.

Why is he unable to stop thinking about Oliver? why is it that he's been thinking about Oliver every night and every single day since they met?

Oliver has been sleeping in the next room for a couple of days. Oliver is currently sleeping in the next room. how does he looks when he's asleep?

I want Felix getting up and going through the bathroom and opening Oliver's bedroom door without stopping to think, because if he stops to think he won't do whatever it is he's going to do. I want Felix to find Oliver reading a novel in bed.

Why is he reading at this hour? how late is it? it's well past midnight. Oliver is wearing his glasses.

I want Felix finally giving up and hopping up to the bed, straddling Oliver before leaning down, softly grabbing his face and kissing him.

I want Oliver being so fucking surprised and confused by it that he isn't able to reciprocate, holding to his book for dear life, sure that he's dreaming.

I want Felix grabbing the book from Oliver's hands and gently placing it in the bed side table, because he wouldn't just throw something that's not his. I want Felix taking Oliver's glasses off his face so delicately, and placing them on top of the book before going back to kiss him, slowly, savoring those plush lips that'd been driving him insane for so long.

I want Oliver to melt. I want Oliver gone, out, brain disconnected. I want Oliver offline for the next hour, hands delicately placed on Felix's hips and just, letting Felix take over.

I want them to fall asleep together. I want Felix waking up hours later hugging Oliver, his face pressed against Oliver's back.

I want him to slowly sit up and watch how Oliver turns around and keeps sleeping, snoring softly.