#int: felix monroe.

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♡ — closed starter for @sunliights

"you always did like playing hard to get."

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closed starter for @lilacheavns / prompt linked in source muse: felix monroe ( harris dickinson. twenty eight. actor. )

"i made you coffee, just the way you like it." felix held the mug out for them to take, his voice steeped in lethargy as he had woken from his slumber a handful of minutes ago. turning the breville machine on and brewing a pot of coffee was his first order of business every morning. he needed caffeine the same way he needed air to breathe. "how'd you sleep?" he asked, taking a long and hearty sip of his cappuccino.

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closed starter for @cardigaen / inspo linked in source muse: felix monroe ( harris dickinson. twenty eight. actor. )

felix could barely register the other's protests, his digits firmly entwined in their hair as he pressed his lips to theirs, the collision of their mouths finally rendering them speechless. "god, i've missed the taste of you." he breathed out, the longing in his voice unmistakeable. "you're all i think about, day in and day out. as if that's not fucking obvious enough." the temptation to tell them to leave their partner gnawed at him with every waking moment they spent together, but he held his tongue, knowing it would only ruin the moment.

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closed starter for @persephonyed / prompt linked in source muse: felix monroe ( harris dickinson. twenty eight. actor. )

"i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there." he cleared his throat, unsure of where that came from, but clearly it needed to be said because he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders the moment he did.

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closed starter for @manybruises / plot linked in source ( second bullet ) muse: felix monroe ( harris dickinson. twenty eight. actor. )

"i swear no one will miss you. it's just one night. come on." felix said in his most persuasive tone, pulling every tactic in the book as he extended a hand to help them out the window. it wasn't often that he went out of his way for someone, but when they divulged that they had never gone to a real party, he couldn't resist being the first to introduce them to a world they'd yet to step foot in. unexplored territory combined with their endearing innocence... what could go wrong?

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his heart skipped a beat when she didn't take long to answer, her unhesitating yes flooding him with happiness and a confidence he didn't know he needed. "how's tomorrow night? or is that too short notice?"

eden’s mouth opened and closed once before she shook her head, mostly just surprised by the blunt question. before he could think she was shaking her head at the question, she quickly replied, “well — yes, obviously.”

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"well, does that mean you'll say yes if i asked you out?" felix asked straightforwardly, no longer beating around the bush. especially since she had been so bold as to make him aware of how she felt.

“i try to — sometimes,” eden murmured, shrugging and trying to play it cool. “i didn’t realise that you felt that way… i wanted you to, though. hence the games.”

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despite having to work from home, felix can't keep his mind from wandering to tyler and how the date is going. part of him secretly hopes she isn't having a good time (although that's probably wishful thinking). guilt seeps in because all things considering, she deserves more than anyone to find happiness with another person, even if it isn't him. no matter how badly felix wants it to be him. he hears the door creak open, turning around to see tyler walking in, his curiosity piquing at how things went. but he holds his tongue, waiting until she gets settled back into the apartment, biding his time before asking any questions. finally, as she comes near, felix tilts his head, a questioning look in his eye as he tentatively prods, "so, how did the date go? is he the one?" he's fully teasing, but in part, he really does want to gauge how attached she is to this guy she's been seeing.

they’d been friends long enough that they’d seen eachother with plenty of other people. tyler never felt jealous but her mind did tend to wander whenever she saw felix with someone else. it liked to picture herself on his arm, his hands on her body instead of on some random girls. it made her stomach feel weird, a wave of confusion passing through her. was it just her curiosity getting the best of her or could it be something more? “you have no idea how good that sounds,” she says, weighing the option in her mind for a moment. she’d already cancelled on the guy twice in a row—she doesn’t want him to think she’s an even bigger asshole than she probably already seemed like. “ugh, no. i better go. maybe it’ll actually be worth it this time.” tyler ends with a small chuckle. his bed is so warm and cozy that she wants to stay in it forever—just like this, wrapped up in his comforter as she sips her coffee. the company definitely didn’t help. “pass me my shorts?” she asks, head nodding towards the printed pair that sat on the chair in the corner.

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"didn't think you were one to conform to what's appropriate, but i've always liked you. i guess i'm just not great at playing games." he explained, laying all his cards out on the table for once.

"doesn't every girl?" she copied him, raising her eyebrows as if it should've been obvious. "it's not exactly the kind of thing that's appropriate to ask for."

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both brows rose up in the air when tyler said she might meet up with a guy tonight. for some reason, the thought irked him, a funny feeling settling in his gut as he pondered on her dating life. it's not like he didn't want her to go out and meet people... but they had been getting closer and closer these past few weeks with her staying in his room and in his bed. could it be that feelings had bloomed within that period of time? he's not sure, but it's an unfamiliar sensation to feel this way about her. "well, i'll be working from home on my trusty laptop. if you want to skip out on the date, i could cook us dinner and we can play a board game or something." he suggested, keeping his tone nonchalant as he took another sip of his coffee.

felix’s friendship had been something that tyler had always held close to her heart—they’d practically been glued at the hip since that night they met at a college party. they so easily became close and comfortable with one another as if they’d known eachother for years prior. her other friends tended to tease her about their closeness and assume they were hiding some secret romantic affair but it was never like that—at least not yet. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it before, they’d joked around about it plenty of times but a joke is all it ever was. “mm, sorta. i’m supposed to meet up with a guy but i don’t know if i feel like going.” her mouth twists. “did you have anything on the schedule?”

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he doesn't want to hear it, and he thought as long as neither of them said it out loud, it wasn't the reality they lived in. it tears him apart from the inside out, his ears burning and his heart aching, knowing she wasn't his. she would never be his. it doesn't stop him from touching her; instead, it adds a certain fierceness to which he starts to maneuver his digits beneath the silky panel of her underwear. it's like he's proving to her or to himself that just because she's a married woman doesn't take away from the chemistry fusing them together as one. he can feel how damp she is, his fingertips feathering over her heat, not yet applying pressure the way she needs him to, but just enough so that he can tease her. "fuck... you're so wet for me." felix breaths out against the shell of her ear, his free hand curled around her waist moving up to hold her head and lift it up towards him. "you're mine. do you hear me?" he bends down, mouth melding against hers in a deep kiss infused with all his want, his possessiveness, his complete and utter need for her.

it’s  hard  to  focus  on  anything  but  labored  breaths  and  tender  touches.    the  way  he  commands  her  to  say  his  name    –    his  name.    a  name  that  tasted  holy  on  her  tongue,    he  was  the  closest  thing  to  religion  she’d  ever  felt.    how  ironic  it  was  that  his  very  existence  in  her  heart,    in  her  bed,    was  committing  the  ultimate  sin.    head  shakes  as  he  questions  her  moral  compass,    the  magnetic  needle  spinning  in  each  and  every  direction.    it  didn’t  feel  wrong.    she’s  whimpering  against  his  lips,      ❛  i’m  married, felix.  ❜    sophia  whispers.    reminding  him,    reminding  herself,    as  if  that  little  fact  could  be  forgotten  so  easily. still, she does little to resist him, leg lifting to wrap around his own - providing him with easier access to please.

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it would take a fool not to recognize how out of place alodie looked and felt, although he was sure no one took notice in part due to the raucous nature of the party. he half-wondered if he should've taken her to something more lowkey to ease her into the party scene, but it's too late now. stealing a glance at her, his hand's about to reach for hers to give her a sense of stability through physical touch, but she somehow reads his mind and holds his hand first. his primary mission at the moment is to get her settled in, perhaps even comfortable, and shake the deer in headlights look written all over her composure. "abso-fucking-lutely. a drink sounds really good to me." leading her to the bar, felix is quick to flag down someone to take their drink orders. "what's your poison?" he turns to her and asks.

as she trails behind him past her yard and onto a neighboring lawn, regret rises up her spine. is it too late to turn back now? she's still at home, technically, could turn around and call it a night like none of this ever happened, seems all so appealing to tuck herself in the warmth of her comforter and lull herself to sleep. she lets herself push past her cowardice, suppresses the voices of doubt that cloud her mind, guided by the reassurance that it won't be anything too unfamiliar. she trusts him enough, evident in the fact that she's allowed him to drag her out of the comfort of her home into a scene she's completely unfamiliar with.

she's practically attached to his hip as they enter, reduced to nothing but a scared puppy on a leash. wide eyes take in the scene that unfolds around her, bright lights cast upon her soft features, ears aggressively harassed by the loud blaring music that encompasses the bar. it's not as bad as she'd initially thought it'd be. he was right about the fact that there'd be a multitude of familiar faces, she waves awkwardly at those who recognize her, hand clasping and unclasping around his in an attempt to mask her unease. there's a voice tugging at her ( one she can hardly even hear over the noisy atmosphere ) telling her to give in. still has her guarded demeanor up, walls around her mind to ensure she's protected from what could go wrong. the optimistic side of her supposes that not much could go awry if she's at felix's side, thinks she shouldn't waste an opportunity like this due to fear. she turns to the taller male, peering up at him with a nervous smile. ❛ i want a drink. is that okay? ❜

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"i'm here now, aren't i?" he raised a brow, a little taken aback by her reply. "maybe i wasn't sure if you wanted me to chase."

“and you never seemed to want to chase — why is that?”

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judging from the rasp in her voice and how sleepy she looked, cozily so, tyler was also in the midst of waking up from sleep. he liked sharing a bed with her, more than he cared to admit and he would keep that thought to himself for as long as he could since they were just roommates after all. perhaps, friends was a more accurate term since they did everything together these days. grocery shopping hauls, picnics in the park, movie theater outings. it felt weird whenever he did something with his other friends that didn't involve her, rooted as she was in his normal routine. "yeah, we gotta have the super take a look at that radiator." he said offhandedly, even though they had mentioned the same thing weeks before when it started crapping out. he was no hurry to get the thing fixed; not if it meant having tyler in the warmth of his bed, him spooning her to sleep and her light snores lulling him to unconsciousness like it was white noise. "i'm still tired as fuck... but there's too much to do and too little time. do you have any plans?"

there was nothing better than sleeping in felix’s bed. it was somehow a million times more comfortable than her own, the smell of clean laundry and his scent lulling her to sleep. maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that the heating in her room had called it quits. her dark tresses are a mess from her slumber, eye makeup slightly smudged along her lash line. a well rested smile forms on her face as she takes the warm mug from him, the steam from it visible in the morning sunlight. “thank you,” she happily croaks. she takes a long sip and swallows, the taste of her favourite vanilla bean creamer coating her mouth. “really good, actually. finally not freezing my ass off. how about you?”

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any soundness of mind left the building. all felix could concentrate on was how good she tasted, how right this illicit affair felt. if being with her was a sin, he would willingly go straight to hell as long as he could keep doing this. "say my name again." he commanded, the teasing lilt to his voice unmissable. "does this feel wrong to you?" his hand traveled down to the hem of her skirt, hiking the fabric up until he had access to bare skin. "what about this?" his fingertips played along the lace-edged trim of her underwear, not touching her quite where she was most sensitive, wanting to wear her down first. bring her to admit she enjoyed their clandestine rendezvous as much as he did. "yeah, do you like that?" felix prodded, a smirk playing on his features, the question whispered against her lips as he leaned in close enough for their mouths to touch.

her  husband  was  a  fine  man,    albeit  a  bit  absent,    but  a  provider  nonetheless.    she  had  a  roof  over  her  head,    food  on  her  table,    and  a  small garden  out  back.    so  why  had  his  presence  lured  her  in  like  a  siren  call?    a  magnetic  pull into mercurial bliss    –    the  smell  of  her  perfume  sticking  to  his  neck,    the  taste  of  his  tongue  left  to  linger  on  her  lips.    sophia  had  come  to  put  an  end  to  it,    she  swears  she  did, but  the  second  they  stood  face  to  face –   all  logic  had fled.    ❛  felix.  ❜  it  takes  every  ounce  of  strength  to  pull  away,    fingers  still  clutched  to  the  fabric  of  his  t-shirt.      ❛  don’t  you  think  this  is  wrong?  ❜

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the admission had been a long time coming, sitting on the tip of his tongue for as long as he could remember, but he forced it down his throat each time. today should've been no different, his fear of rejection usually whelming the urge to confront his feelings, but sudden boldness overtook him. "well, you seem to be the exception to the rule." felix replied quietly, the corner of his lips tilting upwards into a smile. it was against his instincts to be vulnerable, but cora was drawing it out of him and he couldn't bring himself to fight it.

"i've got to be honest, i never thought the day would come when you admitted you needed someone," the girl spoke directly, words intent as her eyes lingered upon him. her facade was hard to read, but cora's heart was melting inside, spreading throughout her chest wondering what might have brought on this sudden need to confess.