#natural room freshener

[satyadevind]

[jrueships]

.... oh really now 🤨 ? .... show me 😼.

[obeythebutler]

Coming home after a day at RAD means taking a nap.

Classes are an hour long, eight periods every day. Curses and hexes, potions and spells, mathematics, history, seductive speed craft, law, language and code of conduct.

Sometimes a new potion is made instead of the intended one. Or a black vortex is created, and one time you accidentally hexed Leviathan so that he stood upside-down on the ceiling.

Exhaustion weighs heavy on your shoulders as you step through the door, marble floors echoing each other brother’s footsteps as they depart to their respective rooms.

Beelzebub grabs a snack from the kitchen first, Satan chugs a glass of water as Mammon throws his bag on a nearby chair, conveniently forgetting that his elder brother will make him pick it up later. Leviathan and Asmodeus make a beeline for their rooms: one to recharge and the other to complete routine.

Belpheghor will likely have fallen asleep in his room, and Lucifer brews a fresh cup of coffee before departing to his study.

You change out of your uniform and freshen up enough to plop back into bed.

It’s aftermoon.

The bed sinks with your weight, overhead lanterns dimming themselves when you snap your fingers. There’s no homework due tomorrow, and with that joyous snippet of information you snuggle deeper into your pillow. Your eyes are heavy with fatigue.

And in the silence you fall sleep.

Sometime later, when tea has been brewed and everyone gathered one of the brothers will come to wake you up. A pat on your head, crooning as they gently stir you from slumber.

And when you mumble and groggily try to pull them into bed with you your demon will chuckle.

It's only for a moment, they swear. Just to amuse you. And its already five pm, Name, sleep too long and you won't be able to fall asleep at night again. They'll mutter and mumble as they draw the covers over you both.

But the warmth of your bed with their beloved human is too tempting to get rid of.

And it is in a demon's nature to never resist temptation.

[lvyourlife]

(via DIY Natural Air Freshener: 5 Effective Ways to Keep Your Room and Kitchen Smelling Fresh)

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels perfect winter morning: a guide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

hi angels! this winter i want to perfect my morning routine. i struggle alot with sleep and energy levels, especially during the first few weeks of winter so this guide is a perfect way for me to ensure i have enough energy to get on with a busy and full day and achieve all my goals! while i cant do all of this every day what i try to do is pick a few things to prioritise daily. i hope you enjoy this and find some good routine inspo! especially if you struggle a bit with slumps during the colder months. enjoy.

school/work days - 20 step routine . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 6:30 - 70:00.

open curtains and window (if not raining), let air circulate.

do a quick five or ten minute yoga/stretch routine while you watch the sunrise.

make bed (studies suggest its better to let your bed freshen with the sheets unmade first thing to stop the growth of certain bacteria etc).

dress.

clean teeth and floss.

drink glass of lemon water and salt (for natural electrolytes).

start packing lunch or snacks needed for the day.

make a cup of tea (my favourites are chai, green tea or matcha).

make breakfast (my go tos at the moment are turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, sautéed apple and yogurt or a porridge/oatmeal bowl).

clean teeth and mouthwash.

do am skincare.

style hair and jewellery.

make sure bag is fully packed.

journal for a few minutes and plan day.

read or listen to a podcast.

ensure all school work is up together/everything prepared for work.

fill up water bottle for the day.

set up room for when home, leave a cute lamp on, make sure your desk is tidy, lay out evening clothes etc.

put on motivational/winter playlist!

weekends - 20 steps . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 8 - 8:30.

open curtains and window.

ten minute yoga/stretch routine.

tidy room and make bed.

get dressed in workout clothes.

do a five minute oil pull then clean teeth.

drink glass of lemon water with salt.

make breakfast and a tea (i normally put mine in a travel mug).

fill up water bottle.

clean teeth and am skincare.

if weather nice go on a little morning walk (half an hour to forty minutes).

journal and light a candle, plan day.

workout (i aim to workout for an hour to an hour and a half on weekends).

have a shower.

body lotions/moisturiser.

file nails.

start any work/projects needed, aim to get all finished by end of morning.

during breaks read or listen to podcast.

start weekend clean of room, change bedsheets, clean surfaces etc.

spend time with family or friends!

i want my winter mornings to be slow and mindful, focused on caring for my body and mind and doing what i can to make this time of the year easier and gentle on every part of me! there are lots of complexities within these routines so consider this a fairly basic, un-detailed guide. i might try to make a guide for any changes i make during the winter/as it gets colder if that would interest you angels? thank you for reading and have a great start to winter!

love, m.

[novlr]

Any tips on how to describe indoor spaces so they feel real and match the vibe of the story without throwing in too much detail?

Getting interior scenes just right is all about finding the balance between setting the mood, showing the unique personality of your story world, and keeping the plot moving. There are lots of ways you can use senses, action, and background to set a scene, all of which can work seamlessly with the type of story you want to tell. Here are some tips on how you can achieve that:

How does it look?

Lighting: does your space contain the soft glow of lamps, harsh fluorescent lights, or natural light?

Use colour and textures like peeling paint, plush velvet, or sleek marble.

Size and scale: is it claustrophobically small or impressively grand?

Architectural features: does the space have high ceilings, crown mouldings, or exposed beams?

Furnishings: are they modern, sparse, antique, or cluttered?

Style and decor: what style is represented, and how does it affect the atmosphere?

State of repair: is the space well-kept, neglected, or under renovation?

Perspective and layout: how do spaces flow into each other?

Unique design features: describe sculptural elements, or things that stand out.

Spatial relationships: describe how objects are arranged—what’s next to, across from, or underneath something else?

How does it sound?

Describe echoes in large spaces or the muffled quality of sound in carpeted or furnished rooms.

Note background noises; is there a persistent hum of an air conditioner, or the tick of a clock?

Describe the sound of footsteps; do they click, scuff, or are they inaudible?

Include voices; are they loud and echoing or soft and absorbed?

Is there music? Is it piped in, coming from a live source, or perhaps drifting in from outside?

Capture the sounds of activity; typing, machinery, kitchen noises, etc.

Describe natural sounds; birds outside the window, or the rustle of trees.

Consider sound dynamics; is the space acoustically lively or deadened?

Include unexpected noises that might be unique to the building.

Consider silence as a sound quality. What does the absence of noise convey?

How does it smell?

Identify cleaning products or air fresheners. Do they create a sterile or inviting smell?

Describe cooking smells if near a kitchen; can you identify specific foods?

Mention natural scents; does the room smell of wood, plants, or stone?

Are there musty or stale smells in less ventilated spaces?

Note the smell of new materials; fresh paint, new carpet, or upholstery.

Point out if there’s an absence of smell, which can be as notable as a powerful scent.

Consider personal scents; perfume, sweat, or the hint of someone’s presence.

Include scents from outside that find their way in; ocean air, city smells, etc.

Use metaphors and similes to relate unfamiliar smells to common experiences.

Describe intensity and layering of scents; is there a primary scent supported by subtler ones?

What can you do there?

Describe people’s actions; are they relaxing, working, hurried, or leisurely?

Does the space have a traditional use? What do people come there to do?

Note mechanical activity; elevators moving, printers printing, etc.

Include interactions; are people talking, arguing, or collaborating?

Mention solitary activities; someone reading, writing, or involved in a hobby.

Capture movements; are there servers bustling about, or a janitor sweeping?

Observe routines and rituals; opening blinds in the morning, locking doors at night.

Include energetic activities; perhaps children playing or a bustling trade floor.

Note restful moments; spaces where people come to unwind or reflect.

Describe cultural or community activities that might be unique to the space.

How is it decorated?

Describe the overall style; is it minimalist, baroque, industrial, or something else?

Note period influences; does the decor reflect a specific era or design movement?

Include colour schemes and how they play with or against each other.

Mention patterns; on wallpaper, upholstery, or tiles.

Describe textural contrasts; rough against smooth, shiny against matte.

Observe symmetry or asymmetry in design.

Note the presence of signature pieces; a chandelier, an antique desk, or a modern art installation.

Mention thematic elements; nautical, floral, astronomical, etc.

Describe homemade or bespoke items that add character.

Include repetitive elements; motifs that appear throughout the space.

What is its history?

Mention historical usage; was the building repurposed, and does it keep its original function?

Describe architectural time periods; identify features that pinpoint the era of construction.

Note changes over time; upgrades, downgrades, or restorations.

Include historical events that took place within or affected the building.

Mention local or regional history that influenced the building’s design or function.

Describe preservation efforts; are there plaques, restored areas, or visible signs of aging?

Describing indoor spaces doesn’t have to feel like a chore. Focus on the details that matter most, tie them to the mood or characters, and let your readers fill in the blanks. A well-crafted space not only sets the scene but builds your character's relationship to it. Use sensory language, background, and action beats to tie it into your narrative, and don’t be afraid to play around with motifs and contradictions, depending on who is experiencing it!

[rue-isabelle]

Author's note: This is a dark story!

Age is just a number (Part 5)

The soft morning light spilled through Yn’s bedroom window, warming her face as she stirred awake. For a moment, she blinked at the ceiling, disoriented. The room felt too quiet, and the spot beside her in bed was empty. Yn frowned slightly, sitting up and brushing her long hair out of her face.

Where’s Carlos?

She stretched lazily, then slid out of bed, her feet touching the cool floor. Shaking off her sleepiness, she moved to her dresser, pulling out a light outfit. After quickly freshening up and brushing her hair, she felt a little more awake. She didn’t bother with much makeup; Carlos always told her how beautiful she looked naturally.

As Yn made her way down the hall, a delicious smell wafted toward her. The aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filled the air, drawing her toward the kitchen. When she turned the corner, she stopped in her tracks.

There was Carlos, standing at the stove, his back turned to her. He was wearing a fitted white T-shirt that clung to his shoulders and arms, paired with comfortable joggers that sat low on his hips. The soft morning light from the kitchen window made him look even more handsome, his hair slightly messy from sleep. Yn’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him, completely captivated.

As if sensing her presence, Carlos turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“Good morning, mi preciosa,” he said softly, setting down the spatula and walking toward her.

Yn opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Carlos closed the distance between them. He placed his hands gently on her waist, pulling her closer.

“Sleep well?” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Yn nodded, her cheeks turning pink as she looked up at him. “I did. But I missed you.”

Carlos chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, just shy of the corner of her lips. The sensation sent a shiver through her, and she felt her face heat up even more.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Carlos said, his eyes soft and affectionate as he looked at her. “You looked too peaceful.”

Yn smiled shyly, her hands resting lightly on his chest. “Well, I’m awake now.”

Carlos grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good. Breakfast is almost ready. Come sit down.”

With his hand still on her waist, Carlos guided Yn to the kitchen table. She followed, her heart fluttering from his touch and his closeness. She couldn’t help but blush as he pulled out a chair for her, his thoughtful gestures making her feel special.

“You really didn’t have to cook,” Yn said, watching as he went back to the stove to finish up.

Carlos glanced over his shoulder, flashing her a playful smile. “Of course, I did. You deserve to be spoiled.”

Yn laughed softly, her hands resting in her lap as she watched him. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing,” Carlos replied smoothly, plating the food and bringing it to the table. He set down a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her, then poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “Here you go, mi reina.”

Yn’s blush deepened at the nickname. “Thank you.”

Carlos took a seat beside her, his knee brushing against hers under the table. He poured himself a cup of coffee, then looked at her with a curious smile.

“So,” he said, his tone light, “what’s the plan for today?”

Yn took a bite of her toast, thinking for a moment. “Well,” she began, glancing at him, “I was thinking we could just hang out here. Relax by the pool, maybe go for a swim?”

Carlos’s smile widened. “That sounds perfect. I’m happy to spend the day however you want.”

Yn felt her heart skip at his words, his gaze making her feel like the most important person in the world. “Really?” she asked, her voice soft.

Carlos reached over, taking her hand in his. “Of course. I don’t care what we do, as long as I’m with you.”

Yn’s cheeks burned, and she couldn’t stop the shy smile that spread across her face. “You’re making me blush again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos chuckled, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “Good. I love seeing you blush.”

They finished their breakfast slowly, taking their time as they talked and laughed together. Carlos told her a funny story about a workout mishap earlier that week, and Yn shared details about her favorite childhood summers spent by the pool. Every moment felt easy and natural, the connection between them growing stronger with every word.

When they were done, Carlos stood and gathered the plates. “You stay here,” he said. “I’ll clean up.”

Yn shook her head, standing up and taking a plate from him. “No way. You cooked, so I’ll help clean.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

Yn grinned. “Always.”

They worked together to clean the kitchen, laughing and teasing each other as they washed the dishes. Carlos kept finding little excuses to brush his hand against hers or place his hand on her lower back, making her blush each time.

Once the kitchen was spotless, Carlos turned to Yn, his hands resting lightly on her hips. “Pool time?”

Yn nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. “Definitely.”

Carlos leaned down, his forehead resting against hers for a moment. “Good. Let’s make it a day to remember, mi amor.”

And with that, they headed off to get ready for a perfect day together, the bond between them growing deeper with every passing moment.

[mimipolo]

Something fluffy or domestic with Nam-gyu?

Nam-gyu x reader fluff

Sorry for no upload of Nam-gyu content yesterday, I can only handle writing sm💔💔

Hope you like what I did and ALSO this is not editted so any dumb mistakes mb, ima edit it tmrw

It's cold, so cold. Your hands are buried deep into the feltiness of your jacket lining, desperate to keep your hands at least above freezing.

The sky is beautiful just tinting blue as the moon made its emergence, you appreciate the serene view as cold puffs of air left your lips and you snuggled your head deeper into your hoodie.

Entering your apartment complex and reaching your door after the unfortunately long flight of stairs you're mostly unsurprised to see a bored Nam-gyu loitering nearby. As you approach you call his name, his head perks up as he leans off your door with a grin on his face as he bites his cheeks.

"What are you doing here shouldn't you have work?" you say disapprovingly as you take in his warm attire.

"How cruel you don't wanna see me? I'm off today?"his voice is playfully mocking as he tilts his head towards you.

"I don't remember my apartment becoming your second home Nam."

"You say that but you gave me the keys."

"And where are they?"

He falls silent at your words, you clocked his bullshit and he knew it, he purses his lips and clicks his tongue, he's not about to argue against that. He's already grinning again when you open your apartment with a deflated sigh, happily tailing behind you. He hasn't lost your keys, he just likes to meet you by the door.

Immediately kicking off your shoes the two of you break into the usual routine, he's roaming your cupboards to make a simple snack for the two of you to eat and you make your way to your room to get changed and freshened up after work. You had never the thought it to be weird until you brought one of your friends round and said it was like the two of you were basically married. You had quickly laughed it off but he seemed to happily lean into the idea. He started to jokingly call you his [partner role] but you're not too sure it's a joke anymore knowing him.

You walk out in casual clothes, random enough to wear out the house but comfortable enough to unintentionally sleep in. Nam-gyu is already comfortable on the floor, knees pulled forward slightly as he clicked through potential movies for the night. His head is thrown back against the edge of the couch and the glow of the TV made his features stand out beautifully. You often found yourself admiring his face just because it just screamed meant to be painted, he said you were delusional when you told him. But it was hard not to believe especially with his hair slightly messed up from hiding under a beanie.

You take your appointed seat on the couch, your knees just centimetres from his head, you had asked him before why he always sits on the couch but he always claims it's just more comfortable. He's a floor guy. He's also the guy that leans his head against your leg halfway through the movie and says he's tired(clinical insomniac here).

It's well into the early morning now and you're still sat here on your couch, eventually you got tired of sitting in the same place for so long you decided it'd be more comfortable to lie on your side instead. Your hand is just within reach of his hair which you passively enjoyed threading your fingers through and further ruining it. He never minded though, in fact you'd flatter yourself and say he enjoyed it just as much. The peaceful ambience of your living room is disrupted when he randomly speaks up.

"Ya know I never thought I'd get this far..."

"Huh?" Naturally you're quite confused with this contextless statement.

"I mean this whole non permanent roomie thing we have, I never thought I'd get to have that."

"Why not?"

He sighs a bit as if you were clueless, turning his head slightly so he could face you, a small smile on his face as he gazes up at you, a longing in his eyes you never noticed till now making your own heart sputter. Gently, he takes the wrist of your hand in his hair and holds it to his face, his jaw fitting into the curve of your palm. His fingers are cold but his face is flaring with warmth, causing your own fingers to heat up. You wonder if it's because he's blushing and you wish you could see.

He indulges himself for a moment, savouring the fact you didn't pull away before speaking again, it looked like he wanted to say something else but quickly corrected himself.

"I like being with you, so it's just... weird you don't mind having me around." There's a melancholy sweetness to his words which doesn't sit right in your stomach. What's he trying to say?

"Why would I? You're always on my side."

"Yeah...not all people work like that, but since you're weird you do."

You scoff at his words, gaining a small chuckle for him as he turns around towards you fully, the movie playing now just filler in the background as you try to dissect what he's hiding from you now.

He's still holding your hand to his face, absentmindedly running his thumb over the back of your hand as his gaze rested on your silhouette. He looks deep in thought, not uncommon for Nam-gyu but he'd never held your hand so tenderly as he did so, this isn't just friendship anymore is it?

"Ya know... I think I like being with you."

You're about to roll your eyes that was such a "the sky is blue" sort of take. You both knew how much he cared for you, what you didn't know is that somehow he was able to exceed that limit. But he makes it pretty clear when he presses his lips to your palm so delicately it felt ghostly. Despite that it didn't don't fail to spike your heartrrate. This time when his eyes focus on you they have that slightly teasing look resting behind them, the one you recognised the most.

"I really like being with you [Name]..."

Oh? Oooooh. Now that's something that won't fly over your head, if the countless casual one on one friendly hangouts were anything to go by. He's smirking slightly as he watches your expression change to a more embarrassed one the longer the meaning of his words settle in.

He liked you.

And you'd be a liar if you hadn't said to yourself you'd eventually have to make a move on him, he was the only one in your life to prioritize everything about you before considering himself, despite how selfish he liked to act. So with that you're leaning slightly off the couch, your hand leaving his cheek to tilt his head to meet yours. You stiffle a chuckle when he rushes to his knees. Letting you pull him in as you place a chaste kiss to his lips. You both laugh quietly when he chases that short contact to steal a firmer kiss, his hand resting on your shoulder, lighting up goosebumps on the cold skin.

"I like you too I guess."

"I guess??"

"I've got to keep you humble."

Now it's his turn to scoff as you laugh, your touch is thoughtful as you tuck his outgrown hair behind his ears telling him silently you were only teasing. You smile as he visibly relaxes, now insisting you should start living together already. This guy...give him an inch and he takes a mile, but it's something you've come to like about him, maybe even love.

[drunkinyourbenz]

can you do a billie with reader who has her period and it feels like literal hell please?

୨ৎ whatever you need. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff

୨ৎ content: period cramps (obviously), overwhelmed reader, established relationship, this is soooo fluffy and billie's big on physical affection!!

୨ৎ note: anon baby u read my mind my period started today and ugh it’s literal hell so writing this came sooo naturally to me because this is exactly what i need rn (cried while writing this i'm so so emotional) i tried very hard not to make it super specific to my experiences so this is basically my morning minus my specific symptoms and plus billie!! i hope this brings u some much needed comfort baby, we're in this together <3

when you woke up, the sun was barely even peeking through the curtains, and your room was still bathed in darkness. you reached for your phone, groaning at the bright screen and rubbing your bleary eyes. two am, that’s what your phone read. that’s when it hit you, the sharp pain in your lower abdomen, a pain so intense you had no idea how you hadn’t noticed it straight away. you groaned, rolling over in bed and burying your head in your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut. your nails dug into your palms, anything to distract you from the constant excruciating pain you were feeling. 

after about half an hour, you dragged yourself out of bed. you trudged into the kitchen, where you ate half a mandarin before taking some pain medication. the meds didn’t tend to work, but you’d do anything to think you were making it better. you managed to force yourself to take a quick shower, just to freshen up. after the shower, you got changed into one of billie’s oversized t-shirts and some shorts, and you collapsed back into your bed. you were well aware that you should get yourself a heating pad, but you didn’t have the energy. 

after about half an hour of laying there with your legs hugged halfway to your chest, begging for the cramps to just disappear magically, you remembered something. today was a day where billie had a big surprise date planned out for you, and you really didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but… 

you grabbed your phone again, going straight to billie’s contact. you typed out a few messages, deleting them over and over again, before finally settling on one. 

hi baby, i’m so sorry i don’t think i can make our date 

it didn’t take long for billie to respond, and just over a minute later, you had a new text from her. there was no disappointment or frustration in the message, just concern.

bils: you okay angel? it’s 3am?

you stared at the text for a moment before responding simply.

eh, cramps. 

that time, her response was instant. you could picture the concerned expression on her face, and you were hit with a wave of adoration for her. she just cared so much. 

bils: aw baby, i’m coming over rn, okay??

no bils it’s 3am you don’t have to don’t wanna be a bother 

bils: please, u could never bother me bils: i’m coming over, end of story

you pouted softly, overwhelmed with love for her. 

i love you

bils: i love you more bils: anything you need me to bring?

just you and maggie’s baking if u have any

bils: ofc ofc i’m omw mama

before you knew it, billie had gotten to your place. you heard your front door open, she had a spare key that she used once in a while in situations like this or when you weren’t home. you heard her soft footsteps approaching your room, and soon enough your door opened and she walked in. she had on some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, and a bag in her hands. 

“hi, angel.” she walked up to your bed, leaning down and kissing your forehead. her voice was soft and soothing, and you were reminded then that you could literally just listen to her talk for hours on end.

you opened your mouth to speak, but she continued talking before you could. “i brought some of mum’s cookies, you can have as many as you want. anything you need? can i get you a heating pad or some tea? what about pain meds?”

in reality, all you wanted was to curl up in bed to her and cling to her like she was your lifeline, but you knew that a heating pad would be the wise decision. so you nodded, “i’ve taken my pain meds, but a heating pad would be nice…”

billie quickly left the room and grabbed you a heating pad, passing it to you so you could put it wherever was most comfortable. she looked like she was about to ask what else you needed, so you bet her to it. you opened your arms up, holding them out for her and pouting up at her from the bed. a smile spread across her lips, and she didn’t waste time climbing under the covers with you and wrapping her arms around you. her fingers found your hair, and she let them gently brush through it. 

your head nuzzled into the crook of billie’s neck as you closed your eyes, fiddling with the edge of her hoodie to try and distract yourself from the pain. you could feel her eyes on you, and after a long moment, you lifted your head from where you’d hidden it. “i’m sorry ‘bout our date. i know you planned it all out.” your voice came out in a mumble, muffled against billie’s shoulder. 

she kept stroking your hair softly, “don’t apologise, baby. it’s totally out of your control. plus, there’ll be other days we can reschedule it to. i’d rather you be at home and comfortable.” she paused to press a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you, and i’d go wherever you asked, even at 3am. you’re not burdening me with anything, i promise.” 

you could already feel yourself getting overwhelmed with emotions at her sweet words, another thing that your period often caused. you groaned softly, burying your head back into the crook of her neck. “shut up, i’ll cry if you keep being so cute.”

billie just giggled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, then your forehead, then your nose. “love youuu!” she said in a singsong voice, clearly trying to distract you from the fact that the date couldn’t go ahead. 

you knew that she was trying to take your mind off it, and you didn’t mind. it was reassuring that she was happy just to be there with you. the two of you spent a while just cuddled up together, when another wave of cramps hit. your cramps were constant, but some definitely worse than others. you groaned under your breath, your grip subconsciously tightening on the hem of billie’s hoodie.

she looked down at you, asking again with that ever so soothing voice. “need anything, angel?” 

you simply hummed, trying your best not to just double over in pain and not speak for the rest of the day. after a moment, you mumbled, “herbal tea? and maggie’s cookies?” 

billie leaned down and kissed your forehead, “at your service.” 

she spoke with a small playful grin on her face, and slipped out of the bed. she returned a few minutes later, a mug of lavender tea in her hands and a plate of maggie’s cookies. after placing those on your bedside table, she reached for her bag, pulling out another hoodie. it was one of the ones she wore most, and therefore also one of the ones that you wore most. you were the hoodie thief of the relationship, and billie certainly didn’t mind—if anything, she encouraged it. 

she slipped the hoodie over your head, and you let out a sigh when her smell enveloped you. it smelt like a mix of her perfume and that one moisturiser she used every single day and loved more than life itself. you hummed in satisfaction, “this one’s my favourite.”

billie chuckled, slipping your arms into the hoodie. “trust me, i’m well aware.”

she held the mug of tea up to your lips so you could take a sip, and she felt her heart warm at the small smile that spread across your lips. 

soon, billie slipped back into bed with you. the cramps were still tearing you apart from the inside and you still felt like absolute hell, but at least she was there with you—that made it a tiny bit better. 

the next half hour passed in a comfortable silence, the only movements being billie giving you a gentle kiss or stroking your hair. it didn’t take long, however, for a thought that you had pushed from your frustrated mind to return. it lingered there, clawing at your brain until you finally spoke. 

“i hate that this happened so close to christmas. i still have presents to wrap. i had so much i needed to do, and now i’m just–” 

“i can wrap your presents.” billie’s calming voice cut through the mess of thoughts in your brain, and you fell silent—only for a moment, though. 

“but–” 

“shhh, baby. no buts. i’ll wrap any presents that aren’t for me. i want to help you, yeah?” 

a pout made it’s way to your lips, “you’re too good to me. i can wrap maggie’s and—” 

“angel, i’m not going to tell my family what you got them. just let me help you, yeah?” 

after a long pause, you relented. “...yeah. thank you.” billie smiled, kissing your forehead once again and squeezing your hand. “It’s nothing. i’ll stay with you today: wrap your presents, make a nice warm dinner, run you a bath, and cuddle you to sleep.” 

at that, your heart practically melted. you weren’t sure if it was the period making you extra emotional or just the love you held in your heart for her. you were so full of adoration for this girl, you had no idea how she managed to be so completely and utterly perfect. she knew you like the back of her hand, she knew just how to make your day better, she knew just how to bring that smile to your face. sometimes you swore she knew you better than you knew yourself. 

you spoke again, your voice soft. “what did i ever do to deserve someone as perfect as you?” 

billie smiled and kissed your forehead again. “you deserve all the good things in the world, my beautiful girl. i’m just lucky to be one of them.”

[sp1d3rzz]

OMG I LOVE YOUR PERVERT MIDORIYA STUFF😭🙏🙏 DO YOU MIND ALSO DOING ONE OF TODOROKI?/?/?/🙏

Pervert!Todoroki

Warning!! : NSFW, riding, mention of a blowjob, basically just pervy things. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : He doesn't need to chase after something he can get with just a smile. The ladies love him enough already.

A/N : Another request!! Thank you anon, i'm gonna do my best for u (^_^*)

Now I believe that Todoroki would be a lazy pervert. He doesn't really need to do anything, because good things just come to him naturally.

He first realized his luck when he mistakenly walked into the girls locker room. "It's alright!" One giggled, along with a few others. He apologized and quickly turned back the other way.

That's when he knew he could get away with anything he wanted.

If you were to ask someone about Todoroki, they give you a small shrug and say something along the lines of, "Oh him? He's pretty chill." No one suspected a thing.

He starts abusing his power by grabbing a girls waist to scoot past in a crowded area. When she whips her head around to fuss about not touching her, she's met with a handsome face we all know and love. So she decides to let him get away with it. After all, he was a trustworthy guy, he wouldn't have any pervy intentions.

And deep down, he knows that it is wrong and actually quite disgusting to act in such a way. But when theres an opportunity right in front of him, who is he to ignore it?

When he begins to get bored of that, he'll start patrolling even more than before just to find a villian, and hopefully rescue a cute girl who is just so thankful he saved her in time. Maybe she'll give him a small kiss on the cheek to show her gratitude. Or even better, slip him a small paper with her number so he can come over later.

And when Todoroki does arrive at the foot of her doorstep, he'll still be dressed in his hero suit, not bothering to go home and freshen up. Why would he? He's not looking for anything serious. Just a quick blow job, and maybe she can ride him if he's feeling generous.

"We should— oooh fuck," her head drops down to his shoulder as she grinds out her release to the pleasurable feeling of his cock. "Do this again.."

He hums and runs a hand up her waist and to her chest, cupping a tit and dipping his head back to relax. "Feels good." he whispers, hips shifting to urge her on.

But if he saves someone and they just chirp him a small thank you and go their way, don't doubt he'll be upset and have a small attitude for the rest of the day. He just saved their life and they wont even flaunt their ass for him? Unbelievable.

And if someone ever calls him out on his behavior, he'll give them a confused look and lie, "I don't understand." And he'll keep on going until they finally give up and leave him alone.

He's definitely not a porn guy either. He thinks it's tacky and unrealistic. But if he's home alone on a boring day, he'll watch it on a random website and jerk off to that. It'll have to do.

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I tried to do this as realistic as possible, but still I hope you enjoyed!! Make sure to keep sending in requests lovelies <3

[narachilde]

welcome home! (hsr men)

prompt: how the honkai: star rail men act when they come home after a long day at work (established relationship hc!) (gender neutral!)

characters: blade, jing yuan, dan heng (+ bonus luocha at the end!)

notes: originally wanted to do just jingrenheng but i figured i’d do luocha as well and make it a xianzhou-affiliated men post! can also do sampo/gepard/welt upon request <3 (won’t do requests for luka yet since i don’t have a good enough grasp of his personality. sorry!) enjoy!

blade!

• because of the nature of his job, blade often comes home late. he doesn’t say it out loud, but he prefers it when you’re there to welcome him home, so night owls get bonus points with him!

• he kind of expects you to take care of him, but not in a demanding way. he’s just a veryyyy touch starved guy, even if he won’t admit it. your warmth comforts him a lot.

• since he gets home late he usually eats before coming home, so he doesn’t really expect you to have made anything. instead he’s more for quality time.

• he’ll walk through the door on nights where he was out “taking care” of people looking pretty tired. he’s not one for dramatic welcomes when he gets home.

• he’ll take off his jacket for you to throw in the wash and while you’re doing that he’ll go freshen up. when you come to the room to see him? that’s when his need for affection really kicks in.

• he’ll be just getting onto the bed, basically demanding you to join him as he pulls you in beside him and latches himself to you. commence lotsss of cuddles.

• blade likes to bury his face in you, holding you verrrry tightly. will sometimes ask you to play with his hair.

• he likes to hold your hands while you cuddle.

• he murmurs sweet words like how he missed you so much and how he was thinking about you all day.

• he likes to fall asleep like that, not long after getting home—but he makes it up to you by paying lots of attention to you in the late morning when you two get up.

• but in the night? what he really likes the most is being able to hold you close.

jing yuan!

• another very cuddly boy.

• jing yuan comes home much earlier than blade does, and he does like dramatic welcomes.

• the man is unapologetically cuddly. i cannot emphasize this enough.

• jing yuan latches onto you nearly as soon as he walks through the door.

• if you’re not there to greet him? he Will seek you out. you’re cooking? he’s wrapping his arms around your waist at the stove. you’re doing laundry? he’s pulling you off it to give you kisses and hugs. cleaning? not anymore.

• lan forbid he catches you working from home- you’ll have to basically fight him to stop him from taking it away.

• the man wants attention and he wants it immediately. he’ll let you go back to your activities after he gives you his greeting kisses and cuddles though.

• jing yuan does like when he comes home to food on the table- he’s a busy man, after all. and he thinks eating meals made by his significant other is an honor. he always repays you afterwards by offering to give you a back massage.

• he will ask if you want to shower together after dinner. regardless of if you say yes or no, after his shower you two can be found cuddling on the couch.

• jing yuan loves when you play with his hair. in fact, it’s an absolute must when you’re cuddling. (someone needs to check it for birds, after all.)

• he pays a lot of attention to you, asking about your day and if anything’s bothering you. he always wants to make you feel like you’re the first thing on his mind.

dan heng!

• let’s be real- you’re the one coming home to dan heng, not the other way around.

• the man is a house husband.

• dan heng loves stability. he always has dinner cooking so it’ll be nice and hot by the time you get through the door. if you’re not there on time he’s contacting you to ask where you are. (he will give you a (loving) scolding if your excuse isn’t good.)

• dan heng cares a lot about your comfort when you get home. if you’re tired and want a bath? he’s running the water, setting an ambiance complete with music and candles.

• he isn’t as cuddly as the other two, but he still cares a lot about quality time.

• he’ll often have you two watching something together, holding you closely but not in a way that’s too clingy or overbearing.

• dan heng likes it when you come home early so the two of you can go on mini dates after work together. you can expect lots of cafe dates or scenic walks on the days you get home early.

• he just likes to take care of you honestly… the man will Not let you go anywhere near chores.

• you’re offering to wash the dishes after dinner? absolutely not. want to do the laundry? jokes on you, he’s already done it. he’s even done the clothes you’re wearing right now, somehow.

• your comfort is his top priority!!

• he tells you stories before bed when you’re having trouble sleeping. he knows how much you like hearing his voice.

• really he’s just the perfect house husband.

(bonus) luocha!

• luocha is really just so nice and extremely considerate of you.

• him being a merchant means he often comes home with flowers and other gifts for you, making you veryy spoiled.

• he’ll come home and place his gift on the counter, and then he’s gone for only a minute to take off his coat before he’s helping you cook. (what a guy!)

• he has you open your gift while you two are at dinner, because seeing the smile on your face as you open it makes his day (especially after dealing with particularly difficult customers). he just loves to spoil you.

• he definitely helps you clean up the table + the kitchen afterwards, he doesn’t like when you do all the work by yourself.

• luocha is similar to dan heng in the sense that he’s not super cuddly, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to spend lots of time with you.

• he likes setting the scene- whatever you do will often be accompanied by good music and low lighting. luocha wants his free time with you to feel romantic whenever it can.

• likes preparing snacks for the two of you to enjoy throughout your chosen activity of the night. he’s another real acts of service guy.

• you probably end up taking a hobby in braiding his hair at night. (and he returns the favor if your hair is long enough or is the type to need braiding before bed.)

• overall he’s just a real sucker for your smile. it always makes his long days worth it :)

[intojaeyun]

BIRTHDAY GIFT; PJS

18+ contains heavy smut

ONESHOT

Jay x reader (husb jay × wife reader)

Contains: nudity, kink, handcuff, nicknames, creampie and more..

Word count: 1.8k+

Sypnosis: Jay hasn't been home on time for weeks, it is the eve of your birthday and you've never felt this angry and deprived of your husband's attention.

[Author's note] this is my first work after years of break, English is not my first language and I haven't proof read this. I hope you guys enjoy :) Let me know if yall wanna be added to my taglist

11:15pm. It read.

45 mins before your birthday, yet your husband was nowhere to be seen. You felt sad, angry. And disappointed.

It was nothing new, this has been a routine for the last few weeks and you were frustrated. Sexually. Frustrated.

You wanted your husband for yourself, and yourself only. Tonight will be exactly this.

You could hear the front door opening, he was here. Finally. He enters the living room, where he finds you staring at him with those very same disappointed and glaring eyes.

“Babe, I thought you were asl-” the door of your shared bedroom slammed right across his face before he could even finish his sentence.

Oh he knows he fucked up.

He just sighed in defeat, this wasn't the first time. He just hopes you aren't asleep by the time, he freshens up. He has to fix this tonight.

Little did he know, you wanted to fix things too. Just not the way he'd imagine..

By the time he'd finished washing up, he'd hope that perhaps you didn't sleep already. Jay was shirtless, his lower body wrapped around a thin layer of towel. And his mind, thinking of how to pacify his angry wife.

11.30 pm

30 mins before the clock hits midnight, and you hear the door opening. You know, this was a terrible idea. But you don't think you'll ever regret it. You stood in front of the door, awaiting him impatiently in a red silk night dress, with the straps dangerously loose with nothing underneath you. Your natural curls let loose, looking irresistible.

He enters the room, with his eyes interlocking yours in an intense eye contact. His gaze darkened seeing you in all red, he wanted to just drop anything to touch you. feel you under him.

Before he could even proceed with his thoughts, you pushed him on the bed and hovered over with your brown eyes filled with wrath, anger and filth.

“Someone has been forgetting he has a wife” you remarked sarcastically, while maintaining the very intense eye contact, until he broke it, staring at your almost bare tits while you were all over him and the dress revealing your cleavage a lil too well, just like you wanted.

Sorry was what he wanted to say, however his mouth felt dry, unable to voice out anything. All he wanted was you and he shouldn't be feeling like that before he properly apologized for neglecting you. However the blood running down there stated otherwise, the more silent he remained the harder he got.

His hands involuntarily ran down your body, until you slapped his hands off you and smirked.

“Who said you could touch me?” You scoffed sitting right on his lap, totally feeling his bulge. He groaned in frustration, totally feeling you rub against his boner, intensifying his feeling. Then, you stopped abruptly and got off his lap. To grab something.

He sat on the bed in confusion, while he saw you searching for something in the closet and came back to him. You sat on his lap and smirked.

“You've angered me so bad, Park. So bad, but I need you,” you whispered to him while straddling on his lap, leaving hungry wet kisses on his earlobes and neck. Your hands reach for his hands behind.. and.. click. He hissed at the cold sensation on his hands and his eyes widened realising what you did. You handcuffed him.

He was frustrated. He was angry. You could totally see it on his face and laughed.

“Y-y/n, please. You'll fucking regret this,” he groaned. He tried fiddling with his hands, in hopes he could break free of the handcuffs, but alas.

He has to give in, as much as he enjoys being controlled by you, he wanted to touch you. Badly. Show you his love, show he's sorry.

“Today, only this mouth of yours will be at work baby. I'll be in charge of touching,” you said as your finger teased his lips before you hungrily kissed him, pulling him closer. Your groans getting louder as the kiss intensified as he bit your bottom lip. The more you kissed, the needier you became.

“Fuckfuckfuck y/n, you have no idea how insane you're making me right now,” he says, feeling your lips roaming around his collarbone as you sucked his neck, intentionally leaving marks, marking your territory.

He couldn't take it anymore, between your hands roaming dangerously down there and your lips leaving wet all around his body, he had reached his limits. And you knew it all a little too well.

“You know if you want something, you gotta ask for it, babyboy,” you said as your hands teased his body, playing just around the hem of his towel. He whimpered.

“I need you.. I need you to touch me ma'am.”

“Please touch me,” and so you did. Your hands went slower than usual, untying his towel leaving him totally naked with his visibly large penis. Your hands circled around his tip, causing him to moan.

Your fingers circled around his aroused penis, moving so so slow leaving him groaning in frustration the slower you go. God, this was torture to him.

“Use words baby, what do you want me to do next?” “Go faster please,” he begged. You could already feel the pre cum leaking while you stroked his penis faster and faster, while his moans became louder and louder. “I am so- so fucking close y/n fuckk, I want to cum,” he pleaded. You could feel he was so close and so, you stopped.

“What the fuck y/n,” he grunted, tightening his teeth. He was so fucking close.

“Who said you could cum just yet?” You said as you sucked your wet fingers seductively as he bit his lips. If only he could break the handcuffs he would, just to teach you a lesson.

You took a few steps back, as he looked at you with the same hungry eyes. Eyeing the silhouette of your hard nipples through the red silk.

“That's your punishment for making me so deprived for the last weeks,” you said as you slowly stripped off your dress, exposing your hard nipples and wet cunt.

Your eyes never left his as your fingers roamed around your body as you sat right in front of him. Oh you were so loving the control over him and the way he reacted to you. You took your tit in your hand, massaging it softly while you mean, “Jay.. fuck” your other hand playing with the opening of your cunt.

“You wish that was you baby.. finger fucking me until i cum huh??” You said while moaning his name as you touched yourself.

“Y/n please let me free, fuck you're making this so hard,” and you just laughed “my baby wants to touch himself while i pretend my fingers are him.”

You inserted your fingers inside your pussy, pleasuring yourself to tears while moaning his name like it was a chant. You closed your eyes while you felt you were so close, so fucking close to cum.

That's when you heard the metals falling down while you were sent back to reality.

He broke the handcuffs. Fuck.

0:00 am

“Happy birthday darling”, his raspy voice echoed across the room as he walked dangerously close to you.

What were you going to do? Fuck.

He could have been disrespectful, he could have punished you but right now he just wanted to understand your perspective, you were his priority. Always would be.

His lips met yours in a needy way, so hungrily. Tongues playing against each other so the point the saliva got mixed together. He was the first to pull away, gasping for air.

“Allow me to touch you. Please. Allow me to treat you, allow me to make it up to you honey.” His voice melted you and you gave in to him.

“Touch me Jay, make me feel so fucking good. I want the world to know how fucking good you make me feel.”

With that, he buried his face in your tits while he sucked mercilessly on your left nipple, while his fingers found his way down your dripping pussy.

“Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet,” he said, circling his two fingers around your hole, ”I missed this so much, missed your pussy so bad baby fuck.” He groaned as he inserted his fingers in you, leaving both of you a moaning mess.

You felt a knot in your stomach. You were so close. Jay inserted a third finger, increasing his pace while you dug your nails onto his arms, screaming. “You're doing so great baby, let it all out. Cum on my fingers, let me have a taste of you,” he said while your hot liquid poured all over his hands.

You heaved a sigh of relief then bit your lips as you see him sucking his fingers clean. He was so fucking fine taking your liquid into his mouth.

God, you could have orgasmed again just at this sight.

Hungrily, you pulled him in a desperate kiss, biting his lip to gain access inside. Deepening the kiss. You missed him badly. You knew you wouldn't leave him this soon.

“Jay, I need you in me. Now. I wanna feel you inside. I wanna carry your seeds,” you breathed out, as you played with his tip right across the entrance of your vagina.

“God, it feels so good feelin you in me. I missed it,” you gasped and you inserted his penis inside you, adjusting to his size.

“Your cock is so mine, fuckfuckk,” you cried out loud, this felt so good. “All yours baby,” he said as he kissed your forehead while thrusting deeper in you, “ I fucking love you so much y/n. You take me so well baby,” he moaned, never wanting to stop. This felt so good.

“I am so close darling,” he cried out in pleasure, ready to pull out. “Cum inside me baby, fill me with your seeds,” you breathed out while holding him close for support, “I wanna feel you, wanna carry your baby,” tears streamed down your cheeks in pleasure. You were getting close too.

“Ugh baby I love you, you'd be such a good momma. Fuckk,” Jay said while he released it all inside you. You smiled at the hot sensation, “I fucking missed this,” you pulled him in for a kiss while he pulled himself out, as the cum dripped down your legs.

“Let's have you cleaned up darling, I love you,” Jay said as he carried you bridal style in the bathroom, cleaning both you and him up.

Whispering sweet words, apologizing endlessly for his temporary negligence, this man cleaned you up and tugged you to bed, while you hugged him tight to bed.

“I love you Jay, this gotta be the best birthday gift ever,” you said while you drifted to dreamland with your husband near you.

Gotta need me a man as down bad as he is 🤭

©intojaeyun 2024

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making my room uninhabitable for my father?

I know this sounds awful, but do hear me out.

I (16 NB), naturally, still live with my parents. I share a Steam account with my father, which he is on all the time, making my own account pretty much inaccessible to me at this point? We keep discussing making him his own account, but he still refuses to. I asked him politely to exit out of his game when he was finished so I could access mine from my laptop in my room upstairs.

I would like to make very clear that I have quite a large room that doubles as an extra living space that my siblings and friends have access to. I have made one boundary request with my parents, and that is that they don't come into my room without alerting me first. Part of it is because my father has stage 4 COPD, and can't inhale strong scents without it inhibiting his ability to breathe (I, quite frequently, have scented candles lit, or spray aerosol lavender spray), so it's an additional measure for his safety, but it's also because I'm a teenager and would like to have a semblance of privacy.

Now here's where the good stuff kicks in. My father can't get into steam because he logged himself out. His confirmation email goes to my phone, and naturally, he comes to get me so he can have his code.

He wakes me up at 5:30 in the morning to do so.

So not only has he woken me up at 5:30 while I'm on vacation from school pissed that he logged himself out of steam and needing the login code, but he's also broken my biggest boundary. Now, I was in the middle of a depressive episode, and admittedly, I had gotten my room get quite messy, which is something he hates, but not only is he yelling at me about Steam, he's also yelling at me about my room, which I had told him and my mother I would clean that day, effectively giving me a panic attack.

This isn't the first time he's done this either, as he has a tendency to go into my room while I'm at school and rat me out for tiny things. He's even gone so far as to ground me and prevent me from going to a DND session that I DM, forcing me to have to cancel, for something as small as not having put my laundry away, and it just gets annoying after a while.

I have, in fact, cleaned my room, and am in the middle of making him his own steam account, but he and my mother have broken my singular boundary far too many times, and I'm tired of it. I have started having a candle lit at all times, and when I'm not home, I drench my room in aerosol air freshener at all times, knowing my father can't come up because of the strong scent. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[pixiefelixie]

𓆝..°°𓈒 ⋆ (필릭스) : REMEMBER THIS SUMMER "MONDAY"

𓆉 °°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ synopsis felix is living the summer every teenager dreams of, with a perfect beach house on the east coast of australia and an even more perfect girlfriend. by taking the best of both worlds, felix invites her to experience the world he grew up in to make this the best summer ever. amidst bonfires, romantic sunsets, and seagulls, felix has one goal this summer: to finally tell her he loves her. with just one week to do so, felix is met with a challenge to make his feelings known before time runs out. 

pairing: nonidol!felix x fem!reader, series warnings: felix + reader are intended to be 17-18, established relationship, fluff, underaged drinking at a bonfire/party, use of "chink" please read below, borderline violence due to influence under alcohol, suggestive (making out for the first time) important notes: The content of this work is purely fictional and is not intended to endorse or encourage any behavior, especially among minors, that may be deemed inappropriate or unsafe. This story is created solely for entertainment purposes and should be understood as fiction. This work includes the use of a racial slur, which is solely included for the purpose of the story and to reflect certain character dynamics or societal issues. It does not represent my personal views or beliefs, nor does it come from the characters of Felix or the reader. As an Asian author, I approach this topic with sensitivity and awareness. The inclusion of such language is not intended to perpetuate harm but rather to portray the realities faced by marginalized communities. Reader discretion is advised.

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the next morning, you woke up in the guest room you were staying in, the sun beaming through the large windows. the room was bathed in a warm, golden light, making the white walls and light blue accents glow softly. you could hear the faint sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore in the distance and the air was filled with the fresh scent of morning dew.

you sat up and looked at your phone for the time. it was still early, but the sun was making its presence known. you plopped back down, and after a few moments of basking in the morning light, you decided to get up. slipping on your fluffy slippers, you headed out of your room to freshen up.

a quick rinse of your face, a good teeth brushing, and a refreshing shower later, you felt fully awake. you brushed through your still-damp hair, deciding to leave it to dry naturally. the humid summer air always seemed to coax out the soft waves in your hair. besides, you loved the effortless look the season gave you—tanned skin from those first few weeks of summer, a natural glow that didn’t need much enhancement.

you curled your lashes, swiped on a bit of tinted lip balm, and stepped back to check the mirror. that was all you needed. summer was kind like that: minimal effort, maximum payoff. your skin had that sun-kissed warmth, and your hair had a life of its own, perfectly undone in a way you couldn’t replicate any other time of year. you smiled at yourself, satisfied, and headed out to see where the morning would take you.

once you got back to your room, you rummaged through your suitcase and picked out an outfit: a pair of frayed denim shorts and a flowy floral top with soft pink and yellow hues. the combo was light, breezy, and perfect for the warm day ahead. just as you were putting your necklace on, a knock sounded at the door.

"come in," you called.

the door creaked open to reveal felix, and you had to bite back a laugh. his hair was a complete disaster—wild tufts sticking up every which way, as if he'd had an argument with his pillow all night and lost. he stood there, bleary-eyed, wearing nothing but a pair of red plaid pajama pants slung low on his hips. his chest rose and fell with the kind of lazy rhythm that only came with someone who wasn’t fully awake yet. his squinting eyes barely adjusted to the golden morning light streaming in from your windows.

"look at you!" you teased, unable to resist pulling out your phone and snapping a quick picture of his morning look.

felix groaned dramatically, running a hand through his already messy hair in a failed attempt to tame it. "why are you like this?" he mumbled, shuffling across the room like a grumpy toddler before collapsing face-first onto your bed. "can i sleep here?" he muttered into your pillow, his voice muffled.

you perched on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of damp hair behind your ear. "what's wrong?"

"a pigeon keeps pecking at my window," he grumbled, dragging your blanket over his bare shoulders like a makeshift cocoon.

"a pigeon?" you repeated, already laughing.

"seagull, same thing," he muttered sleepily, burrowing deeper into the covers like he was trying to merge with your bed. after a moment, he inhaled deeply and let out a content sigh. "and the bed smells like you," he said softly, his hand reaching out blindly until it found yours. he gave it a light squeeze before letting his arm fall limply back onto the mattress.

your chest tightened at the sweetness of it. smiling, you reached out to brush his hair, the strands soft between your fingers despite the chaos. "my mom wanted us to get bagels this morning," he said, his face still buried in your pillow. "they only have the good ones in the morning," he mumbled, the words barely decipherable but completely serious, like he was delivering some sacred bagel truth.

"then we better go," you said, laughing softly.

felix groaned again, this time flipping over onto his back, the blanket now tangled around his waist. he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "not yet," he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. “come on, lay with me for a minute," he said, patting the empty spot beside him.

"felix," you said, rolling your eyes.

he waved a dismissive hand, his biceps flexing ever so slightly. "my mom will survive. it’s not like they’re gonna run out in the next five minutes." his smirk widened as his eyes flicked over to you. "seriously, come here. the bed’s big enough, and i’m a fantastic pillow. multi-purpose, really."

you crossed your arms, arching a brow. "you’re ridiculous."

"just for a minute,” he stretched his arms over his head, showing just enough of his abs to make it clear he wasn’t playing fair. "the bed’s warm. and you’re cold."

"i’m not cold," you said, shaking your head as you grabbed a pillow and lightly smacked it against his chest. "get moving, felix," you shot back, already heading toward the door before he could say anything else to make your face heat up.

as you neared the dock of his family’s beach, the sight of their boat came into view. it was a sleek, white vessel with blue trim, bobbing gently in the water. felix led the way, his hand still holding yours, guiding you with ease.

“i got you,” he said, stepping onto the boat first, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. he turned back, extending a hand to you. you took it, feeling the strength of his grip as you jumped in, the boat rocking slightly once again.

felix helped you steady yourself, and guided you to a seat beside him as he made his way to the helm. the boat’s interior was polished and tidy, with cushioned seats and a small table in the centre. you sat down, feeling the coolness of the white leather seat beneath you.

he started the engine, the low hum of the motor blending with the sounds of the sea. the boat began to glide smoothly across the water, the wind whipping through your hair. you watched as felix expertly maneuvered the boat, his hands steady on the wheel. the sun reflected off the water, casting shimmering patterns on the boat’s deck.

felix turned to you with a smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. you couldn’t help but smile back, the wind tugging at your hair and filling your lungs with the salty scent of the sea. his goofy side always comes out when he was driving the boat. he leaned into the turns with exaggerated movements, pretending to be a race car driver.

“hold on tight!” felix shouted, his voice barely audible over the rush of wind and waves. he accelerated, the boat picking up speed and bouncing over the water. you grabbed the edge of your seat, as he sent sprays of water into the air, the droplets sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.

“having fun?” he called out, but his words were lost in the wind. you furrowed your brow, unable to hear him clearly.

“what?” you shouted back, leaning in to try and catch his words. he repeated himself, but the wind still swallowed his voice. determined to understand, you moved closer, bringing your face just inches from his. felix laughed at your proximity, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

before you could ask again, he couldn't help but take that chance to kiss you, his lips warm and firm against yours. you pulled back with a grin, playfully swatting his arm. “focus!” you said, laughing.

felix chuckled, his eyes never leaving the water as he steadied the boat. “i asked if you're having fun,” he repeated, louder this time.

“yeah!” you replied, your voice just as loud to compete with the wind. felix gave a satisfied nod, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

without thinking twice, you jumped up from your seat and made your way to the open area in the bow of the boat. felix watched with amusement as you raised your hands in the air and let out a loud "whoo!" that echoed across the ocean.

the wind tousled your hair as you embraced the thrill of the moment, the salty breeze tingling against your skin. as you passed by another boat, its wake created a larger wave, causing you to squeal in surprise. you stumbled slightly as the boat rocked, testing your balance and felix's laughter bubbled up as he saw you teeter for a moment, but you managed to steady yourself, grinning widely despite the near slip.

you then reached into your pocket and pulled out your trusty digital camera. with a mischievous grin, you skipped back to felix and aimed the camera backwards towards both of you.

you pressed a kiss to felix's cheek for the photo and he posed with a big beaming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, captured in the frame. as you lowered the camera and looked back at the photo on the small screen, a gasp escaped your lips which felix could easily guess meant you were happy with it.

as you looked up from the camera, the harbour came into view like something out of a postcard. rows of boats rocked gently in the sparkling blue water, their masts swaying in time with the soft waves. the docks were lined with weathered wooden planks, and colourful flags fluttered in the breeze, adding splashes of vibrant reds, yellows, and blues to the scene. small pastel-painted shops and cozy waterfront cafés dotted the shoreline, their signs advertising fresh seafood, ice cream, and souvenirs. overhead, seagulls circled lazily, their sharp cries blending with the hum of conversation and the occasional bark of a distant dog.

felix eased the boat to a slower pace, the engine's hum softening as he steered with practiced precision. his hand rested on the wheel, his posture relaxed yet focused. he glanced over at you, the corners of his lips tugging into a small, confident smile. “alright,” he said, gesturing towards the front of the boat. “you see the anchor up at the bow?”

your eyes followed his motion, spotting the anchor coiled neatly near the edge. “mmhm,” you said with a nod.

“i want you to grab it and take it to the edge. when i say ‘drop it,’ you let it go slow. don’t just chuck it, alright? you want it to catch, not tangle.”

“yes sir,” you said, suppressing a grin at his serious tone.

with careful steps, you moved to the bow, the anchor feeling heavier than you expected as you lifted it. felix slowed the boat further, adjusting the wheel slightly as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were ready. “alright, now. lower it nice and steady.”

you crouched down and eased the anchor into the water, feeling its weight pull gently against your grip as the chain unraveled. the boat gave a soft tug as the anchor caught, settling it into place. “great job,” felix said from behind you, his tone warm. “now come back here.”

as you returned to your seat, felix hopped out of the boat with effortless ease, the dock creaking softly under his weight. he bent down and grabbed the rope, securing it to a nearby cleat with a twist and loop. straightening up, he looked back at you and extended a hand. “your turn,” he said, his voice teasing. “come on, before you fall in and i have to fish you out.”

“funny,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and taking his hand. his grip was strong but careful as he helped you step onto the dock, your feet finding the sturdy planks beneath you.

“nice, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing around with an easy grin. the sun caught on the streaks of gold in his hair, and his eyes reflected the deep blue of the water.

“it’s beautiful,” you replied softly, taking in the bustling harbour again. the air was alive with the sound of children laughing and the clinking of glasses from a nearby café patio. a pair of kids ran past you, their flip-flops slapping against the wood, and you couldn’t help but smile at the carefree energy of it all.

felix gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his touch grounding. “come on,” he said, leading you down the dock with a laid-back confidence, his fingers still loosely intertwined with yours. as the two of you walked, the scent of saltwater mingled with the tempting aroma of fresh bread and coffee, making you feel like you’d stepped into a perfect summer day.

as you continued walking along the dock, the bagel shop came into view, a quaint little place with a sea blue and white striped awning that fluttered gently in the breeze. the windows were adorned with hand-painted signs advertising fresh bagels, coffee, and house-made spreads. the aroma of freshly baked bread spilled into the street, mingling with the salty tang of the ocean air.

the inside of the shop was just as charming as the outside. rustic wooden tables were scattered around, their surfaces polished smooth from years of use. a chalkboard menu hung above the counter, listing the day’s offerings in looping white script. the display case beneath it was packed with three types of bagels—everything, blueberry, and cinnamon raisin—alongside trays of pastries glistening with sugar glazes and bowls of spreads.

the place wasn’t busy yet, so you and felix went straight up to the counter. behind it stood a girl about your age, her blonde hair pulled into a neat braid that highlighted her delicate features. when her eyes landed on your boyfriend, they lit up like fireworks, her entire face breaking into a radiant smile.

“oh my gosh, is that felix?” she exclaimed, her voice carrying a bubbly excitement that seemed to fill the shop.

felix offered her a polite smile as he replied, “good day.”

the girl leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the counter as she beamed at him. “when did you get in?” she asked, her enthusiasm unmistakable.

“we drove down yesterday morning,” felix said, glancing at the menu.

“wow, it’s so good to have you back!” she gushed, her words tumbling out like she couldn’t get them fast enough. 

“how’s the store been this summer?” he asked.

“busy, busy, like every year,” she replied. “you know how it gets when the tourists roll in. but it’s been good. we’ve had a lot of regulars come in lately, which is nice.”

“nice,” felix nodded, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the counter. 

she paused for a second, glancing toward the sea. “there’s a new pastry shop that just opened up a couple of streets over,” she said, her expression turning a little more serious. “they’re getting a lot of attention, to be honest. the line’s been out the door every morning, and i’m not sure what’s drawing people in, but they’re definitely pulling a crowd.”

felix raised an eyebrow. “sheesh,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “competition getting fierce, huh?”

“yeah,” she said with a half-smile, but there was a glimmer of pride in her eyes. “i mean, it’s good for the neighborhood, right? more foot traffic, more people coming through. but it does make things interesting, that’s for sure.”

felix laughed softly, leaning back a little. “i get that.” he shrugged.

“we try our best to keep the locals happy. you know, there’s gonna be a bonfire tonight a couple hundred metres from your house. i still remember how much you and chris loved them last year.” she smiled at the memory, her tone softening just a bit. “how is he, by the way?”

chris had been felix's family friend since they were toddlers, and you knew him as an incredibly nice guy. felix often told you stories about how he used to think chris and his friends were so much older and cooler. even when felix was still in elementary school and chris had already entered secondary school, he often invited felix to hang out with him. there was always a hint of admiration in felix’s voice when he talked about those days, like chris had been more of an older brother than just a friend.

“he’s doing great,” felix replied with an easy grin, leaning his elbow on the counter. “i don’t think he’s coming this year, though. he’s off to college this fall, so he’s had a lot going on.”

“that’s a shame,” she said, her expression faltering for just a second before brightening again. “but you could bring…” her gaze slid to you, the pause deliberate.

felix didn’t miss a beat. “of course,” he said smoothly, stating your name like it was the most natural thing in the world.

her smile stayed in place, but her eyes flicked over you quickly, assessing. there was something in her look—friendly, but maybe a touch too curious. “great. i hope you both can make it,” she said, her tone as cheerful as ever.

“we’ll see,” felix replied noncommittally, already turning his attention to the bagels. “can we get a dozen, please?”

“sure thing,” she said, tapping the order into the register. “anything else?”

“that’s all,” felix said, pulling out his wallet and handing over a crisp bill.

“coming right up,” she chirped, flashing another bright smile before moving to prepare the order.

as she turned away, felix rested his hand lightly on your back, the warmth of his palm steady and grounding. “let’s go over here,” he murmured, steering you toward a quiet spot by the window. 

felix leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a quieter tone, the teasing edge softening just a little. "can i be honest with you?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours in that way that made your pulse quicken. you nodded, the corners of your lips lifting in curiosity, wondering where this was going.

his hand brushed over his face, clearly hesitant. "i… i did not know her name," he confessed, his voice laced with embarrassment.

you blinked, trying to make sense of it. "wait—what?" you laughed, a little incredulous. "are you serious right now?"

"i’m not joking!" felix said with a self-deprecating laugh. "i’ve always just called her 'the bagel girl,'" he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief, as if it was still a bit ridiculous to him. "and it wasn’t even that i didn’t care enough to remember her name," he added quickly, his face turning a little red. "it’s just... i don’t know if it never came up."

you raised an eyebrow, the wheels turning in your mind. "so, how come she knows your name?" you asked, a little amused. "it must have come up before.?"

felix shifted uncomfortably, his hands slipping into his pockets. "well," he began, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze, "last year my friend told me she was into me, and i guess she figured it out from, you know, caring so much." he smirked.

"no wonder you were so flirty just then," you teased, leaning in slightly with a playful grin. "you definitely wanted her to eat it up, didn’t you? you dick."

felix immediately turned red, and his eyes widened in offense. "i did not!" he protested, throwing his hands up as if to defend his honor.

you laughed, nudging him. "it’s normal, felix. we’ve all done it before." you said.

felix let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back a little. "believe what you want," he said with a casual shrug, but there was still that teasing glint in his eye. "i was just being felix. nothing more to it."

still, you decided to piss him off further. "i don’t blame you though," you said, crossing your arms. "i mean, if i knew a girl like that liked me, i’d probably do the same."

felix’s face flushed deeper, and he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. his voice dropped, almost uncertain. "i... i don’t..." he stuttered, trying to find the words to explain himself but failing. he wanted to deny it, to say something flippant like he always did, but something felt different now. he wanted to tell you that you were the only girl he found strikingly beautiful, that no one else had made him feel the way you did. but something inside him held back, just like it had last night.

“you know,” he started, his voice more serious now, “i’m not saying this to brag or anything…” he glanced at you, making sure you were listening. “but this is what it was like last year,” he said, a small sigh escaping his lips. “it’s like... after i got abs, everyone suddenly noticed me.”

you raised an eyebrow, your tone light but curious. “interesting,” you said.

"before, it was chris and felix. like i was always following him around," he continued, his voice softer now, almost as if he were thinking out loud. "he was always the older one, the one everyone knew first. and then, last year, it was like people just realized i was there. like i had always been welcomed, but suddenly i wasn’t just chris’s little buddy anymore. people started looking at me differently. it was... strange.”

he shrugged, a small, almost self-deprecating smile playing at the corners of his lips, but there was a hint of uncertainty behind his words. "i guess that’s just how things go. i didn't really know how to handle it at first. it felt kind of weird, like i didn't belong in the spotlight, you know?"

the silence between you stretched for a moment as you processed his words. you could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the hesitation that lingered around his smile. it was rare for him to open up like this, and it felt like he was finally letting you see a side of him that wasn’t just the teasing felix you usually saw.

"i get that," you said, in an attempt to comfort him. "you don’t want to feel like you’re getting noticed because you’ve grown or look better. it’s hard when everyone suddenly sees you differently." you placed a hand gently on his arm, offering him a comforting squeeze. "but you’re more than that. you always have been. and people should notice you for who you are, not just how you look."

felix looked down at the ground for a moment, then met your gaze, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "yeah," he murmured, his voice soft. "i guess that’s why you’re special." he let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes twinkling as he crinkled his nose. "you first started liking me—back in physics, right? i mean, come on, keep in mind i had a full shirt on." he grinned, his tone teasing but affectionate. “that’s gotta mean something." he added the last part with a playful smirk.

"i think it was your charm and persuasion," you said with a teasing smile. "you always tricked me into thinking you knew what you were talking about, when you had no idea."

felix raised an eyebrow, a grin creeping back onto his face. "you're right," he admitted with a dramatic sigh. "physics was definitely not my strong suit."

you laughed, nodding knowingly. "whenever i’d ask you for help, you’d give these long-winded answers and sound so confident, but i could always tell you were just making it up."

felix groaned, dropping his head back dramatically. "stop," he whined, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. "i just really liked you, okay?"

you smiled softly, nodding as you met his gaze. "i did too," you admitted, your voice quiet but sincere. "you were always so...felix. and even when you didn’t have all the answers, you somehow made everything feel like it was gonna be okay." the sincerity in your voice made his heart flutter. "but i should say, though, the summer crowd does get a view," you teased.

felix's breath hitched as your fingers toyed with the bottom hem of his shirt, the soft fabric slipping between your fingertips. his usual cocky confidence was slipping, and for a moment, you could see the rawness in his expression. he desperately wanted to stay calm but you had him completely off balance. his eyes darted between your hand and your face, but the words didn't come easily. he was so close now, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, like he was trying to contain the tension building between you.

you looked up at him, your eyes locking. in that moment, there was no pretending, no distractions. felix’s mind was clearly racing—she’s killing me—you could practically hear it. his gaze lingered on your lips, the smallest hesitation before his eyes met yours again.

“so,” he began, his voice hushed, almost strained. “about that bonfire…”

he trailed off, his words barely more than a whisper, and you could tell he was using it as a distraction. but it didn’t work. felix leaned in just a fraction closer, his body drawn to you like a magnet, but stopping him right before he closed the distance.

“i’m up for it unless you have anything else planned,” you said, your voice light but with an edge. your fingers still brushed over the collar of his shirt, teasing, the touch barely there but enough to keep him riled up. “i’ll go wherever you go,” you murmured. you saw the way his pupils dilated, the shift in his expression that told you everything you needed to know. he was losing the battle.

“oh yeah?” felix whispered, his voice low and husky now. he leaned in slightly, just close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. he was dangerously close now, his lips just centimeters from yours.

but just as your eyes fluttered closed, just as you both inched forward—bam—the sound of a cheerful voice broke the spell, slicing through the electric air between you two.

“here you go!” the bagel girl’s voice rang out, sweet and carefree, as she reappeared with your order in hand. "a dozen, just as you ordered!"

felix froze, his eyes snapping open, and breaking whatever spell you put him under just now. he turned to the bagel girl with a grateful smile, though his expression was a little less natural now. "thanks a lot," he said, the words sounding a little rushed. "we’ll see you tonight."

you stood there for a moment, fighting the smirk that wanted to creep onto your face. felix rubbed the back of his neck, still visibly affected, and shot you a quick, sheepish glance.

day 2 - 22:00

"one... two... three..." you muttered, shifting your weight as you adjusted your angle with each count. you had to lean back just enough to get a better view of the bird's nest on the rooftop, but the night sky above made everything appear blurry and shadowed. the darkness seemed to swallow up the delicate nest, making it harder to see than you'd expected. "they're all here!" you exclaimed with a sigh of relief, your heart settling as you spotted the large eggs nestled safely inside the woven twigs. "now, please put me down."

felix let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and familiar. he crouched down slightly, slowly lowering you until your feet touched the ground. "my parents should be done packing and ready to leave by now," he said, brushing his hands off and standing up straight with a satisfied stretch.

"let's go say goodbye," you replied, taking his hand in yours. the cool night air had a quiet stillness, and the weight of the moment seemed to settle over you as you gently pulled him toward the house, your fingers laced tightly with his.

inside, the house was bustling in a quiet sort of way. the living room was dotted with two carefully packed suitcases, bags filled with travel essentials, and little signs of the last-minute preparations that always seemed to rush by. felix's mom stood by the couch, smoothing out a stack of clothing, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. she looked up as you entered, her face lighting up with a smile that was soft and welcoming. "there you two are! did you have a good time outside?" she asked, her voice gentle as always.

"yeah, we did," felix replied with a grin, giving your hand a soft squeeze. "all the baby birds are accounted for."

"that's wonderful," his mom said, her eyes sparkling with that ever-present twinkle of fondness. "you know, we’re getting a lot of crows this season. they’ve been very active around here."

felix's dad, who had been checking something on his phone, looked up and raised an eyebrow. "they might go after those gull eggs you two are so interested in," he warned with a playful glint in his eyes. "watch out for them, they like to come out in the rain."

felix’s mom smiled, shaking her head as she gave him a small push. "we should stop scaring them, dear," she said with a soft laugh. "we have a flight to catch."

you smiled warmly at them both, feeling the pang of saying goodbye. "have a fantastic trip!" you said, your voice filled with genuine warmth.

felix’s mom pulled you into a tight, affectionate hug, the kind that felt like home. "thank you," she said softly, kissing the top of your head before pulling back. "take care of each other while we're gone.” she then looked at her son and pulled him into a hug with felix’s dad.

"thanks for trusting me," felix said.

his mom responded first, her voice warm and reassuring as she gave him a tight squeeze. "we love you," she said.

felix’s dad clapped him on the back firmly. he leaned in, his voice low and meant only for his son. “she’s great, felix,” he said. “i’m proud of you.”

you didn’t catch the words, choosing to hang back near the door, giving them their moment. felix didn’t respond right away, but you caught the soft smile that crept onto his face, the way his eyes seemed to brighten just slightly as he held the hug a little longer. "i know," he murmured back, his voice quiet but sure.

finally, they pulled apart. felix’s dad adjusted his coat, clearing his throat as if to steady himself. “the house is stocked up,” he said in a firmer voice, slipping back into his practical role. “but make sure to buy whatever you need from the market.”

“thank you, dad,” felix replied, his smile now playful and easy again. “we’ll be fine.”

with one last round of hugs and warm smiles, his parents picked up their luggage and headed toward the door. you and felix followed, standing in the entryway as they wheeled their suitcases down the front steps. the yellow taxi idled at the curb, its engine humming softly in the night. his parents exchanged a few final words before the driver helped them load their bags into the trunk.

you and felix stayed on the porch as the taxi pulled away, its red tail lights glowing faintly against the darkened road. the engine hummed louder as it sped up, then grew quieter, the car shrinking into the distance until it disappeared around the corner. the stillness it left behind felt almost too big, wrapping around the two of you in the silence of the night.

felix exhaled, a sound that was part sigh, part laugh, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. he glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before a small, genuine smile curved his lips. "well," he said, his voice light, though you could still hear the lingering weight of the goodbye, "guess it’s just us now."

you didn’t answer, your eyes still fixed on the spot where the taxi had disappeared. the quiet around you felt heavy, like the world had gone still and was waiting for something to happen. your chest felt tight, your mind replaying the moment felix’s dad had mentioned the crows. you knew it had been a harmless comment, maybe even a joke, but the thought of the birds... it clung to you.

felix tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing as he studied your face. “you okay?” he asked softly, breaking the silence. he reached out, his hand warm and steady as it rested lightly on yours.

you blinked, realizing you hadn’t moved, your fingers stiff and cold in his. “me? yeah,” you said, your voice a little too quick, a little too high. “um… i’m just a little shaken up.”

felix didn’t pull back, his hand staying where it was, grounding you. “by what?” he asked, his voice calm and patient, like he had all the time in the world for your answer.

you hesitated, feeling a little ridiculous now that you had to say it out loud. “the crows,” you admitted finally, your words barely above a whisper.

felix blinked in surprise before his lips quirked into a crooked smile. “yeah, crows. guess we’ll just have to keep an eye out for them, huh?”

“yeah,” you said quietly, your lips twitching into a faint smile. the tension in your shoulders eased slightly, and you glanced at him, grateful for his calm presence. “should we go?”

“bagel girl said it’s walking distance from here. i’ve got a pretty good idea where it is,” he replied, as he stepped toward the edge of the porch.

you followed him, the soft creak of the old wooden boards beneath your feet breaking the quiet of the night. the porch light flickered slightly, casting a warm but uneven glow over the small front yard. felix hopped down the steps first, his sneakers crunching softly against the gravel path that led to the street. then you stepped off the porch, your sandals scuffing against the gravel as you caught up to felix.

as you walked, the tranquil stillness of the evening began to shift. at first, it was barely noticeable—a faint vibration beneath your feet that made you pause for a moment, thinking it might just be the rhythm of your own footsteps. but then, as you continued, the sound grew louder, more distinct. the soft thudding transformed into a steady, rhythmic beat, resonating in your chest like the pulse of something alive.

“do you hear that?” you asked, squeezing felix’s hand lightly as you looked up at him.

he nodded, his eyes glinting with curiosity, and a grin spread across his face. “yeah. sounds like we’re close.”

the further you walked, the more the sound surrounded you, enveloping the quiet of the night. the bass grew stronger, its deep thrum underscored by the hum of voices and the occasional burst of laughter. the noise wasn’t chaotic; it was inviting, like a lure calling you forward.

turning a corner, the source of the sound finally came into view. a large bonfire burned brightly in the center of a clearing, its golden flames licking up toward the dark sky. the fire cast flickering shadows over the faces of the crowd gathered around it, making their features seem almost otherworldly in the dancing light. warmth radiated outward, pushing back the coolness of the night and wrapping around you like an embrace.

the scent of burning wood filled the air, mingling with the briny tang of the sea breeze that drifted in from somewhere close by. waves crashed faintly in the distance, their rhythm syncing with the beat of the music. strings of fairy lights were strung haphazardly between trees, their soft glow adding a touch of magic to the scene. laughter rippled through the group as someone poked at the fire with a long stick, sending sparks spiraling upward like tiny, golden fireworks.

as you approached, your attention was drawn to a guy frantically wrestling with a beer keg near the edge of the crowd. he was conventionally attractive, you would say. dirty blonde with blue eyes, tall, and tan, definitely not your type but he could 100% be a heartthrob back at school in sydney. the poor guy was losing a battle against the tap, beer squirting out in all directions as his hands slipped against the slick surface. his muttering, a mix of frustration and colorful language, carried over the music. every few seconds, he’d glance around like he was hoping someone—anyone—would step in to help.

you couldn’t help it—you turned to felix, stifling a laugh behind your hand. the sight was just too funny. “do you see that?”

felix followed your gaze and grinned, shaking his head. “that’s griffin sanders. he’s a total dumbass,” he said with a chuckle, his voice full of fond exasperation, like this wasn’t even the first time he’d witnessed something like this.

you laughed, the sound light as you both made your way deeper into the crowd. the bonfire was the heart of the gathering, its flames throwing warm, golden light over everything and everyone. the air was thick with the mingling scents of wood smoke, spilled beer, and salty sea air. laughter and music filled the space, the bassline vibrating faintly under your feet.

as you moved through the group, heads turned. felix, it seemed, was a familiar face. a few guys nodded at him in greeting, calling out quick, friendly remarks as you passed. but it was the way some of the girls reacted that caught your attention. their expressions lit up when they spotted him—bright eyes, wide smiles—but the moment they noticed you walking beside him, their enthusiasm dimmed. smiles faltered, and they glanced away quickly, feigning disinterest as if they hoped you hadn’t seen. you had seen, though, and you didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

felix didn’t seem to notice—or if he did, he didn’t let on. he navigated the crowd with ease, leading you toward a quieter spot near the bonfire. the logs arranged in a loose circle around the flames were worn smooth from use, and you both found a place to sit. the fire crackled, its warmth wrapping around you in gentle waves. flames leapt and twisted, their vibrant hues of orange and red mesmerizing against the backdrop of the dark sky.

the same guy who was fighting with the keg strolled up. felix looked up, his posture shifting slightly as recognition flickered across his face.

“it’s been a while, felix,” the guy said, his voice loud enough to cut through the surrounding noise. “looks like you brought a girl from sydney?”

felix smirked, gesturing toward you. “yeah, this is my girlfriend.”

“nice to meet you,” the guy said, turning his attention to you with a wink. “you can call me griff. so, how are you liking the beach, love?”

“it’s great,” you said, shifting slightly on the log. you glanced at felix for a moment before returning your attention to griff. “really beautiful. the kind of place that makes you forget about time, you know?”

griff laughed, the sound loud and boisterous. “spoken like someone who’s already been caught up in its charm. it’s what this place does to people. one minute you’re here for a weekend, and the next, you’re house-hunting.”

felix chuckled softly, “thanks for the sales pitch.”

griff waved a dismissive hand, his grin unwavering. “give it time, mate. she’s a keeper—you can tell.” before you could respond, he thrust a red plastic cup full of beer against felix’s chest. “here, i thought you might appreciate this.”

felix hesitated, his hand hovering near the cup but not taking it. “i, um…”

“come on, man. you used to drink all the time at these things,” griffin said, his tone a mix of coaxing and teasing. “no need to act all goodie in front of your dollface.”

you glanced at felix, your eyebrows drawing together. you’d never known him to drink—not once. your confusion must have shown on your face because felix glanced at you, his expression softening as if he could read the questions in your eyes.

“i’m actually good, thanks, griff,” felix said, his voice firm but polite. he shifted slightly on the log, leaning forward as if to place the cup back in griff’s hands.

“come on, felix. just one,” griffin persisted, waving off the refusal like it was nothing. “it’s only, like, two percent.”

felix sighed, a quiet exhale of resignation. you could tell he didn’t want to cause a scene. “you know what? i’ll take it for now,” he said, reluctantly taking the cup.

“that’s my boy,” griffin said, grinning as he clapped felix on the arm, the motion so aggressive it made felix wince slightly. he smiled awkwardly, clearly ready for this to end. but griff’s attention shifted to you next.

“and i’m definitely getting one for you,” griffin said, his grin widening. before you could protest, he was already jogging back toward the keg, weaving through the crowd with agility. you exchanged a look with felix, who rolled his eyes slightly, his lips curving into a lopsided smile. 

within moments, griff was back, holding a freshly poured cup of beer. he placed it at your feet with a flourish, his grin as wide as ever. before you could say a word, a girl called his name—a sharp shout that made him turn. “duty calls,” he said, raising his hand in a quick goodbye. “don’t be strangers, yeah?”

both your eyes followed him as he disappeared into the crowd. felix let out a breath and glanced at you, a faint crease forming between his brows. his lips pressed into a sheepish half-smile, like he was trying to downplay his discomfort. “i’ve only ever drank like…a few times. last year. he’s making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.”

you shook your head, offering a small, reassuring smile. “no, no, it’s fine. really. i don’t mind.” then, your gaze dropped to the red cup, sitting upright in the sand like a lonely monument to peer pressure. “it’s just… what do i do with this?” you added, nudging it lightly with your shoe.

felix followed your gaze, his shoulders relaxing a little. “like he said, it’s only 2 percent,” he said. then, before you could reply, he lifted the cup in his hand up to his mouth and downed all of it in one smooth motion.

you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “okay, mister. i guess you’re having mine too.” without waiting for a response, you picked up your untouched cup and handed it to him.

felix chuckled, his laughter low and rich, shaking his head as he took it from you. “if you insist,” he said, his tone light, teasing. he lifted your cup to his lips and began to drink again. the liquid sloshed slightly against the rim as he tilted his head back, the firelight cast golden shadows across his face, catching the faint crease between his brows and the sharp angles of his jaw.

you shouldn’t be finding him this hot right now, but you couldn’t help it. it was the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, like he was making serious business with the beer. the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down each time he swallowed. he finished with a final gulp, lowering the cup and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in one smooth motion.

completely unaware that you’d been watching him, he set the cup down in the sand and glanced at you. when he noticed you staring, he paused, his head tilting slightly. “what?” he asked, his voice breaking the quiet.

you blinked, startled out of your thoughts. “what?” you echoed.

his brows furrowed again, but this time in confusion, his gaze searching your face. “you’re looking at me like i have two heads or something.”

you blinked at him, a playful glint in your eye as you tilted your head. “is that a problem?” you asked, your tone light but teasing.

felix’s lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly in that mischievous way that always made your heart race. “no,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “i like it.”

the way he looked at you then, his gaze lingering on your lips, sent a flutter through your chest. his expression softened just a touch, his smirk fading into something more vulnerable. the space between you seemed to shrink, the crackle of the fire fading into the background as the world blurred into just him.

you felt a magnetic pull, as though some invisible thread was drawing you closer to him. slowly, you leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart thudded loudly in your chest. felix mirrored your movement, his breath warm against your skin as he closed the gap.

just as your lips were about to meet, a loud, sharp explosion rang out—a loud burst of sound coming from the sky so sudden it made you jump. your eyes snapped open, and you turned your head quickly toward the source, your pulse racing.

before you could process what had happened, felix’s hand slid gently to your chin, his touch warm and firm as he guided your face back toward him. “don’t worry about that,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. his gaze locked onto yours, his expression intense and unyielding. “we’ve had enough interruptions today, don’t you think?”

and then, without hesitation, he kissed you.

the force of it sent a jolt through your body, his lips pressing against yours with a fervent hunger that left no room for doubt. it wasn’t soft like usual—it was demanding, like he’d been holding himself back all night and had finally given in. his hand remained on your chin, tilting your face toward him as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding to the back of your hand, pining it down to the worn down log.

your mind swirled, the rest of the world dissolving in the heat of his touch. his lips moved against yours with a rhythm that was both urgent and deliberate, his need for you evident in every motion. 

his kiss deepened, parting your lips, and his tongue slid in, tasting of the faint, tangy bitterness of the beer he’d just consumed. the flavor mingled with the heat of his mouth, intoxicating in a way that had nothing to do with the drink. his hands found your back, firm and steady, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. the pressure of his lips against yours was urgent, almost desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and the sensation sent a shiver racing down your spine.

you kissed him back with equal fervor, your fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your mouth. the sound was low and raw, vibrating between you. your body molded into his, heat radiating from him in waves that seemed to melt away the cool night air.

another loud explosion cracked through the sky, the sound reverberating in your chest and pulling you from the haze of the kiss. reluctantly, you broke apart, your breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. felix’s lips lingered on yours for a fraction of a second longer, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. his eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy with desire, as you both turned your heads toward the sky.

above, a firework burst in a brilliant cascade of color, its reds and golds spreading out like veins of light against the dark canvas of the night. the shimmering display reflected faintly in felix’s eyes, adding to the glow that already seemed to emanate from him.

but as you stared in awe, felix leaned back slightly, his gaze fixed not on the fireworks but on you. “see?” he murmured. “it’s not that interesting.”

you turned your gaze back to him, your chest still heaving slightly from the kiss, and swallowed hard, the reality of what just happened settling over you. your lips tingled from the intensity, and the heat radiating from your cheeks was enough to rival the fireworks still bursting above you.

you blinked, trying to process it all—the way his lips had moved against yours, the way your hands had seemed to know exactly where to go, threading through his hair like you’d done it a thousand times before. but you hadn’t. this was the first time. a full-on make out.

how did you even know how to do that? where had that come from? your mind raced with questions, all of them tumbling over each other in a chaotic jumble. had it been good for him, too? no, scratch that—it had to have been good. you’d felt the way his body responded to yours, the way his lips had been so urgent, so eager, like he was drinking you in.

you glanced at him again, his face now lit softly by the remnants of the fireworks. his lips were still slightly swollen, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. his gaze met yours, warm and steady, with a hint of something unspoken simmering beneath the surface.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice carrying that raspy edge you hadn’t noticed before tonight. it was a sound that made your stomach flip all over again.

you nodded, but your mind betrayed you, still looping on the same thought: how did i just do that?

“i—” you started, but your voice cracked, and you pressed your lips together, suddenly shy. you looked down, realizing your hands were still resting against his chest. you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, fast but strong, and that tiny reassurance made you brave enough to speak again. “it happened so fast…i don’t know how—.” you breath hitched as you couldn’t speak anymore.

he chuckled, low and warm, and the sound sent a pleasant hum through your chest. “you don’t have to know,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart stutter. “you just have to feel.”

you looked at him, your breath hitching as his words settled over you. he wasn’t wrong. in that moment, nothing had been overthought or planned—it had just happened. natural. instinctive. perfect.

and somehow, that made it even better.

felix tilted his head toward you, furrowing his eyebrows. “it’s getting hot by this fire, don’t you think?” he asked.

you blinked, caught off guard. “i mean… yeah, it is pretty warm,” you replied, fanning yourself awkwardly—though you weren’t entirely sure it was just the fire causing him to get so red.

felix huffed a breath and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, lifting it to wipe his forehead. the casual movement exposed a sliver of his toned stomach, and your eyes immediately fell towards it, your heart skipping a beat. goodness gracious.

“i might need another beer to cool off,” he said, his words slightly slurred as he tossed the shirt back down.

you nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak. your gaze flickered back to him, trying to act normal—whatever that meant in this situation. 

felix stood up, swaying slightly as he did. “come with me,” he said.

you stood up, and you followed him silently, wondering where this was going.

felix seemed a little unsteady on his feet, but his confidence never wavered. his steps were purposeful—until they weren’t. you saw it happen in slow motion.

“felix—” you started, noticing a guy standing in his path, holding a drink precariously close to his chest, but it was too late. before you could get the rest of your warning out, felix collided straight into him, sending the drink splashing down the front of the guy’s shirt.

“dude!” the guy exclaimed, holding his arms out in disbelief as the liquid soaked through his clothes.

felix blinked, then burst into laughter, the sound bright and unfiltered. “sorry, that’s—” he paused to catch his breath, still laughing. “that’s my bad, man.”

you cringed, stepping forward quickly. “why are you laughing? that’s not funny.” you said, with a serious tone. “so sorry by the way” you apologized to the guy.

but as you looked at felix, it hit you. this wasn’t felix—not the felix you knew, anyway. normally, he’d be mortified, apologizing profusely and trying to fix the situation. but right now, his laughter was carefree, almost careless. he was completely intoxicated. already?

you sighed, glancing at felix as he leaned heavily against you. maybe his tolerance is just really shitty, you thought, trying to rationalize how he’d gotten to this point so quickly. just as you were about to scold him again, you heard an all-too-familiar voice cutting through.

“how’s he holding up?” griffin’s voice was laced with amusement as he walked up to you both, his grin wide as he took in the scene. when his gaze landed on felix, his lips twitched, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

felix attempted to sit up straighter, his eyes slightly unfocused but brimming with defiance. “i’m fine, griff,” he insisted, his voice slow and deliberate, as though he were concentrating hard on getting the words out. “100%. fine.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you watched felix’s obvious struggle to look composed. his usually smooth speech was stilted, his enunciation overly precise like he thought it would mask his tipsy state. it was clear he was trying to look tougher in front of the guy.

“really? because you don’t look fine,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. turning to griffin, you added, “he’s only had two drinks. i don’t understand why he’s like this already.”

griffin let out a low chuckle, glancing at felix before leaning slightly closer to you. “well,” he said with a smirk, “you should’ve known—these chinks can’t handle anything.”

you blinked, not fully processing griffin’s words at first. but as the weight of what he’d said sank in, your stomach twisted. you turned to him, your voice steady but laced with disbelief. “i’m sorry, what did you just call him?”

felix let out an unexpected laugh, the sound catching you completely off guard. it wasn’t his usual warm chuckle—it was light, careless, and entirely out of place. your stomach twisted, a mix of disbelief and anger bubbling up inside you.

griffin shifted uncomfortably but quickly masked it with a grin. “hey, calm down. i didn’t mean anything by it. you see, even your boy is laughing”

the casual dismissal from both of them made your blood boil. your feelings toward griffin shifted in an instant. just hours ago, he had seemed harmless, even likable. but now? how could he so casually toss around that word, as if it were nothing?

you took a step closer, your eyes blazing with anger. “no,” you said, your voice low but trembling with fury. “what the hell did you just say?”

griffin raised his hands, feigning innocence. “okay, calm down, dollface. i’m not blaming it all on his tolerance, alright? you know the beer couldn’t have been two percent. why the hell would it be here if it was? honestly, i’m surprised he didn’t notice when he drank it.”

felix, still swaying slightly but clearly trying to sound coherent, muttered, “it’s hard to tell, griffin. it didn’t taste that different…”

you turned to him sharply, your frustration boiling over. “you can shut up,” you snapped, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. your voice was harsher than you intended, but you were too angry to care.

felix blinked at you, startled, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, then seemed to think better of it, instead averting his gaze to the ground.

you turned back to griffin, your eyes narrowing. “you knew it wasn’t light, and you pressured him to drink,” you snapped, your voice sharp with anger and protectiveness. 

griffin shrugged, his indifference infuriating. “he would’ve done it regardless of how strong it was. looks like, you don’t know him enough. sydney’s not like the beach, dollface. this is just a bit of fun. no harm done.” he said, his tone dismissive. he even had the audacity to attempt a smile, though it fell flat against your glare.

“fun?” you repeated, your voice rising. “you call this fun?” your chest tightened with rage, your words spilling out before you could stop them. “i’ve only met you tonight, griffin, and i already know you’re a coward. it’s easy to stand there, acting like nothing matters, tossing around slurs and getting people drunk without their consent. but you know what? that’s not fun. that’s pathetic. and it says a hell of a lot more about you than it does about felix.”

griffin's face twisted into a sneer. "watch it," he warned.

"you watch it," you retorted, stepping closer.

the fire crackled beside you, casting long, flickering shadows over griffin's face. his eyes glinted with anger, the light reflecting off his sneer. the crowd around continued to chatter, seemingly completely unaware of the tension between you and griffin, besides a few. the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore seemed louder in the stillness, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere. 

griffin’s sneer deepened, and in a swift motion, he raised a hand as if to make a point—or worse. instinctively, you flinched, squinting your eyes as your body braced for any impact. before anything could happen, a hand clamped down on griffin’s shoulder from behind.

"dude, stop it, you're so drunk!" his friend said, his voice firm, his grip tight on griffin's arm.

“i was just trying to scare her, relax,” griffin slurred, his tone defensive but far from apologetic.

felix stood up quickly, without stumbling, and grabbed griffin by the collar. his movements were now swift, fueled by an adrenaline rush, contrasting to his drowsiness. "don't touch her!" he yelled, his voice shaking with rage. the firelight cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

griffin struggled against felix's hold, his face contorted with anger and defiance. "get your hands off of me!" he snarled, his voice slurred yet still threatening.

felix gritted his teeth, pulling griffin closer, their faces inches apart. you could see the raw emotion in felix's eyes, a mix of fury and protectiveness. griffin's friends quickly stepped in, pulling the two apart. their expressions were a mix of concern and urgency, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated further. felix's chest heaved with anger, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that was hard to ignore.

“come on, felix. you look insane right now,” you said, your tone softer, but desperate. his eyes flicked toward you, the fury in them softening just slightly.

his breath was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly, but he nodded, the tension in his jaw easing ever so slightly. without saying a word, you reached out, pulling him gently away from the crowd. you didn’t look back at griffin—couldn’t bring yourself to—but you heard his voice ring out from behind you, bitter and full of venom.

“yeah, walk away!” griffin shouted, his words laced with resentment. “chinks never belonged here anyway!”

a chill ran through you at his words, and you froze. your hands clenched into fists, but you didn’t turn around. some of the people around the bonfire had gone eerily silent at his words, the air thick with discomfort and tension. you imagined the faces of everyone who could hear it, all the people who could have been affected—felix, some of the teenagers at the bonfire, and even chris if he was here.

the fact that griffin, of all people, would throw out such a loaded term without a second thought was sickening. the thought of how casually he had tossed it out, with no respect or understanding for its weight, made your stomach turn.

you felt felix beside you, his hand on your back, his touch warm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. you finally took a deep breath, turning your head only slightly to look at him, the frustration and anger still simmering within you. he was still angry, his face tight, but there was a softness in his eyes that made you sigh in relief.

“we need to get out of here,” you muttered, your voice a little shaky from everything that had just happened.

felix's body remained tense as you continued to guide him away, his breathing gradually evening out. the sounds of laughter and music from the bonfire seemed distant and muted in comparison to the pounding of your heart.

the path away from the bonfire was dimly lit, the shadows of the trees casting eerie shapes on the ground. as you walked, the cool night air began to soothe your heated emotions.

you glanced over at felix, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed forward. he looked lost in thought, but there was something fragile about the way he walked, his posture not quite as solid as usual. he wasn’t the carefree, laughing felix you knew, and that made your chest ache.

just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, anything, you heard a voice call out behind you.

"hey, guys!"

you both turned, startled, to see the bagel girl from this morning hurrying toward you. her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing the same hoodie from earlier. you hadn’t even seen her at the bonfire, but now here she was, catching up to you with a concerned look on her face.

"are you two okay?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with genuine worry.

you blinked, the sudden intrusion snapping you out of the fog of anger and confusion. you hadn’t expected anyone to notice, let alone come looking for you.

felix stood a little straighter, but his expression was guarded, his eyes scanning her for a moment. “yeah,” he said slowly, though his voice lacked conviction. "we’re fine. just... needed to get away for a bit."

the girl shook her head, clearly still upset. “i’ve known griffin since grade 3,” she said, her voice growing more heated, “and he’s always been a jerk. i can’t believe he almost hit you, honey.” she grabbed your hands, her grip warm and reassuring. "are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her gaze searching yours for any sign of discomfort. you felt her concern washing over you, and something in your chest softened.

“yeah,” you said with a smile, though it was small, still shaken from the tension of the past few minutes. “i’m fine. just... everything happened so fast.”

she cooed softly, her eyes full of sympathy as she pulled you into a warm hug. "aw, sweetie. i’m so glad you’re okay. please, if you need anything, talk to me, alright? you know where i’ll be."

the embrace felt so genuine, and in that moment, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for her. you smiled into her shoulder, feeling comforted by her warmth. “thank you, i love you.”

she pulled back just enough to look at you, her lips curling into a soft smile. "love you too," she said. “okay, good night. i’m gonna go talk to that dick. he’s gonna hear it from me.”

she gave you one last reassuring smile before walking off, her figure disappearing into the darkness as she made her way toward griffin. felix’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, but then he looked back at you, his face unreadable.

you both started walking again, the silence hanging heavy between you. finally, the weight of it was too much, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. “i still can’t believe that happened,” you muttered, your voice thick with frustration. “griffin is such a dick. i can’t believe he said that stuff. and lying to you about the beer? how can someone be so reckless and insensitive?”

you exhaled sharply, your mind spinning as the words poured out. “and being racist? seriously, who talks like that? he’s got no respect for anyone, no decency.” you shook your head, the anger still simmering beneath the surface.

as you looked over at felix, you realized he wasn’t paying attention. his gaze was distant, his expression almost blank, and it felt like you were talking to the air.

you stopped walking for a moment, taking a deep breath and forcing the frustration to settle in your chest. “nevermind,” you muttered, your voice quiet now. you fell into a heavy silence, your steps slow as you resumed walking beside him.

the only sounds were the crunch of your footsteps on the pavement and the distant murmur of the bonfire party, which felt so far away now. you didn’t know what was going on in felix’s head, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

“felix?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stopped and stood in front of him. his eyes, glossy and unfocused, met yours, and you felt an unexpected pang of concern.

he wiped at his eyes with a trembling hand, but it only made the tears smear across his cheeks. “i think i’m drunk,” he said, his voice quivering, the weight of his emotions slipping through the cracks of his carefully built exterior.

you tried to keep the situation light, offering a small smile as you nodded. “that’s highly possible,” you agreed gently, but the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes as you studied him. “but what’s wrong?”

felix took a shaky breath, his shoulders hunching slightly as if the weight of his own emotions was almost too much to bear. "chris always tells me i cry after i drink,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now, like it was something he hadn’t allowed himself to admit until just this moment.

"come here," you murmured, your voice gentle but firm, as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. his body was still trembling, and you could feel the vulnerability radiating from him in waves. it was such a contrast to the usual felix, the one who always seemed to hold everything together.

he hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a quiet, shaky voice, “is anyone watching?”

you pulled him in a little tighter, your fingers brushing over his back, trying to offer him some sense of comfort. “no one’s watching, felix,” you said softly, giving him a reassuring squeeze. it wasn’t that you were lying—it was the truth. the streets were empty, and the bonfire party felt miles away, a distant memory now.

you knew him better than anyone. you’d seen him cry before, and you knew how soft his heart was. it made sense that this was how his body was reacting to the alcohol.

“y/n…” his voice wavered, the words slipping out in a slow, slurred confession. “i love you. to the ends of this earth. i’m gonna marry you one day.”

you froze for a split second and you could tell from the way his words stumbled that this wasn’t a moment of clarity—it was the liquor talking.

you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “not right now, felix.”

“no please,” he quivered, almost in a whine.

"we can talk about this tomorrow, okay?" you stopped and stood in front of him, putting your hands on his chest.

he nodded, his eyes earnest. "promise?" his fingers lightly touching your waist.

"i promise,"

[mauvecherie-writes]

Meritorious.

pairing: lewis hamilton x f!black reader

summary: lewis drove his ass off and just wanted to appreciate that. takes place after the Hungarian GP 2023.

themes/warning: 18+ nsfw, minors dni, pwp, oral sex (male receiving), humping.

word count: 3.36K

note: as you can tell, I’ve not been in the writing spirit. Just lost a lot of motivation for writing lately and it’s been hard getting back into that mindset but I’m trying. Sorry for the inactivity and I hope you like this.

Today was one of those rare days where Lewis left immediately after all of his duties at the track had been handled. His cheeks had begun to itch from holding up his smile - the mask had slowly begun to slip. He couldn’t expose his true emotions to the team at that moment. The frustrations that he was juggling within him were not theirs to be burdened with, he’d have to talk with Toto and the seniors tomorrow.

All he knew was that he just needed to leave the track as soon as possible. But never without saying goodbye to the fans who had diligently waited for him. However, nearing his awaiting car, he saw you standing by the back doors. Your honey blonde French curl braids framed your face as your sunglasses protected your sweet eyes from the rays of the sun. The cream, linen summer dress fell perfectly on your body - contrasting your beautiful deep brown skin.

Seeing you in all of your ethereal glory, lifted a weight from his chest.

And then you smiled at him.

Lewis could feel his heart begin to beat faster.

As he encroached closer, you began to hop on your feet before rushing to meet him halfway. You opened your arms and he melted into your body. The both of you held onto each other as your fingers soothingly caressed the back of his neck and your lips pressed soft kisses on the side of his head. Your actions brought him much comfort and cocooned him in your warmth.

You slightly pulled away and cupped his face into your hands and the pad of your thumbs softly rubbed his cheeks as you brought him forward to meet your kisses. He breathed you in as you left many pecks on his lips, his hands falling naturally onto the curve of your back - bringing you further into his body.

“One to ten?” You softly asked as you wiped your lipgloss away from his lips.

“Was at a five but seeing you has brought it up to a good seven point five.” He smiled with his head slightly tilted to the side as the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes made an appearance on his face.

You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses but failed to stop a grin from being drawn on your face. “Ever the flatterer.” You mumbled before kissing him once more. “Let’s get you out of here.” You whispered before taking his hand and turning to walk towards the truck.

Back at the hotel room, Lewis was settled in bed with his back leaning against the headboard as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone as he waited for you to finish freshening up in the bathroom. It wasn’t long after that you entered into the main room with your silk robe tightly secured around your body.

He watched as you stood by the mirror as you fixed your bonnet, making sure that it was secure. A small smile appeared on his face as he observed you fiddling with the material until you were satisfied.

“Did the food come?” You asked as you turned around, facing Lewis.

“Yeah but I’m not hungry.” He mumbled as an answer, putting his phone on the side table and then shifting back into his previous position. You pouted at him before you crawled onto the bed and then onto Lewis’s lap. Both of your thighs were on either side of his body before you leaned backwards to put most of your weight on his legs.

“Talk to me babe.” You urged him. “What’s going on in that head of yours. You’ve been too quiet.”

He played with the hem of your robe, tugging on it softly, exposing more of your flesh for him to trace patterns on.

“I don’t know, it’s been such a crashing reality you know? No matter what I’m doing, how hard I push, that place I was in before is not coming back. Or at least coming back fast enough for me.”

You nodded your head, signalling for him to continue.

“Our car is shit. Like disgustingly terrible and I’m struggling to connect with it. We’ll have good sessions and good races where I’m thinking, ‘okay this is it. We’re finally finding our footing.’ But then we get pushed ten steps back and we’re back to square one.”

“Awe baby,”

“I just.” He sighed. “I wish they had just listened to me. It went in one ear and out the other.”

“You know what Toto and the others are like. They didn’t want to admit they were wrong. It’s a very hard thing to accept defeat when you’ve been winning for so long. They’re not like you babe. Failure is a thing very hard to be gracious about for those folks.” The last part of your statement caused him to chuckle.

“You can say white people you know. You don’t need to sugarcoat it.” He said as he tugged your robe loose, letting the tie fall to the sides of your body.

“They’re like your family. I didn’t want it to come off as an insult more than an observation .” You shrugged, your fingers reaching to his necklace and rubbing on the diamonds encrusted into the chain.

“It’s the truth though.” He chuckled.

“You’re right, you’re right. But! Coming back to this, I need you to hear me right now. The fall was unfortunately and inevitably going to happen. It was an orchestrated attack, yes but it came and you handled it the best ever way that you could in that moment. We’re not going to be back where we need to be immediately with the politics of the game as they currently stand but believe me when I say your time is coming. Like a phoenix, you’re gonna rise up and you’re gonna show everybody why you’re the best to ever do it. Nothing can stop and nothing won’t stop you, why? Because you’re the hungriest you’ve ever been. I can see it in your eyes - that fire is burning within you.”

“It is.” He confirmed. You smiled down at him as you cupped his face and stroked his cheeks.

“I know it sounds repetitive because you’ve probably been telling yourself the same thing but you will be rewarded for your patience. It’s not coming when you want it but it will be coming, I promise you.” You spoke as you looked directly into his eyes before leaning down and pulling his face upwards into a sweet kiss. Lewis hummed softly into your mouth as his hands settled at your waist.

“Thank you, I needed to hear that.” He mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“Always baby.” You pecked his lips.

“Now onto something else ..” Your hands began to trail down his naked chest before settling on the hem of his boxers. At the feel of your touch, Lewis’s stomach contracted as his dick twitched beneath the fabric. He loved and hated how quickly your touch brought a reaction out of him.

“And what’s that?” He questioned as his eyes closed as your lips touched the skin under his chin before moving down his jawline and finally onto his shoulder.

“You were a fucking beast this weekend and I couldn’t help but be turned on by that. That pole qualifying lap? I’ve watched it more than once already.” You whispered into his ear after scrapping your teeth against his lobe.

“Oh that turned you on did it?” He smirked questioning you playfully because he knew just how his driving made you feel.

“Mhm.” You nodded your head as you continued to place your lips on any inch of skin that you could. “Everything you do turns me on.”

“Shit.” Lewis hissed as you licked his nipple. “So what are you gonna do about that? Since you’re so turned on.” He egged you.

You pulled back and looked directly into his eyes before snaking your body down the length of his, inching towards his legs.

“I’m gonna suck your dick so good baby, I’m going to have you counting stars.”

“I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips as he leaned back against the headboard. His eyes trailed across your body as you slid your robe off from your shoulders. The straps of your babydoll had gone down your shoulders along with your robe but neither of you particularly cared especially when you were tagging on his boxer briefs and pulling them down his legs.

You loved when you were able to tease him. Placing the softest kisses onto the sensitive skin around his cock without giving him the attention that he desperately wanted from you.

“You know that watching you drive has always turned me on. But something about this weekend had really riled me up and all I could think about was sucking your dick in your suit. But this will have to do.”

“Fuck.” Lewis sighed as you finally laid your tongue upon the underside of his cock. His eyes closed as the sensation of your tongue tracing the veins of his dick. “I fucking hate it when you tease me darling. I just want to feel your mouth around me.”

You giggled as you cupped his balls in your palm before kissing his weeping tip. “But you love doing it to me. You love teasing and edging me until I lose all my senses but when it’s the other way around, you can’t take it.”

Through your bonnet, Lewis had managed to grasp onto your braids hard enough to pull your head away. You gasped as you looked into his eyes with your mouth slightly parted, saliva pooling on your tongue.

“Any other day, I would have let you tease me but right now I don’t need that, you either suck my dick and go wild or I fuck your mouth until I’m satisfied. You choose.” The last part of his sentence came with a deep rasp and your panties were soaked. Your heavy breathing was in sync with his heaving chest.

“Yes, sir.” You mumbled.

“Good. Now, open wide.”

Holding onto the base of his length, he breached his tip past your lips and then you immediately took over - moving his hand away, you took as much of his dick into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. The intrusion made you gag but you took it like a champ and slid your tongue alongside his cock.

The move made a low grumble escape from him but you weren’t letting up. You quickly picked up your pace, getting his dick nice and wet with your spit. Lewis averted his eyes back down to you as you expertly moved your mouth. You were so warm and wet - not comparable to your pussy but the way your tongue tickles the underside of his sensitive tip.

Once he sagged back into the bed, did you finally pick up your pace. You utilised your hands, fondling his balls as the other stroked his base as your mouth paid full attention to his tip.

“Oh fuck!” Lewis hissed as his hips jerked. You hummed around him as you positioned your tongue flat against his tip and lapped up at his premium that had been leaking. His cock was swelling and throbbing in your mouth, adding a bit of a stretch to the corners of your lips but you didn’t care if it hurt you. You gripped his base a little tighter as you moved your head a little faster so that he was stimulated a little more. At the sound of his whiny moans, you dug your nails into his thighs as you refused to stop the momentum that you were at.

The rumble from his chest echoed in the hotel room and you couldn’t help but let him slide further down your throat.

“Just like that baby, fuuuuccckkk.” Lewis’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and forgive him but both of his hands slid underneath the confines of your bonnet to sink into the strands of your hair as he planted his feet flat against the bet and began to fuck up into your mouth. The more you choked and struggled to deal with all of him in your mouth, the more it egged him on. As much as you wanted to please him, you loved it more when he took what he wanted from you.

Today was all about him and however he wanted you and you would give him exactly that.

“Always do me so good baby.” Lewis sighed. “Taking this big dick down your throat.” You nodded your head through the tears with your mouth full of his cock without a care. You comfortably shifted yourself in between his legs before pushing yourself to the limit as the pinch of tears behind your eyes became harder to control as you let him abuse your throat.

You loved sucking his dick but it wasn’t often Lewis allowed you to do so because he was always the giver. He loved pleasing you and derived pleasure from doing so but it was times like these where he let you loose on him, where it felt like he was losing all of his senses. He loved the way you just took him fucking up into his throat with no complaints. Your saliva dribbled down his length but you were determined to suck him until he came in your mouth.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He groaned as he let one of his hands fall from your head to grip on the sheets beside him as the muscles in the pit of his stomach began to tighten. You could feel his legs shifting besides you and you knew that his orgasm was approaching so you took him deeper into his mouth until his head was touching the back of your throat.

Your eyes averted from what you were doing to look up at him and your pussy clenched at the sight before you. Lewis’s head was thrown back with his eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape as he breathed deeply through his nose. You loved bringing him to his absolute weakness - it was empowering.

The soft touch of his fingers caressing the back of your head contrasted the hard thrusts of his hips forcing his cock to bruise the back of your throat. “That’s it. That’s it. I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t stop.” He moaned.

You whimpered and nodded your head in response and gripped onto his thighs as you braced yourself. Your cheeks stung from the slapping of his hips against your face but your bared it all to feel him push your head further down until your nose was brushed up against his base.

You fought the urge to gag as his cum erupted and slid down your throat. Lewis moaned loudly above you. “Mmmmm fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck baby.” He moaned loudly above you and it sent your body ablaze and you were highly aware with the effect he was having on you. You could feel your clit throbbing in your panties, begging for attention. You kept your head in place until he had stopped cumming and Lewis was quick to pull out of your mouth.

“Come here.” His voice was hoarse and your body responded to that by your nipples tightening. He pulled you towards him with the back of your neck until your lips were connected. You loved it when he did that. Your ex used to make you feel disgusting when they refused to kiss you after oral but Lewis didn’t care, he’d push his tongue deep into your mouth without a care and it was something that you feel sexy. The lewdness of it all.

You scrambled your body up until you were in his lap as you continued to make out, cupping his face into your hands, you felt his hands slip underneath your dishevelled robe and they roamed until they got to the sides of your soaked underwear.

“Fuuucckk.” Lewis sighed against your lips as his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your underwear beneath. “I can feel how soaked you are. You always get so wet from sucking my dick.”

“Mhm.” You whimpered softly. The sound quickly turning into a gasp as a loud ripping sound rang in the air. Your slightly widened eyes met his that were laced with a playful glint.

“They were in the way.” He smirked as he flung the torn panties onto the floor.

“You’re gonna buy me a new pair.” You said as you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed.

“I’ll buy the whole fucking shop if you want it.” He licked his lips as he shifted you properly so that your clit laid right on the underside of his cock. He rolled your hips to begin creating a friction. You bit your lip as you looked down at him as you garnered control over the movement of your hips.

The friction and pleasure quickly consumed you and the build up was quick. Already highly aroused from Lewis fucking your mouth, your slickness helped you glide faster and faster against his dick - your orgasm was right around the corner. Lewis began thrusting his hips upwards, bumping the tip of his cock against your clit.

“I want to feel you cum on me.” He softly groaned as he held onto your waist and pressed you down onto him harder with one hand and the free hand came to your breast and pinched your nipple, softly tugging on them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the slight pain rolled down your spine and settled in your abdomen.

“I’m about to cum!” You gasped. Your head fell backwards as you moved your hips faster and faster. Your moans were breathless and heavy as the pressure mounted. Your bonnet was slipping off your head as a sheen layer of sweat covering your forehead and neck. Eyes completely shut with your mouth parted, letting out the most loveliest sounds. You were in bliss.

Your thighs tightened against his waist which made Lewis shoot up to wrap his arms around your body and hold you down as your orgasm erupted. You laid your forehead on his as you tried to regulate your breathing and gain all focus on your senses. Once your ears had stopped ringing and your vision cleared, you felt the trace of his fingers up and down your spine.

“Fucking hell.” You mumbled. “I forgot how intense orgasms from humping can be.” Your comment caused him to chuckle. You slumped into his body letting him hold you as you both ignore the uncomfortable stickiness between you.

“Brings back memories of when we first started dating and that’s all we did.” He spoke softly as he continued tracing patterns into your skin not paired with kisses on your shoulder. You groaned in response to his statement, feeling embarrassed about those days. The both of you had been trying to not act on the sexual chemistry between of you. But it never worked.

“God I can’t believe we used to behave like teenagers with no self-control.” You answered him. And shortly after, you fell into a comfortable silence. You continued embracing each other before moving to the bathroom. Your love for each other was felt in the intimate way you bathed each other’s bodies.

The stress that he had carried throughout whole weekend had been melted away from his body. You always made him feel better - you were his anchor that he could lean on when he needed. He laced his fingers with yours and brought the back of your hand to his lips. The silent acknowledgment and appreciation. You smiled at the gesture before proceeding to do the same to his hand.

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author’s note: It’s the way this was supposed to be just smutty but then I don’t know what I did here at the end lmao. I was feeling mushy and it probably doesn’t fit the vibes and the drastic tone change is 🥴 but we move. I’ve honestly lost a lot of motivation to write but I’m trying. I feel like I owe it to you guys and to myself to finish the things I’ve started. Maybe me finishing this can spark some writing motivation. We’ll see 💕.

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“With my love.” — Jeon Wonwoo

Genre: fluff, romantic Warning: mention of a pompompurin plushie Pairings: wonwoo x gn!reader(?) Word count : 1.1k

[💿] : 'bout you by seventeen

★ note · my fav sanrio character is pompompurin so i chose it but feel free to change the scenario in your head a bit 😽

Wonwoo was greeted by your familiar scent and laughter as he entered the house, making him grin.

Really, it was a long and exhausting day at practice. However, hearing your laughter echo in his ears was like a natural remedy for his problems and exhaustion.

As he walks into the living room, he notices you curled up on the couch, laughing as you watch a funny kdrama scene. You didn't seem to realize he was standing right by the entry way, causing him to snicker silently. He leaned against the wall as he watched you roll onto the couch from laughter. Seeing you so happy seemed to take away all of his tiredness and sleepiness. The happy sight of you made his cheeks hurt from smiling.

You kept laughing so hard that when you realized someone was standing on the entryway, you fell to the ground, startled. You let out a deep breath of relief when you saw Wonwoo standing there, putting your hand firmly on your chest as if you had just suffered a heart attack.

"Baby! You were about to give me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry baby~"

Wonwoo approached you swiftly and helped you back onto the couch.

"Are you okay?" questioned Wonwoo as he crouched on the ground and turned to face you. You nod and smile.

"First of all, tell me, are you okay?" Raising your eyebrows, you ask. Wonwoo looked at you as innocently as ever, puzzled by your question.

You chuckle at his expression before pointing out the large plastic bag on the table he was carrying earlier.

"What is in this huge bag?"

Wonwoo glances at the bag and back at you before chuckling. "There is something I bought for you."

You gasp as your eyes widen, "Really?" you chirped, leaning forward.

Wonwoo nodded while smiling. "Show me, please?" you pleaded with a wide grin on your face.

Wonwoo glanced at your lips then back at you as he spoke, "Hm? I can't hear you..." moving closer to you. Confused at how was he unable to hear you, you lean more closer to his ear, "I said, can you show it to-"

Your words were cut short when Wonwoo placed his hands on your cheek, allowing you to face him before smashing his lips against yours. You widened your eyes at the sudden act by him.

His soft smirk clearly visible as he breaks the kiss, "Your cute boyfriend has been craving this for so many hours." he spoke in a gentle tone while resting his head on your thighs.

You giggled, "Is that so?" you spoke as you caress his head, earning a soft hum in response.

"then I'll make sure my cute boyfriend receives many kisses today."

Wonwoo softly giggled before pecking the skin of your thigh.

"Will you show what you bought for me as my cute boyfriend?" you grinned as you widened your puppy-like eyes. Wonwoo caressed your cheek as he spoke, "After I freshen up, hm?" moving a hair strand behind your ear.

"Is that necessary...?" you ask, pouting and wearing a sulky expression.

Wonwoo nodded, "I want to surprise you," he spoke. "a surprise for you and kisses as a return gift from you." he finished his sentence earning a giggle from you.

"Okay," your cheeks turning pinkish as you speak, "I'll be waiting."

Chuckling, Wonwoo pats your head before getting up from the floor. "You should go to bed first." he spoke while unbuttoning his shirt. You nod as Wonwoo smiles before walking away to the bathroom.

You glance at the large plastic bag on the table, "What could be inside of this huge bag?" you thought. You divert your attention from the bag as you shout, "Be careful, the shower water is too hot!"

"Ah, got it!" Wonwoo replied back from the bathroom. Standing up from the couch, you make your way to the bedroom while chuckling at his cuteness. Curious about the big plastic bag, you toss yourself onto the bed. You are just too curious; what could Wonu buy on his way home after such a long day of practice?

"Tired?" As you turned to face the bathroom door, a quiet, deep voice called out to you. While you wait for Wonu to dry his hair, you shake your head, indicating no.

"You seem tired, it was an exhausting day afterall." You remark as you look at Wonwoo intently trying to dry his hair. "Hmm, you're right," he said, "but it is hard to sleep without your kisses."

You chuckle, "You and your flirting skills." "The 'f' in Jeon Wonwoo stands for flirty." he replies, wearing a sly smile on his face.

"As if." You scoff, playfully.

He set down the hair dryer and fixed his hair with his hands. "Wait here, I will be right back," he said as he walked to the living room. You watched as he walked out of sight and then returned to the bedroom, this time carrying the big plastic bag. Your lips curved into a smile as you recognized the bag.

Wonwoo placed the bag on the bed before sliding under the blanket alongside you. "I know you have been waiting to find out what is inside."

"You read minds."

Wonwoo snickered as you squinted your eyes jokingly. "Maybe."

"Close your eyes." said Wonwoo, moving the bag closer to him. You nod, grinning as you close your eyes, knowing full well that you are peeking. Wonwoo stared at you, holding in his laugh before using his hands to cover your eyes.

"I clearly see you peeking through, love"

You pouted at the comment as Wonwoo covered your eyes. "Come on, don't keep me waiting!"

Wonwoo covered your eyes with his other hand as he carefully opened the box inside the plastic bag. "Okay, open your eyes."

You gasped at the sight; a pompompurin plushie. Your jaw dropped as you took in the view, your eyes widening and sparkling.

"pompompurin!?"

Wonwoo chuckled at your expression, "I noticed you glancing at this every time we went to the store; I assumed you wanted it." As he planted a kiss on your forehead, he spoke. "Do you like it?"

"I LOVE IT!!" you cried with excitement as you gave Wonwoo a tight hug and a cheek kiss. "Thank you so so so much, Wonu."

"Of course, anything for my love," Wonwoo said as he stroked your hair and planted a kiss on the top of your head. "my return gift?" With gentle words, he spoke.

You chuckled as you kissed him all over his face, "You didn't have to buy it, you had a long day at practice." You spoke while gently caressing his cheek.

"If the love of my life likes something, I'll definitely bring it for them." he claimed, making you giggle.

"Then," you said, resting your head against his chest, "I really like it when my boyfriend is clingy like this."

With one hand on your waist and a chuckle at your remark, Wonwoo stroked your cheek.

"Then prepare for me to suffocate you with my love, starting today." Wonwoo giggled.