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Ah yes. Me. Camp Counselor Jason. And his 500 lb seven-foot tall teddy bear.
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OMG I literally screamed multiple times reading this … so good kinda made me wanna to go back to college😂 I really wish I knew how to give detailed feedbacks but sadly I don’t so I’ll just cry 😭💖
Perfect Distraction | lfl
❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮…❞
↳ Felix is the perfectly untouchable man you can only long for from the back of the college lecture hall; until a chance encounter and offer of distraction brings those yearnings closer than you ever thought was possible.
↳ Felix x female reader
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! Strong language, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slow burn, explicit sexual content, vanilla sex, oral sex (f. and m. rec), body worship, praise, use of pet names, sexual discovery, adult themes throughout !
「suitable for 18+ readers only」 「© July 2020, rewritten April 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
Felix’s back was a profound thing.
It was where you found your gaze most often lingering when the monotony of lectures led your mind to wander, and perhaps that was natural; it stands to reason that one should firstly see what’s right in front of them. Perhaps the heightened interest with which you examined him day after day was also just as natural.
Or perhaps not.
Still; the extraordinary demanded your undivided attention. And that wasn’t to say it was Felix’s back itself that was extraordinary. By all accounts, it was a perfectly normal back. Rather it was the feelings that cropped up when examining said back with a slow and appreciative eye that it made it so special.
There had been changes since the term started; imperceptible to anyone else, you were sure. The span of his shoulders was broader now, the fit of his shirts a little snugger. The outlining curve of his shoulder blades had strengthened, his hunching over desk or rising into a stretch offered glimpses of the toned muscle beneath the cotton. The days where he ran late and thus rallied to make lectures in time were your favourite, for on those days the silver tresses usually gathered neatly at his nape were damp with the sweat of exertion, the pale skin beneath blushed. Occasionally he might scratch his neck, and you would wonder if he felt the tickle of your gaze burning so bright a hole into him, the prospect equal parts needlessly giddying and mortifying. Thoughts would roll around your mind, and arguably, were best kept there: would he be soft to touch? Perhaps he’d be surprisingly firm. How would his back look in the absence of a shirt?
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hey, just noticed, the last picture you took of him? the one with the bandaids,
his pupil looks.. off? its way more dilated and it looks like static if you squint, you might wanna check his vision if the eye still hasn't changed. serious falls or head injuries can lead to loss of vision or damaged vision (as well as hearing but I don't think we would be to tell, he doesn't seem to have ears) permanent or temporary. could explain why he's dissociating quite often. with sudden lack of/less visual stimulation. his vision seems to be his main sense based on how he looks as well, perhaps gently try test his vision out when hes more coherent?
Gave him a lil check-up (well, on his eye)
Swatted my hand away with annoyance when i used a light (i guess that's a good sign???)
Idk what you meant by there being S̷t̴a̷t̴i̷c̵, it was just cloudy.
I had some spare eyedrops for when my eyes get dry, so i tried it on him, just to see if he needs a lil boost on hydration,
Good news is that it worked!^^. Not a whole ton, but he's able to see that it's just me around, even if it's blurry.
Main part is he's probably aware enough (i think)