This Is Such An Intriguing Theme! I'm So Excited To Read

This is such an intriguing theme! I'm so excited to read

"look at me." [l.f.]

synopsis: you'd never believed in something from those horror movies actually happening in real life: a cute boy walks into a coffee shop, flirts playfully with the pretty barista until she writes her number on the heat sleeve of his cup and they hook up - then he kills anyone who looks in her direction and holds her captive for the rest of her life, forcing her into marriage and having a family all while hiding the truth from the world outside of their front door. because.. things like that didn't happen in real life; until that gorgeous blond boy walked into the front door of your coffee shop.

genre: romance, horror (yandere themes)

pairing: yandere!lee felix x fem!reader

notes: i'm so excited to start my first long-term fic!! it's probably going to be right around 9-10 parts, each part being something of introducing a member + how they end up out of the picture. so yes, it'll contain themes of character death. it'll be angsty, and probably a bit gross, just how i like it.

just making a clear statement that this fic in no way whatsoever will be written to represent felix as a person - or any of the stray kids members at that. it's purely fictional, written just for fun and from imagination.

first chapter to be released : 03/21/2024

serenade - lee felix

genre: fluff, soft

pairings: gender neutral reader x nonidol!felix

warnings: none

wc ~2.8 | moodboard

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'god, they make me so nervous.' 

felix gulps and quickly glances down at his lap, where he's fiddling with his fingers nervously as he tries his best to act normal.

emphasis on the word tries.

his heart is constantly beating out of his chest while his hands clam up–all because you're seated across from him. with each passing glance from you in his direction, felix's composure falters, and his heart wants to run into your arms.

when you look in felix's direction, with those breathtaking eyes of yours that felix finds himself lost in, time and time again. your eyes that mesmerize him, he finds himself analyzing the waves of colour in your iris, tangled up in you as he swims in the depths of your beautiful eyes; he wouldn't mind drowning in them if it meant your eyes were on him and only him for the rest of his life.

under your gaze, felix can only muster a slight smile that you return, but he wants to smack himself. he could feel just how stiff his smile was; no doubt it looked awkward. he can't seem to relax his lips around you–he can't relax, period.

felix is always scared to mess up around you, to stumble over his words, and for you to perceive him as an idiot.

felix likes you, no–felix is in love with you.

but he doesn't quite know how to go about it, how to confess or how to serenade you so you fall into his waiting arms.

no matter how many times chan tries to tell his younger friend to be himself around you, to act natural, and you'll become putty in his arms, as chan argues, who won't? with someone as bright as felix, anyone would fall for his cute freckled face and charming personality. felix just can't; he's not on the same page.

he's too busy overthinking his next moves and how you may perceive them, even simple questions such as;

"hi, the weather's nice. do you wanna take a walk?"

felix is too scared to ask; he's worried you'll say no. he doesn't think his heart can take it if you say no.

the possibilities of admiring you from afar suggest both pros and cons. secretly admiring you with no clue regarding your feelings for him leads to two possibilities: you reciprocate felix's romantic feelings, or you see him as just a friend. if the latter turns out to be true when rejecting his offer to take a walk, his hopes will be crushed. but if the former is true, then felix is over the moon.

the glaring possibility of you not reciprocating his romantic feelings and holding mere platonic feelings for felix holds him back from confessing. he doesn't know if he's ready for that possible rude awakening.

one could say that ignorance is bliss.

the ones who aren't ignorant are your shared group of friends, felix's feelings for you are glaringly obvious in their eyes. every little thing flies under the radar of those in your friend group with hawk-like eyes.

the boys are well aware of felix's crush: he never stops talking about you, and the boys also never stop talking about felix's confession, interested in the how, what, when's and where's of the big moment.

a variety of questions felix has yet to find an answer to as the thought of confessing scares him to pieces.

on the other hand, the girls didn't even need to be explicitly told about felix's feelings for you. the freckled boy always has heart eyes when he's around you, or his eyes light up with joy at the mere mention of you, that in itself made the crush strikingly apparent and practically confirmed every suspicion they had.

heck, the whole neighbourhood probably knows how heart-eyes felix is for you.

…

when sunday came around, it was a miracle that some of you had a day off on such a beautiful day.

the sun shone brightly, the trees up and down the streets were beautifully full and green, and other trees had pink and white sakura petals blowing in the wind. the floral scent of the sakura and flowers blooming danced along with the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee beans. since most of you had a free day, you all met up at a local cafe to spend a lazy sunday morning together.

the group spread out at the different tables of the cafe's outdoor seating as they basked in the spring atmosphere. once seated, you all conversed with one another as you patiently waited for the drinks and pastries you ordered. depending on where everyone decided to sit and whom they were sitting with, the topics of conversation varied.

felix sat with seungmin and jeongin as they discussed the upcoming release of a role-playing video game they had been looking forward to for quite some time now. while you sat at the table next to them closer to the cafe window, yeji and ryujin sitting across from you.

in the midst of the conversations, the barista came out to serve the orders to the respective person. most of the group ordered their usual beverage alongside a small pastry, while the others picked some things off the best-seller list to try something new for once. felix noticed that they were offering limited seasonal drinks, so he opted to try that alongside a triple chocolate brownie.

when felix's drink was served, everyone's eyes were drawn to the layered, gradient detail, which made his drink more appealing and exciting than everyone else's; the matcha green, white, and pink layering was definitely eye-catching. however, what caught felix's eye was how your eyes sparkled in awe as he sipped on the drink.

it took him a couple of minutes to build up the courage to ask you, but eventually, he did. felix took one last sip and turned to you with a shy smile, "did you want to try?"

your eyes widened a bit at the fact that you'd been caught staring at felix and his drink, not noticing the redness on the tips of his ears. you shake your head with a smile, but felix hasn't spent the past couple of minutes building up his courage to say no.

"c'mon."

you shake your head again, "it's okay, i have a drink."

"sip for a sip?" felix suggests. you cock your head in confusion, "you take a sip of mine, and i take one from yours; that way, it'll be even."

jeongin and seungmin have amused smiles on their faces, watching this exchange go down, much like everyone else does. ryujin and yeji are holding back their giggles while jisung and changbin are holding back from teasing the shit out of felix for being able to get a few sentences out when speaking to you. instead of teasing felix to his face and embarrassing him in front of you at that moment, they're whipping out their phones and sending messages to chan, minho and hyunjin.

they're all trying to act like they aren't glancing over and listening to you two. 

after a brief pause, you're biting back a sheepish smile and shrugging, "why not."

when you and felix exchange cups, your fingers accidentally brush against him. it's a gesture you don't notice, but felix sure as hell does. it's pathetic, but he thinks he might just faint.

you’re quick to take a sip first, which is a testament to just how excited and curious you were when you first laid eyes on felix's drink. your eyes only light up further when the drink hits your tongue, and felix goes ahead and takes a sip of your drink. you go to take another sip, but you're quick to stop yourself, realizing it wasn't part of the agreement.

"if you want, we can just switch," felix offers when you turn towards him. you blink. " you seem to like my drink more than i do," he chuckles, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"are you sure? what if you didn't like mine?" 

"i like yours better," he's lying through his teeth.

in all honesty, felix preferred the drink he ordered to yours, but if he could see that look in your eyes when you took a sip and offered to exchange drinks, that was enough to convince him that he preferred your drink over his. felix would lie and persuade himself he liked things he didn't if it meant he'd get to see that sparkle in your eyes—anything to make you happy.

felix is absolutely whipped for you. absolutely down bad.

especially seeing how it's now almost three thirty in the morning; he's laying in bed gazing up at the ceiling and replaying how your eyes lit up at his offer to first take a sip and then offer you the whole drink. felix also feels like a grade-schooler when his mind tells him drinking from the same straw as you did was an indirect kiss. just the thought of kissing you makes felix giddy.

his phone buzzing from its spot next to him on the mattress snaps him out of his trance. felix's mind now wanders to who would text him at three thirty in the morning, when everyone either had work or school the next day. regardless, he picks up his phone and nearly drops it on his face when he sees they're from you.

y/n :) : thank you again for earlier  i should've gotten it for myself in the first place so i didn't have to steal yours

felix: i gave it to you voluntarily, no stealing there no need to thank me at all

y/n :) : whatever you say lix

'lix'.

god he feels like he's going to go into cardiac arrest.

you've never called him that; it's always been felix or yongbok. this has him wondering if this is just a one-off occurrence or if you'll start addressing him like that now. he hopes for the latter, even though the latter will have him practically melting whenever you call him as if he doesn't already.

'are you free on friday? we can go back to the cafe together so you can get the seasonal drink this time.'

'i was just wondering if you were free on friday.'

'you know, since it's a limited-time seasonal drink, did you wanna go back on friday?'

he doesn't send any of those potential messages, psyching himself out of asking you to hang out just the two of you on friday. he just types them up and carefully deletes them, hoping he doesn't accidentally send them; he'd probably double over in embarrassment if he sent a half-deleted message asking you out. 

yes, he built up enough courage to ask if you wanted some of his drink earlier and eventually switched his with yours, but asking you to hang out with just the two of you is a whole separate thing. you've only ever hung out with each other in a group setting.

at least in a group, he can sit silently while he's freaking out internally and not have to worry about filling the air with conversation. he'd probably find himself stumbling over his words if it was just the both of you; he'd look like a loser and then have no chance.

instead, felix opts for a:

how was the rest of your day today?

with his phone resting on his chest and his screen facing the ceiling, he waits for your reply. his heart almost jumps out of his ribcage when his phone buzzes.

y/n :) : it was good! but the highlight was definitely the seasonal drink at the cafe haha  it was so good!

your little 'haha' at the end of the second message brings a smile to felix's face; he can hear your little giggles in his head when he reads the message. his heart flutters at the thought.

felix: i'm happy to hear you liked it so much it became the highlight of your day haha  you went to watch a friend's basketball game in the evening right?

y/n :) : yeah i did! 

felix: how was that? did your friends team win?

y/n :) : that was also fun, they didn't win, but it was a close call the other team was down by two but got a three-pointer at the buzzer  the crowd went wild at that

felix: oh wow, it really was a close call did you go wild too lol

y/n :) : i mean it was hard not to haha  my friend, even tho he lost, was raving about it afterwards  even his team was amazed by the chances

felix: are they playing against another team or was it their last game

y/n :) : they have another game on friday

well, there goes felix's plan of asking you out on friday, a plan he repeatedly talked himself out of due to his fear of rejection.

nonetheless, the plan was still up in the air and within reach if he decided he had the guts over the week. felix texts back, wishing your friend's team luck and hoping they win their upcoming game. feeling a bit dejected that you are, in fact busy, on friday, he hopes his dejection isn't evident through the pop-up on your side of the screen.

laying his phone back down on his chest, face up, he ponders, making up strategies in his head on potential ways he'll confess in the future, only to hit the conclusion that he needs to consult the boys; anything he thinks of on his own leads to him talking himself out of it.

whenever felix thinks of confessing, he has two potential outcomes in mind: you reject him, effectively breaking his heart and forcing him to move on, or you reciprocate his feelings; felix will be in disbelief that the girl of his dreams likes him back, and you both live happily ever after. the latter only manifests late at night, in the depths of his unconsciousness, when he's going through sleep cycles. where he wakes up happy until he registers he's been dreaming.

felix's phone buzzes on his chest multiple times, signalling he's getting more than one notification, prompting him to grab ahold of the device out of curiosity and silence it; it's almost four in the morning, and the vibration of his phone is louder than it seems in the middle of the afternoon. 

y/n :) : i've been meaning to ask actually did you want to come to the game with me this friday? it'll be just us two, and we could go to the cafe either before or after if you're free that is if you aren't that's okay too  

felix has the heels of his hands on his eyes, rubbing vigorously before he's looking at his phone screen again, making sure that he's reading correctly and not seeing things. he also pinches himself to ensure he isn't imagining anything, that he isn't dreaming of you asking him on a date–well, is it a date?

it could just be a friendly, platonic hangout alone.

regardless, it's the two of you alone, and he thinks he will explode. this is even more so when his eye rubbing and pinching only solidifies that he is indeed seeing what he's seeing.

it isn't a dream; it's reality, and they're staring at him through words on a screen. 

felix wants to take a breath to calm his heart but at the same time he needs to reply as soon as possible before you take back your offer if he seems uninterested.

felix: i'm free on friday! i'd love to go to the game and revisit the cafe with you

'was love too much? do i sound too excited?'

felix reads his message over and over again, his heart leaping when the grey bubbles pop up and indicate you typing on the other side. god, he hopes this isn't some cruel joke; his heart is too fragile to take that. if he reads into this wrong and you snap him into reality, then he will feel like his dawn has been ruined.

when his phone buzzes with another incoming message from you, he feels like he's dreaming, still not believing his eyes even as he repeatedly reads over your messages.

if felix felt like a grade schooler earlier, he feels it tenfold now. the giddiness and excitement bubbling up within him and threatening to overflow are reminiscent of your grade school crush telling you they liked your shirt or thought your pencil was cool. or when you're playing a game of truth or dare, and your friends tease you by daring your crush to hug you, the giddiness that comes from that hug.

he practically feels like he's over the moon, on cloud nine, giggling and kicking his feet as he repeatedly reads the grey bubbles on his screen. his heart soaring and tummy flipping after each read.

y/n :) : it's a date :)  i'll see you this friday lix <3

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— ENDLESS WINTER. TEASER a Christopher Bahng fiction

Christopher Bahng x fem. reader

TROPE. Beast! au, Mage! au, enemies to lovers (she wants to kill him), marriage au, angst

WARNINGS. violence, kidnapping, mention of a past war, descriptions of murder, reader is injured, hyunjin is a bit of a pain, hinted minsung (hehe), blood, kissing (dubcon), cursing

WORD COUNT. estimated around 12k

AUG'S NOTES. me and my inner thoughts… as a fic 😭 i cannot believe this is my longest writing yet!!! hopefully you enjoy!

SYNOPSIS. As heiress of the Magus, otherwise, Mage Clan, you find your position ripped from your fingertips when the Beast Clan conducts a raid. Left the only survivor, you make it your priory to stay alive in a ravaged Kingdom. That is, before you’re captured.

alternatively :

Starvation becomes the least of your problems when you meet King Bahng.

Hiding in the kitchen’s cupboard was definitely not your intention.

Neither was the Kingdom getting raided by the Beast Clan or being the (presumably) lone survivor in the castle, but fate would have its way, whether you liked it or not — this one just a bit more severe than usual.

Your mother once told you of the Beast Clan, of their ferocity and inability to handle things diplomatically. In her opinion, Beast were barely able to be considered Human.

Well, these words came after the Mage-Beast War; a grueling, disgustingly brutal dispute that caused what was referred to as the “Endless Winter”, a curse put upon the nation by a Magus overseer bidding every day of every year with, well, “endless winter”.

She told you how the ground used to be a wondrous green. Soft beneath your fingertips like feathers. Now, blankets of snow stretched as far as the eye could see, killing off any remaining expanse of foliage.

Although years had passed since then, your Kingdom was still recovering, still navigating importing routes in order to supply necessary goods.

Yet, everything was rapidly adapting, whether that was the snow-shoe rabbits roaming your vast tundra or the unexpected growth of fur on the bottom of the horse’s hooves.

Growing, learning.

Magus, though a lineage of magic practitioners, had begun to dull over the centuries. There was no need to learn with peace eminent, and the more aged those wielding supernatural abilities became, the less said abilities progressed into your generations.

However, Magus is the hearth of your Kingdom, and for as long as you live, the title shall reign supreme.

A title that, used by enemies and allies alike, had modernized from its ancient form Magus, to Mage.

Dinner held in the customary hall began that night, seat upon seat homing each member of the family adorned in their extravagant clothing.

Your father occupied the upmost chair, his plate stacked full of greasy lamb and pork bones. You, on the other hand, had had your fill chatting the cook’s ear off, slipping sweet potato wedges here and there as you talked.

Ms. Maewether was her name, a sad soul who carried her love in her cherished dishes. A love reserved for her late husband, a Beast himself, who unfortunately passed in The War.

Back then you asked her questions to the moon, about what they looked like specifically — if they really had eight inch claws like all the other children gossiped, if they could feel.

The last one was important, because everything Ms. Maewether told you you believed without a doubt, and the number one thing she pressed was that Beasts can feel, so very deeply. Just like humans.

The War changed that, and tension rose tenfold, especially as each Kingdom recovered from their countless casualties.

Luckily, your life had been peaceful, having been born young enough you could hardly remember.

Had been peaceful.

A scream from outside redirects the table’s conversation, relatives and siblings alike turning their head to gaze out the window.

Your blood runs cold.

Beasts, left and right, are slaughtering. Their clothing stained in blood that certainly isn’t their own, blades in clutch.

Immediately, panic ensues. People are trampling over each other to get out, disregarding every instinct but to stay alive. It’s chaos.

Dodging flailing bodies, you anchor yourself in a secluded cupboard below the countertops, shrinking as close to the wall as possible.

A few moments after everyone evacuates the Dining Hall do you hear cries. Yelling, gargled sounds. You cringe back imagining, stifling your breathing as much as possible.

Suddenly, a thought comes to mind, a thought that might just be responsible for saving your life.

Smell.

Ms. Maewether warned you a Beast’s smell is like no other, like a dogs. Twenty times as heightened as a persons.

So slowly, silently, you fish your hand into the small bit of darkness in front of you, locating a small bottle of cooking grease you wince upon finding — forcing the awful smelling concoction over your body, masking your scent.

Right after sitting down the container does the door creak open, heavy footsteps belonging to none other than a Beast. You can hear it in their sniffing, the clicking of their claws. Chills scatter your arms.

Another enters as the second door creaks, muttering something incomprehensible to its companion. At this point you’re pressed to the other side of the cupboard, both hands covering your mouth.

Your heart thunders in your chest, beating unbearably loud the longer you huddle.

Walking past where you lie, a Beast stops, body ducking down close enough you can hear its labored panting. You wait, waiting for the door to be flung open and for your death to await.

It doesn’t. And you thank whomever above for the echo of its presence fading away into the distance, barely relaxing against the highly uncomfortable hiding spot.

Instead, a blood curdling screech rips through the atmosphere, comparably close to where you hide. Abruptly, it stops, the thump of a body against the floor making you staunch the nausea building like bile in your throat.

It takes three days for you to finally peer out of the cupboard, the entirety of the Kingdom completely void of a soul.

Taking your first few steps around do you notice a woman, obviously slain by the puddle of blood surrounding her and the putrid stench. Her mouth hangs open—horror-stricken, frozen in place. You vomit in the sink.

For about a week do you roam the murder-house of a castle, finding purchase in a non-blood-bathed room and the many, thought to be endless amount of food.

You won’t leave, simple.

As long as the Beast Clan believes they’ve killed everyone, you’re safe.

That reminder was assuring, until your food supply dropped exponentially and a new problem situated itself on your platter.

Worst case scenario you die of starvation, the likelihood high if you stay here. Solution? Hunting.

Granted, you’re not the most skillful hunter, but you’re also not horrendous with a bow. Except, it’s not your aiming abilities you stress, it’s the chance someone sees you, the enemy sees you.

Four weeks in and you’re left with no other choice than to bundle yourself in layers upon layers of clothing and heed the feeble weaponry available.

Blizzard frost permeates your vision, wobbling steps making your hunger evident the more you roam. A horse would’ve been effortlessly useful, but selling yourself into that fantasy had been futile upon realizing they either took or killed all escapades.

A hare catches your eye, pale fur barely divisible from the terrain below. Carefully, you crouch down, elbow stretching the arrow back as far as possible whilst maintaining a solid grip. Steady. Steady.

Shoot!

The arrow flies, puncturing the animal in its chest enough to where it thankfully doesn’t suffer, flopping over rather pathetically instead.

However, your success is short-lived.

Stalking forward to snatch the creature quickly, a shadow looming overhead halts your footsteps. Behind you.

Before you can think to run, you wind back, meager arrow in hand providing little defense against the attacker.

First thing you take in is how huge they are. At least six feet tall if not taller, brilliantly ruby eyes revealing its true identity.

Beast.

With ease the man has your efforts pinned, curiousity overflowing as the animal looks at you. Yet, he doesn’t look like an animal, and apart from those eyes of his, no other factors would’ve revealed him to you but that.

This Beast has a fox-like face. A younger stature and smaller, slanted features.

“Hyung, what is this?” He asks, lifting your petrified frame like you were the rabbit you’d killed earlier.

His older counterpart glances over, and any hope of getting released plummets upon those wild crimson hues focusing in on you—knowledgeable as to what you were.

The cooking grease had long worn off, and your identity was likely as apparent as can be.

Mage.

Older Beast easily roaming through the snow, his fingers tangle into your hair, drawing out a cry when he jerks his hand up, forcing your gaze to meet his through the searing sting of your scalp. The younger grimaces.

His long, nearly white hair is tied into a ponytail, sharp cheekbones and calculating stare beyond intimidating. Beneath his left eye you note a small, distinct mole.

“One remained, huh.”

sunboki, may 2022 ©

I'm still a Bang Chan girl

are you home?

[08:10pm] in which you and minho get into an argument but all he wants to do is be with you, by your side and you feel the exact same way.  

warnings: none, mentions of minho being angry. 

—

“what happened to you?" 

minho didn’t bother answering his best friend, moving straight from the front door to his room, through the main living area where both chan and jisung stared at him in confusion. the two didn’t register what could’ve possibly happened for him to come home so abruptly, in a mood that they could only tell was sour, until hyunjin walked in after him, except much calmer.

when he sees them staring at him, he gives them a look as if to say they wouldn’t believe the day he had as he drops his entire body onto the sofa, carefully placing his cup of coffee on the coffee table too. 

"what happened?” chan asks this time, sitting on the other couch as the three fall into a conversation.

hyunjin sighs, recalling the day bit by bit until he gets to why minho is in a mood.

“he fought with y/n,” hyunjin says. “well– i don’t really think fight is the right word. it’s more like, they had a disagreement and it didn’t end well.”

“they fought?” chan furrowed his eyebrows. arguments in relationships, any kind, were normal – healthy even and chan knew that. but the reason he was so perplexed was because even if the two of you had your bad moments, minho wouldn’t usually come home looking as ticked off as he did.

“how’d you know that?” han questions, turning his attention away from his laptop to his friend laying next to him.

“i was there,” hyunjin runs a hand over his face. “oh my god i was there. i was caught up in the middle of it and by the time i wanted to excuse myself minho said it was time to go.”

Keep reading

Stray Kids ignoring you when you reach out for help pt. 2

This is the fluffier ending to the situation, where the boys apologize for how they acted, as they should.

Part one is here!

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

Taglist: @isagerada

Wow. Just wow.

The development of the plot and characters is so good. And I think there's a really pleasant balance between story and smut.

THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.

[ parts ]: EP. 1 — BE MY FIRST | EP. 2 — SECOND GUESSES | EP. 3 — THIRD TIME’S A CHARM | EP. 4 — ON ALL FOURS | EP. 5 — TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE | EP. 6 — SIXTH SENSE | EP. 7 IN SEVENTH HEAVEN

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, loss of virginity, they take everything step by step, further tags for each chapter will be added individually ], consumption of alcohol, mention of cheating, [ I might add more tags during the writing and posting process ]

[ words ]: 47K+

[ note ]: this will be my first series omg I am so nervous!! taglist is open! if you wanna join just comment here or send an ask/dm. make sure that your blog is visible and has an age indicator as well as a pfp, title and header 🌸

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