This Was So Cuuute!! My Heaaaart!!

This was so cuuute!! My heaaaart!!

Pregnancy with Felix

☾ Title : Pregnancy with Felix

☾ Pairing: Felix x fem!reader

☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnangcy

☾ Prompt: just a head canon of pregnancy with our Brownie boy.

☾ A/N: request : by @skzruletheworld​,Can you do pregnancy with Felix :) don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox

☾ Other : Chan’s version : ☾ 

☾ Word Count: 0.547K

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Your pregnancy was the best thing in Felix’s life. 

Always talking about how excited he is to finally going to have his own kid. 

“Like they’re gonna be best friends, just like Chan and I’’ about your future child and Chan’s kid. 

Painting the nursery in like light grey or a beige. And decided to decorate by himself to surprise you. 

Also have the full SZKOO collection. 

Already in love with this small and fragile life you guys created together. 

Read stories to your belly every nights. 

Went all soft when you called him on FaceTime to show him, your baby kicks.

Legit had tears in his eyes, cause he was working. 

Took amazing pictures of your big belly during a walk at Han River, it’s his home screen since then. 

Like to draws on your belly, like cloud, hearts, or even a face on it. 

Just like Chan cried when you guys learned it was a baby boy. 

Announced your pregnancy with “Is mini SKZ version a thing now ?’’ 

Have a photo of your first ultrasound in his wallet as a lucky charm. 

Help you to shave your legs when your belly is too big for you to do so yourself. 

Bake you cookies and brownies cause he gotta feed his kid. 

Always has a hand on your bump, to protect his little one, to caress it, or just like that. 

Look bad at people asking you if they can touch your bump. Protective mode : ON asf

Loving how you now live in his shirts cause it’s comfy. 

Bought an oversized white teddy bear for the nursery. 

Counting the days until he will meet his boy. 

Ask advice to his parents, and chan about all this parenting things, sometimes worrying about being a good dad. 

“ Like mate, you’re gonna be one of the best dad out there’’ Chan’s words

Cried the first time he heard the heartbeat. 

Realized, yes he is really going to be a father. 

Drop everything when you send a photo of your belly, or if you call him. 

Always happy when Stays ask about his little one. “He is growing well, he is healthy and I can’t wait to see him’’

Is with you at every pregnancy classes thingy. 

“Can you please go faster, my wife here is creating life so we don’t really have time’’ in Starbucks line, cause you are his first priority. 

Tell you to go sit, he will order for both of you. 

“Lix you know I’m not sick or made of glass, ‘I’m just pregnant’’

“And i want the best for my child, so go sit love please’’ 

Don’t fight him, you will loose! Will fight the all world for his kid. 

Rub your belly at every chance he got, watching tv ? Felix will be rubbing your belly. 

Have a list of thing he was to do with his child. (Baking, football, going to beach in Australia, going to the zoo, having father and son dates, ..)

And you’re like : chill he isn’t even born. 

Extra uncles are back! Watch Changbin speaking his weird aegyo language to your belly, at bbq night. (And chan’s wife being like : it did to mine when I was pregnant too) 

Just imagine Felix as a dad, my heart melt. 

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AMAZING STORY!! <3<3

Choi Soobin / 2.2k words / angst / fluff

Warnings: none

~ royalty au ~

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Every day was the same routine. Roll out of bed, get placed into a fluffy dress and play the role of the perfect princess. First, you had tutoring for your education, that being speech, embroidery, politics, and of course, the violin. You were, in fact, royalty, and there was no way the king and queen would allow you to attend the kingdom’s public school like the common folks. There were etiquette lessons on how to sit properly, how to properly address others of high status, how to wear your makeup, how your hair needed to be done, how to properly drink a cup of tea, what fork to use and when, and the list could go on.

It was the same mundane thing every day. Your parents were grooming you to be the perfect queen and the perfect bride, which was something you hated with every fibre of your body. You weren’t able to pick who you would spend the rest of your life with. When the time came, your parents would marry you off to a prince of another kingdom of their choosing, one where they knew they would get diplomatic security out of. You didn’t have the right to refuse that, you just had to go with the flow and be obedient.

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Cutie pie!!<3<3

OMG 9, 26, AND 27 FROM THE FLUFF LIST WITH FELIX IM BEGGING 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️😫🙏🏼🙇🏽‍♀️🛐

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“Felix, what are you doing?” You giggle, and he hums, smiling against your shoulder, his cheek squished against you.

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one,” he says happily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re really warm. Comfy.” He kisses your skin and you shudder a little at the ticklish sensation, your face burning, and the heat spreads down towards your shoulders. “Are you blushing?” He teases.

“You can’t just sweet talk me and kiss me and not expect a response,” you pout, and he grins, hands playing with your fingers.

“Love you,” he mumbles softly, locking his legs around yours.

“Love you too, honey,”

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the chance of love | bang chan

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒!𝐀𝐔

✑ Red pen, empty classrooms, and an overheard phone call:

The one where you’re determined to find one flaw about your seemingly picture-perfect class president, and he’s determined to make sure you pass the class—no matter how hard you’re trying to fail.

✑ PAIRING: student council president!bang chan x troublemaker!reader

✑ GENRE: high society/private school!au, retro!high school au, slow burn, slice-of-life romance, enemies-to-lovers, angst 

✑ WORD COUNT: 13.8k

✖︎ TAGS/WARNINGS: fem!reader, mild language, bullying & family conflict themes, mentions of drugs/illicit activity. endless petty shenanigans (mostly from mc). y/n also has a bad relationship with her parents and a hard time facing her feelings in general (don’t we all). fortunately, chan’s patience—and tendency to use bad math pickup lines—could help with that.

disclaimer: levanter high is a private school only in this au. all the characters’ roles have stayed the same.

“F. Again.”

Snickers erupted around the classroom as your teacher flipped the mock exam paper onto your desk, shaking her head. Sure enough, scrawled across the front page in ruthless red ink, was your latest score—a solid 29/100. Shrugging, you rolled up the test papers before stuffing them into your backpack like a dejected morning newspaper.

“See me after class, Miss L/n.” Your teacher clicked her tongue in disappointment. Whispers from the back of the class began pricking at your ears.

“Isn’t she the eldest daughter of the Yuhan family? The first in line to inherit a multimillion dollar business.”

“The spring exams are right around the corner. If she flunks those, she won’t even graduate—let alone inherit a whole company!”

Their giggles died down the moment you turned around, the huddle of kids scrambling back to their seats and burying their noses in their books. One girl even flashed you an innocent smile.

If she flunks, she won’t even graduate—let alone inherit the company! 

Despite their scornful tone, the words made you smile. Clasping your hands behind your head lazily, you leaned back in your chair and let your eyes fall shut.

Well. That’s the plan.  

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metamorphosis. | lee minho

halloween!skz special

pairing: shapeshifter!minho x reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, supernatural(?) au, drabble/one-shot

word count: 752

warnings/notes: reader is in a toxic/abusive relationship, mild profanity. minho is a slick bastard, as per usual.

you run a cafe, a little one tucked into the end of a back-alley street. in ways more than one, it’s your haven — during the day, the aroma of baking bread and brewing coffee wraps around you like a warm hug. and at night, when the clock strikes twelve — closing time — you like to make yourself a cup of decaf and sit on the steps, watching the street signs darken and the stars begin to appear. a midnight ritual, if you will, if only to clear your head.

around this time, every night, a black cat comes down the alleyway too. it’s a lean thing, with sleek pitch fur and two glowing eyes like yellow stars.

“hello, there, mister kitty,” you giggle each time, bending down in a small bow as if greeting a regular customer, “the usual today?”

the usual being two shots of leftover cream in a dish you set out, just for him.

at times like this—sipping your bittersweet coffee in the quiet alleyway as you watch the black cat lap up his cream, watching you all the while with his strange yellow eyes—you feel the most at peace, away from the hustle and bustle of the daytime, away from the chaos of everyday life. 

the peace never lasts for long — courtesy of your on-and-off “boyfriend”, and it’s when you walk in on him cheating on you again—and in your bed, for goodness’ sake — that you finally storm out of your shared apartment in tears, a quarter to midnight, running back to the only place you can think of. your last safe haven, your cafe. 

your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend, you correct yourself angrily—is shouting after you, chasing you all the way into the darkened back alley. “come on—give me another chance, y/n. it’s not—it’s not what it looked like! please?”

you can only shake your head in mingled disgust and fear, your words numb and lodging in your throat. your ex yells in frustration, backing you closer into the wall.

“y/n, i promise—shit, stupid cat!” 

sure enough, the familiar black cat has appeared from the shadows, his long tail tangling around your ex’s feet, and you watch in muted horror as he kicks him to the side in frustration, hard. a gasp rips out of your chest as the cat hits the curb with an audible thump and you scramble over immediately, eyes widening as you spot a small, bloody gash opening beneath one of his amber eyes. before you can scoop him into your arms, a hand seizes your wrist, and your ex-boyfriend forces you to your feet.

“i w-want to break up,” you stammer, trying to push him away and force your voice to sound steady, but he cuts you off with an incredulous laugh.

“you’re being delusional. i already promised it won’t happen again, okay? people can change, y/n. i’ll cha—” 

A deafening crack rings through the night air, and the next thing you know, your ex-boyfriend is on the ground, clutching his jaw and groaning.

black cat!minho calmly retracts his outstretched fist, shaking his wrist lightly as he turns to look at you. a sleek velvet suit jacket drapes over his lean frame, complete with a black button-up shirt and black pants. your mouth drops open in shock and disbelief, throat going dry as you meet the strange man’s eyes — heavy-lidded hazel with a curious yellow glare, blinking slowly back at you.

beneath his left eye, a small, fresh gash offsets his sharp cheekbones.

you blink, not daring to put two and two together. “no way. m-m…mister— “ 

“kitty, i believe, is what you call me?” minho watches you grow flustered with amused eyes, a slow smile on his lips. never has he ever — in all his nine lives, mind you —been drawn to someone as much as he is to you, and frankly, it perplexes him. why? you’re pretty, of course, but there’s something else about you that…intrigues him. something, minho realises, he rarely sees in any other mortal, and it’s this something that makes him decide he can’t stand watching you be treated like filth for another second. 

a good heart?

“who—who the hell are you?”

minho ignores your ex’s angry protests and instead turns back towards you, frozen in utter bewilderment. his sharp eyes soften momentarily, and he cocks his head towards the cafe. “can i get the usual, sweetheart?” his lips twitch, as if a thought strikes him. “if our midnight…coffee date is still on, that is.”

you feel your cheeks heat up. “d-d-date?” you stammer, and minho chuckles, glancing back down.

“i like the sound of that. wait for me inside while i take out the trash, yeah?”

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