Felix Drabble - Tumblr Posts
PROMPT DRABBLE
Prompt: 'What's wrong with you, seriously?'
Pairing: Felix x female reader
WC: 1.1k
Warnings: a domestic in a restaurant, insecurity, jealousy, established relationship and an inability to say 'i love you'. shock and awe mica writes more angst—
©️ copyright: jl-micasea-fics march 2023
Relationships are work. That’s what people say.
When one is tested by their significant other and all one has left to cling to is the vagrant love that now lives buried under a mountain of insurmountable differences, that’s what they say. That relationships are work, that nothing good comes easily, that living by clichés is easier than accepting that perhaps some people are simply not meant to be.
You love Felix; that much is not to be disputed. He was your first love and yours was a veritable whirlwind romance ignited by passion so strong it quickly became untenable. For Felix’s ardour was matched by his penchant for jealousy; just as likely was he to shower you with affection as he was to sink into a bout of depression on a triviality. But relationships are work, and that’s what you’d maintained until tonight. Until now.
The restaurant bustles with the vibrancy of nightlife, the glow of Saturday evening has brushed everyone to anticipation. You’ve dressed up so fitting the occasion, as has Felix in a smart cream button-down and distressed jeans. His hair is parted on one side, the soft, sleek blonde catching light from the gentle hanging lamps above the table. A sweeping of dark liner accentuates his thick lashes, his freckles smatter his cheeks and nose adorably. You admire him in between perusing the menu; he’s the most beautiful person here.
“You’re staring,” he smiles, not looking up from his own menu.
“Can’t I stare?”
He shrugs. “You can.”
“Then shut up and let me stare.”
A gentle blooming of pink dusts his cheeks; he lifts the menu to cover his face. You laugh and reach over the table, lowering the plastic from your view.
“Shy?” you ask teasingly.
He narrows his eyes. “Can’t I be shy?”
“Touché.”
“You look great, by the way,” he says.
You look down at yourself, supposing he’s not wrong. “Thanks.”
“You’ve really made an effort.”
“I always make an effort.”
“I know. I just mean, you know... extra effort,” he drags a slow, pointed gaze down the cut neckline of your dress, the vacancy behind it implying so much more than he could say. Something stirs in your stomach uncomfortably. You shift in your seat, readjusting the fall of the material over your cleavage. Felix smiles.
At that moment, a waiter approaches the table; your heart sinks. He’s a handsome young blonde man, tall and with a soft smile of white, relaxed in his stance as he takes his notetaker out of his pocket and a pencil from behind his ear.
“Good evening guys,” he says politely.
Felix doesn’t even look at him; which means you must.
“My name is Hyunjin, I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you started with some drinks?”
“Yes, please,” you reply, picking up the drinks menu despite knowing what you’ll order. Felix watches you intently. “I’ll have a large glass of the house white, please?”
Hyunjin nods, scribbles down your order. He turns to Felix and says, “And for you, sir?”
“Water.”
Your brow furrows; he told you earlier he’d been looking forward to a drink all day.
“Bottled or tap?” Hyunjin asks.
Felix grimaces, his nose upturning. “Bottled. Obviously.”
Hyunjin blinks in startlement, then forces his smile back. “Of course. Can I get you anything else?”
Irritation crawls up your spine. You know precisely what’s happening, for in the case of your relationship, it’s a tale as old as time.
“No, thank you, that’s great,” you say, hoping the young man doesn’t now have a grim impression of the table. He nods amicably, and walks away.
“What’s wrong with you, seriously?” you hiss over the table when Hyunjin is out of earshot.
Felix glowers. “What’s wrong with me?” he retorts. “You were practically falling out of your chair over that guy.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose in despair. A tale as old as time.
“What? Am I wrong?”
“Of course you’re wrong,” you exclaim. “But it’s like this every time, isn’t it? Whenever we go anywhere, this happens. You get jealous over the stupidest, most mundane little thing, and it ruins everything.”
Your boyfriend swallows, he picks at a spot on the tablecloth.
“Why can’t we just have a normal date?”
He shakes his head. “It would be nice if you could just reassure me, you know.”
“Reassure you about what? That I don’t want to fuck every guy with a pulse? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? How much pressure it puts on me? You should know how I feel by now—”
“How am I supposed to know that when you never tell me?” he hisses, eyes flashing as he leans over the table.
You sink into your seat, supposing that it was only a matter of time until this cropped up and was weaponized against you.
“In the fifteen months we’ve been together, you’ve never once said it.”
“Felix—”
“Why can’t you say it?”
To try and unpack your reasons for never being able to manifest the sentiment of your feeling in tangible words is a task more mammoth than you’re able to handle in this moment, and so you simply remain silent, anxiety swirling around you.
“Is it because you don’t love me?” a distressed Felix asks.
“No,” you reply immediately.
“Then why?”
“I don’t know why, Felix. I wish I did. It’s something I’m working through.”
He scoffs, leans back in his chair, arms crossed firmly.
“I want to be able to say it,” you say, voice breaking. “I know it’s what you need, but accusing me of looking elsewhere every time a man breathes near me isn’t going to help me get any closer to overcoming whatever’s broken in me.”
Felix swallows, his eyes softening, his arms relaxing.
“I care about you so much, and I’m exhausted.”
Your boyfriend reaches over the table, finds your hand to hold gently. “Babe...”
“There’s something wrong with me. I know it.”
And Felix then rises from the table, rounds it and crouches at your side, taking you into his arms. Nearby patrons turn and stare, whispers are shared between couples of a domestic no doubt just had, but you find yourself uncaring. Your head in his shoulder, Felix soothes your hair, and whispers sincerely:
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I’ll be better, I promise.”
Tears soak into his button-down.
“Let’s get out of here,” he kisses your temple, takes your hand. “Come on.”
You’re led through the bustling restaurant, out to the street where the chill night air sobers and grounds. A bottle of water and large glass of house white are delivered to an empty table. Felix keeps you close, kisses you warmly, promises to be everything you hoped he might.
Relationships are work, you think once more. How much work depends on you.
Poly Chanlix thought
You know those videos of cats bringing their kittens to someone they trust. Like that dog and cat being besties and her bringing her kitten?
Yeah that’s Felix with you to Chan
He loves and trusts his Chan Hyung and wants to show him his pretty girlfriend.
Which eventually becomes THEIR pretty girlfriend (Felix is his pretty boyfriend too of course)
I forgot this even existed but gotta reblog to my new acc bc 😮💨
Felix is your usually subby baby but one day he comes home so mad and so frustrated you let him fuck it out. You coax him to go harder since he’s not used to just fucking like this. You tell him he can cum as soon as you feel him about to. Your good baby is hesitant, not used to not coming with you but you wrap your legs around him and arms around his neck clenching as hard as you can. It surprises him so hard he stutters his hips, eyes rolling back, with mouth open as one of the deepest goans he’s ever released comes out.
Oh yeah, you'd definitely be doing this more often.
They put a community label on it 🙄
[10:45] Felix (ft. Jisung, Changbin, and Hyunjin) (minors DNI)
Ringing
felix x reader 18+ only, minors dni themes: sexting, hidden intruder, implied stalking, spooky season drabble
Hearing your phone go off made your heart speed up.
Lately you’d been texting this guy you’d met at a small clothing shop near your apartment.
Felix, handsome and pretty at the same time. Sweeter than sugar and adorable. Yet also so alluring and sexy with a voice that could sound so seductive.
However, you were alone with only thoughts of him in your head currently which led you to text him. You’d started innocent enough but he quickly picked up the vibe you were putting down. You tapped the notification, already clenching your thighs at the message preview.
Felix: ‘Baby are you even sure you could handle what you’re asking for?’ ‘You get red when I look at you, how could you handle me between your legs?’
X: ‘Oh course i could handle it 😫’ ‘🥺I’ve been getting practice in’
Felix: ‘And how is that?’ ‘You had anyone practicing with whats mine?”
You blushed furiously at him basically calling you his.
x: ‘Course not. Just me and my hands thinking about you’ ‘‘But yours huh? 🫣’
Felix: 'Yeah' 'That ok?'
You felt your chest burst with warmth. You could imagine the pink on his cheeks.
X: ‘More than ❤️’
Felix: ‘Good then im yours too’
x: ‘What do you do with whats yours?’
Felix: ‘Depends’
x: ‘On what?’
Felix: ‘On what you thought about when you were practicing’
x: ‘How you would look at me when i’m taking your cock. How i know it would fill me up perfectly.’ ‘How your hands would feel caressing my face before they slide to my neck.’ ‘How your voice would sound when i take you in and you realize how good it feels to finally be inside me the same way i feel finally being fucked by you.’
You kept both hands typing, thighs rubbing together tightly trying to keep up the delicious friction.
‘But mainly how it wasn’t enough’ ‘How my fingers aren’t going to be enough when i know I can have the real thing’ ‘This isn’t enough either’
That was it, you couldn’t stand it anymore. Before you can even hear the ‘sent’ sound, you’re calling him.
Immediately, your blood ran cold: There's a ringing in your apartment.
Possible explanations run through your mind in the seconds that seem to stretch on.
But as he picks up, the ringing stops.
You hear nothing on the other end for a few seconds then a deep chuckle. “Guess I’m found out.”
spooky season 2023
hehe 😬
Ringing
felix x reader 18+ only, minors dni themes: sexting, hidden intruder, implied stalking, spooky season drabble
Hearing your phone go off made your heart speed up.
Lately you’d been texting this guy you’d met at a small clothing shop near your apartment.
Felix, handsome and pretty at the same time. Sweeter than sugar and adorable. Yet also so alluring and sexy with a voice that could sound so seductive.
However, you were alone with only thoughts of him in your head currently which led you to text him. You’d started innocent enough but he quickly picked up the vibe you were putting down. You tapped the notification, already clenching your thighs at the message preview.
Felix: ‘Baby are you even sure you could handle what you’re asking for?’ ‘You get red when I look at you, how could you handle me between your legs?’
X: ‘Oh course i could handle it 😫’ ‘🥺I’ve been getting practice in’
Felix: ‘And how is that?’ ‘You had anyone practicing with whats mine?”
You blushed furiously at him basically calling you his.
x: ‘Course not. Just me and my hands thinking about you’ ‘‘But yours huh? 🫣’
Felix: 'Yeah' 'That ok?'
You felt your chest burst with warmth. You could imagine the pink on his cheeks.
X: ‘More than ❤️’
Felix: ‘Good then im yours too’
x: ‘What do you do with whats yours?’
Felix: ‘Depends’
x: ‘On what?’
Felix: ‘On what you thought about when you were practicing’
x: ‘How you would look at me when i’m taking your cock. How i know it would fill me up perfectly.’ ‘How your hands would feel caressing my face before they slide to my neck.’ ‘How your voice would sound when i take you in and you realize how good it feels to finally be inside me the same way i feel finally being fucked by you.’
You kept both hands typing, thighs rubbing together tightly trying to keep up the delicious friction.
‘But mainly how it wasn’t enough’ ‘How my fingers aren’t going to be enough when i know I can have the real thing’ ‘This isn’t enough either’
That was it, you couldn’t stand it anymore. Before you can even hear the ‘sent’ sound, you’re calling him.
Immediately, your blood ran cold: There's a ringing in your apartment.
Possible explanations run through your mind in the seconds that seem to stretch on.
But as he picks up, the ringing stops.
You hear nothing on the other end for a few seconds then a deep chuckle. “Guess I’m found out.”
spooky season 2023
Spooky 3 (California Kings// Poly Chanlix)
poly chanlix (bang chan x reader x felix) themes: polyamory/throuple, fluffy, funny, two boyfriend shenanigans, mention of sex, alaskan king bed (not californian king), three parts of halloween with your boyfriends ♡ Spooky Season 2023♡
Part I: Costumes
“Ok boys,” you announced as you jumped onto the bed where the two were relaxing. “spooky season is upon us. It is time to decide on costumes.“
Felix sat up excitedly. “Oh yeah! We have to do something good.”
“Should we go trio again?”
Chan, who was watching tv, paused his video. “It’s one of the fun things about being together. You have to take advantage of it.”
You nodded. “Important question: are either of you opposed to wearing dresses?”
Chan seemed confused but Felix just shrugged. “Nah.” Chan echoed the same sentiment after a moment before adding “Do you have a good idea or do you just want to see us in dresses?”
“Yeah,” Felix added. “Because we’ll do it anytime.”
The thought made you giddy but you refocused. “In that case, we could always go classic trio. Powerpuff Girls!”
The men seemed less than enthused.
You shrugged “Just a thought.”
“Hmm,” Chan hummed in thought. “What about Ghostbusters?”
“There are 4 Ghostbusters.” You frowned.
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Ok maybe we just say Stantz is sick.”
Felix shook the mattress as he jumped up and down in excitement. “O! What about Batman, Robin, and Batgirl!”
Your eyes light up. “That’s a great idea!”
Chan sat up, now excited as well. “Good idea, Lix!”
“I wanna be Robin!” the younger says.
“I’ll be Batman. Robin shouldn’t go kissing my girl though.” Chan jests.
He starts searching for costumes on his laptop as Felix protests next to him. “Actually Dick and Barbara were together-”
“Sure, Boy Wonder.”
Felix jumps on Chan as they begin to play fight. You laugh as you take the laptop and peruse through a list of trio costumes. Some are interesting though less fun than Felix’s idea, others have you cringing at the suggestions.
“Oh what about Woody, Buzz, and Jessie from Toy Story!”
Chan sits up from where he has Felix pinned under him, holding the boy’s wrists in his hand. “Oh that’s a good one too!”
Felix squirms under him. “I wanna be Buzz!”
“Trying to get with my girl again, Lightyear?”
“Buzz and Jessie are together!”
Chan knows that but has fun egging his boyfriend’s ranting on.
Next to them, you add both positively received ideas to the list, knowing you might have to deal with it more later since your boyfriends seem riled up now.
Part II: Party Party...yeah?
Three drunks at party can get rough.
Part of the time you three are glued together, somewhere in the middle of where the dancing is happening, grinding on each other in a way that has people that don’t know you questioning if they’re going to see a threesome and the three of you about to give them that show.
Or
The other times you are all lost in the dim party lighting unsure of when you separated. You become aware of the lack of warmth you’re used to and drunkenly look for your boyfriends. Thankfully, you find your oldest boyfriend with a trash bag. Somehow he’s managed to clean part of the kitchen in the time you lost track of him. With a groan, you take the bag from him. “We need to find Lixxie. I’m tired and the music is making me want to hit someone.”
He seems to sober up ever so slightly, recognizing you’re at the point where you can’t handle being around other people like this. Last time he and Felix insisted on you staying with them you ended up passing out in a linen closet and they couldn’t find you for three hours.
He takes your hand intending to lead you but you walk much faster. You want to find your third before you start crying. Alcohol and your emotions make for a rollercoaster when you aren’t careful.
And with the way the three of you were downing "ghost shots" when you arrived, you weren’t careful at all.
Chan spots the blonde in his Robin costume. You didn’t see him at first but saw the man sifting through the bowl of candy as you approached.
“You remember we have candy at home right?” Chan says making Felix jump. He was barely phased by the older being strangely close, instead, his attention turned to your purse. “Yeah, but this is free candy.” He gently tugs you closer to him by the strap. You’re confused for a second, not having paid attention too much thanks to how good he looks in his costume, until you realize what he’s doing. He unzips your bag, dumping his loot in. The purse is more decorative than anything else but he doesn’t seem to care much.
“Technically our candy IS free for you because I bought it.” Chan chastises though doesn’t try to stop him. Clearly, he wasn’t listening anyway as he took a final mini snicker before zipping the bag.
He finally looks up at you, whining. “Can we go home now?”
Chan rolls his eyes probably muttering how that is why you both came to find him but you're so endeared by him you just nod and take his hand.
Part III: Back to Bed
Coming into the house was already alleviating the pressure you felt. As if you couldn’t stand it anymore you started to strip as you made for the bedroom immediately. Felix follows suit, mask then cape, before basically breaking the back of the outfit to pull it down around his waist. Chan starts cleaning up behind you two silently.
By the time you flop back on the bed, you’ve somehow managed to pull yours completely off.
Chan sees Felix struggling with the tightness of the pants. You open your eyes at the grunt Felix lets out. As you watch Chan start to strip Felix you feel the sparks of arousal. Felix in turn helps your Batman do the same. Your mind starts to delve further into desire as he fixes Chan’s hair after undressing him. It’s short-lived as Felix pouts, putting his arms out to hug you but tackling you backward onto the bed instead. You laugh as you stroke his head. His hair tickles you while he buries his face in your neck. You look up, wondering why Chan hasn’t joined yet.
Silently, he’s picking up everything on the floor. You watch for a moment as he flints around the room like a fairy, cleaning the tornado that is his drunken partners. You laugh to yourself as you get up. Doing as you did earlier, you take the discarded costume from his hand. He looks confused but lets you lead him to the bed. You sit on the bed, holding his hand to drag him with you as you scoot back. Felix finds you again with his eyes still closed as Chan lays on his back with a deep sigh.
The alcohol settles in your system again as you feel how tired you are.
Chan seems to feel the same. “Only two more to go.”
“Huh?” you look over to him, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.
He opens an eye to peek at you. “Minho’s party is next week.” Chan states.
“And our company party is on Halloween.” Felix adds.
You groan loudly rolling to your side to curl into a ball. Somehow you’d forgotten it was only the 20th. “We shoulda just gone as ghosts.”
Felix laughs and he sits up resting on your side. “Sounds like more free candy to me.”
spooky season mlist * poly chanlix
I saw a video on twitter and now I can’t stop thinking about it with skz members:
Stroking his cock while you hold his head as he sucks your chest
Felix and Jisung would be the softest and most sensitive. You would run your fingers through his hair as you coo at him, the juxtaposition of your sweetness making him more sensitive to the feel of your hand on him. He would suck on your tits lost in the sensations and whine each time you teased his cock. He was a whimpering until he came while he grabbed your wrist tight to stop you from continuing. ‘Aww look at the mess my baby made’
Seungmin would love it but would be an asshole(affectionate) about it. He would love the comfort and the feeling but the minute he could get his bearings he would make it his mission to turn it around on you. He would suck harsh marks into your skin as he laughed and said lustful things to melt you but every now and then you would remind him who had control with a squeeze to his dick or speeding up to take his breath away. Right as he was about to cum you would pull your hand away and grab his wrists together so he couldn’t keep going. When his orgasm was gone he would look up at you with frustrated tears. ‘So cute, you thought you were in control, min.’
And of course Chan. I couldn’t leave out our leader. When he was stressed to his limit you would gesture for him to get comfortable with his head on your lap and let him clear his mind as you comforted him. You simply played with his hair or stroked his cheek until he started getting antsy. He probably didn’t even realize his arousal at first until you slid your hand into his pants. Gentle touches drove his brain further into retreat from all his stress. His whine at how hard he was made you fully grasp him. You stroked slowly at first building the euphoric feeling, leaning over to press kisses over his face. The more he moaned and whined you speed up, softly praising him in his ear. ‘You work so hard. You deserve to cum don’t you? Go ahead baby’
Lee Felix drabble
[18:30] Felix likes skinship. That is something I noticed from the first day I was assigned on the group's management team. What I understood later is that every kind of skinship he expresses goes hand in hand with what he is feeling at the moment. He holds my hand when he is anxious, he puts his head on my shoulder when he is tired, he cuddles me when he feels content, he interlocks our hands when he is giddy and he kisses my face when he is happy. That helped me take care of him better, as I knew what he needed by the type of skinship I was receiving.
So I was quite surprised when, one evening, he returned from practice and he immediately came to me on the sofa and rested his head on my lap, face upwards, eyes closed and lips pressed together and sealed. It was not something he've done before, because in his book this was a little too pushing of my boundaries for him to do on the daily, mostly because of it's meaning: it meant he was sad. "Lix is everything okay?" He took his time, to the point I had started rereading my book when he answered, eyes still closed:"I miss home. Can you play with my hair? It calms me down". "Of course Bok, I only have to leave when the rest of you do for the show, we have plenty of time". I started comping through tangled strants of hair, doing my best at smoothing them out, scratching and petting his scalp as I went. He visibly relaxed after a couple of minutes and started humming a tune. I whispered to him, hoping to confront him, saying that his parents are proud of him, his sister is proud of him, the boys are so happy to have him in their lives and stays love him. "I am glad I met you as well. You are a bright sun in your best days and a strong tide in your lowest and I am so happy I get to experience and help you trough all of them."
He took my hand from his head and brought it to his lips, kissed my palm and interwining our fingers he pressed them to his chest. "I love you too". Eyes still closed.
Yes, that was I trying to say myself Bok. I love you.
STONER!FELIX
Stoner!Felix that loves to invite you over to chill and puff a little. Texting you randomly to pick you up.
Stoner!Felix thats known you since kindergarten, always having had a soft spot for you and your cute smile.
Stoner!Felix that gets incredibly horny as soon as the weed clouds his senses and all he sees and smells and hears is you you you.
Stoner!Felix that can‘t keep his hands to himself anymore after you confess to having had a crush on him since high school.
Stoner!Felix that finger fucks you into oblivion on the old couch he has in his living room, moaning with you as you cum again and again on his fingers.
Stoner!Felix that fucks you into his couch after making you cum countless times. Whispering about how fucking good your pussy is for him.
Stoner!Felix who’s moans get raspier the closer he gets, groaning into your ear that he‘s gonna cum inside ‚to mark his territory‘.
Stoner!Felix that lays with you in his arms after having the best sex of your lives, lighting up another blunt for you two.
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I CAN‘T SKAHEVFKXH.
!!Send in asks/drabbles!!
-Felix Catton x reader
{Felix finds you curled up in your dorm room with a terrible cold}
Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
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You’ve locked yourself up in your dorm room for what feels like weeks now, cooped up and all stuffy. It feels like you’re going stir crazy as you stare at the same four walls all day, but you know you can’t go out, not until you’ve gotten over your cold.
Felix has been ringing you nonstop and there are only so many excuses you can come up with before he starts to get a little suspicious. It’s now the third day that you’ve tried dodging his calls, texting him back with the same ‘I’ve got revising to do’ excuse and in all honesty he was starting to get fed up.
Maybe that’s why you’re not entirely surprised when he walks into your dorm room with a frown, his eyebrows pulled together as he closes the door behind him with a huff.
You lift your head up from the pillow with a soft groan, regretting giving him that spare key, before laying back down. His expression immediately softens as he walks over to the sight of you hiding your face behind your bedsheets.
“Felix… I’m busy” you mumble from behind the covers as he scoffs softly, you feel your bed dip slightly as he takes a seat beside you. His hands tug the covers away from your face as he tries to get a better look at you in your state of sickness.
You press your face against the pillows, still trying to hide yourself from his concerned gaze. “Yeah, you look really busy” he chuckles sarcastically as the back of his fingers graze against your jawline.
Winter has completely kicked your ass, despite the fact that Felix was always making sure that you were wearing the thickest of coats, wrapping you up in scarves and hats and making sure to get you warm drinks.
“Come on, look at me angel” He whispers softly, his fingers curling around your jaw. He holds your face in his hand as he tilts your head away from the pillow to look up at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were poorly?” He asks with a soft frown, his brown eyes full of worry. A sigh escapes your lips as his hand gently caresses your cheek. Your skin feels feverish and yet there’s a certain chill that you just can’t seem to shake.
You sniffle before sitting up with the help of Felix as he pulls the pillow up so you can rest comfortably against the headboard. “Look at the state of me… I look horrible,” you mumble with a hoarse voice, your eyes flickering down to your hands as you fiddle with a loose thread of your jumper.
Felix immediately shakes his head with a hum of disagreement. “You do not look ‘horrible’ you’re just feeling a little under the weather” he says as he presses his lips together trying to stop himself from laughing.
Your bottom lip juts out slightly as you look up at him whilst he tries to stifle the smirk that teeters at the corners of his mouth. “You’re such a shit lair… don’t laugh at me,” you say with a scratchy voice, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Alright, you look a tad rough but I wouldn’t say you look ‘horrible’” He says as you shake your head softly at the way he chuckles. You look up at him as he tucks your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but lean into the warmth of his palm.
Felix presses a kiss to your forehead, “Still my pretty girl” he whispers so sweetly that it completely melts your heart. His thumb caresses the space just under your eye as he admires you with his honeyed gaze.
His expression changes as you let out a painful cough, the soreness in the back of your throat causes your eyes to water ever so slightly. Felix soothes your back with his hand as he reaches over to your bedside table for your water bottle.
“Thank you” you mumble before taking a few small sips whilst he continues to rub your back, his palm lying flat against the back of your shoulders.
He hated this, the way your voice was so pained and how your cough sounded so croaky. The worst of it all was the look in your eyes, you seemed so exhausted.
“Just take it easy baby… you’re okay” he whispers softly as you rest your head against his shoulder with a soft huff, his hand settling against the small of your back.
He shuffles to sit beside you on the bed, resting against the headboard as he opens his arms out for you with a sweet smile. You shake your head with a sound of protest, “You can’t… you’ll get sick” you huff with a hoarse voice.
Felix doesn’t listen to your words or how your hand tries to weakly push him away, instead, he shakes his head with a smirk, “I don’t get sick.” He says with a certain confidence in his tone that makes you roll your eyes.
You glance back over to his welcoming arms, he looks so soft and warm with his jumper and loving smile that you give in and practically collapse against his chest. A soft sigh of relief escapes you as he brushes his fingers through your hair.
“Tell me next time you’re sick… I don’t mind looking after you” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingers idly trace patterns against your back.
He smiles to himself when you nod your head against his chest, the soft fabric of his jumper brushing against your cheek. “I will… promise” you mumble with a croaky voice, soon drifting off to sleep in his arms.
Felix would eventually wake you up with soft kisses giving you some cough medicine and food, along with vapour rub he swears is magic for your sinuses. He’d spend the next two days practically glued to your side and in all honesty you can’t complain.