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Happy birthday Lee Felix🐣💙

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Felix x reader

Non-idol au

Angstyy with a happy ending, mentions of blood,Reader faints,

Not proof read so sorry for any mistakes

You and felix have been in a relationship for years now,one day he decided to shoot his shot and asked you out.Of course you said yes,because you also were crushing on him a bit(maybe more than that).Your relationship with Felix was so healthy you and him would all ways been seen together,your relationship was adored and loved by many.You guys were just perfect for eachother!

So where it went wrong,everything was perfect,what happened?Suddenly felix just stop talking to you,you barely even held hands.He wouldn't even look at you!You were so confused,did you do something?Did you say something?It carried on like this for weeks,him ignoring at you,no interactions between you two.One day you woke up and your head was pounding,you could barely even walk straight.You stumbled over to bathroom to go brush your teeth,looking in the mirror above the sink.You looked awful,your hair was messy,eyes bloodshot from crying,your eyes and cheeks puffy.When did it get this bad?Your hands shaked as you reached for your toothbrush,trying to stabilise yourself by holding onto the bathroom counter.Why was this happening?

The pounding in your head worsened as you continued your day,you were worried,you should let someone know about this.The first person that came to your mind was felix,you told him everything.From your memories to your trauma,but...with the way he's acting would he even care?You decide to give it a try,walking to the room he was in.He has his headset on and his eyes were glued to the PC.A few curse words flew from his mouth,you were used to this that's what usually happens when he gets frustrated during a game.

"felix?"

you softly muttered walking closer to him his eyes stayed on the screen

"Felix?"

You tried again

"I'm busy"

He replied no emotion lacing his voice.

"It's kind of important"

You said trying to reason with him,he still payed no attention to you.

"Feli-",

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID,IM BUSY GO AWAY"

Felix suddenly snapped,the yelling making your head pain causing you to wince."o-okay I'm sorry"you stuttered weakly,returning to your bed.

You layed on your side and pulled the blanket to your neck,tears rolled down the side of your face.Why was he doing this to you?Does he hate you now?Negative thoughts rushed through your head,scaring you even more,what was going on with him?was this your fault?.A week passed after felix snapped at you,that moment stained your mind.He yelled at you,he shouted at you,he screamed at you.You and felix never really had fights,and when you did yelling was never involved.This was new to you,you've only heard felix yell when frustrated,Never to your face.

To make everything worse your migraine hurt even more,you tried calling a doctor,he said to avoid loud noises and to drink more water.You followed his instructions but it still remained in your head.You got up from taking a nap,you decided it's a good idea to drink some water so you walked to the kitchen sink.As you walked your vision began to become slightly blurry making you stumble a bit.You held onto a wall in attempt to feel better,but you kept walking.Once you arrived in the kitchen you grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water,once enough water was in the cup you raised it to your lips.All of a sudden,your heart started beating faster and you started to feel dizzy.A loud ringing noise filled your ears as your vision became blurry.Before you knew it you were falling onto the ground glass coming down with you and shattering everywhere.All you heard were felix's screams and everything went black.

Felix opened the door after having a nice hangout with his friends he didn't even notice that he didn't tell you where he was going.You must've been worried since he left pretty early and its now night.Why was he like his?You didn't do anything wrong?Why was he so mad at you all the time?Realisation hit him like a train as he noticed how poorly he's been treating you,unexpectedly a loud shatter came from the kitchen causing him to snap out of his thoughts and rush to the room.

A loud scream shot out of his mouth as he saw you laying on the floor with a pool of blood around your head and glass right by it.He instantly ran up to you and checked your pulse a wave of relif going through his body as he felt that your heart was still beating.He grabbed his phone and dialed the ablumance.

"help...please"

he cried out,tears uncontrollably running down his face"what can I help you with","my-my partner, they-they"he spluttered trying to catch his breath, he was starting to hyperventilate.

"It's okay take your time"

the lady from the other side of the phone said trying to comfort him.

"Blood-theres blood everywhere"

Felix managed to get out, while one call with the lady he grabbed a thick piece of tissue and placed it on the back of your head trying to prevent the blood from spilling out.

"can you tell me where the bloods coming from?"

"Uh-its uh coming from their head"

He replied his voice trembling

"Help is on the way okay? Try and stay calm, can you do that for me?"

"Yeah-um i..i don't know"

Felix stuttered, still breathing quickly.About five minutes later,felix hears sirens around his house,this made him sit up and picking you up bridal style still having something to cover your head. He opened the door with some struggle since his hands were occupied with holding you. The ambulance noticed him immediately and the paramedics walked to him one rolling a streatcher on the floor, they layed you down on the stretcher and rolled you into the back of the ambulance. The paramedic with nothing in their hands walked to felix

"Sir we are going to have to ask you some questions, you're not in any trouble we just want to know what happened"

Felix nodded in response still shooken up from what just happened.

"So im going to have to ask you to get into the ambulance with us okay? "

Felix agreed, he was happy with this idea. He would be able to see if you're doing well on the way to the hospital.Felix got in the back and held your limp hand. How could he let this happen? This was all his fault. Once at the hospital, he was pulled into a separate room with one of the paramedics.

"How did you find them like this? "

"I don't know I just.. saw them there"

Felix said his leg shaking rapidly under the table.

"Were there any weapons around them? "

"Um there was shattered glass but a bit of it was in their hand"

"Interesting... "

The paramedic took note of this in a book,he asked Felix a bit more questions and connected the dots.

'So, if you are telling the truth,they seemed to have fainted and fell backwards with glass in their hand, they blood came from the fall and not the glass"

"Why would they have fainted though..?"

Felix muttered but the thought back to when he yelled at you, you looked sick, you looked unwell. How did he not notice that? He was so stupid!

"Sir?"

"Oh,um sorry, yes?"

"You can leave now,visiting hours end at 22:30"

"Oh okay thank you"

Felix got up from his chair and practically sprinted to your room. He opened the door to see you on the hospital bed, his heart broke.You looked to weak, he sat on one of the chairs by your bed.

"Felix"

Felix looked around to see who was whispering his name

"Felix"

He turned his head and looked at you, was the sound coming from you?

"Felix"

Your weak voice said, making felix's eyes slightly widen. You were awake?

"Oh my god baby I'm so sorry I didn't-"

Felix rambled on and on and tears started to form in his eyes

"Felix"

You said again causing him to stop talking

"It's okay"

He opened his mouth to protest but you sushed him.

"I'm so sorry baby, I really mean it. "

"I know"

He sighs and looks down then looks back up at you

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"It would be a good start to making up for your behavior"

Felix smiled as he went in to kiss you

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That was my one of my first fanfics please if you like it let me know,and PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS my rules are on my master lists PLEASE🙏

Can request prompt 43 and 44 with Felix

here you go, anon luvie <3 hope you like it!

44 - “you know. us. living together. like having fun but at the same time doing big person stuff like paying rent and whatnot.”

43 - “and then I’ll sing a song! a song called and made and about you!”

a poem about you - felix x reader

felix and drunk? something you live to see. there's a few stages to his drunkenness but you categorize it into 3 main categories:

1. baking high drunk

felix loves baking, more than he loves you, you reckon. you could be batting your eyelashes and tugging his hoodie sleeve, he would be whipping up his world famous brownies so quickly, it would give you whiplash. the same goes for when he's drunk. someone has to supervise though and its usually chan or you but chan trusts you enough to know that his precious member is in safe hands.

2. very touchy drunk

felix craves physical touch at times and you're proud to say that you're one of the first people that he runs to, drunk or sober. he all but jumps on you, crashing onto your comfy couch. you stroke his hair and massage his shoulders, drunkenly rambling about this cute cat video he found, falling asleep after his entertaining monologue.

3. very sappy drunk

this felix tends to get very emotional. he tears up, sometimes leading to full-on bawling, before he could even say what's on his mind. funnily enough, this happens only around you. he would hold your face and squish your face while you wipe his tears, telling you that he didn't deserve you, forever grateful to have you by his side. you would tell him to hush, snuggling with him and letting him speak his heart out, his deep rumble of a voice lulling you to sleep and your gentle and steady breaths serving as a lullaby for him.

what happens when you get the 3 main categories, all rolled in one, in no particular order? a joyride, of course.

hyunjin had practically dumped him in your place, deeming him "3 categories drunk" when he sees felix shuffling to the kitchen, seemingly unfazed with the amused looks you give. you nod and pat hyunjin's back to say, "you did well so far, good night!" he gives you a smile, wishing you the best.

the clanking and the "aish" from the kitchen sounds like sweet music, grabbing yourself an apron and sitting on the kitchen counter.

"what're you making tonight, darling?"

"vanilla cupcakes!" he reaches a hand out, as if to say, "come on, help me, lazy,"

of course, you do. you help whip up the sweet treats, putting the batter and the moulds in the oven, incase his drunk self burns his hand accidentally.

you wash your hands and help him clean up, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. you roll back your shoulders after the tedious task, only to have a blonde head resting your shoulders. strong arms slowly wrapping around your waist, you set a timer for the cupcakes, waddling the both of you to the couch.

you lie down flat, opened arms inviting felix to cuddle and he does just that. he lays his head on your chest, chin propped so his cat-like eyes are staring into yours. you lift your head slightly in question and he shrugs, simply pecking you and smiling up at you.

"know what i'm gonna do?" he asks cheekily, his smile begging you to ask him what it is. you giggle at his antics, "what're you gonna do, lixie?" you ask, curious to know what's going on.

"gonna get you to move in with me," he says confidently. you're taken aback, the usual answer to the question being, "i'm gonna beat chan hyung in uno one day," or "i;m gonna perfect that brownie recipe"

your silence confuses felix's cloudy mind. he shakes your shoulders to get your attention. "do you mean us moving together? in one apartment?" you ask, baffled. he nods confidently, “you know. us. living together. like having fun but at the same time doing big person stuff like paying rent and whatnot.”

you giggle at his answer, pulling him impossibly closer. "what do you think our place should look like?" he asks, wanting to know your thoughts. "should have a big kitchen," you start, felix wholeheartedly agreeing. you list off all the practical and slightly whimsical things your apartment should have, felix nodding along and adding his list too.

your ringer for the cupcakes go off. felix is up at the sound and zooms to the kitchen, you following quickly behind. you take it out before he had the chance to, leaving them on the cooling rack. he inspects them closely, "look at our masterpiece," he says proudly, looking at you with dazed eyes.

you smile, taking his hands and leading him back to the couch. you both flop onto the couch and felix leans on you, his transformation into a koala almost complete. you feel the tears seep into your sweatshirt, hand immediately coming up to soothe him. "i love you so much," you confess, "living together with you sounds like heaven and hell," felix lets out a watery chuckle, "hell because we can't decide between blueberry cheesecake or strawberry cheesecake?" you hold his hand tightly, "you have questionable food choices, you know."

he looks at your intertwined hands, “I’ll sing a song. a song called and made and about you.” he says firmly. "about me?" cue the waterworks. "yes, a poem about you that i memorize happily. your eyes which make me feel like i own a million galaxies. even when seasons change, i know you won't."

you're sniffling into his shoulder now, drunk felix surely is something you'd live to see. everyday of your life now it seems, felix somehow changing the topic back to your plan of moving in together. sounds like an adventure of a lifetime.

part of 200 followers celebration

Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

everything is you.

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pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

rating: 13+

summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ☀️

The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

word count: 3.3k ☀️ posted: 12 • 05 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Thank you so much for the request! I truly, truly enjoyed writing this for you. I just sat here and the words just kept flowing and flowing and I just couldn't stop, so I hope you enjoy it! (Side note though: I'm sorry if this a bit darker for your taste, I read it back and was like 'yikes, didn't mean to start off like that'.)

Anyway! I appreciate your compliments, always. Your feedback is something I genuinely look forward to every time I post, and so I'm happy that we're mutuals out here supporting each other because honestly – you're a magnificent writer as well, so I can promise that every time I think of something new for you, I'll grab my phone and tell you all about it no matter where I am!

Again, I hope you enjoyed this and thank you!

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i will cry right now omg thank you ❣️🥹

Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

everything is you.

other works by green.

pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

rating: 13+

summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ☀️

The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

word count: 3.3k ☀️ posted: 12 • 05 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Thank you so much for the request! I truly, truly enjoyed writing this for you. I just sat here and the words just kept flowing and flowing and I just couldn't stop, so I hope you enjoy it! (Side note though: I'm sorry if this a bit darker for your taste, I read it back and was like 'yikes, didn't mean to start off like that'.)

Anyway! I appreciate your compliments, always. Your feedback is something I genuinely look forward to every time I post, and so I'm happy that we're mutuals out here supporting each other because honestly – you're a magnificent writer as well, so I can promise that every time I think of something new for you, I'll grab my phone and tell you all about it no matter where I am!

Again, I hope you enjoyed this and thank you!

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# @grandpafelixx

Small Announcement from Green !

For those who do not know, I have an ongoing series called I Can’t Change (Bisexual!Felix x Male Reader). It’s about the Reader’s journey while in conversion therapy after being caught at a secret queer party.

Anyway, I have been feeling a little bit stuck with said story and I really couldn’t figure out why until recently. There was, admittedly, a lot of lack of planning on my part. However, I think I have a more solid idea of what I want out of this story. That means, though, that I will be deleting the chapters I have posted so far, rewriting them, and then posting them again.

It makes me sad to have to do this, truly, but I feel this is the best solution for me if I want to salvage this story and actually finish it. Hopefully, the rewrites can be done quickly and I can post them as soon as possible and carry on posting newer chapters. Hopefully!

Thank you to everyone who’s supported my series, it’s meant the whole world to me. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but I hope to make it up to you 💕

choose what you want to read!

ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🦇 ‘till forever falls apart 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing. han jisung x idol!fem!reader

‧₊° content warnings. han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression. reader has fibromyalgia. constant mention of being in pain. love-making. cussing. lots of angst. more to be added.

‧₊° rating. 18+

‧₊° summary. in which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms.

EDIT: It’s in progress! Click on the title to read!

ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🌅 i can’t change 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing. bisexual!lee felix x male!reader

‧₊° content warnings. abuse, violence, homophobia conversion therapy, angst, mlm relationship, drug use (nothing too heavy, drinking, running away, smut, anal sex, blow job, rimming, fingering, semi-public sex

‧₊° rating. 18+

‧₊° summary. humanity was simply not made to reach the glorious sky without needing to return to the ground, this is a simple fact that both felix and y/n needed to learn one way or another. still, when each glance gets you drunk with a feeling you’d never quite experienced before, you can’t help but risk everything for his affection.

ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🏫 the only exception 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing. student!seungmin x student!fem!reader

‧₊° content warnings. brutal attack and kidnapping. death is mentioned a lot in different ways. neglectful parent. plot twist.

‧₊° rating: 16+

‧₊° summary. after her mother gets suddenly kidnapped right before her eyes, and her father didn’t seem to care enough, y/n embarks on a mission to save her mother with a strange boy from school to help along the journey.

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──── * ˚ ✦ THE LAST STRAW ( stray kids )

❛ After a final argument with your toxic, manipulative mother over your irresponsible younger brother, you decide to cut ties with your family, only to be overwhelmed by doubt and panic until your supportive boyfriend, Felix, reassures you that choosing yourself was the right decision.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 14 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Here's a wonderful request made by @lixies-favorite-cookie! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Non-Idol AU, emotional abuse, family conflict, mommy issues, mental health struggles, parental neglect, parental favoritism, depression and self-worth issues, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The kitchen feels like a war zone, the air thick with unsaid accusations and the sharp remnants of long-festered wounds. Your mother stands at the sink, her back rigid and unforgiving, hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubs a dish with a ferocity that speaks louder than words. Each stroke of her hand seems to scrape away at the silence, but instead of clarity, it only stirs the storm between you. You can almost see the tension rippling off her like waves of heat from a furnace, feeding the blaze that has been building in your chest, threatening to consume you.

“So, that’s it?” you ask, your voice taut, straining against the anger simmering just below the surface. “You’re really going to ignore everything I’ve said and expect me to drop everything—again—to drive him around?” There’s a tremor in your tone, a plea for acknowledgment masked by the bitterness of your words. But she doesn’t turn to face you. Instead, she sighs, a heavy, exaggerated breath that fills the room with disdain, as if you are the one being irrational, ungrateful.

“He doesn’t have anyone else,” she replies, her voice dripping with exasperation, as if you should already know this. “And it’s not like it’s a big deal—you’re already out and about. What’s a little detour to help your brother?”

Her words hit you like a slap across the face, stinging and familiar. “A little detour?” you echo, a disbelieving laugh slipping out, sharp and brittle. “Mom, I have a job. I have classes. I’m barely keeping up as it is. But sure, let’s add ‘chauffeur for the man-child’ to my list of responsibilities.”

At this, she finally turns, her face set in that hardened expression you know so well—eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a thin, unforgiving line. “Don’t talk about him like that,” she snaps, her voice a low warning. “He’s your brother. He’s just going through a rough time.”

A bitter, exhausted laugh escapes your lips, and you can feel the years of buried frustration rising up, threatening to overflow. "A rough time?" you repeat, your voice growing louder, each word carrying the weight of all the grievances you’ve kept bottled up for so long. “He’s been ‘going through a rough time’ for the last five years! And every single time he screws up, you’re right there, wiping his slate clean, making excuses for him. He never has to face the consequences of anything, and somehow, I’m always the one left to pick up the pieces!”

Your voice cracks, and the room seems to tremble with the force of your words. All the times you’ve been overlooked, all the sacrifices you’ve made without a second thought, all the nights spent wondering why you were never enough—everything comes crashing down in this moment. You stand there, breathless, waiting for something, anything, that resembles an acknowledgment of what you’ve endured.

But she doesn’t see it. She doesn’t hear it. She doesn’t even flinch. And that, more than anything, is what breaks you.

"That's not true," your mother snaps, her voice cutting through the air like the crack of a whip, cold and biting. "You don’t know what he’s going through. You’ve always been so hard on him, never understanding." Her words hang in the air, thick with accusation, and you feel a familiar frustration beginning to coil tightly in your chest.

You scoff, the sound escaping before you can stop it, disbelief etched across your face. "Understanding?" you fire back, voice laced with incredulity. "You mean like how you’re 'understanding' when he crashes his car because he was out partying, and you expect me to drop everything, put my entire life and future on hold, to make up for it? Or how you’re 'understanding' when he blows all his money on God knows what, and I’m the one who has to lend him my hard-earned cash so he can pay his rent? You’ve always been ‘understanding’ of him, but when have you ever been ‘understanding’ of me?"

For a moment, the room falls silent, heavy with the weight of everything that has been left unsaid for far too long. Your mother’s eyes flash dangerously, a mix of anger and frustration, a glare that once would have made you swallow your words, scramble to backtrack and apologize. But not today. Today, the exhaustion has settled too deeply in your bones, mingling with the anger that has simmered for years, bubbling to the surface.

"You think I don’t care about you?" she spits out, her voice rising, each word sharp and defensive. "I’ve done everything for you! You grew up with food on the table and a roof over your head. You have a job now, you’re in college, you have everything going for you. Do you think that just happened by itself?"

Her audacity stings, her self-righteousness fanning the flames inside you. Every vein feels like it’s on fire, adrenaline surging through your body. “No,” you say, voice trembling but strong, each word pushed out with a force that surprises even you. “Don’t you dare take credit for what little good I have in my life. Don’t you dare. Everything I have going for me is because I worked for it. I was the one who graduated as valedictorian in high school—not you, not him. I worked my ass off to get into college, scrapping for every scholarship I could find so I wouldn’t have to drown in debt later. I found my own place to live, found a job so I could pay my own bills, held myself together when everything around me was falling apart.”

Your words pour out like a flood, each one more bitter than the last. You can see her eyes narrowing, her lips tightening, but it only pushes you to keep going. “But you? Sure, you fed me, you put a roof over my head—like the law says you should. But you only ever noticed me when I was useful to him, when I made things easier for your golden child."

The silence that follows is deafening, filled with the echoes of things that have finally been said, the raw truth laid bare between you. The tension in the room is electric, the weight of years of imbalance, neglect, and misplaced loyalty pressing down on your shoulders. But for the first time, you feel something shift inside you—a spark of liberation, a sense that perhaps, just perhaps, you’ve finally stepped out of the shadow that has loomed over you for so long.

"You're being so selfish," she spits, her voice trembling with a barely controlled fury that makes the walls tremble. The dishes slip from her hands, clattering into the sink with a loud clank as she whirls around to face you. Her eyes are wild, nearly bulging out of her head, her face flushed with indignation. "You have no idea what it's like to be a parent, to have to make these kinds of decisions." The venom in her words seeps into the air, choking you with its bitterness.

But you don’t flinch. Your fists curl even tighter at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you stand your ground, locking eyes with her. "I'm selfish?" A bitter laugh escapes you, sharp and brittle, and you can feel the hot sting of unshed tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Do you even hear yourself? You've spent years bending over backwards to coddle him, to fix every single one of his messes. And every time, it's me who gets caught in the crossfire. It's always me who’s expected to be the 'responsible one.' And what do I get for it? Nothing. Not a thank you, not a 'good job,' not even a fraction of the support and understanding you so eagerly throw at him."

Your mother’s hand slams down on the counter with a thunderous bang, making you jump. Her face is a twisted mask of rage and frustration. "You've always had a chip on your shoulder about him," she sneers, her tone dripping with condescension, as if speaking to a petulant child. "Maybe if you weren't so jealous—"

"Don't even start." You cut her off, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you’ve kept bottled up for so long. "I'm not jealous, Mom. I'm tired. I'm tired of being the one who has to sacrifice everything while he coasts through life, knowing you’ll always be there to bail him out. I'm tired of you making me feel like I’m never enough, like I’m only here to clean up his messes and make things easier for him."

The air thickens, a suffocating silence falling between you. Your mother’s face hardens, her eyes narrowing into icy slits. "If you don't like it, then maybe you should just leave," she says, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. "You're an adult now, aren’t you? You can make your own choices."

Her words hang in the air, daring you to speak, to react. For a moment, you’re stunned, the breath catching in your throat. Then, softly, like a truth you've kept buried, you say, "Maybe I should." The words taste like freedom on your tongue, a release from years of guilt and fear. "Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting you use me to prop him up while you tear me down. I deserve better than this."

For a fleeting moment, something flickers in her eyes—something almost vulnerable, almost human. But it vanishes as quickly as it came, replaced by the same cold indifference that has always been there. "Fine. Do what you want," she says dismissively, her tone devoid of emotion. "But don’t come crying to me when you realize you can’t handle the world I’ve protected you from."

A humorless laugh bubbles up in your throat, but you swallow it down, taking a deep breath instead. You feel the weight of years of resentment, of pain and unspoken truths, settling into place. "I won't," you reply, voice steady as a stone. "Because I've been handling the world all my life. You never protected me from it—you only ever protected your golden child. And I’m done."

You turn away, leaving her standing there, leaving behind the suffocating grip of a mother who never truly saw you. You walk out of the kitchen, out of the house that never felt like a home, and with each step, the air feels a little lighter, the world outside a little more open. For the first time, you feel the distant, hopeful glimmer of something new—something that belongs to you, and you alone.

You sit in the driver’s seat, fingers clenched around the steering wheel with a grip so tight that your knuckles have turned ghostly white. Each breath you take is shallow and ragged, barely filling your lungs. Your heart hammers in your chest, erratic and wild, a drumbeat of panic. The weight of the argument you just had with your mother crashes over you like an unrelenting wave, cold and suffocating. It presses down on you with a force that makes you feel as if you’re drowning, gasping for air but finding none.

Your eyes remain fixed on the house in front of you—your childhood home, a place that should have held comfort and warmth but instead feels like a prison. Each window, each door, every familiar detail seems to glare back at you like a hundred judgmental eyes, watching, waiting. This is where you learned the rules of a game you never asked to play. A place where love was conditional, tethered to sacrifice and silence. And now, it’s a place you’ve walked away from—perhaps for good.

Your vision blurs with unshed tears, and you let out a shaky breath that comes out more like a sob than you intended. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the sting from your eyes, but it’s useless. You can’t stay here, not in front of this house where the walls seem to whisper accusations, where every step closer feels like sinking deeper into quicksand. You can’t risk your mother storming out with that familiar fire in her eyes, her voice like a vice, twisting your emotions to suit her will.

With trembling hands, you fumble for your phone, fingers unsteady as they swipe through your contacts. You need an anchor, something to steady you before you’re pulled under by the crushing weight of it all. You find his name—Felix. Your thumb hovers for a moment, then presses the call button. You raise the phone to your ear, the screen blurring with tears as you pull out of the driveway. You don’t have a destination in mind; you just need to be moving, to put distance between you and that house.

The line rings once, twice, and with each unanswered ring, the panic coils tighter in your chest, rising into your throat like bile. What if he doesn’t pick up? What if he’s busy? What if you’re left alone with the noise in your head? But then—

"Hey, sunshine," his voice breaks through, warm and steady, like the first rays of dawn piercing through the darkest night. His tone is so familiar, so safe. "You okay? I'm just—"

You don’t let him finish. Your voice cracks as you speak, holding back the sob that threatens to spill over. "Felix...I—I did it. I told her...I told her that I'm done. I can't...I can't believe that I actually did it." The words rush out of you in a breathless stream, a confession that feels both terrifying and freeing.

There’s a pause on the other end, a silence that feels heavy with the weight of his understanding. You can almost hear him processing your words, feel the concern threading through the line. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, careful. "You talked to her?" he asks, his tone gentle yet laced with worry. "What happened?"

His question hangs in the air, pulling at your heartstrings, inviting you to pour out the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like you can breathe, even if just a little, knowing that someone is there to catch you as you fall.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, a futile attempt to push back the tears that threaten to spill over. Your heart is pounding in your chest, a heavy, uneven rhythm that matches the chaos in your mind. When you open your eyes again, you force yourself to focus on the road, blinking rapidly to clear the blurriness from your vision. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself, to find some semblance of calm amidst the storm raging inside you.  

"It was about my man-child of a brother again," you start, your voice wavering as you speak. Each word feels like a shard of glass, cutting through the tightness in your throat. "She wanted me to...to fucking drop everything and take care of his mess again. He crashed the damn car, and she’s not even mad at him. She was actually more pissed at me for not wanting to drive him everywhere." The bitterness in your tone is unmistakable, tinged with a raw edge of frustration that’s been simmering for far too long. "And I just...I couldn’t take it anymore, Lix. I told her I’m done. I told her I wasn’t coming back."  

Your breath hitches, and a sob finally breaks free, raw and unrestrained, as you come to a stop at a red light. The tears you've been holding back spill over, warm and unwelcome, streaking down your cheeks. "But what if I made a mistake? What if I’m wrong?" you choke out, the words heavy with doubt and fear. "I mean, they are my family at the end of the day, and I’m nothing without them. What if I...what if I shouldn’t have done this?"  

On the other end of the line, you hear a soft rustling, a familiar sound that brings a small measure of comfort. You know he’s moving, pacing like he always does when he’s worried. Felix’s voice comes through, steady and gentle, like a lifeline. "Hey, hey, take a breath for me, hmm?" he murmurs, his tone soothing. "Just breathe. In and out, yeah? I’m right here."  

You try to follow his instructions as you ease off the brake, the traffic lights changing to green. You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs, and then let it out, but the exhale is shaky, faltering, as if your body is resisting the calm he’s trying to instill. The tears keep flowing, unchecked, but his voice remains a steady anchor amidst the turbulent sea of your emotions.  

"You did the right thing, love," he continues, his voice firm with conviction—a conviction you desperately need to hear right now. "You’ve been dealing with their bullshit for so long. Too long. You deserve to let it go. You deserve to be free of it all."  

Without much thought, you turn the car to the right, feeling the pull of his reassurance guiding you, even if you’re not quite sure where you’re going. "But what if...what if Mom’s right?" you whisper, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if I am being selfish? I just...I grew up with this rule in my head that family always helps family, so what if I’m being a shitty person by refusing?"  

For a moment, there’s a pause, a breath of silence that hangs in the air, heavy with all the questions and fears you can’t quite voice. Felix’s next words are gentle, but they cut through that fog with a clarity that brings you back from the edge. "You’re not selfish," he says quietly but firmly. "Sometimes, family isn't about blood; it’s about who stands by you, who sees you. And you’ve been standing on your own for a long time. It’s okay to want more than just survival."  

Tears spill down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting, blurring your vision as they cascade over your skin. You press the heel of your hand against your eyes, trying to stem the flow, but it’s like trying to dam a river with a single stone—futile. The weight of everything, the argument, the years of silent endurance, crashes over you in waves, threatening to pull you under. With a shaky breath, you pull onto the side of the road, the tires crunching over gravel, and the car comes to a halt. 

"I’m scared, Lix," you confess, your voice breaking, small and fragile as it escapes you. "I’m scared that I’ll regret this." The words hang in the air, and for a moment, it feels like the world is holding its breath with you. Your heart is a clenched fist in your chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. 

Then, his voice breaks through the silence—a warm, comforting presence that feels like a soft embrace, wrapping around you when you need it most. "You won’t," he says, his tone gentle yet firm, a soothing balm for your frayed nerves. "You know why, huh? Because you’re finally choosing yourself. And that’s not something to regret, not ever. Love, I’m not trying to say it’ll be easy from now on, but you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved for who you are, not for what you can do for someone else."

A shaky breath escapes your lips, and the tightness in your chest starts to loosen, if only a little. His words are like a lifeline, grounding you, pulling you back from the edge of your doubts. Deep down, beneath the fear and the uncertainty, you know he’s right. You’ve carried this weight for so long that it feels strange to think of setting it down. But his words are a steady anchor, keeping you from drifting away. 

"Can I come over?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper, raw and vulnerable. "I don’t... I don’t want to be alone right now." The admission feels like exposing a wound, but with Felix, it’s okay. It’s always been okay.

There isn’t a moment of hesitation before he responds, his voice filled with that unwavering reassurance you’ve come to rely on. "Of course. I’m not home right now, but I was already on my way from class, so I’ll meet you there, okay? Just stay on the phone with me until I get there. We’ll figure everything out together."  

You nod, even though he can’t see you, feeling a small, tired smile tug at the corners of your lips. There’s still a lingering ache in your heart, but it’s softer now, more manageable. "Thank you, babe," you whisper, the words heavy with gratitude and love. 

"Always," he murmurs back, his voice a soft promise that settles deep within you. "Just keep breathing, sunshine. I’ve got you. I always will."

With his voice still in your ear, you restart the car, feeling his presence as a guiding light through the darkness that’s clouded your path for so long. The road stretches out before you, uncertain and unfamiliar, but with Felix by your side—even if only through the phone—it doesn’t seem quite so daunting. 

For the first time in what feels like years, there’s a flicker of something warm blooming in your chest. Hope. Fragile, tentative, but undeniably there. And for now, that’s enough.

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I just found you and I am actually in love

Do you think you could do a felix x reader with mommy issues like her mom just a very manipulative peice of a shit and felix just comforts her

I'm currently writing something like it btw so just as a little warning it might persuade you to not want to write it and thats fine but I really hope you do cause I would love to read your version of it 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi 🤭 you're so cute, thank you for the support!

So, I hope this was what you were looking for! I totally understand the pain of mommy issues (I have them, too), but I do also know what it's like to finally start letting go of them. It's a long, hard road with a lot of relapses but it's always worth it.

Please tag me when you post your version of it! I'm very curious to read it! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 3.5k

Skz making a bet on you Maknae Line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities, a little suggestive. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and FINALLY GOT ALL PARTS OUT YAY

Parts: Hyung line Maknae Line pt.1

HAN JISUNG Han sat there. He was stunned to say the least. He didn’t expect you to show up nor hear what he said. It wasn’t until Chan nudged his shoulder that he let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. The older boy looked at Han disappointedly.

Chan held him by the shoulder as he told him, “Are you gonna be a dumbass and sit here or are you gonna chase after y/n and hope she’ll take you back?”

After hearing that, Han finally got up to his feet as he nodded his head. “I’m gonna get y/n back be-because I don’t know what I could possibly do without her. Yeah… that’s what I’ll do.” Then he bolted out of the room to go and find you.

As he ran down the hall and almost out of the building, a particular box caught his eye. It just so happened to sit on the top of the rest of the garbage. He could tell it was yours from the way it was made and decorated. Seeing the box there on a pile of trash made him tear up. He grabbed it and held it tightly to his chest.

You were walking down the street by now. Kicking at the rocks that stood in your way. All the hard work you put into everything just for him to turn his back on you. All the tears had already been cried and dried. Now you were extremely exhausted and your only goal was to get home.

Making your way through the crowded streets, you suddenly hear your name being called. You whipped around to see a very distressed Han racing towards you. Seeing the tear streaks on his face made your heart break. In that instant, you almost forgot the hurt he caused you. But when you did remember what happened earlier, your past anger returned and you decided to walk away from him.

When he saw you turn back around and just walk away, he became panicked all over again. He chased after you until he was right behind you. As soon as he could, he grabbed your wrist and made you face him.

“Y/N!!! I understand that you’re hurt and you don’t want to talk but please just hear me out! You mean everything to me and—”

You immediately covered his mouth. He tried to take your hand off but you put another hand over his mouth.

“Let’s talk about this at home. Please?”

Han finally eased down and nodded his head. The two of you were just a couple blocks away from home anyways. So you and Han walked side by side in awkward silence(insert song, sry I had to😭). He constantly glanced between you and the floor until he gathered the courage to ask you,

“Can I… mmm… Can I at least hold your hand? I’m scared you’ll run away and you won’t listen to me. Then I’ll never see you again! You’ll break up wi—”

You grabbed his hand so he would just shut up. So he did. The rest of the way was in silence with the soft comfort of each other’s breath and presence.

When you made it home, both of you sat on the couch. Spending a couple moments in silence. Eventually, you spoke up, breaking the uncomfortableness.

“Are you not going to explain yourself?”

No answer.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m gonna go to my friend’s house. I need some time. Food’s in the fridge so warm up something for yourself to eat if you get hungry.”

No answer.

You sighed as you rose from your position, almost walking away before you felt a small and gentle touch on the tip of your small finger. A soft voice of the one you loved spoke.

“Don’t go… I’ll talk. However much you need me to. Just don’t… leave.”

The last word made you feel a pang of pain in your heart.

“It was a stupid bet we made when we were younger. Hyunjin brought it up during our debut. The first girl we found the most attractive, we would ask out no matter the circumstances. It took me a month to even get to know you and a year to get close to you. I was scared but they made me confess. So when you accepted I was so happy. Nothing matters more than you. I promise. You’re everything I could ask for so please don’t… don’t leave me. I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t.”

As much as he tried to keep strong for you, there were tears brimming his eyes. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. And the way he confessed the truth warmed your heart. How could you leave him?

“I forgive you. I’ll just need a little time. I promise, I won’t leave you alone. I just need to take a bit of time for myself, yeah?”

Han slowly nodded his head as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Everything was fine though. You returned on the second day and boy did he make it up to you. In more ways than one. If you know what I mean. 😘 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX You didn’t hear from him for a few days. It angered you. He was the one who did the wrong thing and now he just thinks he can pretend you never existed!? It’s probably for the best. You don’t know what you would do if you saw him again. Forgive him? Probably not. You’d rather jump on him and claw his face right open. Wait, let’s backtrack that. Probably just punching him in the face was enough.

It had probably been a month since Felix last contacted you, and you to him. It hurt you, you admit. But you were slowly moving on. Finding people you could actually trust in.

Well let’s just say… things did not go according to plan.

On a late night out with a couple of you girl friends, you were drinking and getting hit on. It was fun. The freedom, you mean. You weren’t held back by the restraints of a relationship.

But I guess not everything goes like what you'd expect. Because while you were drinking a margarita, in walks in, no other than, Felix. And who did he just happen to walk up to first? You. The audacity to even take this action made you give him a hard slap on the cheek.

“Hey, asshole. How’ve you been?”

Felix just held his cheek in shame. He couldn’t exactly just yell at you. It was his fault in the first place.

“Hey, y/n… I’ve been awful.”

“Good.”

You were fuming. You were not gonna let some man walk back into your life after saying such hurtful words and then ghosting you for a month. You absolutely loathed him. That wasn’t really true though. Deep down, you still loved him as much as you used to. But, you were too scared to get hurt again.

Felix was equally as irritated but you mattered more to him right now, than his petty thoughts. So he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the bar, ignoring your cries and pleas.

When you were finally outside, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. You just sighed and rolled your eyes.

"The hell do you want?" You said as you yanked your hand away and began rubbing your wrist.

"A chance to explain myself to you."

"After you ghosted me for a month? Not a chance. Get a life."

"Wait, y/n-"

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"I still want to be with you..." He nearly said breathlessy.

"Well I don't." You were fighting every fiber in you to run back to him tell him how much you love him and never let go. But you didn't want to be the dumb, naive girl, who always ran back to the same man. The same person. The one who hurt them. But you stayed there and listened.

A moment of silence was exchanged until Felix said something.

"We were just immature little fucks when everything happened. Minho made a bet with me, that if I got the number of the roundest woman I could find then he'd give me 200 bucks. I was foolish, so I took up the bet. Had it never happened, I wouldn't have gotten to know the great person you are. I never expected to love you this much, but I do."

You looked up into the night sky to prevent your tears from falling. It was stupid of you to want to run back into his arms. To feel the warmth of his smile and presence again.

“That doesn’t change anything, Felix. You still think I’m a woman who weighs too much and looks… fat. You told me yourself that you love my body. But that’s all a lie because if Minho never made that bet then you would’ve never approached me. You’re just like the rest of them, Felix. Someone who only focuses on looks and not the actual person. You’re no different than Minho. It might have been just an immature joke to you but it meant everything to me.”

“Y/n—”

“No! Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to ever see you again. You ruined me, Felix.”

Felix could do nothing but stay silent and so you walked off. The emotions were too overwhelming for you. You may not have been able to punch him in the face but you were able to express yourself. A month of no closure and now you finally got it. At first, you thought that it’d make you hurt most. But surprisingly, it felt as if you lifted a weight from your chest and now you could be yourself again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN You weren’t walking for a long time before you heard another pair of shuffling feet right behind you. You began to panic. It was dumb of you to leave the house this late at night, especially in a big city like this. Your pace quickened and so did the person's behind you. Not only your pace but your breath too. Your fight-or-flight response immediately kicked in and you were definitely opting to flee.

Suddenly, the person ran up to you and grabbed your arm, yanking you back.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Your scream peirced through the night. "Get the fuck off of me! Leave me alone!" But the person only brought you close to their body and hugged you. Then, you heard the soft voice of your boyfriend. "Shh.. shh... y/n it's me. It's me, Seungmin."

You gladly hugged him and thanked him. "Oh god, thank goodness it's just you, Seungmin. I was so scared that someone was following me. That I was going to get abducted or something. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You stuttered out between shaky breaths.

Seungmin only continued to comfort you. "Shh... it's okay. I understand. You're safe now. Sorry for making you so scared, love. Shh..." He rubbed soft circles onto your back as you sobbed into his arms. "I came to find you because you didn't grab your coat and I got worried. Even when we're mad at each other, you shouldn't be out in the cold. I understand if you don't want to talk to me but please make sure you won't get hurt or sick."

It was moments like these that kept you from being mad at Seungmin. You could argue for hours but you would still be his highest concern.

With your hands still holding him to you, you whispered, “Can we just go home?” Seungmin nodded his head, still rubbing your back. “Yeah, let’s go home.” He kissed the top of your head before taking your hand and leading you back to your house.

When the two of you arrived, the once comforting silence became awkward and insufferable. You patted the sides of your arms as you stared at the ground. While Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at you. The uncomfortable silence was eventually broken by Seungmin.

“I’m sorry for saying that. I shouldn’t have taken my stress and anger out on you when you had nothing to do with it. I should’ve talked it out with you instead and I’m so stupid for taking you for granted.”

“What about the last part, where you said… you know.”

“I said that out of anger. But it was mainly because me and a few of my friends made a bet to take out the first girl who walked through the door at that party we met at. Lo and behold, it was you. But then I really fell in love with you and I became thankful that that bet was made. Because if we never made that bet then I wouldn’t have found you, the wonderful and amazing person I love.”

You couldn’t help but tear up at his words. Seungmin didn’t get upset easily but when he did, he would argue with you for days on end. But he always came back around when he all too quickly became worried for you. That’s what made you love him.

When Seungmin didn’t get a reply from you he suddenly asked, “Are you going to break up with me now?” But then he heard your sniffles and his heart broke. He constantly kept making you cry even when he didn’t mean to.

Unexpectedly, you ran to him and hugged him. “I can’t even think of ever leaving you. I love you so much and your way with words just makes me want you even more. You know me too well, Seungie. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head before resting his head on yours. “I love you too.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN Jeongin waited outside the bathroom for you to come out. It wasn’t like he could go in. He’d be casted out of the restaurant for being a creep and a pervert. So he patiently waited.

Eventually, you did come out but you had washed all your makeup off. The crying left streaks of mascara running down your face so you washed it before exiting. As soon as you saw Jeongin, you turned the other way. But unfortunately for you, that way just so happened to be a wall. You sighed before turning back to him. You were being a bit dramatic but you didn’t know how else to deal with it.

Jeongin spoke up quietly. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You slowly nodded your head in response and he held out his hand to you. You silently took it and followed him into a more quiet and private room.

“I’m sorry for walking away instead of listening to you.” You said.

“No.. no, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier and this was a horrible way for you to find out about it.”

He paused to see if you had anything to say. But when he got no response, he continued.

“Umm… so I used to have a big fat crush on you…”

You giggled at that, a little surprised that he could admit it so easily.

“D-don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious!” He said out angrily. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You said as you kept giggling. Jeongin was happy to see you smiling again so he kept going.

"When my hyungs found out they constantly teased me about it. But then the teasing turned into bets. They were betting on me to see I would ever confess or not. I told them I would but I never actually stayed true to my word. One day, they got bored with each other and came to me. They said that I should confess to you. If I succeeded they'd get me the latest Bruno Mars album and if I didn't then I'd have to give each of them 80 dollars. So we shook on it. I didn't want to lose so of course I mustered up the most courage I possibly could and asked you out. When you said yes, my whole world suddenly brightened as if this was what I was waiting for for my whole life. After I took you on a date, I told them of the success."

Your heart swelled at his words. You never knew he was so in love with you. It was almost as if the past event never happened. Now you were smiling from ear to ear as he told the story. Upon seeing your smile, Jeongin did too.

"I thought they'd stop teasing me after we got together but they never did. Calling me a simp and stuff. I'm not saying I'm not because I'm glad that I love you so much people can see it. But I hate being titled that."

Your eyes were full of affection for each other and it was clear as day. Every word that came from his mouth only reminded you of why you loved him so much. So how could you not voice it?

"Innie?" His ears perked up, indicating he was listening to you. "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He immediately pouted his bottom lip and opened his arms as an invitation. You slowly made your way over into his embrace. "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You chuckled as you nodded your head. You looked up at him and saw that he was still pouting. So you took it as your responsibility to kiss it away. Glad to say it worked as he laughed at you antics.

How could you ever doubt him when he loved you this much?

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Draft digging, Should I make this one longer?

You wake up to find Chan not in bed

You go into the living room to see him comforting a crying Felix. When you try to run up to him Chan stops you but you insist and Felix opens his arms. You snuggle and comfort him

Eventually he kisses you, you pull away shocked but Chan says

“It’s ok. Make him fell better baby. Doesn’t he deserve it?”

Soft Felix Hours open

{𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴} .03

Felix cuddling you when you have a headache, insisting you rest your head on his chest so he can stroke your hair.

{𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴} .03

Felix cuddling you when you have a headache, insisting you rest your head on his chest so he can stroke your hair.

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

SUNSHINE (18+!)

“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.

SYNOPSIS: You officially hit rock bottom. Living in a shitty apartment in a foreign city, recently broken up with your cheating boyfriend and overall just done with everything, you decide to at least have a little bit of fun when reinstalling that useless dating app.

🍋 GENRE: smut, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, nonidol!au, friends2lovers

🏛 WORD COUNT: 7.4k

🧀 CONTENT INFO: felix x afab!reader, model!felix, photographer!reader, set in paris, they are both in their mid to late twenties

🐝 WARNING: mention of cheating, mention of breakup, mention of dickpics lol (reader uses online dating), alcohol consumption (a lot of wine actually), mention of food, jealousy

🥞 SMUT WARNING: softdom!felix, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), possessive felix, praise, one pussy slap, slight dacryphilia, dumbification, name calling (angel, darling, brat, sweetheart, baby, good girl)

☀️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this feels like a story I would have written in French class in high school except for the smut part and it would have been in French lol also I had a lot of fun writing this and low-key wanna visit Paris now. If you liked the story, please consider leaving a comment and/or reblogging it since this is what motivates writers most 💛

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

You’ve seen this film before and you didn’t like the ending. Still, there’s no one around that could prevent you from your current actions. It’s just a little fun, nothing more. You’ll probably delete the app again after tonight.

Until an idea strikes you.

Until an idea strikes you.

Until an idea strikes you.

Until an idea strikes you.

Why not make a drinking game out of this?

Your state is disastrous anyway, not even the rats in the canals of this unfamiliar city have a little bit of pity left for you. You have officially hit rock bottom.

Except career–wise. At least that’s what you had thought when receiving that job offer, but maybe we should start at the beginning.

Paris has always been this romantic dream you’ve had throughout your whole life since you were a child. Avenues with old traditional houses, impressive architecture and sights, the delicious scent of croissants lingering in the air and a place that’s invincible when it comes to art of all eras.

That is what you’ve been holding onto. After your boyfriend of five years dumped you two weeks ago, leaving you for a eighteen year old first semester college girl he happened to teach in one of his classes, the prophecies of 2012 finally came true – well, at least for you.

Your whole world shattered into a million pieces and even a billion more when this garbage truck of an (now ex) boyfriend revealed his little fling had been going on for half a year now and that bitch was practically waiting on your shared apartment’s doorstep, boxes and suitcases under her arms.

As if all your prayers had been heard at that moment, an email was sent to your account, telling you a company that you initially had applied for in your hometown had been looking for employees in no other city than Paris.

Paris. 

This was a huge step. But there was nothing holding you back anymore.

Fast forward, exactly nineteen days later you find yourself in said city, glad the company had organised an apartment for you in an outer and problematic arrondissement but you didn’t complain. Until you got there.

The little flat is – let’s say, in need of renovation. But you didn’t expect anything from Paris anyway, you’re glad you don’t have to share a paper box with the rats near the river Seine. You even got a bathroom inside the flat and not on the corridor shared with strangers, but your roommate could be a bit less annoying.

Jisung is a kind guy, he really is. He’s a bit shy but gets incredibly loud whenever he convinces you to do another wine tasting (’Y/N, you are in Paris!‘). There’s a bit pent-up demand when it comes to his cleaning skills, but he’s motivated to do anything you ask him for.

After all, on the first night at your new place, you got drunk together and shared your whole biography with him – including the unpleasant details of how your last relationship had ended.

But tonight Jisung isn’t here to stop you from doing that incredibly stupid thing you’re doing. Although – let’s be real, he most likely would have encouraged you anyway.

Your fingers dance over the way too bright screen, as you hold the glass of red wine in your other hand. The initial idea of checking out dudes in this new city, wanting to meet some Parisian guys, fades into ashes when you realise most of them are one thing after all. They are men. Annoying men.

Even though you’ve got some matches – but to be honest you were anything except eager when making your decisions on swiping here – they all start and end the same. The guy introduces himself with the world’s worst pickup line or going straight forward by sending a picture of his dick.

You, as a photographer (and a very tipsy one right now), decided to make a game out of this, sending them pics back of the previous dude’s dick that had sent you one before. So, whenever another cringy flirtation starts, you take a sip from your wine.

Half a bottle later, you’re still unsuccessful as ever since you’ve already given up on meeting any of the dudes tonight anyway. The only thing that’s keeping you online right now is your level of intoxication and this kind of cute, innocent seeming man texting you.

His profile pic could have been taken by a lucrative model agency, your attentive photographer–eyes had immediately spotted. Above all of this, he might be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Of course, if there isn’t any photoshop used but you for sure would have been able to tell if it was the case.

Buzz.

Another message is sent to you by this friendly and respectful stranger and at this point you wish the conversation would actually go a different way.

Felix: Since you’re new in Paris, which sights and places have you already visited? Hope this doesn’t come off too cliche haha

He is too cute. You’re afraid to break his heart. He’s too wholesome.

You: I haven’t really got the time unfortunately, started a new job right away and now I’m just busy getting from day to day. But I wouldn’t say no to a few drinks if you can recommend a bar ;)

Shit, Felix thinks, sitting inside the living room in his shared apartment. His roommate Hyunjin went out to get some late night kebab for the both of them and should return soon, maybe he will ask him for some advice.

You looked like the perfect match (quite literally) when your picture popped up on his phone screen, instantly convincing him to swipe right. That’s why he decided to text you all respectfully, which he usually does anyway, but still.

A little hint of you being a photographer made his heart beat run faster, since he’s been working in the fashion industry for some years now and he’s sure the both of you would instantly get along. The first chats being thrown back and forth, just like a ping pong match, made him crave more of your attention.

Another message from you stirs him from his daydreaming.

Y/N: also– just wanted to let you know since I don’t want to cause any confusion. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, I’ve just gotten out of a long–term relationship 

Crash. 

The sound of all his hopes falling into the abyss at lightning speed.

Felix has tried this once. The ‘nothing serious’ trope. But he would have left a zero on a 1–to–5–star scale on google if the chance was given. It didn’t quite catch his appetite and left a weird aftertaste.

So he types again.

Felix: oh– I’m sorry, I’m not really into one night stands and such 

The second guesses hit him like a train. Possibly, he should have worded it differently. It’s a real dilemma he’s got here. Ugh. Why do you have to be so beautiful, funny and overall likeable? Felix can’t remember the last time he’s been practically soaked into a conversation for two hours with a stranger from a dating–app.

He can’t give up. Not that easily. That’s his personal reason for doing something incredibly stupid.

He blames the half empty bottle of red wine on the couch table in front of him. He blames Hyunjin still waiting in line for his special favourite kebab with extra feta cheese. He blames the hopeless romantic slumbering inside of him.

Felix: but I could be your wingman lol

The message catches you off guard. You’re honest here, Felix wouldn’t have been the ideal rebound type of guy anyway. He’s way too precious for that, you can tell even after only texting for a few hours.

So, wingman it is instead. Felix must be fun to be around. He seems to be the guy to enlighten a dark room with his smile and sunshine persona. 

And you definitely need some new friends around here.

Y/N: alright, luckily we’re hiring at the moment and you’ve got the job :D the only necessary next step now is to choose a good bar spot for your first night on Friday :)

♡

Felix is even funnier in real life. You’ve clicked from the first second he’s entered the bar some hours ago and now a few drinks into the night, you almost lose touch of your initial goal.

“It’s good to not drink wine for once,” you admit, when the waitress places down your new drinks.

“Why is that? You don’t like it?” Felix asks you, leaning a bit closer to you.

“No, don’t get me wrong. It’s just– I’ve been here for a week and my roommate made me participate in wine tastings every single night.”

“Welcome to Paris.”

The clinking sound of your glasses echo through the room, as Felix keeps his eyes focused on your own, while you stare back at him before attaching your lips to the transparent object in your hand. The liquid hits your tongue before it slides down and warms your stomach.

Your vision gets filled with a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket, silver-bleached hair hiding his forehead. But still, he’s undoubtedly beautiful and mysterious at the same time. The way his legs stroll through the room, drawing attention to himself by all present guests in the bar, leaves you speechless.

There’s something about his aura, similar to a black cat, that keeps your gaze focused on this mesmerising stranger.

Felix notices it and in the blink of an eye, his upper body is turned around, admiring the man as well.

“I guess this is where the party starts, right?”

Felix words startle you, stealing you from your daydreaming.

“Uh– sorry?”

“Time to prove my skills as the perfect wingman,” Felix winks at you before emptying his beverage.

“Oh, sure– I mean, of course, only if you want to.” 

To be honest, you totally forgot about the mission the both of you have.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen this man? You shouldn’t let this opportunity slip. If you don’t want him I will take him home instead.”

Another wink is sent to you by your new friend and you chuckle while taking a sip from your drink.

As if the odds are in your favour tonight, the handsome silver haired man takes a seat next to Felix at the bar to order a drink for himself. He’s even prettier when he’s that close.

“You should try their iced margaritas. They’re out of this world,” Felix starts a conversation, keeping it on an innocent smalltalk level.

“Thanks, I guess I’ll follow your advice then.”

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to engage in a light hearted conversation. The stranger’s name turns out to be Minho, he’s teaching a dancing class in Paris. All in all, you can feel the tension between him and you and at some point you feel bad for Felix sitting between the both of you.

But your friend gets the hint, making an excuse why he has to leave earlier – possibly it’s not even a lie, he’s a busy and hard working model after all. Even though he rarely talks about it.

So that’s the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter of your life and Minho is the first guest appearance in this film you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe it’s just a cheap remake. But he’s respectful and handsome. It’ll do.

♡

The weeks and months pass by, Felix and you usually meet up during the day to eat galettes or crêpes – quickly finding out the ones with only lemon juice and sugar are your favourites! He’s helping you a lot, not only by settling in Paris but also distracting you from the pain living in your heart.

He’s so optimistic, really a living sunshine. Always scolding you for your somewhat darker persona but it’s exactly what you need. 

Felix is a busy man working as a model but he doesn’t really talk about it a lot and you don’t dare cross any boundaries, so you just enjoy his company whenever he’s with you.

In the meanwhile, his roommate, who he keeps up to date about your hopefully one day romantic platonic relationship, tries to prepare him for his awaiting heart break. Hyunjin isn’t necessarily a pessimist, rather a realist and knows his best friend all too well. Felix has been through this once before, getting his hopes up high for nothing.

But still he doesn’t want to listen to his older friend, telling him he’s not falling in love with you, knowing exactly it’s a lie.

So, like every Friday and Saturday, he finds himself sitting next to you at a random bar, trying all the shots they’re offering at this place. Until the next stranger starts talking to you, aware of the lack of tension between you and the boy next to you, taking his chance.

Even though he seems to be a somewhat decent man and you do think he’s attractive, these past bar nights you couldn’t quite find interest in any potential person. You can’t define it yet, but there’s a tiny desire that’s growing bigger and bigger with each day, hoping to spend your night with Felix, only the both of you.

It’s not even meant in a sexual way – although you’ve had some really explicit dreams this week but you’re still trying to push that thought away – you simply enjoy his company, no matter what the both of you do.

So why are you even talking to this other man?

Said man excuses himself, leaving for the bathroom and only now you realise Felix's thoughts are drifting off, he’s already scrolling through his phone, looking for the next metro connection to get home.

“Are you alright? Are you tired?” You ask.

“Tired of how this evening is going, yes,” he passive aggressively replies, his eyes staying focused on his device in his hand.

“Are you mad at me?” You speak again, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“No– this is not what I’ve meant. It’s just– all these nights end the same way. We meet up, have those comforting deep talks until a better man enters the room and you leave with him, as if you have to prove something. I don’t know.”

A scoff escapes your lips caused by his remark.

How dare he judge you like this?

“I have something to prove?”

Felix realises now he’s chosen the wrong words, even though his intention is still the same.

“Well– why are you even sleeping with half these guys, they’re not even on the same level as you are.”

What has gotten into you? The boy thinks to himself, as he prays the ground would open and swollen him.

When you don’t answer, Felix takes a sip from his drink and mumbles something under his breath, but still audible for you.

“That guy must have really broken your heart…”

Your blood starts boiling, frustration flowing through your veins, when you realise what he's said. You ignore the fact that Felix didn’t mean to hurt you intentionally.

“He cheated on me, if you want to know. With an eighteen year old college student. Over months until I caught them and he made me leave the apartment so his little fling could finally take my place. So, just let me have my freedom and cope with it my own way.”

You down the rest of your wine, smashing a twenty euro banknote on the table before you storm out of the bar.

♡

This is way more than you could have ever dreamed of. All the hard work over the past weeks finally pays off. 

When your boss announced you would spend your Sunday evening documenting an exclusive event, you were undoubtedly flabbergasted to say the least. The luxurious new hits shown to you on the rooftop of an old building, presenting you with the utmost magnificent view all over the city of Paris? There’s no universe in which you would have declined this one in a lifetime opportunity.

Still, this is a work situation. Apart from all the glittery beauty blinding your vision, you have to stay professional in front of all these people. You’re doing your best and you know it, you’ve toiled hard enough for your chance.

And now you’re finally here. You still can’t believe it. 

That’s why, tonight you won’t be drinking even a sip of alcohol, even though you wish to once you spot one of the models. Sure, they’re all beyond beautiful here and you really have to focus on your tasks, trying your best to not get distracted from all these pretty people.

But this one model, gliding like an elegant fairy over the red carpet, causes your breath to stand still and you’re sure your heart will do the same soon.

He’s quite tall, a face like a doll with a piercing gaze that shoots nowhere else than – right in your direction?!

Shit.

He’s going your way. 

Maybe you were a bit creepy with your staring. Maybe it was a bit disrespectful and unprofessional.

How could you lose focus so easily? What is wrong with you?

Say goodbye to your dream job, Y/N.

“Hey,” the handsome stranger begins, offering his right hand for you to shake as a greeting gesture. You follow suit, as your eyes stay glued onto his porcelain face. 

“You’ve taken some photos of me earlier, right?”

You hastily nod, even though you know there’s no escape anyway.

“Darling, don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong. I’ve just seen you back there and wanted to talk to you. You’re really pretty and I adore that outfit on you.”

Your mouth falls agape, whilst your head is busy nodding and trying to understand what he’s just said.

“Yeonjun.”

“Pardon?”

“My name is Yeonjun.”

You finally are able to witness his words.

“Oh– sorry. I’m Y/N,” you don’t hesitate to introduce yourself.

“You’re not from Paris, aren’t you?”

His question makes you second guess yourself for a moment, the insecurities already kicking in.

“No, no. I moved here a few months ago. It shows, doesn’t it?”

Yeonjun smiles at your shyness that he mistakes for modesty.

“Not certainly. You’re just not the typical stuck up person I usually find at those events.”

This is the beginning of an interesting night. 

Maybe Yeonjun will be able to get your mind off of the fight with Felix that’s still haunting your inner thoughts – and all those other little feelings.

♡

Even though he wouldn’t trade his job for anything, today has been more exhausting than usual. Maybe it’s the importance of this gala, maybe it’s his thoughts running in circles, occupied with different issues. The different issues being you.

After your last night out, when he’s helped you yet again finding a prey for the night, Felix has come to the conclusion he can’t continue this that much longer. Of course, he values your friendship unlike anything else in this world. But his feelings are oddly painful these days.

It’s like he can feel the scent of your perfume lingering wherever he goes. Every tiny detail in this city reminds him of the time you’ve spent together.

And the fact you’re enjoying his company so much, sacrificing most of your free days for meeting him, messes with his head. Well, at least up until your fight a few days ago.

He’s clinging onto all the ‘what if’ situations.

What if it isn’t platonic after all?

What if there’s a tiny chance you like him back?

And even if you’re not ready yet, he respects your boundaries after all – what if there’s a tiny piece of hope this could be something?

But he’s convinced it doesn’t matter anyway. He lost his chance two days ago at the bar, making that insensitive comment unintentionally – of course, that’s no excuse. Even without your background story, it would have been harmful. You don’t say shit like this to friends.

Hyunjin advised him to put some rest and silence to your relationship, giving you a bit of space to rethink the whole situation. After all, his best friend predicted this huge dilemma weeks ago. But he’s no person telling him ‘I’ve told you so’. Instead, he stays at Felix’s side tonight, almost clinging to him like a little child even though the other one needs to be protected.

Felix does stupid things when he gets emotional. Especially when he’s emotional because of his romantic feelings. Hyunjin can already sense his roommate getting drunk tonight, making a scene in front of all the other models until he ends up crying in a bathroom stall, dialling your number, provided he manages to unlock his phone.

But Hyunjin is a good friend. And he doesn’t shy away from speaking the truth. 

“Man, come on,” the taller one says while softly laying his hand on the younger one's shoulder. “How about we talk to some people around here, hm? I’ve heard Yeonjun will be here. We haven’t seen him in ages.”

Felix nods at the suggestion, letting the other lead the way as they walk around to find their friend. Hyunjin immediately spots his target once they head inside the venue. But he halts in place. The demise is near. 

Yeonjun is standing there, in the middle of the room with none other than you. His hands gently lay on your hip and there’s no sign of avoidance in your body language. Instead, you lean closer to allow him to whisper whatever in your ear.

“You know– maybe we should get another drink first,” Hyunjin suddenly interrupts and changes the route. Felix toddles behind him, until he senses the change of atmosphere.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

Hyunjin is caught between playing angel or devil, unsure how to handle the situation. But he’s sworn to himself to always be honest to his best friend.

And he’s not the one to decide if the truth hurts.

“Yeonjun is here. With Y/N. They’re flirting but I might mistake it, maybe they’re just talking.”

Felix swallows a limp that has been built up inside his throat, while his eyes flicker through the room. With the help of his friend spinning him around, he’s now able to witness the spectacle.

Without hesitation, he downs his champagne at once, completely ignoring that the glass was filled to the brim mere seconds ago. Hyunjin wants to stop him, desperately grabbing him by the wrist but Felix just shushes him away.

“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.

Before even being able to reach his destination, Yeonjun is already aware of his presence. 

“Hey, Felix, how’s it going? Long time no see.”

He’s trying to keep it on the down low, making a scene in front of all these important people and cameras would be the worst thing for his career.

“I’m fine. Thanks. You know Y/N?” He asks then, realising just now you haven’t said anything yet.

But you don’t know what exactly. Some hours ago, you suspected it’s him, when you spotted the familiar face but you’re here for your job after all. Although, you're finished with your tasks for tonight. You just simply didn’t know how to approach him and if it was appropriate in general.

“Oh, you know each other?” Yeonjun asks now, slightly tilting his head as he points at you. “Yeah, we’re friends,” you admit.

“Yeah, friends.”

You don’t know where he’s getting that attitude from – that’s exactly what you are. Friends. Sure, you’ve thought about Felix in a romantic way before (after all you met on a dating platform) but since your expectations and principles are so far away from each other, you’ve dropped the hopes a long time ago. Plus, he basically friendzoned himself.

But, well – is this idea possibly outdated? Are you really still holding onto that lifestyle? Going to bars and clubs on the weekend just to find a mediocre looking guy for the night?

You’re clearly not. Especially not after the past few nights and particularly the last one.

The other night, when that man left for the bathroom, right before Felix made this comment, you were ready to dump the other guy and just stay there with Felix. He looked so ethereal and even though he always does, he did especially on Friday. It was also the first time in a while you haven’t had the utmost amount of alcohol as you usually have. You were simply enjoying your friend’s company.

And the worst part is – you don’t like that type of tense atmosphere between your friend and you. You don’t like it at all. 

“You really did that?” Yeonjun looks at you, giggling a bit. Only now you realise you’ve zoned out for quite some time so you ask him to repeat his question. In contrary to his initial plan, Felix decided not to make a scene.

Still, you try to catch a glimpse from time to time, just wanting to look at Felix’s face. The other interlocutor notices you’re being absent and he respects that. From his neutral perspective he perceives the unspoken issues between the both of you, so he doesn’t push further. Even though he enjoyed your presence.

“So…” you start once Yeonjun is out of sight, hiding your hands in your dress pants pockets. 

“How are you?” Felix asks first, always the gentleman.

“Well, fine career wise. I’m so glad about this opportunity,” you reply, knowing this is not what he was talking about.

“That’s not what I meant.”

His eyes are searching for any concession in your face, but you’re just staring at your shoes.

“I’m sad. I’m tired. I’m furious about what you said, if I’m honest,” you admit, keeping your gaze fixated on the marble floor.

“Yeah, I’m deeply sorry about that. It was never my intention to hurt you.” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. “Maybe it was just my way of getting back at you.”

Why did he add that last sentence? Felix, what are you doing?

“Okay. Alright. Don’t remember when you had a reason to be mad at me but if that’s the case maybe we should end this,” you say – his words were your final straw.

But Felix doesn’t quite comprehend why you’re the one playing the role of the drama queen again.

“End what exactly?!” The volume of his voice increases now but it’s not loud enough to make other people suspicious. “Me following you around those bars every weekend like a dumb puppy just for you to find a guy who’s half decent enough for you so you allow him to fuck you?!”

He can’t be real.

“What the fuck is your problem, Felix?”

Your words almost drown out his own now, as you feel your blood boiling.

“You are my problem. No– you being so dense not to realise why I’m mad and why I can’t keep doing this.”

Are you supposed to smell what he’s referring to here?!

“You could have just told me. We do plenty of other cool stuff throughout the day. Don’t you appreciate that?” You ask him back, hoping to turn the whole atmosphere around.

“I do, Y/N, I appreciate every second spent with you. But I’m tired of being treated like a boyfriend, showing you all the stuff in this city, going out for breakfast, lunch and dinner just so you can sleep in another man’s bed.”

Ouch. That hurt. And not in a way that it hurts you in particular, but you’re finally realising now that you’re the villain. How must he have felt over all these weeks and months?

“It’s not your fault. It’s more that I’m mad at myself for doing this. It was a mistake from the beginning. I’m sorry,” is all he says before leaving the venue.

♡

You’re glad your boss has no problem with you leaving already, after all you’ve done an excellent job throughout the whole evening. Picking all your belongings – almost forgetting your umbrella in the process – you rush out of the venue and head towards the next metro station.

Felix is ahead of you, even though you can’t see him but you know the route by heart. You almost stumble over your own feet when walking down the slippery stairs, the sign reading ‘Arts et Métiers’. Unluckily, the train goes off right before your very nose, making you wait another five minutes.

Once you finally reach his apartment, the building’s entrance slightly agape, you run up the stairs before you knock at the wooden front door.

Visibly caught off guard, he allows you to enter. He’s still dressed in the black clothing from earlier, his long dark hair laying on his shoulder, while he sips some water. That’s definitely what he needs right now after all the champagne Hyunjin wasn’t able to hide from him.

“Why are you here?” He asks, handing you a glass of tap water as well. You chug down half of the liquid at once, before smashing the item on his kitchen counter, a loud ‘thud’ echoing through his studio apartment.

“I–“ you start, until you realise you followed him without a proper plan. “I don’t know.”

“That’s all you ever say. You don’t know.”

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to gather some strength. “Yes. I don’t know what I want. I’m just confused, alright? I like you, I like you a lot, okay? My heart broke a little when you referred to us as friends, even though I’ve never made a move on you.”

Gaze glued to the floor again, just like earlier at the gala, you don’t notice Felix walking towards you.

“Then what’s stopping you? Why are you hiding?” He gladly asks, keeping the conversation going even though you’re not prepared in the slightest for his question.

“Lix– I’ve told you I’m not interested in something serious.”

Why did you even come to his place when it’s all the same shit excuses you always use?

“You’re just afraid of getting hurt again, that’s all. We don’t even have to be something serious right from the start. But at least give me a chance.”

Why is he still so kind and considerate when you were the one unintentionally playing mind games and keeping him waiting for you?

“Okay– yeah I am, I admit it. I’m fucking terrified,” you finally manage to be honest with him.

“I know it’s hard to trust after what you’ve been through but there’s no reason to get suspicious or scared whenever you’re with me. Has there ever been an occasion I made you feel uncomfortable?”

No, there hasn’t. Not even when he said the things two days ago. Even then, you understood his reasons. You feel so safe around him, if not the safest you’ll ever feel.

“I’ve always felt secure with you. Also– fuck it,” you decide, knowing there’s no going back now anyway, “deep down I was praying for you to make a move on me. At one point I just thought you weren’t interested.”

Felix looks at you with big eyes, unsure where you’re going with your confession.

“I have to be honest now. The past weeks– these dudes at the bar, I didn’t go home with them. I was hoping for you to get jealous and take me to your place– it’s stupid I know.”

He scoffs, before leaning closer to you, caging you between the counter behind you and his body, as he places his hands right next to you on the stone surface.

“Fucking stupid,” he whispers in your ear and lets goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

You simply gulp, desperately hoping for him to make the next move. Apparently Felix is able to read your mind, as he smashes his lips onto yours with the utmost passion, until you’re almost unable to breathe. His mouth dances with yours, tingling strings of desire are shooting through your veins, as he captures your face with his hands.

You lose track of time, you can’t tell if it’s been seconds, minutes or hours that he’s been kissing you, but his lips feel so good against yours that you don’t complain. The movements deepen, as he pulls you closer to him, his hands trailing down your body until they pass your hips and land on the backside of your thighs. 

Grabbing your legs, he helps you sit on the counter, whilst his mouth never leaves yours. He’s kissing you as if you’re his oxygen and you return that desire. Until his lips disconnect from yours, a string of saliva still keeps the both of you together, similar to how you’re staring into each other’s eyes.

But his gaze flickers down soon, right before he attaches his mouth to your neck, making his way down until your clothing prevents him from continuing speaking his preferred language of love. In the blink of an eye, he’s opened the blouse, taking his time, as he places a kiss on your chest for each button he’s freed. 

“Does this feel good, angel?” Felix makes sure, once he looks up at you for a second. 

“Yes– please keep going.”

“Such a good girl.”

To get better access, you get rid of the fabric completely, as the black silk meets the floor and your bralette follows soon, landing on top of it. Breasts now on full display, Felix works his way towards his target – one of your sensitive buds – as his hand is busy massaging the other one.

Your head falls back in pleasure and for a second you’re afraid of losing balance over your body. The feeling sharpens, when his free hand travels between your legs, gently brushing your clothed core through the thick fabric.

“Don’t tease,” you speak, when his fingers slowly slide into the belt loops of your trousers, pulling them down in one swift motion.

“Trying to give me instructions now? After you’ve waited for me to make the first move?” Felix chuckles, before getting back to work. His fingers brush over your lace, making your whole body shiver once you realise how soaked the fabric is and he laughs again when he notices.

“Can’t believe you were trying to make me jealous with all these men, sweetheart, when you already know you belong to me.”

That possessive side of him arouses you even more than you would have ever expected and he catches it, catches you being helpless, when he grazes over your heat again. The sensation spreads through your whole body and you’re getting impatient now.

“Felix– enough with the teasing,” you order or rather try to do so. 

“You’re such a brat. Throwing yourself at all those guys who aren’t even half good enough for you just to get some reactions out of me and now you’re the one trying to give instructions?”

“N-No– I-I wasn’t–” you stutter.

“Shut up now, before I change my mind. I’m still mad at you for treating me like that when you’ve liked me back all this time as well. But it’s your lucky day, darling, maybe the following punishment will get some sense into you.”

There’s no moment to question what he’s doing, when a long stripe meets your bundle of nerves, Felix’s saliva mixing together with your wetness that’s leaking through the fabric.

“Can’t wait to find out how you taste,” he says before sliding down the last remaining piece of clothing – and pride – that you have left. He gets up from his current position for a second, as his eyes lock with yours.

“Open,” he orders, while his fingers brush over your mouth. You decide to follow suit this time, as you part your lips and allow him entrance. Your tongue circles around his digits, as you grab his wrist for better stability. While your gaze holds onto that innocent image, he keeps staring at you with pure lust.

After he’s pulled out his fingers, he captures your lips for another kiss, while, simultaneously, his hand makes its way down again. For better access you spread your legs a little wider, presenting him where you need him the most. Felix immediately gets aware of your wishes, that’s why he doesn’t hesitate and glides his fingers over your wetness.

“Please–“ you cry out and he’s decided he’s done with teasing, finally. The sensations drawn on your bundle of nerves instantly floods your whole body, each and every vein by now possessed with that satisfying feeling he’s donating.

His lips find their way to your neck again, but they aren’t a guest of continuity. Kisses land on your chest next, before they wander down and travel to your breasts again – all while Felix pushes a single finger inside your tight walls, making you clench around him in eagerness.

He pulls out again, just to add another one right after, before he starts with a slow pace, thrusting in and out of you.

“Look at you, what a good girl. Finally being honest and allowing me to make you feel good. You should regret the day you friendzoned me.”

You moan out in pleasure, even though you know he’s not entirely right with his statement. So, beside all the overwhelming feeling, you still manage to stand your ground.

“‘t was you– it was you who friendzoned himself.”

Suddenly feeling empty, you realise he’s pulled his digits out again. “What was that?” Felix asks, his strict staring burning holes into your skull.

“You– you were the one to decline my offer when we matched on that app.”

A stinging sensation spreads through your whole body, when Felix slaps your pussy, visibly done with your behaviour.

“Even though you’re correct, angel, you were the one making me jealous when you could have just already admitted your true feelings,” he says, as his jaw clenches in slight frustration.

Why do you have to be such a brat about this?

“Are you gonna talk the whole night or are you finally gonna fuck me?” You ask, playing with the hem of his button shirt. Felix scoffs at your question, while he lowers his body until he’s on eye level with your glistening cunt.

“You’ve just caused me to decide to take my time with you, darling.” He winks at you before continuing his initial task, as his fingers spread your folds but this time he attaches his mouth.

“Fuck– Lix, please,” you cry out, not quite sure what you’re begging for exactly. But at this point you don’t even care anymore – you’d let him do anything to you, as long as he’s making you feel good, worshipping your body.

Felix hums against your wetness and his kitten licks collect your sweet juices, while his fingers expertly slide into your heat again.

You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, one of your hands keeping you balanced on the kitchen counter, the other one playing with his hair and guiding Felix’s movements.

The familiar feeling welcomes you again, the rope in your lower stomach threatening to tighten, practically on the verge of snapping.

“Right there,” you scream, when he finds that spot inside you, his finger’s pace increasing while the dance of his tongue never changes the rhythm.

And then it hits you. White stars fill your vision, as you tip over the edge for the first time of that night, repeating Felix’s name like a mantra. He helps you ride out your high, until you come back to your senses – at least somewhat.

“You’ve done so good, angel,” he praises you and you’re sure you’re about to melt if he’ll call you by this name again. “How about we continue this on the bed, hm?”

You nod at his idea, a soft smile decorating your face. But that’s simply not enough for him.

“Words, baby,” he instructs.

“Felix– please–“ you whine.

“Please what? You’ve gotta tell me what you wish for.”

It’s all fun and games for him. He’s enjoying this a bit too much but can you blame him?

“Please– just fuck me already.”

He could just give in at this point. But he’s not ready yet.

“Are you sure, darling? Want me to fuck you, hm? Not one of those guys from the bar?”

You groan, not believing he’s playing with you like that.

“No, Felix, I only want you. It’s been only you all along.”

Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabs you by your thighs again, before he walks the both of you to his bed.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Your back softly hits the coverlet, the comfy cushion feeling gentle against your naked skin. As you’re making yourself comfortable, Felix gets rid of his clothes as well, tired of all the waiting.

“Wow,” is all you’re able to let out once you see him without any fabric hiding his body. You’ve never expected him to have such an athletic figure even though you shouldn’t be surprised – he’s a successful model after all.

Now of all time, he gets a bit shy at your indirect compliment. His cheeks shimmer in the sweetest shade of red but once he observes you laying there, all eager for him as you spread your legs, your fingertip sliding over your lower lip just before you grab one of your breasts in an attempt of seduction, he’s back at it again.

Positioning himself right between your legs, one of his arms balancing his body weight on top of you, the other one busy stroking his veiny cock, he starts teasing your entrance. Juices mix together, as he spreads them over his length before slowly pushing in.

Felix takes his time with you, making sure you have enough time to adjust to him filling you to the brim. Once you’ve communicated you’re ready, he starts thrusting into you.

Starting with a not so fast pace, his eyes lock with yours again. One of his hands caresses your cheeks, before he places a kiss on your mouth, none of his movements ever stopping.

Slightly changing the angle by laying one of your legs over his shoulder, he succeeds to brush that spot again. You hold onto the headboard for dear life, as he keeps pounding into you without any mercy.

“S-so– fuck,” you cry out, only mindless babble leaving your lips by now, making the man towering above you chuckle in success. 

“Darling, are you already too fucked out to speak? Fucked dumb from my cock?”

You still somehow manage to nod, as a satisfied smile decorates your face.

“Who’s making you feel that good?”

You really want to answer his question, you’re done with teasing by now, you really are. But it’s so hard to follow this simple task when your mind only revolves around how deep he’s burying his length inside you.

“You– only you,” is the maximum of syllables you’re able to breathe out, almost inaudible for Felix.

But it’s enough for him.

It’s enough affirmation and beside that he can’t keep going any longer either.

Especially, when he brings his fingers to your clit again, drawing circles just like he did earlier, and you moan at the top of your lungs, he feels himself getting closer to his own relief again.

“Felix– please,” you beg without having any clue what you’re asking for in specific. At this point, Felix just keeps going with his thrust, trying to outbid you with the volume of his voice, when your name leaves his lips yet another time.

“Close– please,” you mumble, shutting your eyes close as you feel tears run free. Felix swipes them away by placing a soft kiss on your cheek while, internally, losing his mind because of the view of your helplessness.

“G-Go on, baby, I’ve got you.”

And so you do. A second later, the feeling in your lower belly starts spreading through your whole body again, this time much more intense than the first one.

As your walls tighten, Felix senses his climax is in reach as well, so at the last moment he pulls out, spilling his seeds all over your stomach. Once he’s milked his cock all empty, the last remaining drop landing on your soft skin, he collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck, we really should have done this sooner,” you admit some minutes later, when you’re both a bit calmer again.

“I told you so.”

You chuckle at his sentence.

“But you know what? We’ve got all time now to make up for it.”

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╰┈➤ WEAR THIS.🎀

╰┈➤ STOP YOUR CAR

╰┈➤ DID YOU NEED ME🎀

╰┈➤ EVEN IN MY SLEEP🔥

╰┈➤ "What's the magic word baby" 🔥

╰┈➤ "Forget the song...focus on your health" 🌦🎀

╰┈➤ "IT JUST SLIPPED" 🎀

╰┈➤ CAN I TOUCH THEM PLEASE.🎀

╰┈➤ FOR ME 🎀🔥

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How about sub virgin (never masturbated so like no sexual experience at all ) ,she / her pronouns or my name eastleigh , 18 college freshman and the boys are still famous idols and my best friends . Dom hyunjin and Dom Felix and I don't realize that they like me like that until I go on my first date and they get jealous and they are waiting for me in my apartment when I get home from the date and they see him give me my first kiss and gets extremely jealous and it gets really smutty and their nickname they call me is babygirl and I call them both oppa before the smut and they make me call them daddy during it sorry if it's to descriptive

A/N: This is my first time doing a threesome so I hope yall like it. I would like to thank @eastleighsblog for sending this request. On that note, feel free to give out any requests or questions! (╯3╰)

《Oppa to Daddy》

[Skz Hyunjin and Skz Felix, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Dom! Hyunjin x Dom! Felix x Sub virgin fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You were away from home for your first date, cancelling your after school plans with Hyunjin and Felix. How would the boys react after seeing the person they like got kissed by someone else?

"Ringggg!!" After class was over, Felix skipped over to you with a bright smile on his face. "Y/n~!" He beamed. "Where do you want to hang out with me and Hyunjin today?"

"Oh...uhh...actually I have to take a rain check. I have plans with someone else, sorry Oppa!" You stuttered.

"What?! Who else do you hang out with other than us, popular idols and childhood friends of yours?" Hyunjin immediately appeared beside you and frowned at your sudden cancellation of their plans. "Y/n! Are you ready for our date?" A voice called out to you. You walked towards him and blushed hard as you fiddled with your fingers, "Y-Yes...what do you have in mind to do?" Unseen by the two, Felix looked over at his childhood friend in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. "Who is that guy? What is he even doing? Tryna hit on my girl?"

"Ah! That's a good idea, Jack!" You happily took Jack's hand, stood up and collected your school bag. "Let's go, Jack!" Jack, your date, giggled as he followed after you, squeezing your hand in the process. After both of you leave the classroom, Felix furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion. "Sonething smells fishy and I don't like it," he muttered to himself. "Hyunjin, did you see how y/n behaves around him? All flustered and acting pretty. She doesn't do that around us!"

Hyunjin nodded his head in approval and spoke curtly, "It's the dude's fault…I know there's something funny going on."

A few hours later into the late evening, Felix was walking around in circles, worried as you had never been out for so long by yourself, let alone with someone else. "Felix, calm down...stop worrying yourself out, let's just call her again!" Hyunjin felt frustrated which was very different from his usual self. Despite Hyunjin's remark, Felix kept on walking around. Seeing Felix's unsettling behaviour, Hyunjin sighed and was about to give in to the idea of dialling you. Just then, they heard a faint voice outside your apartment. Not one, but two.

"Y/n," Jack said softly, gazing at you with love and devotion. "I really enjoyed today." That served as the cue for you to approach your partner. "So do I, Jack," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. "It was an amazing first date. Thank you for asking me out, Jack."

"Then can I…y/n?" Jack traced his thumb over your bottom lip as he leaned closer towards you. "Yes," you said.

"Huh?" Felix and Hyunjin stared at the you and Jack with a confused expression, both eyebrows rising with apprehension. "Don't tell me they're gonna..." Jack responded to you with a quick peck on the lips. The kiss was light yet fluttering and Felix and Hyunjin's eyes widened when they saw their crush having her first kiss stolen by someone not them. All of a sudden, the door opened. You being startled by the sound of the door, pulled away from Jack's embrace and found yourself looking at your childhood friends.

Felix and Hyujin revealed themselves at your doorstep. Felix pulled you towards his chest and spoke in an alluring voice, "Babygirl, you never tell me that we're having guests over at our house now...if I've known, I would've prepared~" Hyunjin put his arm around your shoulder and remarked, "That's right, Babygirl. Are you trying to be a bad girl? If so, we have to punish you."

Jack stood dumbfounded on the ground and only regained his senses after a moment. "Hey, who are you? Don't you know that you're disturbing my date with y/n?"

"Hmm...Babygirl, did you not tell our beloved guest that you're taken?" Felix emphasised on the word "taken" intentionally. "W-What?" Jack had a questioning look on his face. "Omg seriously, do we have to spell it out for you?! We're her B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D-S."

"Now that you have a wake up call, can you scram? You fourth party trying to ruin our relationship with y/n!" Hyunjin hollered at the top of his lungs. With no hesitation, Jack disappeared right in front of your eyes.

Once you stepped into your bedroom, you shouted," Oppa!!! What are you doing? You just shooed my date away!!"

"Y/n, stop shouting, we're literally beside you." Hyunjin sighed. "You're ours, y/n! Don't you understand that we like you? Seeing someone else kiss you...I-I hate that-" Felix choked at his words and his face turned green with jealousy at the thought of you doing anything with Jack. "What? How can you both even like me? You're too good for me. I can't-" Felix's response to your words simply came in the form of a confident, deep lip lock. The kiss was so soothing and passionate and your eyes widened when you felt his tongue come into play with yours.

"Mm…ahh…Oppa~"

"No need to worry, Babygirl, leave it all to me." Felix whispered as he slowly lowered his hand below your skirt. "And don't call me Oppa, call me Daddy instead~" You let out a soft moan when you felt two fingers prodding under your skirt. You whimpered, sighing out "Ahhn~! D-Daddy! Not so…"

"Oh my, my, my, Babygirl~" Felix said, smiling with mirth and affection, still moving his dexterous fingers under your skirt. "You're this wet already? That's sexy~"

"No, Da-Daddy ahn~! That's not it…ahhn!" Your eyes widened and your knees trembled at Felix's dual personality. "It's alright," Felix whispered before kissing you again. "Relax, I've got you~" He cooed into your neck, holding you steady with his free arm around your back. "S-Slow down…I can't…Daddy~ Ahhn!" You moaned at the intense way your womanhood was played with his fingers. "Daddy! I'm gonna…ahhn!" Felix hovered his lips over your neck, leaving kisses on your throat. "Let it out, babygirl. I believe you can do it."

You clutchesd onto Felix's shoulders like your life depended on it as you feel an orgasm tear through you, soaking Felix's fingers in your womanly fluids. You cried out loudly, "Ahhn! I'm comming, Daddy! I'm comming!" Holding you gently and with stability to let you come off your high, Felix removed his hand slowly, now covered in cum, bringing it up to his face to lick it all off, turning to you, panting with half-lidded eyes, "Thanks for the meal, Babygirl~"

"What's wrong, Babygirl~?" Felix asked with a cheeky grin. You responded with heavy breaths, "I've never...haaah...masturbated...this is new to me."

"You did well for a first time, Babygirl. You enjoyed yourself, right~?" Felix said, pulling you down to the bed with him. "Let's have more fun with Hyunjin, shall we?"

"Wait, it's not over yet?!" You jolted up in shock, eyes comically wide. "I don't think I should do this...more like I can't. We're not even together and besides, I'm a virgin, you guys won't enjoy doing it with me." You ranted, making air quotations for "virgin". "Calm down, Babygirl," Hyunjin urged you, sitting down on the space next to you on the bed. "Who cares if you're a vrigin or not, that has nothing to do with the fact that we like you and would like to be your first."

"Unless you don't want to do it with us..." Felix's voice became softer and softer, as if predicting the worst response you would say. "NONONO I-I-I WANT TO DO IT WITH YOU...IN FACT BOTH OF YOU...it's just...I'm scared." The sudden rise in your volume caught Felix and Hyunjin off guard. Hyunjin wrapped an arm around you as he gazed lovingly at you. "Well, we're heartened to know that that you feel the same as us. Besides, we can teach you the ropes about making love, right Felix?"

"Sure, Hyunjin. After all, who wouldn't like to see such a pretty girl blushing and hear her heavenly moans~" A mischievous smile appeared on Felix's face, speaking volume. "You should've seen your face just now, so erotic...turning us on..."

"What?! I'm not a pervert! That's so not true!" You denied while your face burned with a blush. Felix giggled, leaning into your back. "Oh, Babygirl. Ain't honest with yourself, aren't you~?" Hyunjin chuckled at your attempt to justify yourself and did nothing to stop Felix from teasing you. "Why won't you believe me! Come on, Hyunjin, not you too!" You pouted and blushed adorably. As fast as the speed of light, Hyunjin flashed behind you to cup and rub your breasts. "Why don't we start from here~?" He purred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine while Felix giggled by your side.

"D-Daddy, what do you think you're-Ahn!~" You jumped at Hyunjin's intense groping. "Stop it!"

"Hm...what did you just call me, Babygirl? Not so innocent of you, aren't you? Looks like you love this~" Hyunjin watched your face contort in pleasure and excitement. "St-Stop, Hyunjinnn-ah!" You stuttered, feeling your legs shaking and your "walls" start to crack. "Don't be so rough with them…ahnn!"

"I can't help it~!" Hyunjin said, happily rubbing your cute, perky breasts. "Your breasts are so soft and adorable, tempting me to just grab them so hard." Felix came over and kneeled down by your front, gorgeous blue glimmering with mischief and affection. "Now, let's check what's down here~!" You quivered as he looked down at you in shock, knowing what he's about to do. "Ahn! N-No! Daddy, don't! Please! Ahnn~!" There's no stopping Felix. He lifted your skirt and dived in, giving a few good, long licks to the your panty-covered crotch, your lacy black panties clearly wet.

"St-Stooop it…you two…ah~!" You moaned, feeling your resistance and defenses crumbling to dust as Hyunjin's playful, skilled hands digged deeper into your top and rubbed your breasts more. "Ahhhn…please…"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Babygirrrl~?" Hyunjin purred with a smile, gently licking the side of your neck.

"Ahnn! No, I don't! No, I-I'm not…please make it stop!"

Hyunjin and Felix pulled away for a moment, exchanged knowing looks and then turned back to their childhood friend.

"Then, we'll have to up the game~!"

With that, both of them pushed you on your back on the bed and Felix jumped on you, pressing his sweet, soft lips onto your delicate, shy ones.

"Mmmph! D-Daddy…what are you-?! Mmm…!"

"Mmm…you're so sweet Babygirl~"

You winced at the intense kiss, pulling away panting for air. "Daddy, please…I-! Mm…ah!" Your legs were shaking uncontrollably from the sheer passion and heat in kiss Felix was giving you, which made Hyunjin smile with pride and satisfaction, seeing his childhood friend work his magic on you.

"Now, it's my turn!" Hyunjin quickly went down to your sweet pussy, putting two fingers inside your soaked panties. You cried out and then, moaned into Felix's kiss, gasping with passion every break you got from the boy's lips. "Babygirl…" Felix said softly, slowly stripping off your top, exposing your cute, strapless bra, which he admired for just a second before removing it.

"Felix…Hyunjin…you meanies!" You whined, arching your back, feeling Hyunjin's skillful fingers rub under your skirt again. "Ahnnn! Ahn...ahnn! Hyunjin, don't do it…so hard!"

"Who is Felix and Hyunjin! We're your Daddies~" Hyunjin purred before leaning over to give your sweet womanhood a few good licks.

A good few minutes passed, filled with your moans as Felix gave playful nips at your breasts and just caressed them with glee while Hyunjin does his thing between your legs.

"Daddies! I…I think I'm gonna…ahnn! I'm about to cum!" You whined loudly.

Eventually, Hyunjin and Felix's teamwork sent you over the edge, letting the girl's scream of pleasure fill their ears. Afterwards, Hyunjin and Felix share a heartwarming, long hug as a reward for their good work on their friend while you panted hard, getting your breath back. Tears prickles your eyes.

"Y-You…you idiots!" You shouted with a harsh glare. "How could you two be so…so cruel?!"

Hyunjin and Felix turned to their childhood friend, their eyes widening and worry washing over them, suddenly fearing they went too far, seeing you on the brink of tears.

"W-What do you mean, Babygirl?" Hyunjin asked with utter conern, kneeling by his childhood friend's side, not knowing what to do. "What did we do to hurt you…?"

You sniffled as you wiped your tears, yet more, rebellious droplets are quick to replace the tears you wiped away.

"Y-You two have been busy with idol work! I know you have! And that makes me feel left out and not wanted anymore! Since you two came back after a long hiatus from school, you just barged into my life like you want, reunite with me and trying to pretend you kept in contact with me during your hiatus, as if you're not at fault at all…and then chase away my date tonight!" You began to sob again, burying your face in your hands, shielding your friends from the sight of yourself in tears. "D-Don't you…care about my feelings anymore?"

Felix reacted the quickest, placing a comforting, reassuring hand on your sholder. "Of course we do, Babygirl! We care about you a lot! I'm sorry we've not been in contact with you all this time! Hyunjin and I…we just…"

"Babygirl, you're right! Felix and I have been so…well…preoccupied with work, we…we're sorry, please forgive us!" Hyunjin was on the brink of tears himself. You can hear your friends' true feelings and feel their regrets, trusting their words and their tears. You calm down, wiping away the last of your tears. You looked at your two childhood friends and hugged them both tightly.

"Hyunjin, Felix…I've wanted to say this too long…I like you. I like you both so much…but…I don't know if it's even possible to love two people…and I have no idea how that can even work…I was afraid, so afraid. It may well be impossible for three people to love each other, so I just kept quiet about it. I'm sorry, Hyunjin, Felix…"

Hyunjin and Felix smile at their dearest friend, each boy caressing one of your soft, warm, blushing cheeks.

"We're glad you like both of us," Hyunjin said. "Because we like you too!"

Your heart melted and your eyes started to tear up again at their confession, causing Felix to embrace you and Hyunjin to cheer.

"Happy ending!" Hyunjin replied with a lyrical chime, a beaming smile and a kiss on one cheek. "There's no need to worry about loving two people. As long as you love those people very much and they love you just as much, then it IS possible."

With the air clear, now with all of your clothing off, the three of you are on your bed, picking up where yall left off. All three of you were kneeling on the soft, warm sheet, Hyunjin was kissing you while Felix was behind you, working his magic on your glistening womanhood, his fingers lathered in your love juices.

"Ahnn…yes! Right there…feels good" You moaned, caught in utter pleasure, sandwiched between your beautiful friends.

"Babygirl…" Hyunjin kissed you on the lips once again, your eager tongues caressing each other while Felix moved his face from the back of your head and neck to lick the side of your neck and then, descended down your well-shaped back. Then, his hands made their way up from your womanhood to your nice, perky breasts and give them a good, hard rub.

"Ahnn~!" You whined in surprise to then, scold your beloved friend. "Daddy!"

"I can't help it, Babygirl~" Felix whispered alluringly in your ear, making you quiver. "Your breasts are too cute to just leave them alone~"

"Why are you like this? You know I-D-Daddy?! What are you…-?! Ahn!"

Hyunjin's fingers were quick to pick up where Felix's left off, as they easily slide deep into your pussy again. "Sorry Babygirl~! I'm so greedy for some more of these juices of yours…" He then went down again to add his eager, expert lips to his fingers on your womanhood, humming with desire for his friend in the process. Felix smiled wide with affection and he cradled your head on his shoulder after you threw your head back at the intense pleasure.

"Daddy…n-no…I think…I…I'm cumming again! I'm gonna cum!"

And just like that, the sensations are just too much for you, letting out a final scream of bliss.

"Sorry Babygirl...we can't control ourselves any longer..." Both Felix and Hyunjin pumped their hot and red cock with their hands, warming it up for the next stage. You were laid out on the bed on all fours, your pussy and butthole revealed for both of them to see clearly. Felix positioned his cock at your butthole while Hyunjin readied to penetrate his cock into your pussy.

"P-Please be gentle with me...Daddies~" The excitement level hit the roof and you felt goosebumps all over your body. With no warning, continous whines poured out from your mouth at the intense lovemaking. Your head was spinning, your pussy felt full, your butt was rising in temperature.

"AHNNN AHNN AHN~~~" You covered your mouth instantaneously at the pornogrpahic sound you made. You never knew that you were capable of producing this type of sound.

"Babygirl...hah...don't cover your mouth"

"Haah~ We want to hear more of those heavenly music..."

You released your hand and twiddled your nipples with your hand. That action was it. It was all it took for your womanly fluids and their semen to come rushing out, staining your duvet and pillows.

After a few minutes after that earth-shattering orgasm, all three of you lie on your bed, panting hard from what yall did tonight, reveling in the warm, peaceful afterglow. You were panting the hardest while the other two cradled your exhausted, beautiful body between them. You slowly opened your eyes to look at them and their loving smiles. "Hyunjin…Felix…" You turned back and forth between the two, smiling alongside them, a smile full of relief, affection and peace. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."

The other two heartthrobs in love leaned in and kissed you on each cheek.

"No, y/n. Thank you for giving us both your first time," Hyunjin and Felix speaked in unison with gratitude and love.

~The end~

shirtless felix is my roman empire right now and my brain is thinking thoughts…. so here we go

SKZ Felix | smutty thoughts incoming | MDNI

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. felix on your bed, wrists bruising a bit from the cuffs restricting him from touching you. his cock, thicker than average, is already painfully erect begging for any type of release… and felix— begging for you. “please… fuck—just touch me please, please, please” he cries. music to your ears as your tongue swirls one more time over his sensitive nipple. you straddle him and slowly put him inside you. felix’s eyes roll back as his cock finally gets to be swallowed by your warm, wet cunt. deep groans escape his lips as you bonce over his cock again and again. his back arches in an attempt to take one of your nipples into his desperate mouth, but you stop him. he knows better, he is not allowed to touch you right now. without breaking eye contact with him , you continue to fuck yourself onto his needy cock until you are close to your high. his cock twitching inside you tells you he is close too, so you pinch his nipples. “fuck i’m cuming— fuck, please… i—i— please, yes, fuck, fuck fuuuuuuck!” and you cum with him as he fills you with his seed. praises falling for your lips as you see a fucked out felix with tears in his eyes. your perfect little angel.

SKZ Felix hard thoughts

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

you voted for an obsessed!felix and I shall deliver…

obsessed!felix will speak of you to the members at least 6 times in the span of an hour… “oooh someone likes somebodyyyy” chan would tease, and the precious little sunshine will roll his eyes

obsessed!felix who at first tries to hide that he is (very) into you, but his nervous laugh and curious eyes get the best of him when you’re close

obsessed!felix who just needs to see you one more time before touring, so instead of sleeping as instructed, he sneaks out to spend the night with you

obsessed!felix who video calls you late at night when he’s on tour because he can’t sleep without looking at you because “you are so beautiful, everything you do is perfect, my darling”

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obsessed!felix has no idea he is obsessed with you. he just thinks of you day and night, but how couldn’t he when everything you do drives him insane. that teasing smile you gave him earlier? yeah, his cock is still hard from thinking about it.

obsessed!felix has a secret he can’t even bring to reveal to you. your scent makes him go completely mad. it is what keeps him awake at night, when the rest of the members are asleep, he will sneak into privacy and bring out that pair of panties he stole from you and as he fucks his fist he brings it to his nose, picturing you whimpering and cuming for him

obsessed!felix who can’t stop, won’t stop kissing you til you’re both out of breath, lips swollen. “i could kiss you all day, mind if i kiss you here?” he works his way down to your collabone and the valley between your breasts, inhaling your scent. “shit, i’m already hard…”

obsessed!felix loves watching every single reaction you give when he fucks you. how your breathing becomes quicker, your eyes shut, mouth slightly open as your pussy clenches around him. “you like that, darling?” his deep voice making you even wetter as he enters you again and again. he wants to remember everything to replay it later in his mind.

I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.

Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.

Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI

a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)

“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.

Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.

His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.

“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.

Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.

“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.

“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”

He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.

“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.

“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.

Felix pulls you into a kiss.

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