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Rewrite the ending

-Just once, let him rewrite the story; Just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again.

Paring◦ felix x mommy issues!reader

Genre ◦ smut with pain

Warnings ◦ The reader is described as having mommy issues though the argument is very brief so it can connect with more people, angst, talk about knives, PIV sex, CONSENT, ngl this is just some passionate lovemaking, tears during sex, references to the princess bride the greatest love story of all time I will die on this hill,

Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222, @ur-fav-lvr, @velvetmoonlght

A/N ◦ This is literally a story solely based on an experience I just had with my mother and needed something to comfort me while I have a mental breakdown 😃 also if you liked this man I have mommy issues I severely need reassurance 😭

can somebody please tell me if this is convoluted because I tried to make it poetic but I don't know if I just made it messy. THANK YOU.

Soundtrack ◦ Family Line by Conan Grey, Cover me by Stray Kids

~cookiecreates 🍪

The screen flickers off.

The velvet curtains close.

The world fades to black.

The End

Your ribs crack open, heavy sobs echoing through the gaps of your unfolded bones. Your hands make purchase around your shredded soul, the warm liquid of your sorrows trickling through your splayed fingers like the shadow's phantom finger tracing the lines of your melancholy, dusting over the hill of your cheeks. 

One more time.

Just one more time.

You rewind the tape-

The velvet curtains stutter open.

The screen flashes white.

Just one more time.

How many times could you watch the same movie before you realized the ending would never change?

You rewind the tape-

How many times could you lick her love off the edge of a knife before you realize the blade will never dull?

You slide the tip across your tongue-

Just one more time.

Please.

Just pretend to love me one more time.

"For once, can you admit that you're wrong?" you snap, attempting to steady your rising voice. 

You've been arguing with your mother for centuries, your breath grating across your throat like grains of sharpened sand. Talking to her was like bouncing wisdom off a wall; it will only ever come to bite you in the ass-

"I did what I had to do to teach you discipline; you were unruly-"

or punch you in the face.

"I was nine!" you shout, a weak and wounded cry. "Nine!"

How could she not see that?

"I did it because I loved you."

She rips your heart out of your chest, only to dust a gentle finger underneath the curve of your jaw; her sweet smile coaxes your lips open; she was your mother, and yet, with a wicked gaze, she draws her fingers together—you choke, a thick river of blood flows onto your tongue like a bitter stream of a thousand broken promises.

There was so much you wanted to say to her.

"Maybe you should reevaluate your definition of love."

"Maybe you should have just been a better daughter."

"Only she could spread sugar across your skin before feeding your soul to the ants."

The signal of an ended call rings through your ears as the world fades to black.

The velvet curtains close.

The screen flickers off.

The movie sputters to a stop.

The End

All you wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

All you have ever wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

You are far too entranced with the stillness of your spine to hear the door creak open, Felix’s hesitant footsteps carefully creep closer. It is only when he mumbles a soft, saturnine "sweetheart" that you finally feel something-

"How did it go?" Felix believed the strings of your souls were so intertwined, the two of you experienced emotions the way an instrument feels the thrum of a cord; but as your heart pumps with an intangible amount of anguish, maybe even for you, some feelings were simply too subjective to share.

It is only when your heart has been crushed by fingers made of feathers do you start caring a lot less about the hands made of knives.

How desperately he wishes he was a human with hinges, where he may unscrew his soul and allow your eyes to gaze upon his walls, with the knowledge that they were only ever painted with the thought of you.

He would not hurt you-

Please, collapse into him, just once-

Let him prove that you will never have to fall again-

Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, your hand chases his touch, a million different uncompleted sentences dissipating as soon as your skin connects; your fingers beg, hold me, even as your mouth shutters shut, dusty rivulets cascading across your cheeks like the desert's silky sand.

You were empty.

so, so, very empty-

Felix's soothing hands lock underneath the bend of your knees, pulling you into his warm embrace with a rush of unregistered movements.

You rewind the tape.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to not constantly live with the echo of a hollow soul.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to hear something other than a deafening crescendo of pure contempt.

Just one more time.

"Please," you have lived so much of your life caught in a perpetual state of emptiness, for once, you wanted to remember what your body was like before your mother bore you with the heavy burden of broken wings.

"Touch me," you shove the palm of his hand into your core, pleading with so much of your soul none left to protest. He gasps into your mouth, his face scrawled with worry, the etch of a million different fears drawn into the deep lines of his forehead.

Just once

Let him rewind the film

Just once

You will never have to watch the same ending again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Though his words are unsure, his actions tell a different story; tender hands massage the length of your thighs, reluctantly begging you to open up, to unfold your deformed ribs, where he will fill your hollow bones with the type of love you have only ever yearned for.

Just once.

"I need you."

You need him more than you need your heart to beat, your lungs to breathe; you need him more than you need the birds, the bees, the ground, the trees—

He lays you upon the silken sheets with such soulful kindness that your glassy eyes almost break; his heart thrums with the promise of I love you and the vow of I'll make you fly. His hand dips into the band of your shorts, pleasure peeking out from the shadows of your mind, only ever bobbing its head long enough to fill your skin with a minute tingling sensation—like running your hands under hot water after a long day in the snow, but it was not enough.

"I need you," you gasp into his mouth, his throat desperately sucking the sound in. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his features stricken with a sudden tightness, a burdened tonnage; you were handing him your heart with the hope his hands weren't made of blades, and the idea of the utter trust you have put in him to do that makes his stomach flip.

Just once—

He will prove it all to you.

"As you wish," nostalgia flutters in your veins as you reminisce the sentence pulled straight from the greatest love story ever told. His nose nudges the column of your throat as he presses a peck on your flesh, drifting his arms down to unceremoniously pull off his pants.

Even with such a simple act, he makes the effort to remind you that he is here.

He takes his time removing your clothes, fingers sliding across your skin with a delicate intimacy, a tender reverence; his lips trace the lines of your seams until your very atoms are etched with his name.

I hate her

I love you

I love you

I love you

He coupled every leak of anger with a river of love, kissing your limbs until all your body could remember was the pureness of his ardor.

"Are you ready?" he whispers against your skin, lining himself with your entrance, all he needs is a word to finally sink himself in. Your eyes are glassy, gazing up at him with such an unadulterated passion, a pure amount of pain—this will tear you apart, and he promises with every fiber of his being, he will put you back together.

"Yes." You have lived most of your life with the heavy burden of a body’s broken wings, and it isn't until Felix’s crafted hands finally crease your ribs that you realize origami can only emerge when you fold it up, the way a bird can only fly when it falls.

You are an amalgamation; so much of your soul is lost in his lips you don't know where he begins and you end, but when a rush of pleasure tingles up your spine, you don't care.

The world is tangled somewhere on the edge of in-between space and time, melding together into a mushy, gushy substance that slips through your fingers as they lace in his raven locks. You pour all your pain into the slit of his lips, where he sucks in every drop, leaving no room for your protests.

You were both overcome with a flood of delicate feelings—the passion that surged with the twists of your heartbeats began to be too much to bear; as his hips ruthlessly rut into yours, you cry out, chasing the edge of a daydream. So close, so close, so—his lips taste like I love you and his tears like I'm here. You can only hear the crash of your soul shattering before his ginger fingers sew you back together.

The juxtaposition of that orgasm was astounding.

You both slam down into the earth at the same time, holding each other's tired bodies as the ground swallows you up.

His arms lock around your head, quivering as he struggles to hold himself up, droplets of tears land on your cheeks as they dip down the slope of his nose. He was so perfect-

so, so, very perfect.

Your mouth raises to kiss a tear clinging to the tip of his nose. He chokes, squeezing his eyes shut. You both are thrumming with tension, overflowing with emotion; before you can even blink, he is pulling you to his chest, naked and sticky, he holds you closer than you have ever been.

It is through the tears of others that we remember we are alive.

Just one more time.

Rewind the tape and let him kiss your shattering soul with the knowledge that has already rewritten the ending.

Just once-

Collapse into him.

Let him prove that this story really is—

The End  

©CookieCreates (posted: August, 12th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

~cookiecreates 🍪

part i: bodyguard!felix x reader

masterlist.

PART I ; PART II ; PART III ; PART IV ; PART V ; PART VI ; PART VII ; PART VIII ; PART IX ; FINAL PART.

( READ ON AO3. )

Your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. What seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the next decade.

Companion series to my sharing the bed one-shot. Follows the relationship between reader&felix from beginning to end. It will be a multi-part series.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: eventual smut. violence. parental abuse. situations of intense peril overall. forced proximity. enemies2lovers. angst with eventual happy ending.

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One of your father’s disgruntled bodyguards shoves you for walking too slowly.  You have enough tenacity to glare at him when you stumble, but even at fourteen years old you are smart enough refrain from retaliation.   You know your father will not take your side as you are already in trouble for sneaking out last night.  You met with some school friends and attended a house party like a normal fourteen year old, a punishable offence because your life is anything but normal. 

You just hope this punishment is a physical one.  A few smacks might sting but you’ll get over it, whereas you don’t want to lose your already limited phone or computer privileges. 

You walk into your father’s office with the expectation you will be alone, so you stop short when you see the back of a stranger’s head. 

Your father’s guests are usually suited old men or pretty young women, not a beanie-wearing teenage boy.  He’s kicking his legs like he’s in an ice cream parlour and not in a chair across from one of the most powerful men in the country.  Your father is behind his desk, hands steepled and attention determinedly fixed on you.  Punishment time is the only time his attention is so rapt. 

The door closes behind you, the guard outside slamming it shut.  The boy in the chair looks over his shoulder at you.  He has a soft face, much too soft for a place like this, his cheeks sweetly freckled and mouth like a pretty pink bow.  He has dark eyes, his eyebrows the same shade of dark brown.  His hair has been dyed a strawberry blonde, bangs sweeping out from under the beanie.  He has to flick them out of his eyes as he looks you over.  

You stare at him.  A change in routine does not bode well for you and this is a massive change. 

The boy just smiles.  It is disarming in its sweetness and it petrifies you.  You know how to behave when an ugly brute glares at you but a pretty boy smiling is unnerving. 

Your father clears his throat.  You and the boy both look his way, the boy dropping his gaze in a subservient way while you glare. 

“Daughter,” your father says coolly.  He gestures to the free chair beside the boy. 

Some days, when you are feeling especially petulant or when your father is distracted with his phone even while meting out punishment, you will stomp your foot and refuse him.  Maybe it is your stunned bemusement, but today you oblige without argument. 

Your gaze drifts to the boy as you approach your seat.  The boy does not look at you.

He looks like a normal teenage boy, wearing a hoodie under a flannel and blue jeans ripped at the knee, but you know better.  There is always a flaw and this one is immediately jarring: his shoes are army regulation boots, the same as your father’s guards, albeit smaller.  You have no idea why he would need them.  He looks about your age and is a slender, delicate thing. 

“Sit,” your father says.   You realize you have standing there, staring.  You look at your father and obey, sinking into the other chair.  “Good.”  Your father folds his hands on his desk.  “My loving daughter,” he says dryly, “It has occurred to me that your present circumstances are not the most conducive to your development and well-being.”

You cannot help but scoff.  Talk about understatement of the century.   

The security teams?  The constant surveillance? The knowledge that your wealthy father has accrued so many enemies that you can barely step outside without feeling threatened?

The fact you desperately want something bad to happen, because at least it would be different than the bad in here? 

Your father just frowns.

“Don’t test my patience,” he says.  “Especially as I have constructed a compromise according to your whims, young lady.” 

Your brow furrows.  You have no idea where this is going but you know you won’t like it, because you never like it. 

“I only want what’s best for you,” your father says.  “You’re my daughter, after all.  My only child and my only heir.  I want you protected but I want you capable, and you can’t be expected to thrive with the company of my men constantly surrounding you.” 

Your heart kicks up with hope even while your brain knows better.  Your father is not a generous man and he is clever with his words.  There is a reason he has reached the heights he has reached.  No one is better than your father and your father settles for no less than the best in turn. 

You are an agonizing disappointment, but you lash out because you would be a disappointment regardless.  Your father does not want a human daughter but a plastic doll that he can lock away until it has use, at which point he expects unending gratitude for your very existence.    

This might sound like a concession of freedom but you know him better than that.  The vice is tightening, not loosening.  You will never be free. 

“I have a gift for you,” your father says.  “This is Felix.” 

You and the boy, Felix, look at each other.  Felix smiles again.  He has the audacity to wave at you, a little salute and cutesy tip of the head. 

Your nostrils flare with a sharp intake of breath.  You look at your father. 

“What is this?” you ask, so much wrong with this scenario that you don’t know where to start.

Your father smiles for the first time since you walked in the room.  He needs to be in the position of highest power and that is obtained through making everyone else small.  The more visibly uncomfortable you are, the more at ease he feels.  He slouches comfortably in his big chair as he stares you down.  You feel trapped in the little seat across his desk.    

“This,” your father says, “is your new bodyguard.” 

You look at Felix again.  He is once more looking at your father like an obedient little puppy.  It’s for the best as you are certain your expression is betraying every single thought.  You are angry, confused, frightened.  The confusion worsens your other emotions. 

“Bodyguard,” you repeat.  “He looks like he’s twelve.” 

“I’m fourteen,” Felix says, startling you with a deep voice that does not remotely match his face.  The rounder sounds are accented with an Australian twang.   “Same as you.” 

You look at each other again.  You hide your confusion under a piercing glare.  Felix draws his mouth into a flat line, not quite smiling, not quite frowning.   He taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, a mismatched rhythm, some song only he can hear.   His leg bounces. 

You look at your father. 

“Fourteen,” you say.  “And short.  And skinny.  Look at him!  I could throw him out a window!”

“You could try,” your father says, drole.  “You wouldn’t succeed.  Oh, hush.”  He swipes a hand through the air when you open your mouth to speak again.  “Felix is more than competent, believe me.”  

Your father would not hire a second rate bodyguard, but there is simply no way this Felix kid is good for anything.  You just can’t believe it.  This is a test of some kind, maybe a mind game. 

Your hackles are up and they won’t come down.  Felix flicks some hair out of his eyes and the motion makes you jump.  He doesn’t comment.  He clears his throat and sits a little straighter, looking like every goody-two-shoes keener you ever gave a sneer. 

“You will no longer require a full security detail,” your father says.  “Not at home or at school.  No where, barring certain occasions under my discretion.”   

This has your heart racing again.  Currently, your father has guards posted in several places around your school.  No one but the school administrators know they are for you, but that doesn’t matter because you know.  You know they are not general security, that they are specifically watching your every move.  If you skip a meal or eat too much, they know.  If you talk to one person and not another, they know.  If you forget to do homework or flunk a test, they know.  If you put on more make-up or roll up your skirt, they know.  If you fall, if you laugh, if you flirt, if you breathe a little too hard, they know, and they report it all back to your father. 

It doesn’t end there.  They keep you on a schedule for your “protection” and if you stray from that agenda, they are on you.  That means no chatting too long after class, no extended bathroom breaks, no stopping to smell a fucking flower.  In the car, out the car, through the doors, at your seat, at your locker, upstairs, downstairs, fuck, fuck, fuck.  How you’ve lasted this long, not even you know. 

You spend all day suffocating under the extension of your father’s eyes, then you return home, flanked by bodyguards, only to be stuck with supervision until you are finally permitted to go to bed.  Naturally, this is the easiest time to escape so you are in the habit of breaking out at night.  You’re good at it too.  Most nights you move without any detection, having memorized all the chinks in the mansion’s high-tech security armor.  Last night was the result of some bad luck. 

Now you are here, your heart racing, your breath catching. 

It must be a trick.  You look at Felix then your father, trying to hide your eagerness and your suspicion. 

“In exchange, you will have Felix,” your father says.  “He will attend school with you as a classmate.  He is in all your classes and extra-curriculars.  You are to keep him with you at all times of day.  He will accompany you everywhere at all times of day.”  Your father leans in.  “Do you understand that?  At all times of day.”   

It does not sound too different from the security team other than the obvious fact there is only one of Felix.  Even if Felix is the most skilled bodyguard in the world, he is still just one person.   It seems too good to be true so it must be.   Your father is waiting until you are comfortable so he can rip the rug out from under you, to put you in your place, which is flat on your back like a stupid, helpless, needy baby.    

You will not give him the satisfaction.  Curtly, you say, “I understand.”

“Good,” your father says.  “I’m having a new bed installed in your bedroom as we speak.  It should be ample space for two people without your privacy being overly encroached.  When you get home, you will clear a space for Felix to move his things into your room.” 

Despite your effort to remain neutral, obvious surprise blinks across your face. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, darting forward in your seat.  “What are you talking about?”

Your father tips his head as if perplexed with your outburst. 

“Did you think you were getting away with something?” he asks.  “Constantly sneaking out at night, evading my men.  Do you know every time you pull a childish stunt like that, it endangers me and my business just as much as you?”

Your anger bubbles to the surface as quickly as his, cold laughter punching out of you as you say, “Oh! Your business!  Of fucking course!”

“Don’t use vulgar language with me, child!”

“Don’t call me a child!” you snap back with as much fervour.  “I’m fourteen years old!  I’m not a little kid and I don’t need some other idiot kid babysitting me!  I don’t need anyone fucking watching me!” 

Felix is sitting ramrod straight, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and your father.  He says nothing.  He just sniffs and scratches a little circle on the exposed skin of his knee. 

“You are my daughter, this is my house, and I will do with both as I please,” your father says. 

“Then maybe I don’t want to be in this house!” you shout. 

“You want to leave?” your father asks.  He smacks a vicious hand down on his desk, rattling his computer.  “Go ahead.  Pick yourself up and walk out that door.  Where are you going to go from here?  You have no money and no skills and no protection.  See how long it takes someone to pick you up off the street.  You don’t want to be my daughter?  You want me to ignore you when they put a gun to your head?  The least they will do is kill you, you stupid little thing.  But go on, since you’re so wise and brave and all grown-up.  Walk out that door.  I dare you.”      

You sit on the very edge of your seat, your hands balled into fists.  You long to swing them at his smug face but you can only sit there, vibrating with rage. 

“Do you have something more to say?” your father asks. 

You kick his desk, the adrenaline forcing it out of you.  He smacks a mug and it smashes on the floor.  Felix still does not react, though his gaze does linger on the broken mug. 

“What about him!” you shriek, pointing at Felix.  It draws his attention back to you, his eyebrow lifting at your pointed finger.  “You’re going to leave me alone with a boy?  In bed?”  You imbue this exclamation with all the suggestive horror you can.  “I can’t share a room with a boy!  What if he’s a pervert!   What if he takes pictures of me!  What if he rapes me!  You really trust some random boy to be alone with me?!”

The silence that follows is somehow more shrill than the yelling.  Your father stares at you, resolutely focussed with such a cold glare that you shiver. 

Felix shuffles in his seat.  His mouth opens and he looks contemplative, weighing his words, but your father speaks before he can. 

“Felix,” he says, “put your hand on the desk.” 

Felix delays only seconds, more surprised by the order than reluctant.  He obediently rests his hand on the desk, palm facing up. 

Without looking away from you, your father grabs that hand and flips it over.  Felix jerks, his feet planting, but he manages to restrain whatever instinct rattled him.  He looks at his hand, at where your father pins it to the wood. 

You look there too, fuming, then you look at your father.  He is still glaring at you, even when he reaches into his desk.  Your brow furrows when he retrieves an enveloper opener, a sleek little knife, shiny and sharp.  He smacks it onto the table beside Felix’s hand.  It makes you jump.    

Felix just looks at the knife, tipping his head as if only mildly curious.   

“Felix,” your father says. “Pick up that knife.”  He leans back in his desk chair and crosses his arms, his expression bland and uncaring as he looks at you.  You shake less from fury than fear, looking from your father to Felix. 

Felix picks up the knife with his free hand.  He looks at it, his expression revealing nothing. 

“Thank you,” your father says. 

He has not looked away from you even once, asserting his knowledge that Felix will obey without his supervision.  You try to be as steadfast as him.  You act like you couldn’t care less about the unknown boy and his freckles and beanie.  This is between you and your father.  You glare just as fiercely.  

“Now, Felix,” your father says, “I am going to count down from three, then you are going to drive that knife into your hand.  All the way through to the desk.  I trust you know the spot that will do the least lasting damage.” 

Your gaze whips from your father to Felix, staring at him wide-eyed as the stupid boy doesn’t even flinch.  He just turns the knife over.  His brow briefly pinches as he rests the tip of the knife against a soft spot on the back of his hand. 

Your horrified brain is already several paces ahead, picturing his bloodied hand pinned to the wooden desk.  You taste bile and it is only partially for the gore.  The rest is for the fact Felix does nothing more than blink at his hand. 

“Three,” your father says.  “Two.” 

You scream, “Stop!” at the same your father says, “One.”

You tackle Felix.  The adrenaline flies out of you the same as that kick.  The knife clatters to the desk and both your chairs fly out from under you. 

Felix is fast.  He flips you around so he takes the brunt of the fall, your head pillowing on his stomach when you land in a tangled heap on the floor.  His beanie falls off when his head hits the ground.  He barely winces, looking down at you. 

You stare back at him, breathing hard.

“Are you fucking insane?” you ask.  Tears fill your eyes, much to your horror.  You try to suck them in because there is nothing you hate more than crying in front of your father.   You don’t even know what is prompting the tears.  Maybe it’s the forced recollection of how thoroughly his guards have invaded your life, the revelation that you will be forced to share every living moment with another intruder, or the fact he almost maimed a fourteen year old boy just to make a point. 

Or, maybe, the fact you fell for it like you always do.  Just a stupid little girl, high in her emotions, vulnerable and weak and in need of intervention. 

You push away from Felix, directing all your emotions at him. 

“You’re a fucking lunatic,” you say, spitting when you talk.  “What did you think you were doing?  Freak.  Do you think you’re brave?  You’re an idiot.”

Felix props himself up on his elbows, just staring back at you.  His gaze flicks up when your father stands.  That awful man circles the desk to look down at you. 

You refuse to look up.  You wipe your arm under your nose.  Tears blur your vision.

“Felix,” your father says, “there is a car waiting outside.  Take my daughter home.  She is not to leave the house tonight.” 

You wrench your arm away when Felix tries to help you up.  He says nothing to your glare but at least he’s smart enough not to smile again.  He gets up and dusts off his pants, then retrieves his beanie.   You clamber to your feet and march toward the door without looking back or waiting.  Only when your hand is on the doorknob does your father call your name. 

You freeze, wanting so badly to ignore him and storm outside, but once the coldness settles in your veins you cannot move. 

“Come here,” your father says.  As if under a spell, you can only move when he demands it.  You turn, facing him as he approaches.   You hold still, your eyes full of tears and fists curled at your side. 

Your father walks up and swiftly strikes you across the face.  Tears spill over and you grab your cheek, heaving with frightened breath as your useless new bodyguard just stands there and watches. 

Your father sighs. 

“You’ll learn,” he says.  “One way or another.  If I have to chip at you with an axe until you take my shape, I’ll do it.  You’ll thank me one day.  Felix.  Take her home.  Now.” 

You let Felix take your arm and guide you out of the room, too drained to fight him.   

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You refuse to be accommodating.  If you’re unhappy then you will make Felix unhappy too, and if Felix is unhappy then maybe he will leave.  Then your father will be unhappy and you finally won’t be.     

You glare at the massive new bed taking up space in your room.  It is still a big room otherwise, with plenty of space for two people, but your things are spread out everywhere and you have no intention of moving them.  Instead, you empty out a single bedside drawer and point to it. 

“There,” you say.  “That’s yours.”

Felix is standing in the bedroom doorway wearing a backpack.  He looks around the room, not sneering at its lacey, ivory princess-ness but not looking too enamoured either.  He is passive as ever, quietly receiving his surroundings.  He closes the door behind himself and shrugs the backpack down to the crease of his elbow. 

“Kk,” he says.  He puts his backpack on the floor by the bed then takes off his beanie and puts it in the drawer.  He sits on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap.  He stares at the wall. 

What a weirdo. 

You stare at him until he looks at you, then you scoff and roll your eyes.  You dump your things on your desk and stalk over to your private bathroom door.   

“Can I go pee without your supervision, or do you need to hold my hand?” you ask sarcastically. 

“I don’t need to,” Felix says, “but, uhhh, I guess I can if you need help.  But if you have a problem with doing it by yourself then we should probably take you to a doctor.  I know first aid but I can’t really help with incontinence or like the opposite. Lol.” 

He says the word lol out loud, a single grating syllable.  You do not dignify his weird humour with a response.  You stomp into your bathroom and slam the door shut.   

There are bars on the bathroom window now.  You grab the nearest bottle of soap and chuck it there, furious when tears spring back to your eyes.  You feel violated even in your privacy, glaring at those bars as you shower and wash away the day. 

You look at your reflection in the mirror, touching where your cheek feels tender from your father’s strike.  He usually doesn’t hit your face or anywhere someone could see swelling or a cut.  You suppose today’s slap was more personal than strategic.

You put on a thick sweatshirt and sweatpants.  When you step back into your room, the weirdo is standing at the window with his hands behind his back.  He is wearing just his ripped jeans and a t-shirt, plus those ugly army boots.  He looks at you when you open the door, giving you a brief assessing stare before he smiles. 

It would disarm someone more naïve.  You just glare. 

“Where are your things?” you ask. 

He tips his head like an inquisitive cat.  “Huh?” he asks.

“Your things,” you say venomously.  “Aren’t you moving them in here?” 

“Uh, I did,” he says.  He turns and points to his side of the bed.  “You gave me a drawer, remember?”

This kid unpacked a beanie. 

Maybe it’s a good sign he isn’t fully moving in.  Maybe this whole charade is just your father threatening you.  He will torture you with this invader until he thinks you have learned a lesson, then things will go back to normal.  Felix probably isn’t even a proper bodyguard, and how could he be?  A skinny, pretty fourteen year old boy?  He’s probably an actor or model or something. 

You give him a derisive smirk and shove past him.  He just shrugs and approaches the bathroom door, pausing before entering.  He looks back at you.

“Don’t go anywhere, yeah?” he says, then walks into the bathroom and closes the door. 

You exhale sharply.  You had no intention of going anywhere, honestly too exhausted to do anything but putter around on the computer, but fuck this kid.  He’s your father’s paid actor or some other nonsense, so who does he think he is to give you any orders? 

You storm out of the room with the intention of marching around outside, but you stumble when you enter the upstairs corridor.  

The huge house is eery in its silence.  You shudder as you look around.  

Even when your father is not home, the security team is here.  Someone is always awake, at least one person keeping guard in the corridor, the rest of them scattered in the house and guest house.  But they’re gone.  They’re all genuinely gone.  And because it is late evening, all the housekeepers and cleaners are gone too.  You have not been in a house this empty your entire life.  It feels uncanny, ghostly even.  It completely halts your half-baked plan to leave, not that you planned on going much further than the pool-house.

You stand still, suspended in the unfamiliar emptiness.    

“Whatcha doin’?”  Felix’s freaky deep voice is suddenly right beside you.  You jump away from with a startled squeak.  He just stands there, his mouth in that stupid flat line, his shaggy blonde hair bouncing when he tips his head. 

“Nothing,” you snap, annoyed that he scared you.  “I’m just going to the kitchen for a snack.  Is that against the fucking law now?”    

“It’s not really healthy to eat this late at night,” Felix says, “but it’s not illegal.  That would be weird.”

“I hate you,” you say.  His even temperament has been driving you insane, so it is satisfying to see a flicker of genuine surprise on his face.  “Just leave me alone.” 

“Sorry,” he says, recovering quickly.  His voice is steady.  “Can’t do that.  Sort of my job, you know?”

You roll your eyes then turn and stomp all the way down the stairs.  Felix trails behind you without protest, not making much noise despite the boots but he is impossible to ignore regardless. 

You go to the kitchen and open the fridge.  You aren’t hungry but you feel like you have to eat something now just to prove a point.  

Felix ambles up to the counter and perches himself on a stool.  You look over your shoulder at him.  He waves. 

“I’m not making you anything,” you snap. 

“That’s fine.”  He folds his hand on the counter.  “I’m not hungry.  Thank you.” 

You reach into the fridge and grab an eggplant out of the produce drawer.  It is a ridiculous response, but you decide to out-weird the weirdo, making eye contact as you bite in the raw eggplant.  You try to hide your displeasure, chewing the thick vegetable slowly.  Felix tips his head very far then straightens.  His eyes narrow. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s toxic,” he says. 

You stop chewing. 

“Yeah,” he says.  “Eggplant, yeah.  I think when it’s raw it’s like not good for you or something?  I think there’s like a chemical in it.  Maybe it’s only if you eat a lot of it, uhhh, I don’t know.  Just in case, I wouldn’t eat it like that if I were you.” 

You stare at him with a chunk of raw eggplant still on your tongue.  He could be bluffing.  He could be playing mind games.  He could be telling the truth, since he delivered each sentence so uncertainly.  Maybe he’s just bad at mind games.  You’re good at them.  You’ve been playing them since you were a child, so you just stare him down, swallow the eggplant, then take another bite. 

His brow furrows.  You are pretty sure your displeasure is a little more obvious now, your mouth partially open as you chew.   Felix did not balk at stabbing his own hand but he looks very scandalized right now.   You consider it a success. 

“Stop it,” Felix says. 

You take another bite, ripping into it with a ferocious tear. 

“What are you doing?” he asks.  “What? Are you trying to commit suicide by eggplant?”

You just shrug, chewing with your mouth wide open now.   His stool scrapes the ground and you brace yourself, shuffling in the opposite direction when he circles the kitchen island. 

“Spit it out,” he says. 

“No,” you say, spitting eggplant as you say it.  You very nearly choke. 

“Seriously,” Felix says.  “This isn’t funny.” 

You chew obnoxiously big in his direction and he pounces, smoothly intercepting your escape.   He cages you in against the counter, blocking you when you try to move. You drop the rest of the eggplant and push at him, dribbling mushy vegetable and cursing through your mouthful. 

“Spit. It. Out,” he says, putting his hand under your mouth like a mother to a baby.  You shove that hand away, then try to shove his face away.  He clearly doesn’t want to get too physical with you, but eventually he grabs your chin and holds you still, your face pinched in his hand.   You stare at him, breathing hard through your nose.  “Stop it,” he says. 

The house is empty.  The house is genuinely, seriously, completely empty.   Your father trusts Felix that much. 

Who is this fucking kid? 

You spit the eggplant at him.  It spatters on his shirt and wins you an eye roll.  It’s the first expression from him to make you smile. 

“Bed time,” he says, stepping back to brush the mess off his shirt. 

You cross your arms and lean against the counter.  “No,” you say. 

“No?” he asks.  His deep voice fractures with a higher-pitched sound of surprise.   “Why not?” 

Because you hate your father and everything he puts you through.  Because petty victories are your only victories.  Because there is something seriously wrong with Felix if this is his life situation, and there is something seriously wrong with you for the same reason. 

So you shrug.  “Make me,” you say. 

There is a beat of silence.

Then the world is upside down because Felix picks you up and slings you over his shoulder.  You cry out, slapping his back as he marches to the stairs.  Where is he even hiding this strength? 

“Put me down!”  You pound on his backside while he carries you up the stairs.  “When my father hears about this—”

He puts you down on the landing, swinging up a step to afford him an extra foot of height over you.  He holds your wrist in his hand and looks at you very seriously. 

“What?” he asks.  “When he hears about me doing my job?” 

You try to tug your hand back but Felix holds it tight.

“Are you serious right now?” you ask.  You continue to squirm your hand in his grip.  “Who the fuck are you?  What do you even get out of this?” 

“What do you get out of this - this - everything?” he asks.  

“I get my life,” you snap.  “In pieces and only for a little bit, but mine.”

“Me too,” he says. 

A breathless silence follows.  You realize you are holding his hand, having twisted and turned so much that he clasped your fingers with his.   You both look there then at each other.  You abruptly let go. 

“Can we go to bed?”  Felix asks, softening his voice.  “Please.” 

Your lower lip wobbles.  You look at the stain on his shirt.  You think about his hand on that desk. 

“And what about my other question?” you ask. 

He tips his head again, but his expression is no longer neutral.  He wears his confusion openly, briefly but substantially. 

“What?” he asks. 

“My other question,” you say, blinking back your tears.  “Who are you?” 

“You tell me first,” he says.  “Who are you?” 

It’s easier to fight and scream than plainly express yourself.  No one ever listens, so you are not practiced.  You have Felix’s undivided attention but it suddenly feels like too much.  You do not have it in you to glare anymore.  You meet his pained gaze with your own and join him on the next step. 

“I’m tired,” you say.  “Let’s go to bed.” 

He goes to check the security system while you get ready for bed.  You are already nestled under the covers, shivering despite the thick layers because the house sounds so quiet and you are honestly scared.  You jump when the door opens and Felix enters, your eyes meeting in the dim light.  He looks away first, going about his own routine.  You turn your back to him. 

The bed is big but you still feel it dip when he gets inside.  You look over your shoulder.  He is laying on his back with his eyes closed.  He is clearly still awake but the semblance of sleep accentuates the natural innocence of his face.  You have seen the flicker of a few deeper emotions, none of them childish, but he looks his age while laying there. 

His eyes open.  He glances at you.  You wonder what you look like to him. 

“Good night,” he says, shattering the terrifying silence. 

You don’t argue it.  You just nod then turn away, closing your eyes, letting the sound of his breathing lull you to sleep faster than usual. 

1-800-hot-n-fun [lee felix]

when the reoccurring nightmares have you up all night, you decide to reach out to your campuses anonymous peer counseling in hopes to sleep.

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⏤ sugar cube ࣪ ⤹

you visit your baker boyfriend of seven months for a surprise breakfast date at his café.

꒰ lee felix + fem!reader ⏤ 2.2k words ꒱ oneshot

༄ content info & warnings !! established relationship. non idol au ; baker!felix. fluff & light crack(?) ⋆ some swearing & felix says something suggestive like once.

✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ the song that hyunjin sings along to is camp by basecamp! it inspired me to write this (despite the lyrics having nothing to do w the plot) so i strongly recommend you give it a listen :) this is lowk a filler fic cs i’m still working on that seungmin slow burn.. but enjoy nonetheless! feedback is always appreciated <3 unedited as of 8/17!

When you step into the cozy café your boyfriend owns, the small bell above the door cheerfully announces your arrival with a loud jingle. You slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and tread over to the counter with a yawn.

It’s quiet today, you note, and you discover why when your gaze drifts over to the usually-packed seats of the shop. You’re the only customer right now — it must be so empty because it’s not even seven yet, you conclude. With a tiny nod to yourself, you turn back to the display case stacked full of fresh sweet treats and lean down to get a better view, despite seeing the exact same selection every time you come here.

“Welcome to Sugar Cube Café!” A friendly voice calls out from the stock room. You look up and trace the sound to its source, finding the dark brown door to the space ajar. The voice continues, though it sounds a bit more winded now. “Someone will be with you in just a moment!”

“Take your time,” you call back in response and go back to peering down at the pastries on display. You silently contemplate on whether you should try something new as an upbeat song floats through the small shop.

A loud crash suddenly sounds from the back room and you jolt in surprise, blinking with bemusement. A second later, a familiar lanky man with a black mullet stumbles out, his fluffy hair mussed and the signature red apron of the café he wears slightly rumpled from all the commotion. You smile, biting back a giggle at your friend’s clumsiness, and he returns it as he moves to man the register.

“Hey!” Hyunjin says brightly as he presses palms down to lean on the counter. “Haven’t seen you in a while! What would you like today?”

You open your mouth to respond, but the barista doesn’t give you the opportunity to speak before his own mouth is running again. “Hold on, you never visit unless…” He quirks a brow, still grinning a bit toothily at you. “Are you here to actually buy a sweet treat for once or just to see your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face contrasts the seemingly-irritated action so strongly that Hyunjin knows you’re not truly annoyed. “Actually—” you start, but he scoffs in a knowing tone before you can finish.

Hyunjin feigns hurt as he dramatically slaps a hand over his heart. “How could you!” He wails, since no other customers are currently present due to the early hour. “And here I was,” he continues with a sniffle, “thinking you’d come to visit and try one of our delicious treats for once.”

You punch him in the arm in playful reproach and he whines loudly, hopping further away from you despite the already considerable distance between you two due to the counter. “I do visit for the treats, not just my gorgeous man,” you huff. He ignores you in favor of clutching his arm, howling like it’s a damn bullet wound. “You’re so annoying,” you sigh to conceal the small chuckle that escapes you as you go back to perusing the pastries.

While you fall quiet and take a moment to contemplate, Hyunjin finally tames his hair and straightens his apron as he quietly sings and sways along to the new song that comes on. You nod along to it for a moment as well before tapping on the glass at Felix’s signature brownies. You’ll just try something new next time.

Hyunjin follows the lyrics into the rap verse of the song as he goes to pull a box of the brownies from the display while you sidle back over to the register to pay. He returns and places it on the counter a minute later, free hand fumbling for a bag as he busies himself with ringing you up.

Just as you remove your card from the reader and prepare to ask Hyunjin about the name of the song, you startle when a deep voice calls from the back. “Hyunjin! What did you do with the flour?”

You grin at the familiar Australian twang that softens the vowels of the newcomer’s words. With an exaggerated sigh, Hyunjin pushes the bag into your hands and wanders to the backroom, quietly closing the door behind him this time.

You slip away from the counter to claim your favorite booth near the windows. As you settle onto the cushion that’s slightly warmed by the fresh sunlight slinking in, you appreciatively admire the plants that hang from the ceiling with a smile. This café is so cozy; you love how Felix and his crew decorated it.

You tug your phone out and begin to mindlessly scroll on social media while you wait for your boyfriend to come and meet you. Without looking, you pull the box of brownies out of the bag, only to jump for the third time today when you look up to find Hyunjin looming over you with a steaming cappuccino in hand.

He sets it down with a snicker. “I was wondering when you’d notice me. I would’ve stood here for an eternity if that’s how long it took, seriously. Anyways, Felix is wrapping up now, so he’ll be out in a sec—”

“No drink for me, Hyunjin?”

You laugh at Hyunjin’s startled expression, pleased to see he’s the one to spook this time. Felix slides into the seat across you with a cheeky grin and Hyunjin mutters something about his blood pressure before he’s bounding across the café and into the back room once more.

Your boyfriend looks spectacular today, as always. Today he’s donned a distressed sleeveless red, white, and black argyle sweater on top of a collared white shirt that also happens to be sleeveless. He’s paired it nicely with a black tie and black jeans to match.

The simple display of his lean muscles has you salivating more than the smell of the freshly baked goods that’s starting to waft into the air from the kitchen. You notice he’s foregone his apron at the moment, presumably because he’s here to sit with you.

Blissfully unaware of the thirsty observations you’re making in your mind, Felix reaches across the table to lace his digits with yours. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today? I could’ve made you something special, sugar,” he pouts, thumb rubbing small circles onto one of your knuckles.

Your crazed thoughts melt into something softer at his sweetness. You smile at his thoughtfulness and lift your intertwined fingers to splay them out in an attempt to compare hand sizes. “I wanted to surprise you,” you say. You see the beginning of a toothy grin forming on his face at your words, but he quickly stifles it when he sees what you’re trying to do.

He snatches his hand away with a rueful huff when he sees how your hands dwarf his in comparison, and he lightly kicks your shin under the table. “I take it back,” he sniffs in a haughty manner, looking out the window with his nose raised. “I will never make you anything ever again.”

You giggle, bright and gleeful, and it’s not long before he’s breaking into laughter when he sees your face scrunched up in amusement. He’s too cute.

Both of you eventually settle down and you find yourself steadily drinking your cappuccino while he nibbles on the brownies you bought. Hyunjin eventually brings him freshly steamed tea, as your boyfriend has a notorious distaste for coffee despite owning a café, and the two of you chat quietly about your upcoming plans for the weekend.

You’re in the middle of proposing a possible future vacation together when the door bell chimes and three other employees stroll inside, talking loudly amongst themselves with smiles warmed by the sticky heat of summer.

They nearly don’t notice you as they head to accompany Hyunjin in the back, but Jisung swivels around last second and waves with a grin while his coworkers continue to talk. The two of you wave back and resume your conversation when the trio finally piles into the other room.

“So, Jeju Island?” Felix asks, tilting his head slightly. You nod, setting down your now-empty coffee with an affirming hum.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could visit next Spring. I want to visit the Cherry Blossom Festival; it’d be so fun to go together, you know?”

He nods and rests his cheek in his palm with a soft smile. “I’d love that. We can work everything out in more detail as it gets closer, but for now, it’s a date. Right, sugar?”

You grin and intertwine your hands with his once more. “Of course. I look forward to it, baby.”

Someone gags from beside you. You blink and twist to find Minho standing at the foot of your table, grimacing at the two of you in disgust. Felix promptly bursts into laughter at the sight, and you find it hard to keep a straight face when you hear the silly noise.

Once Felix is calm again and has wiped his tears, Minho sets down a to-go box of cookies. “Chan says to take the day off and have fun,” he says, cocking his hip to shift his weight and wincing when it pops. You snort on accident and he glares, though it holds no real heat.

Felix arches a brow. “What? Nah, I have to work today—”

“FELIX!” Someone barks from the back. The Australian accent that blankets the man’s words is a dead giveaway of who the voice belongs to. “I have a feeling you’re refusing right now!” Chan continues to yell. You feel bad for everyone in the same room as him right now.

You expect to hear another shout, but let out a relieved breath when he pokes his head out through the door a second later instead of continuing to destroy the ears of his coworkers. “Just go, man, we got today covered. You deserve a break!”

Felix opens his mouth to protest, but in the blink of an eye you suddenly find yourself pushed outside of the café doors by Jeongin, the newest and youngest employee. His eyes crinkle with the apologetic smile he gives as he locks the door, and the two of you just stare in disbelief as he prances off to the kitchen like he didn’t just kick Felix and his girlfriend out of the café he very owns.

You continue to blink owlishly at the now-locked handle until Felix just puffs out a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair. “Damn, there’s no way he just did that!” He exclaims, loud enough to be heard through the thick glass. Nobody comes out of the kitchen.

“Well, nothing I can do about it now,” he sighs, turning to you with a mischevious grin, despite knowing full well he can just go in through the back. You play along regardless.

“Yeah, it’s a shame right?” You reply, giving a disapproving head shake with a tut. “That’s actually crazy. Well, since you’re off for the rest of the day, we should totally go back to my place and cuddle on my couch to binge watch sad K-Dramas,” you say, twining your hands with his and already starting to drag him down the street.

He lets himself be tugged along and lifts a hand to cover his mouth as he gives a playfully scandalized gasp. “Wow, that’s all you want to do at your place for once? Shocker.”

You slap him on the shoulder and his words dissolve into the snickers you love to hear in his low timbre. Eventually the two of you make it to the metro and file into a car that’s thankfully not full despite the time nearing the start of most people’s work schedules. You manage to snag two empty seats side by side, and he leans onto your shoulder with a pleased sigh as you admire the scenery that whizzes by.

You play with the ends of his blonde locks as his eyes slip shut and he falls into that strange haze between asleep and awake at the gentle touches. Once you’re home, you’ll push him down onto your couch and cup his pretty face. You’ll pepper adoring kisses all over his freckled skin, pressing words of love into his features. You’ll eventually pull away to put on a K-Drama you’ve been meaning to watch, but it’ll quickly be forgotten when Felix tugs you into his lap to return the favor.

But for now, you let your boyfriend rest against your side in this crowded cab of the metro. You pull your gaze away from the windows to instead admire the slope of his nose, the plushness of his lips, and the freckles that dot his cheeks akin to the constellations above.

When his nose crinkles after a few minutes of quiet dozing and he lightly shakes away an oncoming sneeze, you realize with a dopey smile that you’re in love with him. You don’t know how such a small action could abruptly trigger a realization as grand as love, but you can’t wait to show it through delicate caresses and sweet kisses when you get home.

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⏤ roses ࣪ ⤹

everything red is a cold reminder of what felix once had.

꒰ lee felix + fem!reader ⏤ 0.9k words ꒱ oneshot

༄ content info & warnings !! breakup aftermath. angst ⋆ hurt no comfort (i think? idk). felix’s pov. some swearing.

✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ inspired by jaehyun’s roses. ik this is short & not that good but i got a random burst of motivation and birthed this so… enjoy!

It’s been four months since you broke up with Felix.

Felix knows it’s better for the both of you — he truly does. That knowledge still doesn’t it make it sting any less when he occasionally discovers an old item that belongs to you around the dorm he shares with Seungmin.

The most recent thing he found was one of your lipsticks. Red, just like the roses he used to surprise you with on every anniversary the two of you could share around his hectic schedule as an idol.

Red, just like the heels you would ogle online late in the night while Felix watched TV beside you in your bed. He contemplated buying them for you more than once, but every time it was brought up you’d quickly brush it off, claiming you’d have nowhere to wear them to. He regrets it — your beauty would’ve put the deep gorgeous shade of red to shame.

Fuck. Another reminder of red, just like the hearts you would send when you curiously texted him at the end of the day, sweetly asking about his day and what he ate.

He grits his teeth at the reminder he no longer receives those texts. His phone is unbearably dry, if his member’s messages and the occasional texts from family don’t count.

Sometimes, when he gets too desperate at night, he scrolls back through his chat log with you and has to bite his fist to hold back the tears that threaten to overflow. Heartbreak is genuinely one of the worst feelings he’s ever experienced.

Felix shakes his head to rid himself of the thought and stares out the window of his apartment with a sigh. It’s for the better, he reminds himself. In the end, he couldn’t provide you with the proper affection and time you deserved.

Deep down, Felix is happy you were strong enough to put an end to the relationship, purely because he himself never would’ve been able to let you go despite the suffering that increasingly began to build up as the relationship progressed.

Fuck. He can’t stop thinking about it. With an exasperated groan, Felix falls back onto his bed and runs a hand through his blonde hair. He toys with the ends for a minute, contemplating on what color he should do next. Maybe black again?

His heart sinks when his brain immediately jumps to a memory of you from six months ago. You were propped against the headboard of your bed with Felix’s head in your lap. His hair was much shorter at the time, but you ran your hands and twined the dark strands together with a content hum regardless of the length.

“Black looks so good on you,” you had sighed as your fingers gently began to massage his scalp. His eyes had slipped close in bliss, but now he regrets that entirely. That could’ve been a perfect moment to stare up and take in the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes. But, like an idiot, he fucking wasted it.

Dragging himself out of the depressed haze that is his mind once more, Felix digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until his sight fills with static. He needs to move on, but it’s like you’ve strung his heart around a leash that he can’t rip off no matter how hard he tries. Why, why, why?

He sits up and eyes his phone that rests undisturbed on the nightstand near his bed. He knows it’s a bad idea. He shouldn’t. Absolutely, one hundred percent, should not look at your Instagram profile to see how your life is without him.

Three minutes later, Felix wants to scream and rip his hair out as he swipes through your recent posts against his better judgment, seeing you happy and glowing with a man who isn’t him. He manages to scroll down to find three similar posts, one being a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses, before he clicks off the device, gingerly places it back where it was, and curls up in a ball atop his comforter to let out a broken sob.

He misses you so fucking badly that everything internal aches beyond words. It kills him to know that someone else is out there buying you roses and sharing every anniversary with you, not just the ones Felix could manage to physically attend.

He hates how time-consuming his job is. He doesn’t know how long he lays there and loses himself to a mental spiral, bawling his eyes out, until he blearily hears the jingle of keys and click of a door, indicating Seungmin is home. When said man knocks once a moment later before letting himself into the room, it’s with a sympathetic wince full of pity.

Felix sniffles and tries to take a deep breath through his hyperventilating as Seungmin carefully trods over. He lets Seungmin wordlessly coax him into sitting, lets him draw him into a gentle hug, lets him allow Felix to bury his face into his shoulder. He only cries harder at the warm embrace, smearing snot on the sleeve of his roommate’s jacket. Seungmin doesn’t comment on it, though, and continues to rub soothing circles on his back in silence.

They both know Felix will manage to pull the thorns out of his heart eventually.

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DESIRE

PAIRING: Felix x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Smut (18+)

REQUEST: Hello can I get a fluffy but suggestive writing for Felix where you want him all to yourself after seeing him after a show in an all black outfit looking sweaty and you guys end up making out in a spare room and he can’t help but find your boldness really attractive tyyy!

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Calm down, you tell yourself.

He’s only just gotten off stage. Obviously he needs a few minutes to relax. Yet, that doesn’t get rid of your desire to pounce on him.

Felix looks so fucking good, so good that it’s frustrating. You want him right this second. Rather, you need him right this second.

He’s in a tight, all black outfit that defines every curve and muscle on his body. His hair is dripping with sweat. His skin is even glistening with sweat.

You stare intensely as he brings a water bottle up to his mouth, chugging so much water that a droplet spills out the side of his mouth and trails down his chin. You’re so tempted to step over to him and lick it up, that’s how crazily turned on you are.

But, unfortunately, all the boys are around and some other people from the crew.

When Felix puts the bottle down, he immediately begins scanning the room in search of you. When he spots you, his eyes light up and a smile spreads across his face.

“Baby,” He greets, picking you up and spinning you around. “How was it? Did you like the show?”

“It was amazing,” You expressed, gripping him tightly in a hug. “You did really good.”

“Yeah?” He says.

“Yeah,” You gulp, your eyes trailing down his body. “Do you think we can go-”

“The boys wanted to go out to dinner,” Felix interrupts. “Is that cool? Are you hungry?”

You’re hungry, but not for food.

“Sure,” You agree, nonetheless.

So, you wind up at a restaurant with your delicious looking boyfriend and the rest of the boys. He has no idea that you’re aching for him, your leg bouncing rapidly underneath the table as you stare at him, fantasizing about getting him all to yourself and what you’d do with him if you had the opportunity.

“You okay, angel?” Felix asks you, noticing your strange behavior.

“Mhm,” You lie.

You have to squeeze your legs together in attempt to dull the ache between them. Even the slightest bit of attention he’s giving you is making you go crazy.

He smiles at you and continues talking to his friends.

When dinner finally ends, you’re relieved as you think you two will finally be going back to your place and you can finally get what you want.

But then Felix says, “Hey, we’re gonna go to Seungmin’s place and watch a movie now. Is that cool?”

Of course, you lied and told him it was fine. You tagged along, again, needing to at the very least be near him.

Halfway throughout the movie, you break. You can’t hold back anymore.

You excuse yourself to go to the “bathroom” but end up in Seungmin’s spare room. You whip your phone out and shoot Felix a message telling him to come up to the room.

“Baby?” He says when he opens the door and finds you pacing in front of the bed. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Without uttering a word, you pounce on him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and attach your lips to his, immediately sliding your tongue past his plump lips and into his mouth.

His hands trail down your waist and squeeze your ass, pressing you against his body. He moans into your mouth at the feeling.

“Fuck,” He whispers, pulling back to look at you. He scans your blushing face. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You,” You whine, leading him over to the bed. “You looked so fucking hot on stage tonight, Lix. I’ve been so turned on for hours.”

Felix’s face goes red like yours, his eyes turning darker.

“You didn’t tell me,” He says, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m telling you now,” You respond before leaning back in and attaching your lips again.

He holds the back of your head and keeps you pressed tightly against him and it’s everything you needed. You needed your bodies to be impossibly close like this. But even then, you needed more.

With your tongues rubbing against each other’s, Felix slides one of his hands down your front side until he lands at your crotch. With his fingers, he starts rubbing your pussy over your pants.

You moan loudly, shamelessly into his mouth because you’ve needed some sort of physical contact down there all night. You’ve been so needy for him all night, and it showed.

“My poor baby,” He coos.

He helps slide your pants down your legs and then situates himself so he’s laying between your bare legs, face to face with your absolutely, visibly drenched underwear.

“Fuck,” He whispers under his breath.

“Please, Lix,” You beg. “Take them off.”

“I’ve got you, angel,” He responds, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down. “Don’t worry.”

You kick your underwear off your ankles and spread your legs proudly for him, showing him how soaking wet you’ve been for him for so many hours. It’s practically twitching, screaming to be touched.

“Oh my God, baby,” He mutters, staring at your pussy. “You’re so wet, I can see it.”

“Please lick it,” You whine.

He doesn’t have to be told twice, now just as eager as you are to get a taste of your deliciousness.

He licks a stripe up your pussy, starting from the bottom all the way up to your clit. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming at how fucking good it felt, Felix’s warm and wet tongue gliding against your slippery pussy.

“Oh my God,” You moan pathetically, staring at your boyfriend as he eats your pussy.

He keeps his hands on your thighs, licking your pussy up and down repeatedly. He leans his head against one of your thighs as he licks you, his eyes closed.

By the looks of it, it seems as though he’s getting as much pleasure out of this as you are. You don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but he’s humping his lower half against the bed and it has you even more turned on than you already are, seeing how desperate he is now too.

He wraps his lips around your puffy clit and sucks on it which has you seeing stars, throwing your head back and moaning loudly.

For a minute, you’ve both forgotten that all of his friends are just downstairs and at the volume you’re moaning, you’re sure they can hear you.

There’s something about that that Felix loves though. He loves that you’re so turned on for him that you don’t even care if his friends hear how good he’s making you feel. He loves that you’re bold enough to bring him up to this room and fool around with him while they’re all downstairs.

With Felix’s tongue flicking your pussy up and down at a fast pace, you know you won’t last. It isn’t hard to make you cum considering how worked up you’ve been all night long.

“Lix,” You cry out. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl,” He mumbles against your pussy. “Cum in my mouth, sweetheart. You’ve been so good.”

You gasp, your stomach tightening as you start to cum. Your legs start to shake and you try to close them around Felix’s head but he keeps them held open with his hands, licking you through your orgasm.

“Oh my-Fuck,” You cry, chest rising up and down rapidly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Felix growls, sitting up on his knees after you’ve finished. “You’re so fucking hot, I need to put my cock in you.”

“Please,” You beg, spreading your legs back open.

You don’t need a second to relax after cumming once. You’re already ready to take his cock, in fact, you need to be filled up by him.

He whips it out, throwing his pants somewhere behind him carelessly.

A string of precum drools from his angry red tip. He looks hard as a rock and when you reach your hand out to feel it, you can confirm that he is.

“Need your cock in me,” You whine breathily. “Please.”

Felix wastes no time as he slides inside you. You’re so incredibly wet from having cum once that he can just go right inside and he loves that, loves feeling all your slickness wrapped around his cock.

You don’t even need to adjust. You don’t need him to start slow. In fact, you’d rather him start pounding you right away instead of taking his time with you, which he luckily does.

“Oh my God, baby,” He whines, holding your legs around his waist as he starts thrusting. “This pussy. This pussy is so fucking good, sweetie. Fuck, it’s all mine.”

You groan at his words, clenching around him which makes him squeeze your legs tightly. He pounds you, staring at the way your tits bounce with every thrust.

“Your cock feels so good,” You cry, moaning like a slut.

You don’t care. You don’t care about his friends potentially hearing you. You don’t care how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you know right now is the intense pleasure Felix is providing you and it’s all your brain can comprehend.

Felix pulls out nearly all the way and looks down at his cock, nearly passing out when he sees how drenched it is in your wetness. It’s glistening, shiny under the light. He isn’t sure if he’s ever felt you this wet before.

“God, baby,” He moans, pushing right back in and filling you up again. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s unbelievable.”

Sweat gathers on his hairline and you start to notice his skin turning shiny. Him sweating now just reminds you of how much he was sweating on stage, how fucking insanely good he looked and how you got so turned on in the first place.

“Oh my God,” You cry. “I’m close, Lix.”

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to focus, also feeling his climax starting to sneak up on him.

“Wanna cum at the same time, angel,” He says. “Clench for me, baby, c’mon.”

You do as your told, clenching around his cock and he gasps. He stares at your face, his expression so serious and focused that it almost intimidates you.

“Oh fuck, again, baby please,” He begs. “I’m so fuckin’ close.”

You clench again and Felix’s hips stutter as he starts to cum. Ropes of his warm release fill you up and the feeling of all his cum inside you triggers your orgasm closely behind.

You slap your hand over your mouth again, eyes rolling into the back of your hand as your cum combined with his, all filling up your messy pussy.

Your legs shake around his waist, your orgasm hitting you so much harder the second time. You feel like you’re on fire in the best way possible.

You feel completely empty when Felix eventually pulls out and collapses next to you. You roll onto your side and lay your head on his chest.

“Lix,” You say, voice soft.

“Yeah?” He replies, kissing your forehead.

“Do you think all your friends heard us?” You wonder.

“Probably,” Felix answers.

“Okay,” You say, eyes fluttering closed. “Worth it.”

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OKAY I FEEL BAD BC THE PERSON REQUESTING THIS DID NOT ASK FOR SMUT. i just can’t help myself IM SORRY !!!!

this is a mostly smut account tho if u do request something it’s probably gonna be smutty lol.

anyways i hope this was good and that it was enjoyable! thanks for reading!! <33

trying to break up with skz (unsuccessful)

authors note: thank you anon for requesting! i thought about doing this but wasnt sure if stay would want it! also gave me an excuse to procrastinate on my other works 🙂‍↕️

edit: pretend changbins texts are green (android) i forgot people like that exist/j. but i lwk forgot he had an samsung sorry king i failed you but im not going to redo it. also calling bank was an inside thing me and some friends did it basically calling someone out on their bullshit by putting them up to a challenge or they owe bank (money)

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this series is so so good!!! i enjoy every part so much <33

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩: 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔞 cw: mentions of drugs, alcohol, violence, prison, therapy mentions, more of a filler chapter, smut warnings below cut pairing: felix x reader wc: 1K a/n:

smut warnings: wet dream, cockwarming, grinding, pet names (princess), implied more rounds

     Information was always easy for Felix to find. Everything was on the internet. Everything was put into databases. Police files, card info, medical information, everything. It was such easy access.

     From day one, Felix was already looking into Y/n, even before Minho asked him. He knew they didn’t find anything at her old apartment. So to the internet, he went. Checking her social media first. The fabricated life people selectively chose to put out. 

     Most photos were with friends. Trips, clubs, drinks, anything. Normal twenty-something-year-old behavior. Moving on to her friend’s profiles, it was the same story. Looking into them first.

     Seana was clean essentially. She had no issues with the law and worked a good job to keep herself afloat. Posted about her friends just like Y/n. Nothing was an issue with her. Karina had a bit of a record; driving under the influence, hit and runs, possession of illegal drugs. She had a job but more of a part-time thing. Nothing that really helped support the lifestyle she wanted to portray online.

     Looking into the family was next. From what he gathered and found out from reports, her dad hadn’t been in her life since she was young and was in jail on the other side of the country. There were no records of calls to anyone since his incarceration. Pretty content with rotting away in the system. Multiple times considering he had a bit of a history of being released and getting back in months later. 

     Her mom had passed away a few years ago. Coroners report stating a mix of drugs and alcohol. Grandparents having passed away or lived elsewhere in the country. Y/n essentially had no family from what Felix could tell. He felt a little bad for her, being on your own like that could hurt.

     Checking through medical records were next on the list. The first thing he noticed was notes from therapy sessions. Becoming very interested, he made his own copy of the notes and saved it onto his computer before he heard the elevator ding.

     “Felix?” He heard Y/n’s voice call.

     “Yeah?” He called back as he minimized the windows and pulled up some other things he had been looking into for Chan.

     Y/n walked into his little home office as he turned around in his chair. Sitting in his loungewear— a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt— as she made her way over to him.

     “What’s up, princess?” Felix asked as she made her way over to him.

     “Just a bit bored, figured I come bug you,” Y/n said as he pulled her onto his lap.

     “Keep me company while I work then, yeah?”

     “Can do,” Y/n smiled as he spun the chair around back to his screens.

     Y/n wrapped her arms around him and listened to his keyboard taps and mouse clicks. It was soothing to listen to honestly. Lulling her back into sleep on top of the blonde’s lap. 

     Felix noticed her asleep a few minutes later, gently rubbing her back before pulling her medical files out again. Reading through it, a few things jumped out at him. Trust issues, compulsively lying, unwilling to work through trauma.

     Felix emailed the notes he thought were most important to Chan but kept reading. 

     “Client has mentioned early life with mother but not much. Briefly mentioned biological mother being under the influence often and redirecting anger onto the client.”

     “Client laughs when explaining a core event in her life.”

     “Clients says alcohol intake has gone down; was previously using to cope.”

     Felix kept reading. He could make guesses now why she chose to stay with them. Given her family history, maybe some lack of attention growing up caused her to seek it from anywhere in her adult life. Now, she had eight men ready to do that at any time of the day. 

     Being a liar could be useful to them. But it made him wonder; only one friend had been caught by law enforcement and charged. The other one was clean from head to toe. Y/n seemingly had a history of issues— using to cope could mean getting into some trouble. But nothing. 

     But she seemed so unphased by the eight being gangsters. Maybe she’d never been caught? Maybe she was clean? It was a little difficult to tell. 

     Felix reclined back into his chair and wrapped his arms around Y/n. He gently rubbed her back as he took in the information. He knew Chan had a plan from the beginning of this arrangement, but he also had a feeling this information was going to give him a bit more of an idea to use her.

     Felix chuckled a bit to himself as he went back to some other tasks. “Lix,” Y/n mumbled

     “Yes, princess?” He asked looking down at her. Her eyes still closed but little moans came out of her as she subtly grinded on him.

     “Silly girl,” Felix said as he moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her closer, kissing the side of her head, “Y/n.” He said

     “Mhm?” She asked, moving her head to hide in his chest.

     “Having a fun little dream?” Felix teased

     “Yes.”

     “Want some help?”

     “Please.”

     Y/n was happy she was just wearing panties and one of the boy’s t-shirts. Made it easier for him to move his sweatpants and boxers down and push her panties to the side. Lining his tip up with her entrance and slowly sank her down onto him. Y/n moaned as her walls stretched for him till he was fully inside of her.

     “Feel so good,” Y/n muttered into his chest.

     “Yeah? Think you just like having a cock in you princess,” Felix got back to work. Y/n held onto him tightly as she slowly started to grind herself against him.

     “Gonna use me to make yourself cum?” Felix asked, his baritone voice going straight to her core.

     “Please lix,” Y/n whined

     “Go ahead, princess. Just know I get to use you to cum later.”

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Cuddle buddies

Lee Felix x Fem reader

Summary: Felix is feeling lonely and he texts y/n and asks her to come over and cuddle.

bestfriends to lovers, Itzy is mentioned

A/n bro i love him sm he’s so beautiful :(

You were at your friend Yejis house, sitting in her room talking about random stuff but you got a text from someone.

Lixie🐥❤️: heyy y/n!

y/n: hey lixie! what’s up?

Lixie🐥❤️: can you come over? i need my cuddle buddy :(

y/n: awe i wish i could i’m with yeji :(

Lixie🐥❤️: can you come after?

y/n: i might be sleeping over but i’ll see :)

Lixie🐥❤️: ok! text me if you can come over!❤️

You smiled at the messages, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Was that felixxx?”

“yess” Yeji always teased you about felix, she thinks you have a crush on felix. But what no one knows is that you do. You have a crush on your best fucking friend. You got snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a hand in front of your face.

“y/n? are you ok?”

“yeah i’m good, just zoned out”

“we clearly” i stuck my tongue out at her jokingly at her sarcasm.

“um i might not be able to sleepover today” you were nervous telling her because you cancel out on sleepovers to see felix a lot.

“why this time? are you going to see felix?” you knew you couldn’t hide it anymore.

“yes, i’m sorry he asked me to come over and i feel bad saying no to him” you said being sincere with her.

“nah it’s all good! go get your man!” she yells happily pushing you out of her room. you texted felix letting him know your coming over right now.

Y/n: I’m on my way right now, i’ll be there in about 5 minutes!

Lixie🐥❤️: Yay!

After 5 minutes you go up to his door ringing his doorbell. You hear him come running to the door, next thing you know the doors open and felix has thrown himself on you in a tight hug.

“Hi lixie!” you wrapped my arms around him trying to gain heat since he wont let go of you and its snowing outside.

“ah i missed you so much n/n (nickname)”

“lix, can i come in it’s freezing out here” He unwrapped him arms from you, taking away the heat he gave you and let you in the door. you took your shoes and jacket off and as soon as they were off he pulled you into his bedroom.

He jumped on his and got under the covers opening his arms, signaling he wants you to come in bed with him. You comply and hop on his bed and nuzzle your face in his chest, since you were just outside in the freezing cold for awhile.

“what movie to you want to watch?” he asked trying to move out of your grip to grab the remote.

“noo don’t leave, just want to stay like this” you whined st him sounding like a child who just got their toy taken away from them. He laughed at you coming back to you. That’s one thing that made you fall for him, his laugh.

“Do you not want to do anything? just stay like this?” he looked down at you only to see you looking at him, you put your head back in his chest quickly like nothing happened. But he tilted your chin to look up at him.

The heavy eye contact giving you butterflies and feeling your face heat up.

“What’s the blush for, hm?” You feel him he’s teasing you, as of he knows somehow.

“I’m not” you tried to put your face back into his chest but he kept his fingers under your chin to keep you looking at him.

“What’s wrong, why are you blushing?” he asks not teasing you this time.

“Nothing, i’m just hot” In reality your freezing cold.

“Then why are you trying to keep close if your so cold?” now he was teasing you again. You were stuck, you had no words to say, no other excuses you could say. So you decided, fuck it just tell him how you feel about him.

“I-i like you felix” you felt so embarrassed, you just confessed your feelings for your bestfriend and stuttered while doing it. ‘Shit y/n you probably just ruined you friendship! you shouldn’t have said anything!’

“I like you to, i have been waiting for you to say something for the longest time.” he leaned in brushing his lips against yours.

“Can i kiss you?” without answering you lean in and kiss his soft plush lips.

“Would you want to be my girlfriend y/n?”

“Of course” He grabbed the remote and put a movie on.

“what movie is this?” i ask looking up into his beautiful eyes.

“i have no idea” we laughed and cuddled together watching the movie until we fell asleep.

hiii! can you write bff!skz fake texts?

also can i be 🐕 anon if it’s not already taken? thank you so much:D

best friend ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

SYNOPSIS  : texts with your bffs!! PLAYLIST : best friend - laufey ; worth it - beabadoobee PAIRING(S) : bff!skz x gender neutral reader WARNING(S) : cursing, bffs to lovers for 2 of the members, i think that's it??

note : omg our first anon req ( and fake text post ) !! yeah i can do that, i hope you enjoy <33 ( and you can totally be 🐕 anon !! )

bang chan

lee minho

seo changbin

hwang hyunjin

han jisung

lee felix

kim seungmin

yang jeongin

note : thank u for reading !! please send me any feedback or critiques you have, this is my first time doing these so any tips you have for me are very welcome !! my skz masterlist !!

— @bxckkdoor ᧔o᧓

@/yong.lixx

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none.

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•┈୨♡୧┈• : <<< Reminder that I do not own any of the members' names or characteristics. This is just all for entertainment only. Please do not take any words to the heart that are being said.

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divider credit — @benkeibear @strangergraphics-archive

I'm planning on writing a coraline au, but which one sounds the best?

thinking about this with jisung…. oh god..

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𝓚𝓮𝔂:

Fluff: ~ Smut: * Angst: ^

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷

Dating bangchan - Moodboard ~

Planning a date with Chan - Text format ~

Bangchan photos - Pic collage ~

Dripping With Love - Short story ~

Love In The Crown - Story series ~ *

Comfort in Discomfort - Short story ~ (Requested)

Three Years in The Making - Short story ~ (Poll)

Random sexual texts with Chan - Text format *

A Closer Connection - Sakura's Bakery Request *

Cute Bangchan pictures - Pic collage ~

Love, Laugh, and Self-Care - Birthday story ~

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀

Dating Lee Know - Moodboard ~

At a party without Minho - Text format ~ *

Lee Know photos - Pic collage ~

The Downpour Confession - Short story ~

Together and Content - Short story ~

Minho comforts you - Text format ~

Minho's trying to convince you - Text format ~

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷

When Changbin misses you - Text format ~

Dating Changbin - Moodboard ~

Changbin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking The Leap - Short story ~

The Birthday Surprise - Short story ~ *

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Dating Hyunjin - Moodboard ~

Hyunjin wants a kiss - Text format ~

Hyunjin photos - Pic collage ~

Dancing hearts series - Story series ~

A Quiet Night in Milan - Short story ~

Confessions and Connections - Short story ~

Lover boy texts - Texts ~

𝓗𝓪𝓷

Dating Han - Moodboard ~

Han misses you - Text format ^ ~

Han photos - Pic collage ~

Behind Closed Doors - Short story ~

𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁

When he accidentally leaves you on read - Text format ~

Dating Felix - Moodboard ~

Felix photos - Pic collage ~

Brownie Biased - Short story ~

𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷

Dating Seungmin - Moodboard ~

Seungmin is coming over - Text format ~

Seungmin photos - Pic collage ~

Banter and Tunes - Short story ~

A Scrapbook Surprise - Short story ~

Completely His - Sakura's Bakery Request *

𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

Dating Jeongin - Moodboard ~

On your period w/ Jeongin - Text format ~

Jeongin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking A Chance - Short story ~

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂!𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼

Fireworks and Laughter ~

Two's Company, Three's a Party ~ (Han x Reader x Felix)

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Felix!!

If you like this then follow because I'm sure you'll like my future stories!

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂! 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1055

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 8 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 4𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯

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The 8 members of Stray Kids were all excitedly preparing for the 4th of July celebration tonight. Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin each had their own idea of how to celebrate. Still, there was one thing they all agreed on - spending the night with their girlfriend, Y/n.

As the sun set, the sky turned into a dazzling display of fireworks, and the members gathered around a picnic blanket, surrounded by the sparkling lights.

Jeongin snuggled closer to Y/n’s side, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched the colorful fireworks illuminate the night sky. Changbin and Han were busy lighting up some sparklers and chasing each other around the blankets, their laughter filling the air. Chan and Minho were setting up a small, makeshift barbeque, while Felix and Seungmin were arguing over the best way to roast marshmallows.

Throughout the night, the members took turns stealing kisses from Y/n, each showing her how much they cared for her in their own way. They played games, sang songs, and shared stories, enjoying each other's company as the fireworks lit up the night sky. As the fireworks came to an end, the members and Y/n curled up together, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs as they watched the final sparks fade away. Despite their varied personalities, they all agreed that the best way to celebrate the 4th of July was by spending it with each other.

The night came to an end with the members slowly drifting off to sleep one by one, their tired bodies slumped together on the blanket. Y/n looked around at her sleeping boyfriends, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. Each one was unique, but together, they made the perfect team. As she drifted off to sleep, Y/n knew that she was lucky to have not one, but eight amazing men in her life who loved her unconditionally.

The next morning, the members woke up groggy and disheveled, their clothes rumpled from the night before. Chan stifled a yawn and looked around at his boyfriends. "How the hell did we all end up sleeping outside?"

"No idea, but my back is killing me," Minho groaned, rubbing his neck tenderly.

"Must have been the fireworks," Changbin yawned. "They were pretty late last night."

The other members mumbled their agreement, still trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Chan stretched and turned to Y/n, who was also waking up. "Hey, sleepyhead. Did you enjoy last night?"

Y/n grinned, her hair sticking out in all directions. "Of course I did. It was the best 4th of July celebration ever."

The members chuckled, each one stealing a quick kiss from Y/n as they sat up, their legs tangled together under the blanket.

"Looks like we all had the same idea," Han teased.

Felix grinned. "Yeah, how could we resist?"

The morning was spent in a lazy, comfortable haze as the members slowly got up and started packing up their things. Despite their sore backs and sleep-deprived minds, they all felt happy and content, grateful for the simple pleasure of waking up together.

As they finished packing, Chan turned to the others with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, who's up for a quick game of volleyball before breakfast?"

The others groaned, but they all knew they couldn't resist a game. "You're on," Minho said, rolling his eyes. And so, the members, along with Y/n, spent the morning playing a rowdy game of volleyball, their laughter and banter echoing through the air.

Despite their initial resistance, the members found themselves getting more and more into the game. The competition was fierce, with each member determined to win. Jeongin was surprisingly good at serves, while Hyunjin was a master at spiking the ball. Even Changbin and Han, notorious for their lack of competitiveness, got into the game, their usual playful banter replaced with fierce determination.

In the end, the game ended in a tie, with everyone laughing and high-fiving each other. "That was intense," Felix panted, flopping down on the grass.

Changbin grinned. "You guys are too competitive. But hey, at least I didn't lose."

Han stuck out his tongue. "You were cheating, admit it."

The members bickered good-naturedly as they caught their breaths, exhausted but happy. Y/n watched them, feeling a deep sense of affection for each of them. They were a chaotic bunch, but they were hers.

As the game winded down, the members decided to head back to the house to shower. As they walked, they continued to banter and tease each other, their playful banter never ceasing. Once they reached the house, they all went their separate ways, each one heading to their respective rooms to freshen up.

As they all finished showering and got dressed, they converged in the kitchen, hungry and ready for some breakfast. Chan was already cooking up a storm, the smell of eggs and bacon filling the air. Minho and Hyunjin set the table while Jeongin and Felix helped Chan with the cooking. Changbin and Han just sat at the counter, groaning loudly and complaining about being hungry.

As they all sat down at the table to eat, the mood was lighthearted and carefree. They teased each other about the previous night's events, laughing at the memories of their chaotic volleyball game. Y/n sat between Minho and Hyunjin, enjoying the sight of her boyfriends goofing around.

As they finished their breakfast, they all agreed that it had been a perfect 4th of July celebration, full of laughter and love. Each member looked around the table at the others, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Despite their individual personalities and quirks, they all knew that they were stronger together than apart.

The members finished up their breakfast and helped clean up the kitchen, still chatting and joking around. Y/n smiled as she watched them, feeling a deep sense of contentment and joy. She knew that this band of misfits, the eight men who had stolen her heart, were her family. And as they continued to build their future together, she knew that they would face it head-on, hand in hand, united in their love and support for each other.

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1039

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 4 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Felix had been having a stressful day, a string of tough dance practices and long studio sessions leaving him feeling exhausted. As he entered his dorm room, he found Y/n sitting on his bed, her legs tucked beneath her, a book forgotten in her lap.

Felix walked over to the bed silently, not wanting to disturb her. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. She looked so small and peaceful, her face relaxed in slumber. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to watch her, the steady rise and fall of her chest soothing his tired mind.

As if sensing his presence, Y/n stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face when she saw Felix sitting beside her. "You're back?" she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep.

Felix nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah, just got back," he said softly, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You were sleeping pretty deeply."

Y/n yawned, stretching lazily. She shifted closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder. "I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep," she admitted, her eyes drifting shut again. "I was reading to pass the time, and I guess I just got too comfortable."

Felix chuckled softly, his hand coming to rest on her back, rubbing small circles there. "Comfy enough to take a nap, huh?" he teased, his tone light and affectionate. "You must have been tired too."

Y/n hummed affirmatively, snuggling closer to him. "Yeah, today was a bit exhausting," she admitted, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I missed you, though."

Those words tugged at Felix's heartstrings. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I missed you too," he murmured, burying his face into her hair. "But I'm here now."

Y/n nuzzled her face into his chest, feeling the steady sound of his heartbeat against her cheek. "You smell good," she mumbled, inhaling deeply. There was something comforting about his familiar scent and the way his arms encircled her body.

Felix chuckled, a warm smile on his face. "Just good, huh?" he teased, gently squeezing her closer. "I was hoping for 'amazing' or 'irresistible' at least."

"You would smell irresistible if you made me some of your brownies" Y/n comments

Felix pulled away slightly, looking mock offended. "Excuse you," he teased, poking her side playfully. "Are you saying the only way I can be irresistible is if I make you brownies?"

Y/n giggled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not the only way, but it would definitely help your case," she replied, feigning a serious look. "I have simple needs, you know. Food is the way to my heart."

Felix faked a pout, his bottom lip sticking out exaggeratedly. "So, you're just using me for my baking skills, huh?" he said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if wounded.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, swatting at his chest playfully. "Oh, stop it. You know I love you for more than your brownies," she admonished a gentle smile still on her lips.

Felix's pout melted away, replaced by a warm smile. "I know," he said softly, nuzzling his face into her hair again. "But seriously, I'll make you some brownies later, okay? Just don't expect them to be perfect."

"Your brownies are always perfect"

Felix couldn't help but grin at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her. "You're just saying that because you're biased," he murmured, his finger tracing a pattern on her back.

"Biased? Biased about what?"

Felix chuckled, his tone filled with playful banter. "Biased about my baking skills," he clarified. "You're always going on about how amazing my brownies are, even if they're just average."

Y/n swatted his chest lightly again. "They're not just average! They're seriously good," she protested, her expression half-serious, half-joking. "And I'm not biased! It's just the truth."

Felix chuckled, loving the way she defended his skills. "Okay, okay, I'll take your word for it," he conceded, a smirk playing on his lips. "But honestly, it's kind of adorable how much you praise my brownies."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a mock look of offense on her face. "Adorable? I'm just being honest," she said, trying to sound indignant but failing to hold back a smile. "Your brownies are genuinely delicious, and you know it."

Felix couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "Right, 'honest,'" he teased, poking her side again. "I should start charging you for these compliments, you know. My ego is inflating rapidly here."

Y/n pretended to ponder his words, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hmm, maybe I could pay you in hugs and kisses instead of money," she suggested a playful gleam in her eyes.

Felix faked a shocked expression. "Now we're getting somewhere," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I like this idea. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

Y/n laughed, leaning in closer to him. "Yeah, I get to indulge in your brownies and your cuddles, and you get your ego stroked. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me," she teased.

Felix wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her onto his lap. "You're not wrong," he conceded, resting his chin on top of her head. "And let's be honest, your cuddles are always appreciated anyway."

Y/n snuggled against Felix, relishing the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace. "You're making a compelling case for yourself, you know," she murmured, her voice soft.

Felix chuckled, his fingers gently stroking her back. "Is it working?" he asked, his tone playful.

Y/n pretended to consider his question for a moment before nodding. "Maybe just a bit," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But don't get too cocky."

Felix feigned exaggerated arrogance, puffing out his chest. "Too late," he declared with mock bravado. "I already feel invincible."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Irresistible," she teased, poking his stomach. "Just don't let it go to your head."

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