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Today marks ONE YEAR with you guys! Chan, Woojin, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, & Jeongin I am so proud to be STAY and apart of this godly fandom. I hope we can get more years together. I LOVE YOU

to all those human beings out there still upset about the chan cornrow situation, try watching this video. i don't know if it would help but it could try to help you get a wider perspective on the word cultural appropriation.

i miss coca cola oppar.. 🥴

Need.

Just a Felix clip he’s so silly :]

TW: blood blood (no gore, just the word blood a lot) (is self-destructive knife-gripping considered gore?) knife, poison, talk of bad past, sidechanging backstabbing b!tch(?), pls vote on the poll or smt, idk, i'm desperate ig? no beta we die like cowards

<3

war had always plagued your life.

born to soldier parents in the middle of a cold war, taken away as a child and trained ruthlessly until you lost your humanity. you fought that last war, won that last, big fight, and almost lost your purpose. your biggest goal, your only goal had been accomplished, you had changed sides and saved those you could, redeeming yourself as much as possible. and bangchan found you. he had formed his team like this too, picking up strays and giving them hope ad family, something to live and fight for, something human.

but you just didn't know how to be human...

you were supposed to protect him.

you sit sprawled on the chair outside the infirmary doors, his blood still staining your clothes and face, the knife in your hand.

you grip it harder, the hilt isn't in your hand, the blade is. it cuts through your skin, presses for more blood, your blood. the two mix over your bloody, messy, dirty form.

yeah, you were supposed to protect him.

if you had been a second later, a single second more, he'd have been dead. killed.

the enemy's blood and his mix on your torso, yours adding into the mess in your palm.

the blood dribbles down your hands, some soaking your pants and some dripping on to the floor.

you can hear every drop hit the ground.

you can hear your heartbeat race in your ears, your breath rings in them.

you can't hear the outside world, the commotion behind the doors you're sat by.

some things went wrong. horribly wrong. you don't remember clearly, too buzzed from the poison still in your sytem.

you remember suddenly feeling too much, of every sense. feel the faux soothe of the taste in your mouth and a wave of white, calm electricity running through your veins after a drink that tasted differently then the alcohol added to it.

it hurt.

then it stopped.

and you still haven't snapped back to yourself yet. you couldn't feel anything, no sense of yours was working. everything was behind a glass globe of faux serenity.

they shout. they yell. they argue.

your hand tightens more on the blade, blood raining down your palm like a faucet.

you don't hear. you don't smell. you don't see. you look, but don't see. you hear, but don't understand.

everything is too quiet.

you're too hurt to panic about it.

the drug is still in your system.

"hyung she's hurt! she saved chan! she needs help!" changbin loudly pleaded with minho, the furious argument between almost everyone in the team only got tighter with tension at the fact that they knew nothing. why you changed sides, if you changed sides, if they could trust you.

why you helped chan. protected him.

and then got drugged with an array of somethings.

and now you were unresponsive. but alive. and chan was unconscious. but alive. and the team was in a panicked mess. and the second hyung still didn't take anyone's shit for safety.

"i'm locking her down. we can deal with it after chan wakes up."

"she's bleeding!" jeongin too, persists. "and she's still shaking, minho!" jisung, also.

felix was abnormally quiet.

even as jisung and jeongin insisted, even as changbin loudly and angrily demanded, even as hyunjin stayed quiet in conflict, felix didn't react. yet.

"hyung don't!"

"minho-hyung! please, come on! what if she dies?"

minho didn't listen as he walked out of the infirmary, heading straight towards you to grasp you by the collar, hauling you up to your feet to practically drag you to one of the cells - yes, cells. mostly used for torture and questioning - downstairs, ignoring half of the team trying to convince him, and the other half either torn between the two sides or stopping and slowing the opposing party.

you spend your locked hours in silence, blood making it up in your throat from the effects of the poison, but your body refuses to give up even in such a state.

your mind might be conflicted, but your body stayed true to its origin - unhuman and resilient.

it takes a disappointingly long time before you're visited.

chan. sat on a chair not too far from you, disheveled and still shaking from his unrested body fighting to stay awake or standing.

he's defenseless in this state.

he doesn't fear you, though. doubts your trust, yes, but doesn't fear you. it's more... respect, really.

you don't think you can move a finger let alone attack him any way - you don't even want to, honestly - , not in this state. bloody, pale, involuntary tremors shocking your body and cold sweat running down your skin.

he sits with his legs spread enough to lean down and brace his arms on his thighs, looking down at you with a mixture of emotions.

"... why did you.. save me." it's not necessarily a question or a demand, it sounds like he's asking for advice or whispering sweet nothings in a wounded animal's ear. or maybe that's just how he talks, soft-spoken and cautious.

or maybe you've already idolised him in your head. a saviour, a master worth serving, a friend, a brother.

a caring soul, first of all.

you stay silent, morese because you're unable to think of a reply. an answer.

truthfully, you don't know. why had you saved him? because he needed it? because you suddenly felt human? because you suddenly felt human when he looked at you like you were, and kept seeing you as so much more than a weapon, further and deeper down the mask of a soldier, a death machine?

the silence spans on for too long, but you know he's not getting impatient. he understands.

you want to etch thkse into your scalp and keep carving the words over and over until you go through your own skull.

he understands. he understands. he understands.

so much that you're starting to feel-

feel. relief? happiness? salvation? reverence? gratuity?

he understands, and he nods as he averts his gaze to not keep staring at you - thinking he might have made you a bit uncomfortable. maybe he did. maybe. you're starting to realise things about yourself you didn't know you knew.

"i.. listen," he shifts and slides further with a sigh, as if the five foot of distance between you made him inaudible or him scooching closer a few inches would change that - you can hear him perfectly well. i mean... as well as a poisoned superhuman soldier could.

"i want to help you." he continues, looking down at his feet once before turning his deep, thoughtful eyes back to you.

his words warm a part of you that died long ago.

you find your voice again, along with your answer.

"that's why.." you croak out through a mouthful of dried blood that feels like gravel in your windpipe.

he almost furrows his brows in confusion, lips parting to ask-

"why i saved.. you.." you cut him off.

it's incredibly hard to talk. not only because of the poison and the blood in your mouth, but because you've never talked.

not like this.

you weren't trained to talk. you weren't expected to, weren't asked to - the only thing you've done is kill. in the name of who, you lost count of.

your hands flex and go back lax in your lap, the blade lodged in your palm long gone.

"you're worth.. dying for. fighting.. for."

you don't know what you're saying, only that you mean it.

your heartfelt moment of weakness is cut short.

footsteps. you hear them before he does, eyes darting to the metal, heavy door before the figure comes to a stop outside and pulls the latch off to enter.

blond. freckles, angular, cute face and a button nose.

out of the two of you, he's more of a girl, more womanly than you are, with how he looks.

how he looks? straight from the heavens.

"felix." the face has a name now, as chan addreses him with concern or warning, but 'felix' doesn't pay it any mind.

ha has antiseptics and some sort of solution in his hands, gauze and a bottle of water. he rushes for you.

felix centric, gang and crime au, violence, idefk, like heavy themes, weapon-turned-human, somebody save me syndrome, felix is so bright this kicked animal has no choice but to succumb, chan as an older brother or a mentor figure, minho comes around eventually, the text includes their pics bc they're heavy on this piece and also bc i said so.

Unseen Barriers

Felix x reader!! felix x fem reader!! skz yongbok x reader!! word count: 5.5k

a stray kids fic wherein You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.

(or a forbidden love between you and felix)

an: i know i promised for part 2 of some of my works. but then i posted another fic again, i just cant help it as i read it in my drafts. please i love this soo damn much. so please love this also as much as i love it.)

It was Valentine’s Day, and Felix sighed as he stared at his locker overflowing with flowers, letters, and chocolates. He knelt down to pick up the ones that had fallen, his expression void of any excitement. It wasn’t that he was boastful about receiving so many presents—far from it. The weight of unreciprocated affection made him sigh again, knowing that he couldn’t return the feelings that so many people had for him.

As he organized his things, a girl shyly approached, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when Felix’s indifferent gaze fell on her.

“Uh, Felix…” she began, her voice wavering, “I accidentally bought two tickets for the movie tonight, and I don’t have anyone to give the extra to. Do you want to come with me?”

“That’s nice of you, but I’m sorry. I have something to do tonight.” His tone was polite but detached, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.

“Oh… okay.” The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable. “But, um, could you at least take this cookie? I baked it with love.”

Felix’s eyes flicked to the cookie, then back to her. “You should share it with your friends,” he replied flatly, his gaze briefly shifting to the group of girls peeking from behind a nearby wall. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the girl to stand there, clutching her cookie with a crestfallen expression.

Felix didn’t like taking advantage of those who liked him. It was better to let them down early than to let their hopes build up, even if it meant being distant. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he headed back to his classroom, his mind already shifting to the next task when a sudden shout echoed down the hallway.

“Oh my god, she’s here!”

Felix glanced up briefly, noticing the shift in the hallway’s atmosphere as all eyes turned to you. He merely shrugged, relieved that, for once, the attention was no longer on him. He slipped away quietly, grateful for the distraction.

Back in the classroom, Felix focused on writing down everything the professor said, his concentration broken only when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, noting the sender's name—“Little Boss”—and dismissed it, returning to his notes. But when the phone buzzed again with another message, he reluctantly read it:

Come to the garden. I have something to give you. -

He ignored it, but when his phone rang for the third time, Felix sighed, realizing it wouldn’t stop until he responded. He excused himself from the classroom, and the professor nodded without hesitation. Felix was known as a diligent student, a model for others, so his rare requests to leave class were never questioned.

“What do you want?” Felix’s voice was colder than the crisp air of the garden as he found you admiring the roses.

“You’re late,” you noted, turning to face him with a gentle smile.

“Because I knew this wasn’t important.” His words were like ice, cutting through the warmth of your gesture.

Your smile faltered, but you quickly pushed the hurt aside, stepping closer to him. You thrust a paper bag into his hands, forcing him to take it.

“This is expensive,” Felix remarked, his tone more of an accusation than gratitude.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t steal money from my dad again. I worked hard to buy it, so just take it.”

Felix sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He knew arguing with you was pointless. You were stubborn, and no matter what he said, you’d do things your way.

“You should go back to class,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He turned to leave, eager to put this interaction behind him, but you stopped him with a soft, “Wait.”

He paused, but the impatience was clear in his eyes as he turned back to you.

Gently, you plucked a rose from the bush, you were the one who planted it there, and slipped it into the pocket of his uniform jacket, your fingers brushing against the fabric. “Now you can go,” you said with a small smile, as if the gesture could melt the wall he had built between you.

Felix’s expression remained unreadable as he walked back to his locker, the paper bag hanging loosely from his hand. He opened the locker and stared at the box someone had placed near it—a gift from a janitor who had grown tired of cleaning up the endless cascade of letters and chocolates.

Felix opened the paper bag you gave. Inside was an expensive pair of shoes, the exact ones he had been eyeing but couldn’t afford. His chest tightened with a mix of emotions he didn’t want to acknowledge. This was too much. He couldn’t accept something like this, not from you.

He quickly gathered the rest of the gifts from his locker, piling them into the box. But when he glanced at the paper bag and the rose you had given him, Felix hesitated. He placed the items carefully inside his locker, closing the door with a soft click.

-

It was time to head home. Felix slung his bag over his left shoulder, letting it hang casually as he walked towards the school gate with both hands buried deep in his pockets. He paused near the entrance, his eyes following you as you got into a car. Once you were out of sight, he continued his walk to the bus stop, the familiar route offering little solace.

As he waited for the bus, he found himself absentmindedly staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The bus arrived, and Felix took his usual seat near the window, watching the city blur by as he made his way to your address.

Arriving at your family’s mansion, Felix smiled at the guard stationed at the entrance, offering a polite greeting before stepping inside the expansive grounds. The pathway to the mansion was lined with lush greenery, the carefully tended plants and flowers giving the place an almost paradisiacal feel. He nodded in acknowledgment to the gardener trimming the trees and his wife sweeping up the fallen leaves, their warm smiles a welcome and Felix smiled like a sunshine he was.

The mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur almost oppressive. Despite its size, it felt empty to Felix—a hollow shell filled with wealth but devoid of warmth.

Felix didn’t head toward the main house, though. Instead, he walked to the smaller house near the garden, where he and his mother lived. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the comforting scent of home.

"My son is here," his mother said with a bright smile, wrapping him in a tight hug. Felix held her close, his heart swelling with the comfort of being home. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers hidden under table near them, carefully arranged with blooms he had picked from the garden the day before.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

His mother’s eyes welled up with tears as she accepted the bouquet, her voice thick with emotion. “Aw, thank you, my son. I love you so much.”

Felix felt a warmth spread through him as he hugged her again, this time even tighter. He knew how much his mother had sacrificed, and he was determined to give her the world one day.

His mother had been working as a cleaner for your family since Felix was seven, a job she had taken after his father’s business went bankrupt. When his father ran from their responsibilities, leaving them in financial ruin, Felix’s mother sold everything they owned to pay off the debts. The job with your family had been a lifeline, allowing them to survive.

Felix had grown up in your mansion, helping out where he could, especially in the kitchen, where his knack for cooking quickly became apparent. It was during those moments in the kitchen that you first noticed him. He was just a boy back then, but something about his quiet determination and gentle kindness drew you in.

At first, you and Felix became close because you were the same age and both felt lonely in the huge, empty mansion. The house, no matter how grand, felt cold and quiet when your parents were away on business trips, which happened a lot. Felix, who worked at the mansion and lived in a small house on the property with his mother, was a comforting presence. He kept you company, told you stories, and filled the silence with laughter. You spent hours together, finding comfort in each other's company.

But when your mother found out about your friendship with Felix, she was furious. She had always been strict and powerful, and her anger seemed to grow even worse. One evening, she barged into your room, her face full of rage.

“How dare you?” she yelled. “How dare you spend time with someone like him?”

Felix, who had always been kind and respectful, suddenly became the target of her wrath. She saw him as a threat to her carefully managed image and status. To her, Felix was just a poor worker who didn’t belong in her world.

“You will never see him again,” she said, her voice cold. “If you keep this up, I’ll have him kicked out of school and make sure he pays for it.”

Her threats were harsh. She made it clear that if Felix stayed in your life, she would use her influence to ruin him. She promised to take away his scholarship, get him removed from the mansion, and make sure his family suffered. Her power was strong, and the fear she created was real.

Felix, struggling to make ends meet, knew how serious the situation was. He realized that being friends with someone like you, someone from a different world, was too risky. The gap between your lives was too big, and the consequences of defying your mother were too severe. He understood that her threats were real and could destroy not only his future but also his family’s well-being.

Felix saw that you had feelings for him, and even though you were willing to risk everything, he knew it was a fight he couldn’t win. Despite your determination to stand up for him, Felix knew he had to protect you from the fallout. He tried to explain that your worlds were too different and that staying friends was not possible. His words were harsh, and he acted cold, but it was all to keep you from getting hurt.

You didn’t want to listen to his warnings. You were determined to fight for him, believing that love could overcome anything. But Felix, knowing the real dangers and the threats hanging over both of you, stayed firm. He pushed you away to keep you safe, even if it meant hurting you.

The mansion, once warm with your friendship, became a place of silence and sadness. Felix’s absence left a big gap, a constant reminder of how love alone couldn’t overcome the differences between your worlds. The friendship you had was broken by the harsh realities of power and social class, leaving you with the painful lesson that sometimes, beautiful things are destroyed by forces beyond your control. You were both only ten years old at the time.

Now, seven years later, you stood at your bedroom window, watching Felix as he trimmed the plants in your garden. He was still the same Felix—kind-hearted and hardworking—but there was a distance between you now, a coldness that hadn’t been there before. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Felix sensed your presence but didn’t look up. He focused on his work, pretending not to notice you watching him.

“Felix!” you finally called out after watching him in silence for nearly twenty minutes.

He lifted his head and met your gaze, his expression unreadable.

You waved at him, trying to break the ice. “Can I come down there?”

Felix shook his head without hesitation, his face remaining neutral.

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but you managed to muster a small smile. “Okay… maybe next time,” you said softly, almost to yourself.

In the past, you might have ignored his refusal and come down anyway, defying the unspoken barriers between you. But today, something held you back. Perhaps it was the realization that no matter how much you loved him, Felix wasn’t going to reciprocate those feelings. Not now, not ever.

-

"Happy birthday to you!"

The cheerful voices of the workers in your mansion filled the room, their smiles bright as they sang the birthday song for Felix. The cook proudly held up the cake he had baked, and Felix's mother carefully lit the candles, her face glowing with love and pride.

Felix had just arrived home from school, tired but content, when he flicked on the light and was greeted with the surprise. His eyes widened in shock, a smile breaking out across his face as he took in the sight of everyone gathered just for him. The warmth of their affection wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

After they finished singing, Felix went around hugging everyone, gratitude bubbling up inside him. These people had become his family, and he cherished each one of them.

"Now, make a wish," someone called out playfully.

Felix, though not one to believe in wishes, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. He made a silent prayer, then blew out the candles in one smooth breath.

"What did you wish for?" his mother asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Mom, if I tell you, it won’t come true," Felix chuckled, pulling her into a tight hug.

Dinner was a simple affair, but the laughter and camaraderie around the table made it feel like a feast fit for royalty. The night was filled with stories, jokes, and the clinking of glasses as they celebrated not just Felix's birthday, but the bond they all shared.

As the night wore on, the celebration wound down, and Felix found himself outside, gazing up at the stars. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. His mother had already gone to bed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the peaceful sounds of the night.

Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tranquility wash over him. Life was beautiful in its own way, but his dreams were bigger than this small world he lived in. He longed for more, to reach heights that seemed distant but not impossible.

His gaze drifted to the window of your room, noticing that the lights were off. He glanced at his phone; there were just ten minutes left of his birthday. A small pang of disappointment tugged at his heart.

Why hadn’t you greeted him?

He looked at your window again, feeling a twinge of regret. "Maybe I was too hard on her," he mumbled to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. Just as he was about to turn away and head to bed, a soft glow illuminated your window. His heart skipped a beat as you opened it, and your eyes met his across the distance.

You smiled at him, a gentle, sincere smile that made Felix’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion. He couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of his mouth lifting as if on their own accord.

You pulled out your phone, and a moment later, Felix's phone rang. He answered it, holding it to his ear as he continued to watch you.

"Happy birthday," you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth that reached him even through the distance.

Felix didn’t respond right away, just listening to the sound of your voice, letting it wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold night.

"I wanted to be special," you continued, your voice tinged with a shy sweetness. "I hope I was the last one to greet you."

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both simply looked at each other, words unnecessary in that moment.

"Thank you," Felix finally whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Goodnight," you said after another long pause, your voice as gentle as the night breeze. You smiled at him one last time before ending the call and closing your window.

Felix stood there for a moment, his phone still pressed to his ear even after the call ended. A soft smile played on his lips as he looked up at your now-dark window.

The truth was, he had been waiting for you too.

-

The next day at school, Felix was walking through the hallway when one of the teachers stopped him. “Felix, could you do me a favor?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Ms. Kim is out sick today, and we need someone to supervise the class. Could you assist?”

Felix, always willing to help, nodded. “Of course, I’ll take care of it.”

He made his way to your classroom, his expression neutral as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room went silent as the students noticed him, some whispering to each other in surprise. Felix was well-known around school—an achiever, a leader, someone everyone looked up to.

You, sitting near the window, couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you saw him. You’d been staring out at the clouds, daydreaming, when his presence snapped you back to reality. Felix walked to the teacher’s desk, setting his bag down, and then addressed the class.

“Ms. Kim isn’t here today, so I’ll be supervising,” he said in his usual calm and composed tone. “She left some seatwork for you to complete. I’ll distribute it now.”

As he handed out the worksheets, Felix moved methodically through the rows, his attention focused on the task. When he reached your desk, you looked up at him, hoping for a moment of eye contact, but he never glanced your way. He simply placed the paper in front of you and continued on.

You sighed softly, feeling a mix of admiration and disappointment. Felix was always like this—distant, almost as if there was an invisible wall between the two of you that you couldn’t break through. As the rest of the class began working on the assignment, you stared at the paper in front of you, your mind suddenly blank. The questions seemed more difficult than you expected, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you hadn’t studied enough.

Felix had settled at the teacher’s desk, a book in hand, his attention seemingly absorbed in its pages. You felt nervous, knowing he was just a few feet away. His presence, while usually comforting, now only added to your anxiety.

You began to scratch your head, frowning as you tried to make sense of the first question. Your seatmate, Seungmin, noticed your struggle and leaned over slightly. “Need some help?” he whispered, a friendly smile on his face.

You looked at him, relief washing over you, and were about to nod when Felix’s voice cut through the room.

“Everyone,” Felix announced without looking up from his book, “no talking during the seatwork. And no sharing answers.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

You froze, your heart pounding. Seungmin quickly turned back to his own paper, and you were left to face the assignment on your own. The nerves made it even harder to focus, and you found yourself barely able to complete more than half of the questions.

When the time came to pass in the papers, your classmates rushed to the front, eager to hand theirs directly to Felix. The girls, in particular, took the opportunity to chat with him, their voices laced with admiration and interest. You watched from your seat, feeling a pang of envy but also a sense of reluctance. You didn’t want to hand in your half-completed work, knowing it would only disappoint him.

As the last few students left the classroom, you remained seated, nervously tapping your pencil against the desk. Felix was now alone at the teacher’s desk, organizing the papers with his usual efficiency. Finally, mustering up the courage, you stood and walked over to him, clutching your paper tightly in your hands.

“Felix…,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked up from the papers, his expression unreadable. “Is it okay if I… maybe, pass this as an assignment? I… I ran out of time.”

He glanced at the paper you were holding, then back at you. There was a long pause, and for a moment, you thought he might agree. But then he shook his head. “No. You need to submit it now.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze, even though his tone was still calm, almost indifferent. Reluctantly, you handed over your paper, unable to meet his eyes. Felix took it without a word, his expression unchanging as he glanced over your answers. He didn’t say anything—no criticism, no encouragement. Just silence.

You bowed your head, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you waited for him to say something, anything. But Felix simply added your paper to the pile and looked back up at you. “Goodbye,” he said, his tone as cool as ever, before turning away and leaving the classroom with the stack of papers in his hands.

You stood there for a moment, feeling ashamed and a bit defeated. You knew you hadn’t done well, and the thought of Felix seeing your poor performance made you feel even worse. With a heavy sigh, you returned to your seat, packing up your things slowly, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment.

What you didn’t know was that after leaving the classroom, Felix found a quiet spot in the school office. As he flipped through the stack of papers, he came across yours. Without hesitation, he pulled out a pen and began filling in the answers you hadn’t been able to complete, his expression softening slightly. He made sure the work was correct before carefully placing your paper in the middle of the stack, ensuring it wouldn’t stand out.

-

"Congratulations, Felix! You've been accepted to your dream university with a full scholarship! Your dreams are finally coming true!"

The principal’s voice rang out, followed by a wave of applause from the entire faculty gathered in the office. Felix stood there, slightly overwhelmed, as everyone around him clapped and congratulated him.

The smiles on their faces weren’t just for show; they were genuinely proud of him. They had seen firsthand what Felix had gone through at such a young age, how he had fought hard against the odds, and how he had slowly but surely been achieving his dreams. Seeing him take this monumental step forward was a moment of pride for everyone who had supported him along the way.

Felix felt a warm flush of happiness spread through him. He took a moment to thank each teacher, each mentor, each person who had been a part of his journey. Their words of encouragement and pride felt like a soothing balm to the years of hard work and struggle he had endured. This acceptance into his dream university was more than just a milestone; it was the culmination of every sacrifice, every late-night study session, and every ounce of determination he had poured into his education.

When he finally got home, Felix couldn’t contain his excitement. He rushed inside, barely pausing to kick off his shoes, and found his mother in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.

“Mom!” Felix called out, his voice bubbling with joy. “I got in! They accepted me with a full scholarship!”

His mother turned to him, and the pride in her eyes made Felix’s heart swell even more. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed forward to embrace him. They held each other tightly, the joy and relief washing over them in waves.

“I’m so proud of you, Felix,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks too, and he didn’t bother wiping them away.

"Mom, we’re almost there," he murmured into her shoulder. "I’ll become a doctor, and then we can finally live happily. I’ll buy you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

His mother pulled back slightly to look at him, her smile radiant through her tears. “I don’t need anything, my son. You’re all I’ve ever need. I’m so happy for you, and I’m so proud of you.”

She kissed his cheek, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Then, with a tenderness that made Felix’s chest ache, she said, “You’ll be living far away now. So you must take care of yourself, alright? Promise me that.”

Felix nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. He wrapped his arms around his mother again, holding her as if he could imprint this moment into his memory forever. The happiness he felt was indescribable, a mixture of relief, accomplishment, and love.

But as he held his mother, another thought crept into his mind, unbidden and persistent.

How about you?

The question lingered in the back of his mind, casting a small shadow over his joy. Felix pushed the thought away, not wanting to dampen this moment, but it stayed with him, a quiet reminder of something unresolved.

-

Days had passed, and now it was your 18th birthday—a milestone you had been looking forward to, with a grand celebration planned in the garden. From early in the morning, the entire estate buzzed with activity. Workers moved with purpose, setting up decorations, arranging tables, and ensuring that everything was perfect. Despite your parents hiring the most famous event organizer and the best chefs, Felix was among those helping to prepare. He worked tirelessly, assisting wherever he was needed, and when the night came, he was assigned to be a server at the event.

As the evening descended, the party commenced. The garden was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Felix moved through the crowd, his expression focused as he carried trays and attended to guests. But amidst the elegant decorations and the mingling of your guests, you were nowhere to be seen. Everyone waited in anticipation for your entrance.

Then, the host's voice boomed over the speakers, announcing your arrival.

Every spotlight in the garden shifted, illuminating the grand doors that led from the house. And there you were, stepping into the light like a vision.

Felix froze in place, his breath catching as his eyes locked onto you.

You were a vision in your debut gown, an opulent violet off-the-shoulder ball gown that shimmered under the lights. The voluminous skirt cascaded like a waterfall, reminiscent of the one Belle wore, but yours was a deep, rich violet—a color that only served to enhance your beauty. You looked like a princess, ethereal and untouchable.

As you walked down the carpet, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were on one end, and he stood at the other, watching as you approached. When your gaze met his, you smiled— a smile so radiant it made Felix’s heart stumble in his chest.

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. The noise of the party, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of conversation all faded away. It was just you and him, two souls drawn together in a moment of pure, unspoken connection. Felix, who had never believed in fantasies or romances, found himself ensnared by the magic of this moment. You were walking towards him, and he stood there, lost in you, until you passed by him, breaking the spell.

Felix blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as you climbed up onto the platform, where the crowd erupted into applause. He realized he had been standing there, staring, completely forgetting his duties.

“Uh, my champagne, please,” a voice beside him interrupted.

Felix snapped back to reality, scolding himself for losing focus. The rest of the evening, he kept his head down, avoiding looking at you, determined to do his job without further distraction.

As the night wore on, the party slowly drew to a close. It had been the best birthday you could have asked for, filled with laughter, music, and joy. But as you bathed and changed into more comfortable clothes, a feeling of incompleteness settled in your heart. The party had been perfect, but something was missing.

You stood by your window, gazing out at the now-quiet garden. The clock showed it was almost midnight. Felix had wished you a happy birthday earlier, but it had been through a simple text, and somehow, that didn’t feel special enough.

Quietly, you left your room, careful not to wake your parents, and slipped out of the house. The garden, which had been full of life earlier, was now still, the remnants of the celebration tidily cleared away. You made your way through the bushes until you stood before the small house you often visited.

Lifting your hand to knock on the door, you were suddenly pulled back. Startled, you turned to see Felix standing there, his grip firm but gentle on your arm.

Without a word, he led you away from the house. You followed him, trusting him implicitly, until you both reached the fountain. The sound of the water bubbling softly in the night added to the sense of intimacy that surrounded you both.

Felix stopped and turned to face you. Even after a long day of hard work, he looked as handsome as ever, and your heart ached with the depth of your feelings for him. You held his gaze, waiting, hoping, not daring to look away for fear that he might disappear again, as he often did.

He sighed, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and reached into his pocket. Your eyes followed his movements as he pulled out a small velvety box. Extending it toward you, he met your gaze once more.

"Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and steady.

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering. You had heard those words countless times today, but coming from him, they felt different—more special, more meaningful.

He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a rose pendant nestled inside. The simplicity and beauty of it took your breath away.

"It’s not as expensive as what you’re used to, but I hope—"

"It’s beautiful!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine delight. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen.

Felix smiled, a small but sincere curve of his lips that made your heart race.

"Can you put it on me?" you asked, your voice soft with anticipation.

Felix hesitated, his eyes widening slightly before he nodded. You gathered your hair in your hands, lifting it to expose your neck, and Felix stepped closer. The proximity made your heart pound in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. Every second stretched, and you found yourself wishing you could stay like this, wrapped in his presence.

But all too soon, Felix stepped back, breaking the spell once more. You almost shivered from the loss of his warmth, but his words brought comfort.

“It’s beautiful on you,” he said, his voice soft as he admired the necklace resting against your skin.

You held the pendant between your fingers, feeling the warmth of his sincerity. “Thank you so much, Felix,” you said, your voice full of emotion. “You made my day complete.”

In that moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings, you stepped closer to him and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it held all the emotions you had been carrying for so long. It felt magical, a perfect expression of the love you had kept hidden in your heart.

A lone tear escaped your eye as you pulled away, the realization of how deeply you loved him settling in. It was a love that hurt, a love that felt too big to contain.

But as you started to turn away, Felix caught your wrist, pulling you back to him. Before you could react, he kissed you.

It was different this time. His lips moved against yours with a steadiness that took your breath away. When you finally registered what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his neck, responding with all the love you had stored in your heart.

Felix had always been a part of your world, a constant presence in the background of your life. But now, standing here with him, you realized that love wasn’t always easy. Loving him had been hard, full of obstacles and unspoken words, but for Felix, this moment was a revelation.

He realized he had been too much of a coward, hiding behind his own fears and uncertainties. But as he kissed you, he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was the moment where everything became clear.

As you both held onto each other in the quiet of the night, you understood that love was worth the risk.

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Stray Kids MTL to Beg Their s/o to Play with Their Hair when They’re Stressed

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Stray Kids MTL to be into Someone Older or Younger

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Stray Kids Reaction | They see Their s/o Without Makeup for the First Time

Warnings: These are kinda short omg I’m sorry; Stray Kids are babies.

Woojin

This kid loves you with all his heart, so when he accidentally walked in on you taking off your make up in the bathroom, he wasn’t shocked, disappointed, or even a bit upset. In fact, he fell for you all over again.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful, why do you even need all of that? You’re so perfect!”

This gif doesn’t really fit in with the reaction but he’s singing with all his heart and soul so my uwus are dropping like crazy.

Chris

Baby boy culture here. So the first time you showed your bare face to Chris was when you facetimed him. You were eating dinner when he called you and you just happened to be watching vines previously so it your phone was set up so that he could see your face. Now, you had also just showered so your makeup was off and lets just say that Chris was more than an little surprised.

“BABY WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE THIS GORGOUS?”

Minho

Ugh this kid couldn’t stop smiling you thought he taped his cheeks apart or something. It was creepy. The two of you were watching a movie after you showered and your makeup washed off so he couldn’t stop smiling and staring at you.

“Mi amor you’re so beautiful, you should be like this more when we’re alone.”

Changbin

This munchkin would actually tackle you in hugs and kisses. Like, when you woke up and wearily walked into the kitchen with your hair a mess and your face bare, he wouldn’t stop hugging you and smothering you with kisses. He would sneakily take pictures of you and make it his wallpaper on his phone.

When the boys would ask about it or point it out, Changbin would roll his eyes.

“Hey, don’t be jealous that I have the most beautiful girlfriend out there.”

Hyunjin

You walked out of hair and makeup completely barefaced. You were filming with Stray Kids for their upcoming music video I need a comeback and was told that you were going to be entirely submerged in water, therefore makeup wouldn’t be ideal. So, they took it all off. When you walked out, Hyunjin immediately spotted you and ran over, baffled at your state.

“Baby, why don’t you do this more often? You’re so pretty without makeup.”

Jisung

Your boyfriend was doing an interview when you slid in and joined him, as sweaty as you could be. The two of you did a duet which involved an insane choreography, so naturally you were dying. Grabbing a towel, you attempted to wipe off the sweat, which actually took off all of your makeup. Jisung couldn’t  talk the rest of the interview because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this beautiful?”

Felix

Being the king of barefaced idols isn’t easy, especially when you have freckles, but when Felix met you he couldn’t say no. Ever. You were perfect in his eyes. So when you showed up to his house in your pajamas with no makeup on he couldn’t help but jump up and down in joy.

“We need to go out barefaced more often. Perhaps people will ship us more so JYP would be more comfortable with letting us go public.”

Seungmin

“Hey, have you ever thought about taking off your makeup?”

The question Seungmin asked came out of the blue when you were watching some mindless television. You weren't shocked, just confused. But before the two of you could say anything else, you walked into the bathroom and wiped off your makeup only to walk back into the living room, a smile plastered on his face.

“I knew it. You’re more perfect with it off.”

Jeongin

You opened the door to Jeongin’s room. You were crying because you missed your parents and tried to wipe your tears as much as possible but you wiped your makeup off in the process. You curled up into his arms as he cradled you to sleep.

“I know this might not be the best time to say it, but you’re beautiful barefaced baby.”

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"Would you like another one?"

Paring: Baker!Felix x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Brownie Boy decides to put a little something inside a brownie he made just for you so he can get a special ingredient for his frosting.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this half-awake today. Also, should I make a fem version of this? Anyways enjoy! And requests are opened.

M/n stepped into the dimly lit bakery, the smell of freshly baked pastries filling the air. It was well past closing time, but Felix, M/n's best friend and the baker extraordinaire, had left a light on for him. The two of them shared a special bond, one that transcended mere friendship; they were practically inseparable. M/n wove through the empty tables, the chairs on top of them, and the counters covered in neatly stacked bowls of freshly whipped cream and sprinkles. He rounded the corner to find Felix in the back, his hands covered in flour, his face beet red from the heat of the oven.

"Hey, Felix," M/n called out, setting his bag down on the counter. "You know you could've just texted me to come back later."

Felix laughed, wiping his flour-covered hands on his apron. "Oh, you know me, M/n. I always like to see you." He glanced at the clock, then back at M/n. "But since you're here, why don't you help me with these cupcakes? I made an extra-large batch today, and I could use an extra pair of hands."

M/n nodded, stepping up to the counter. He loved helping Felix in the kitchen; it always made him feel so… useful. Together, they worked in companionable silence, piping icing onto the cupcakes and decorating them with sprinkles. After a few minutes, Felix paused and leaned in close. "You know," he whispered, "I made a special brownie just for you."

M/n's stomach growled at the mention of brownies. "You did?" Felix grinned, handing him the pan. "Go ahead, take it. I already put it in the oven, so it should be nice and warm."

As M/n carried the pan over to the oven, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest. It wasn't just from the heat of the oven; it was the thoughtfulness behind Felix's gesture. He set the pan on the counter, taking a deep breath in anticipation of the first bite. He glanced over at Felix, who was carefully icing one of the cupcakes, and found himself wondering how long it had been since they'd had a night like this, just the two of them.

Time seemed to slow down as he took a bite of the brownie. The chocolate was rich and fudgy, the walnuts providing a pleasant crunch against his teeth. But it wasn't long before he felt a strange sensation washing over him. His cheeks flushed, his heart raced, and he found himself unable to meet Felix's gaze. "Um," he stammered, putting the half-eaten brownie down on the counter. "Felix, I think you put something in this brownie."

Felix laughed, walking over to stand behind M/n. "You mean the aphrodisiac?" he asked, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Don't worry about it. It's all natural, and it'll make things more fun."

As the effects of the aphrodisiac continued to take hold, M/n found himself growing more and more uncomfortable. His heart raced, and he could feel a warmth building in his groin. "Felix," he said, his voice strained, "I don't feel so good."

Felix placed a reassuring hand on M/n's shoulder. "It's okay, M/n. Just relax. You're with me, and I won't let anything happen that you don't want." He guided M/n over to the counter and helped him sit down. "Now, just take deep breaths and try to calm down."

As M/n tried to steady his breath, Felix retrieved a bowl from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. "I'm going to help you feel better," Felix whispered, his voice low and soothing. He knelt down in front of M/n and gently urged him onto all fours. "Just like this."

M/n felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he obeyed Felix's instructions. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but wonder what Felix was planning to do next. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Felix had retrieved a bottle of frosting from a drawer. "Felix?" he whimpered.

Felix smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, M/n. I'm just going to make sure you're comfortable. This will help." He dipped his fingers into the cupcake frosting onto his fingers before slowly, carefully parting M/n's cheeks. "Just try to relax and enjoy this."

As Felix's fingers traced circles around M/n's anus, his touch was surprisingly gentle. He started by just teasing the entrance, using his fingertips to spread the icing that was already there. Then, with a soft moan, he began to slowly push one finger inside. M/n let out a soft gasp, his body tensing up, but Felix continued to move in and out of him, careful not to go too deep or too fast.

With each thrust of his fingers, Felix pressed harder against the spot that made M/n squirm the most. It felt so good, but at the same time, it was almost too much. His hips bucked involuntarily against Felix's hand, begging for more contact. "Felix…" he moaned, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing.

As Felix's fingers expertly worked their magic, M/n couldn't help but notice the wet, sticky sensation that was starting to build between his legs. The aphrodisiac was doing its job, and his arousal was growing by the second. He could feel himself becoming more and more engorged, the head of his cock beginning to peek out from the folds of his foreskin.

Just when M/n thought he couldn't take any more, Felix withdrew his fingers and knelt down behind him. M/n felt the warmth of his breath against his sensitive skin before he felt the tip of Felix's tongue press against his entrance. With a soft, wet lick, Felix began to circle his tongue around M/n's opening, gradually easing deeper and deeper. M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As Felix continued to tongue-fuck him, his hand found its way between their bodies, teasing and stroking M/n's engorged cock. He slowly began to jerk him off, matching the rhythm of his hand with the movements of his tongue. M/n felt like he was about to explode, the pleasure building inside him with each thrust of Felix's tongue and each stroke of his hand.

With a final, deep thrust, Felix pushed his tongue as far inside as it would go, and M/n felt the familiar tingle in his balls that signaled his impending orgasm. He let out a long, shuddering moan as his hips bucked wildly against Felix's hand. His cock jerked violently in Felix's grip, spewing hot cum across the palm of his hand and into the bowl with frosting in it beneath M/n. The release was intense, overwhelming, and blissful all at once.

As the last spurt of cum pulsed from his cock, Felix pulled his tongue away and licked his lips, looking pleased with himself. He reached over to the counter and picked up the bowl, holding it up for M/n to see. "There you go, M/n," he said with a grin. "Your special gift for me." He held up one of the cupcakes with the icing that had been mixed with M/n's cum and offered it to him. "Go on, eat it up."

Still catching his breath, M/n reached out and took the cupcake from Felix, his heart racing. He took a bite, savoring the sweet, salty flavor that was uniquely his. As he chewed, he felt a new wave of arousal begin to stir inside him. He looked up at Felix, who was watching him intently, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Felix smirked and grabbed another cupcake from the counter. He knelt down beside M/n once again and placed the cupcake between his legs, directly against his engorged cock. "Here, M/n," he purred, "why don't you finish yourself off with this?" He pressed the cupcake firmly against M/n's throbbing member, the icing already smeared with their combined essence.

M/n groaned, feeling the familiar pressure building inside him. He closed his eyes and reached down, using one hand to guide the cupcake against his cock. With a sharp thrust, he impaled himself on the cupcake, moaning loudly as the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His hips bucked wildly, fucking himself on the cupcake as he came, his cum splattering against the icing and coating both their hands.

Felix leaned in, capturing M/n's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He could taste himself on M/n's tongue, the tangy flavor mixing with the sweetness of the cupcakes. As their tongues danced together, Felix reached down and stroked M/n's cock, milking the last drops of cum from him. He continued to kiss him, their bodies pressed tightly together, until they both collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathless and spent.

Slowly, Felix pulled away, his eyes trailing up and down M/n's naked form. "Mmm…that was quite the show, M/n," he purred. "You're quite the talented performer." He picked up the tray of cupcakes and held it out to him.

"Would you like another one?"

Double The Trouble

Paring: Angel!Yongbok x Bottom!Male reader x Devil!Felix

Genre: smut

Summary: The Angel and Devil on your shoulders decide to show you what's the best option for spending your night.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I've wanted to write this fic for a while, but it took me ages to find the picture of the two Felixes.

As M/n stood in front of his bed, lost in thought about whether he should jerk off or use one of his toys, he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if two opposing forces were now somehow present on his bed, just a few feet away. Curious, he glanced over and saw two figures lying side by side on his bed. One was a blonde-haired man with a soft, gentle expression; the other was a dark-haired man with a more intense, brooding demeanor. The blonde-haired man, named Yongbok, seemed to be trying to stop the dark-haired man, Felix, from doing something. But Felix, with his piercing eyes and confident grin, appeared to be having none of it. "Use us," Felix purred, gesturing towards himself and his twin brother. "You know you want to."

With a shiver of anticipation, M/n climbed onto the bed and straddled the twin brothers. He reached out, gripping their T-shirts in his fists as he lowered his weight onto their chests. Their muscles flexed beneath his skin, and he could feel the heat emanating from their bodies. "Felix, please," Yongbok whimpered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of M/n's heart. "Let him decide for himself."

But Felix's only response was a wicked grin as he raised his hips, pressing his erection against M/n's entrance. "Oh, he's decided, brother," Felix growled, his voice low and threatening. "He's decided that he wants us both." And with that, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deep inside of M/n.

M/n cried out, arching his back as the thick length of Felix's cock stretched him, filling him completely. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling the pain and pleasure mingle into something primal and overwhelming. Yongbok watched helplessly from the side, his own erection straining against his pants.

Felix began to thrust roughly, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him. M/n cried out, the sensation too much to bear as he felt himself begin to lose control. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix was creating.

Yongbok, watching from the side, felt a mixture of envy and longing as he watched his brother take control of M/n. He wanted to be the one to make him feel that way, to claim him and show him the pleasure that only an angel could bring. But for now, he could only watch as Felix continued to take M/n to the brink of ecstasy.

Felix's thrusts grew wilder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he drove deeper and faster. M/n's cries of pleasure were intermingled with gasps of air as he struggled to keep up with the intense sensations coursing through his body. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his spine, pooling between their bodies.

Yongbok, watching from the side, could no longer contain himself. He reached out, gently grasping M/n's cock and beginning to stroke it in time with Felix's thrusts. The sensation of having two of his favorite people touching him at once was overwhelming, and he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, sensing Yongbok's touch, growled low in his throat, "You're just jealous, brother." He thrust deeper, forcing M/n to moan in pleasure as he felt both their hands moving on him. "But I'll share." He thrust harder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back and cried out, "Yes, please!" His body tensed, and he felt the familiar tightening in his gut as he neared his release. He gripped the sheets tighter, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to hold on.

Felix, sensing the impending climax, picked up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming frantic and unrelenting. He growled, "That's it, my pretty boy. Let it all out." His hips slammed against M/n's ass, his cock filling M/n to the brink.

Yongbok, feeling the tension building in M/n's body, increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers moving faster and firmer against M/n's skin. He leaned in, pressing their lips together as he thrust his tongue into M/n's mouth, tasting the sweetness of their shared desire.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back further, his hips bucking against Felix's thrusts. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, feeling the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix and Yongbok had created.

Felix's grip on M/n's hips tightened, his thrusts growing even wilder as he felt M/n's body tensing beneath him. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire and need. Yongbok's fingers moved faster on M/n's cock, his touch rough and demanding as he stroked him in time with Felix's thrusts.

M/n felt himself on the brink of release, his whole body trembling with anticipation. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, his hips bucking against Felix's relentless thrusts. His vision blurred as the sensations built up inside him, and he felt the first wave of release wash over him. He cried out, arching his back as he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets and his own hand.

Felix, sensing the change in M/n's body, thrust harder, his hips slamming against M/n's ass as he felt the tightening around his cock. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and came as well, his hot seed spilling inside M/n as he laid down on the bed underneath him.

Yongbok, still hard from watching Felix fuck M/n, crawled up on the bed and pick M/n up from his brother's lap, and positioned himself between M/n's spread legs. He lined his cock up with M/n's opening, the head teasing the puckered hole as he looked down at M/n's face. "F-fuck, yer still s' t-tight, dammit!" he murmured, before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

M/n cried out, arching his back as Yongbok filled him once again. The sensation of being so full was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their cum, and rubbed it over his swollen cock. He moaned, feeling the tingle of arousal return as he stroked himself.

As Yongbok's pace increased, so did the wetness between M/n's legs. He reached down, his fingers coated in their combined juices, and massaged his swollen cock. The feeling was exquisite, and he could feel himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, who had rolled onto his side to watch them, propped himself up on one elbow. He smiled, admiring the sight of Yongbok thrusting into M/n. "You look so fucking good like that M/n," he murmured.

M/n moaned, the sound filling the room as he felt Yongbok's thrusts growing deeper and faster. He arched his back, pressing his hips up to meet each thrust. The sensation of being so full of cum and cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their combined juices, and stroked his swollen cock.

As he neared the edge, he glanced over at Felix, who was watching them intently. Seeing the desire in his eyes, he felt a surge of power and need. He reached out, hooking his leg around Yongbok's waist, and drew him closer. "Fuck me harder," he gasped, feeling the pressure building inside him.

Yongbok obeyed, thrusting deeper and faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pounded into him. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a primal symphony of desire and need. M/n's fingers dug into the sheets, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he felt himself on the brink of release. He could feel Felix's gaze burning into him, and it only served to fuel the fire within.

As Yongbok continued to thrust, M/n arched his back, his body tense and ready to explode. With a guttural cry, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the sheets beneath him. His vision blurred, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He felt Yongbok's cock twitch inside him, and then he was coming as well, filling M/n's ass with his seed.

Their bodies still joined, they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Felix crawled up beside them, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he ran his hand over M/n's sweat-slickened skin. "You were so fucking hot like that, M/n," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Yongbok propped himself up on one elbow to look down at M/n. "You're incredible," he breathed, tracing a finger along the other man's jawline. "I can't get enough of you." He leaned in, their lips brushing together in a chaste kiss.

L-L-Love.

Unemployed! Felix x Employer! Reader (fem)

Felix was having one of those days. The kind where the world felt a little heavier, the sky a little too grey, and every small inconvenience seemed like a personal attack. It didn’t help that he was now standing in the lobby of a company he had no business working for, hoping for a lifeline from his friend Seungmin.

"Why the hell did I think perfume was my calling?" Felix muttered to himself, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He felt out of place—like a stray dog wandering into a royal palace.

The lobby itself was too pristine for his liking, all white marble floors and cold, sharp edges. Everything smelled faintly of expensive fragrance, a constant reminder of just how out of his depth he was. Felix shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Seungmin to show up, his nerves gnawing at him. If Seungmin didn’t come through for him soon, he was going to bolt.

Seungmin finally arrived, looking all too smug in his tailored suit. “Relax, man. You look like you’re about to pass out. You’ll be fine.”

“I doubt it,” Felix grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "This place gives me the creeps. Like it's too… perfect. And the last thing I need is some uptight CEO chewing me out."

Seungmin gave him a sideways glance, a smirk forming on his lips. "Uptight? I never said anything about her being uptight."

Felix let out a heavy sigh. “You know what I mean. All CEOs are the same—cold, calculating, and out for blood. It’s not exactly my vibe.”

“You’ll be fine. The boss might be strict, but she’s not heartless," Seungmin replied, eyes glinting with some kind of secret amusement Felix couldn’t place. “Just stay on her good side.”

Felix rolled his eyes, barely paying attention, when something—or rather someone—caught his eye.

She walked across the lobby with a quiet confidence that seemed out of place in this antiseptic environment. The fluorescent lights glowed faintly around her, and Felix swore the air itself softened in her wake. Her features were sharp yet delicate, like someone had carefully sculpted her from pure elegance. There was something so effortlessly striking about her that Felix felt his throat tighten.

She was beautiful—no, beyond that. She was like something out of a dream. The way she carried herself, so sure and unbothered by the world around her, made everything else fade into insignificance. For the first time all morning, things made sense. It was as if the weight of his day lifted just a little, his mind refocusing on this singular figure.

“Who’s that?” Felix whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned toward Seungmin, eyes locked on the woman across the lobby. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was an overwhelming compulsion that he couldn’t explain. Something about her presence commanded his attention, as if the entire room had dimmed except for the spotlight shining directly on her.

Her movements were deliberate and elegant, each step she took seemingly in sync with the steady beat of Felix’s suddenly racing heart. She wasn’t just beautiful—there was an aura about her that made everyone else in the room seem insignificant, like background noise. Felix didn’t want to blink, afraid that if he did, she’d vanish as quickly as she appeared.

Seungmin glanced lazily in her direction, then back at Felix, amusement flashing in his eyes. The smirk on Seungmin’s face only deepened the unease growing in Felix’s chest. Seungmin knew something. He always did. “Oh, her?” Seungmin’s voice was casual, almost too casual. “Yeah, I know her.”

Felix raised an eyebrow at his friend, suspicion bubbling under the surface. “You know her?” he asked, his tone laced with doubt. There was something in the way Seungmin said it, something teasing, something Felix couldn’t quite place but knew to be wary of. Seungmin had always been the type to enjoy watching Felix squirm, and Felix got the distinct feeling this was one of those moments.

Seungmin’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a kind of secret Felix wasn’t privy to yet. “Yeah,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Felix’s mind raced, his thoughts tumbling over one another. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had carried herself, the effortless grace in her posture, the confident way she moved through the space. Her expression had been focused, intense even, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was important. Too important for someone like him to approach, and yet…

He swallowed hard, and before he could talk himself out of it, the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Do you think I could… maybe get her number?”

The second the words were out, Felix felt a flush of heat rise to his face. What was he doing? He didn’t even know her name, much less anything else about her, yet here he was, acting like some love-struck fool. But there was something about her—something he couldn’t shake. Something that made the usually confident Felix feel a little off-balance, like gravity had shifted around her.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a slow, almost disbelieving grin spreading across his face. “You?” he said, clearly amused. “Asking for a girl’s number during a job interview?”

Felix groaned, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as if that could somehow wipe away the embarrassment. “I just—look, she’s… I don’t know. She’s different.”

Seungmin looked like he was on the verge of bursting into laughter, but he held it together, though not without a significant amount of effort. “Different? You barely know her.”

Felix felt the weight of Seungmin’s teasing, but he couldn’t let it go. “You didn’t see her like I did,” he insisted, voice softening as he glanced back toward where she had disappeared down the hallway. “There’s something about her, Seungmin. She’s… I don’t know. It’s like she’s not even real.”

Seungmin’s smirk didn’t fade, but there was a flicker of something—maybe amusement, maybe pity—in his eyes. “Felix, buddy, you’re acting like you’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Felix muttered.

She glanced at Felix, her eyes flicking over him for the briefest second before moving on as if he were just another piece of office decor. She gave Seungmin a nod and continued walking, disappearing into one of the sleek glass offices.

“What was that about?” Felix asked, feeling more out of the loop than ever.

Seungmin just smirked, enjoying this.

As Felix watched her walk by again, his heart hammered in his chest. His mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, but the loudest one was simple: Don’t let her go. Without thinking, he blurted out, “Hey, excuse me!”

She turned slowly, her sharp, captivating eyes locking onto his, and Felix felt like the world around them blurred for a second. He swallowed hard. Her expression was unreadable, her eyebrow slightly raised in question, but she didn’t look annoyed. Yet.

“Uh, hi,” Felix stammered, trying to gather himself. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to play it cool, but the nervous energy practically buzzed off him. “I know this is, like, probably the worst time… considering I’m here for a job interview and all, but I—I just couldn’t help myself.”

She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Couldn’t help yourself with what?” Her tone was calm, but there was a slight edge to it, like she was testing him.

Felix bit his lip, steeling himself for whatever was going to happen next. “You see, I don’t usually do this—especially not when I’m, uh, supposed to be here for a professional reason. But when I saw you… something clicked. Like, I don’t know—one of those cheesy moments where the room fades out, and all you can see is one person. Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous.”

Her lips quirked slightly, just a tiny hint of amusement. “Go on.”

He felt emboldened, taking her slight reaction as encouragement. “Look, I know I’m coming off as the guy who’s way too forward, but I just have to say it. You’re—well, you’re kind of like the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. And I’m not just talking about the way you look—although, yeah, I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that. There’s something about the way you carry yourself that’s got me completely... captivated. Like I’m supposed to meet you, you know?”

She blinked, her face still mostly unreadable, but there was something behind her eyes now—a flicker of curiosity.

“So, what I’m trying to say is… Would it be too forward to ask for your number?” Felix scratched the back of his head, offering her a sheepish smile. “I mean, life’s short, right? They always say love finds you in the most unexpected places. Who’s to say this—" he gestured awkwardly between them, "—isn’t one of those moments?”

She stared at him for a beat, her expression unreadable once again. Then, to Felix’s utter surprise, a soft, almost teasing smile crept across her lips.

“Love, huh?” she mused, her voice calm but with an edge of something Felix couldn’t quite place. “That’s quite the leap for someone you don’t even know.”

Felix’s cheeks burned, but he chuckled nervously, shrugging. “Hey, it’s worth a shot, right? I mean, you never know unless you try.”

She held his gaze for a moment longer before letting out a soft laugh. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

Felix’s heart soared, convinced he was winning her over. “So, does that mean…?”

Before he could finish his question, Seungmin appeared at her side, handing her a coffee. “Your coffee, boss,” he said casually, with a knowing smirk.

Felix’s face dropped in confusion, the words hanging in his throat. Boss? He blinked, staring at Seungmin, then back at her.

She gave Seungmin a nod, then turned to Felix, her smile fading into a more serious expression. “Nice try, Mr. Lee,” she said smoothly, “but I don’t mix business with pleasure. Especially not with employees.”

Felix’s stomach dropped. Boss?

...

Felix waited, anxiety curling tight in his gut as he sat in the waiting area. Every second felt like an eternity, his foot tapping nervously against the tiled floor. Employees passed by, their footsteps quick and hushed, almost as if they were afraid of being noticed. There were no friendly smiles or casual conversations—just tense, whispered exchanges. Felix couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversations, each one making his stomach churn with unease.

“…she’s impossible to please…” “…don’t mess up around her, or you’re done…” “…seriously, who even smiles around here?”

His heart pounded as the rumors about the CEO grew darker with each passing minute. People spoke of her like she was some kind of mythical creature—an untouchable, no-nonsense figure who ruled the company with an iron fist. She didn’t just run the company; she commanded it. Apparently, she had fired people on the spot for the smallest mistakes, and there were stories about how she once made an entire department redo a project just because the font wasn’t up to her standards.

Felix swallowed hard, his palms already starting to sweat. Great. Just great. He hadn’t expected this. Sure, he’d thought maybe she’d be intimidating—what CEO wasn’t? But this sounded like she ate people like him for breakfast and didn’t blink an eye afterward.

He wiped his hands on his pants, trying to stop them from trembling. This was supposed to be a simple job interview, not a face-off with some corporate dragon.

Seungmin’s voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Felix?”

Felix’s head jerked up, meeting Seungmin’s amused gaze. “Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the nervousness he was trying to hide.

Seungmin’s smirk was infuriatingly calm. “The CEO will see you now.”

Felix’s stomach did a full somersault, the anxiety pooling into something closer to dread. “You sure I’m ready for this?” He didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but at this point, all the rumors had his confidence teetering on the edge of a cliff.

Seungmin’s sly smile widened, like he knew something Felix didn’t—like this was all part of some big, cosmic joke that Felix was the punchline to. “As ready as you’ll ever be,” he said, his tone dripping with something unsettlingly playful.

With a deep, shaky breath, Felix stood, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The walk to the office door felt like a march toward doom, and when Seungmin opened the door for him, Felix was hit with a wave of cold, sterile air.

The office itself was as intimidating as the woman who sat at the desk. It was pristine—almost unnaturally so. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the far wall, giving a sweeping view of the city, but the grandeur of the view did nothing to calm the nerves gnawing at his insides. Everything about the space screamed power and control. The polished desk was large, and every item on it seemed meticulously placed, as if the slightest misalignment would be unacceptable.

And there she was—the woman from the lobby. The one he had been so smitten by just minutes ago. The one he had asked for her number. Now, sitting behind a desk with an air of authority that made his knees weak for an entirely different reason.

She didn’t look up right away. Her eyes were focused on the papers in front of her, flipping through them with a precision that felt almost clinical. But then, as if sensing his presence, she finally looked up, her gaze locking onto him. Those same eyes that had caught his attention earlier were now cold, assessing. Gone was the soft allure he’d been entranced by—replaced with a sharp, calculating focus that pinned him to the spot.

“Mr. Lee, is it?” Her voice was smooth, but there was no warmth in it.

Felix’s throat tightened. “Uh, yes. That’s me.”

She leaned back in her chair, her movements deliberate and controlled, as if every gesture had a purpose. Her expression was unreadable, though Felix thought he saw a faint glimmer of recognition in her eyes. It was the briefest flicker—perhaps she remembered their awkward little moment in the lobby.

“Hmm,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “I understand you’re interested in…”

Felix could feel the sweat on his palms again, his mind racing. Her intense gaze was making it impossible to think clearly. “Joining your team,” he managed to blurt out, his voice coming out more shaky than he intended.

Her gaze didn’t waver, and the room seemed to grow colder under her scrutiny. “No, that’s not it. I believe there was something else you mentioned earlier,” she said, her tone holding a subtle edge. She gestured between them, mimicking the awkward movement he had made when talking to her in the lobby. “What was it again? Something about…”

She paused, guesturing the way he did. “Love, was it?”

Felix’s mind went blank for a moment. Love? Oh god, had he really said that? He felt the heat rising to his face, his heart thudding in his chest. This was bad. Really bad. But all he could think about was how absurd this situation was. Just a short while ago, he’d been smitten by her beauty, bold enough to ask for her number. And now—now she was sitting behind this massive desk, her gaze like a hawk’s, making him squirm under her scrutiny.

“L-L-Love,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, I think I might’ve said something about that.”

Her lips quirked ever so slightly, but there was no humor in it. “Love,” she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. “Bold choice of words for someone seeking a job, don’t you think?”

Felix wanted to sink into the floor, his mind scrambling to find a way to recover from this disaster. But all he could manage was a sheepish smile, his voice weak with nerves. “I… I guess I’m not great at first impressions, ma'am”

Her expression didn’t soften, but there was a flicker of something—amusement, perhaps—before she straightened in her chair again, her cold demeanor slipping back into place. “You’re right about one thing, Mr. Lee. You’re definitely not great at first impressions.”

“I understand, ma’am,” Felix said, doing his best to sound respectful.

“Mr. Lee, do you want to be our company's brand ambassador?”

Felix’s heart skipped a beat. Brand ambassador? That was miles beyond what he’d expected—he thought he’d be lucky to land a basic desk job. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Eventually, he nodded, still too dazed to formulate any coherent response.

She dismissed him with a curt nod, her attention already shifting back to the papers on her desk, her focus sharp and unwavering. It was clear she expected him to leave. Felix, still trying to process what had just happened, gave a half-stammered “thank you” before turning to go, his footsteps echoing softly in the room.

As he walked out, his heart pounded, a storm of emotions swirling inside him. How had his day spiraled into this chaotic whirlwind? Just this morning, he’d woken up thinking he’d be begging for a job as a junior assistant or something mundane like that. Now, not only had he embarrassed himself in front of the most intimidating woman he’d ever met, but she also turned out to be his boss—and she’d just offered him a position as brand ambassador. What does that even mean?

His mind raced with a jumble of confusion, disbelief, and—against all odds—curiosity. Why, despite her icy demeanor and the overwhelming pressure that came with her presence, did he still feel that strange pull toward her? It wasn’t just her beauty anymore. There was something more—something in the way she carried herself, the way she commanded a room without saying much at all. Felix had always been drawn to confident people, but this? This felt like being drawn toward the sun, knowing it might burn you alive, but still unable to resist the warmth.

As soon as he stepped out of the office, Seungmin was waiting for him in the hallway, arms crossed and a wicked grin plastered on his face. He leaned against the wall casually, but Felix could tell he had been waiting for this moment.

“Well?” Seungmin asked, barely holding back his laughter. “How’d it go? Surprised?”

Felix glared at him, his frustration bubbling over. “You knew the whole time, didn’t you?”

Seungmin didn’t even try to hide his amusement, his grin widening. “Of course I knew! What, you thought I was going to pass up the opportunity to watch you make a fool out of yourself?”

Felix groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. You set me up! I don’t know if I should thank you or strangle you.”

Seungmin shrugged, his laughter bubbling up now. “Hey, you should be thanking me. I could’ve warned you, but where’s the fun in that? Besides,” he added, leaning in with a smug look, “you got the job, didn’t you? And not just any job—brand ambassador. That’s a pretty sweet gig for someone who just flirted with their boss during a job interview.”

Felix narrowed his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, Seungmin had a point. “Yeah, I guess I did. But you could’ve given me a heads-up, you know? I walked right into that one.”

Seungmin chuckled, clearly unbothered. “What’s the fun in that? Come on, you’re gonna love working here. She’s tough, but if you impress her, she’s loyal. Plus,” he added with a wink, “you’ve already made quite the impression.”

Felix groaned again, but this time there was less frustration and more amusement in his voice. “Yeah, well, I’m not sure if it’s a good one.”

Seungmin clapped a hand on Felix’s shoulder, steering him toward the elevator. “Don’t worry. The fact that you survived that first encounter and still got the job is a good sign. She’s not one to offer positions to just anyone, you know. You’ll be fine.”

As they walked toward the elevator, Felix couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the closed door of her office, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread bubbling up inside him. He wasn’t sure what was more terrifying—the fact that he now had to work under one of the strictest bosses he’d ever heard of, or the fact that he was genuinely looking forward to it.

He let out a long breath, shaking his head as the elevator doors closed behind them. “This is going to be one hell of a ride, isn’t it?”

Seungmin smirked, hitting the button for the ground floor. “Oh, definitely. But hey, at least you’ll have front-row seats to the fireworks.”

Felix laughed, the tension finally beginning to melt away. “Yeah, front-row seats to my own personal disaster.”

As the elevator descended, Felix couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to her—her eyes, her no-nonsense demeanor, the way she seemed to effortlessly command respect from everyone around her. He had a feeling this job was going to be a lot more complicated than he’d initially thought.

But despite everything—despite the nerves, the confusion, and the chaos—there was a part of him that couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected twist of fate wasn’t so bad after all.

He glanced at Seungmin, who was still smirking like the cat that ate the canary. “You know what, man? I might just take you up on that ‘strangling’ offer someday.”

Seungmin laughed, unfazed. “Anytime, Felix. Anytime.”

“Seungmin,” Felix finally spoke up, his voice still slightly shaky. “What exactly is a brand ambassador supposed to do here? I mean, I thought I’d be behind the scenes, maybe handling sales or marketing, but this feels… different.”

Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying Felix’s confusion. “Ah, you still don’t get it, huh? I was wondering when you’d ask.”

Felix frowned. “What do you mean?”

Seungmin leaned against the elevator wall, crossing his arms. “Well, when I say ‘brand ambassador,’ I don’t just mean a guy who’s walking around with flyers or doing customer service. No, no, this is way bigger. You’re not going to be just some face in the background—you’re going to be working with the face of the company.”

Felix blinked, feeling a growing sense of unease. “With the face of the company?”

Seungmin nodded, his grin widening. “Exactly. You know how most companies have models, right? People who represent the brand, the image, and everything the company stands for? Well, here, our CEO is the brand’s face. She’s the one people see in commercials, ads, everything. She doesn’t hire some random model. She is the model.”

Felix’s eyes widened as the pieces started to fall into place. “Wait… so she’s not just the CEO, she’s also—”

“—the literal face of the company,” Seungmin finished, nodding, and Felix understood, obviously, a pretty face like that wouldn't go unnoticed. “She’s the one the public associates with the brand. She’s the one in all the campaigns, the one people see and think, ‘That’s our product.’ And you, my friend, will be working alongside her, not in the shadows, but right there, front and center.”

Felix felt a fresh wave of panic. “So, you’re saying I’m not just working for her, I’ll be working with her? Like, as her partner in this?”

Seungmin shook his head. “ You’ll be modeling with her, attending events, doing photo shoots, being part of the same campaigns, but you wrok under her, man, don't forget that. She’s tough, Felix, but she doesn’t choose just anyone to stand beside her. You’ll have to earn it, but the fact that she offered you the job means she sees something in you. Maybe it was that boldness when you asked for her number, or she thinks you look good, which is, infact, very rare.” He snickered.

Felix groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Seungmin shrugged, chuckling softly. “Hey, if I were in your shoes, I’d be freaking out too. But look, this is a huge opportunity. You’ll learn the ropes, and if you can impress her—which isn’t easy—you’re set. It’s not every day someone gets to model alongside their boss.”

Felix’s nerves were on high alert now. Modeling? He wasn’t sure if he’d signed up for that. But at the same time, the idea of working closely with her, being in the spotlight… it was thrilling. Terrifying, but thrilling.

“So, I’m going to be in photoshoots and campaigns, standing next to her?” Felix asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Seungmin gave him a knowing look. “Yup. You’ll be representing the brand together. And trust me, people are going to be watching your every move.”

Felix’s heart pounded in his chest. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream come true or a nightmare in the making. Either way, he was about to find out.

The way he begged 😭. This actually broke my heart

Hihi can I request number 96 & 98 with Felix please? Thank you. <3

thank you for your request, i hope you’ll like it <3

96: “what made you think i cared for you?”

98: “don’t act as if we’re friends. i know how much you want to slit my throat.”

should’ve known better; lee felix

genre: angst, superhero!felix x villain!reader

word count: 0.6K

warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of death

this blurb is slightly inspired by the oddinairy trailer!

Read part two HERE

felix’ eyes were wide as he looked at you with his mouth agape. the look on his face made it clear what he was feeling; pure betrayal.

“it was you,” he breathed.

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, yeah, it was me. it shouldn’t be such a big surprise to a smart guy like you, right? why did you think i was so interested in all your powers, felix?” you mumbled as you clicked on a few buttons on the panel, making the electrical chains around felix’ ankles and and wrists tighten.

he let out a groan. “b-but you helped me out, you treated my wounds whenever i got hur-“

“my people needed you alive, felix, i was just trying to keep you alive. that was the only reason,” you interrupted him as you looked him dead in the eyes before returning to your work.

“i don’t believe you.” felix’ voice was hoarse.

you let out a sigh as you looked up at him, placing your hands on the silver desk. “what made you think i cared for you?“ you asked, your eyes narrowed. deep down you knew your question was easy to answer.

the look that colored felix’ face when the words left your mouth made you clench your fists as you tried to control your facial expression and keep it stoic.

the corners of his lips turned downwards and he blinked rapidly. “y-you did more than just keep me alive. you talked to me, laughed and cried with me. you kissed me, you- you-“ his breathing got heavier as a lump started growing in his throat. “you liked me!” he exclaimed and the crack in his voice almost made you wince.

you took a deep breath, keeping your eyes locked with felix’ dark ones.

“i’m sorry, felix, but like i said, a smart guy like you should’ve known better,” you stated making felix angrily frown as a tear escaped his eye.

you tore your eyes off of him and grabbed your walkie-talkie. “i got him, guys, you can come and take him.”

felix’ eyes widened as he hastily shook his head. “y/n, no, please don’t do this. don’t let them take me.”

you didn’t respond as you started getting your weapons and gear ready. panic colored felix’ face as he tried to get your attention. “please, y/n, let me go. we can work this out, i promise we ca-“

you stopped loading the machine attached to the sleeve of your suit with bullets and looked up at felix. “come on, felix, don’t act as if we’re friends. i know how much you want to slit my throat right now.”

felix tried to yank his limbs free from the chains as he continued talking, ignoring your remark as more tears started falling from his eyes. “you’re not evil, y/n, i know you’re not. i know you deep down don’t want to do this either. please just listen to me and believe me when i say we can figure this out. if you just let me go, i can help you escape from them-“

“silence,” you gritted through your teeth as you held up a hand.

“please, y/n,” felix begged, his voice growing weaker. you shook your head before forcing yourself to walk to the exit of the cold room located in the dark cave.

“stop! y/n, please, don’t leave me here!” felix cried as he yanked at the chains again, now with all the strength left in his body. you could only imagine how painful the electrical shocks were the chains were sending him every time he moved.

you looked back at felix one last time and as your eyes fell onto his wounded and tear-stained face, you couldn’t help but remember how beautiful and peaceful it had once looked when he had fallen asleep in your arms that one night in his room. he had felt safe around you; he had trusted you.

“please.” felix’ voice was barely above a whisper.

and you had led him to his death.

“i’m sorry, felix.”

with that you exited the place, shutting the door behind you.

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lee minho x fem!oc

tags: Uni!Au, smau, pining, eventual smut, drugs, descriptions of past violence, people are complicated and that's okay, swearing

Felix remembered the Eva of nine years ago, when he saw her off at the airport. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing his cousin again has made his friends curious about the mysterious cousin. Even more so when she's nothing like he described.

Eva remembers Felix, the only cousin close to her in age, who lit up every room he stepped into. He's the only thing that doesn't hurt about her family anymore. And he's still the same as he was nine years ago, like he had been frozen in time. She's not.

note: this is my first smau so I'm excited to be stepping into unknown territory as a writer. this series is inspired by @hyuuukais "sunshine and strawberries" series, and I definitely recommend giving the series a read!

bonkers | strays

one - considering murder two - not so great first impressions three - holy shit (w) four - i'm gonna kill you five - hey six - new friend seven - studio lovers eight - sunshine (w) nine - bros before hoes ten - what does he know eleven - she's a bitch twelve - the fall festival (w) thirteen - yujin ON MAIN??? fourteen - instagram fifteen - what actually happened sixteen - bye-bye mid-terms seventeen - second times a charm (w) eighteen - the plot thickens (w)

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as students

how you met

first kiss

first date + photos

after high school

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

is friends with everyone

loves meeting new people

he’s always seen hugging you

people don’t understand your relationship

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘; — ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ

grades: B’s

is always flirting with you

he’s always talking about you

doesn’t like hearing other people talk about how hot you are

people don’t understand why you’re still together

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ

grades: C’s

you refused to date him at first

you hate that he used to play with girls’ feelings

you’ve helped each other out with alot of things

people don’t know why you’re dating

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ

grades: C’s

captain of the basketball & wrestling team

loves talking about you

is always seen with you are his teammates

people don’t understand why he chose to date you

𝒉𝒂𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ

grades: B’s & C’s

you’re the one who changed his ways

goes to all of your cheer competition

you never thought that you’d be dating him

people never thought that you’d be dating

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ

grades: B’s

captain of the baseball team

is always with you or the team

he’s always at your house

people don’t understand your relationship

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

your personalities fit together

he helps you with your homework

you two used to be close friends

people don’t know why you’re together

𝒊.𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

is friends with everyone

you used to be vest friends

you’re always criticized for being with him

no one likes you two together, only because they want to be his

「 ｓｔｒａｙ ｋｉｄｓ | ａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｏｙｆｒｉｅｎｄ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as your bf/gf

how you met

first kiss

first date

first time

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the annoyingly cute couple

he loves messing with you just to get you annoyed

he’ll write songs about you

you’re always in the studio with him helping him write songs

no one knows why you guys are so touchy

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the sweet couple

he loves your kisses

he’ll get you small gifts for no reason, but big ones when he’s done something wrong

you guys are always together

everyone loves how sweet you guys are towards each other

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the opposite couple

you guys are nothing alike, but have alot in common

you’re more hyper than he is and it gets on his nerves

you go to his practices whenever you can

no one knows why you’re even together

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the chill couple

you guys are always cuddling on the couch

he makes you sit on his lap if there’s nowhere else to sit

you guys first started dating in high school

everyone has shipped you from the beginning

𝒉𝒂𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the caring couple

you met in high school

you confessed to him first

you guys are always giving gifts to each other

everyone loves how you’re always getting each other things

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the adorable couple

you guys were shipped together before you even started dating

he confessed to you

you are always at the studio whenever you aren’t busy

everyone loves to see you guys together

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the meant-to-be couple

you met while out with some friends

your friends made you go talk to him

1 week later you guys were dating

everyone thinks that you’re meant to be together because of how alike you guys are

𝒊.𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the bff couple

you guys have been frinds since you guys were in primary school

you started dating in high school

he’s the one that confessed first

no one thinks that you’re a couple