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I don't know; I kind of think that our culture is based around systematic denial of human limitations. I mean, there's the eight-hour work day (which is about 4 hours longer than most people are consistently able to remain productive); buffing your qualifications on job applications (which everyone needs to do to some extent, because everyone else is doing it); the expectation of multitasking, even though it's not really possible; academics are running around with impostor syndrome, ultimately because there's only so many books that an individual is capable of reading, while a bunch of liars and grifters pretend that they're experts at *everything* and are held up as thought leaders. Billionaires are held up as if they're just incredibly hard workers, photoshopped movie stars held up as if they're just incredibly beautiful. We feel guilty for not being something that never has and can never exist.

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I think one of the most damaging ideologies towards children is the conviction that having children isn’t a calling but a moral obligation.

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sweet greetings with felix

[9:56 pm]

felix comes in through your front door. you look up at him from your couch, flipping through tv channels. when felix’s tired gaze met yours, his expression brightens tremendously, like sun rays. he makes his way over to you, & bends down to kiss your forehead, running a thumb lovingly across the baby hairs on your face; the ones he loves to play with when you’re both cuddled up, his attempts in lulling your stressed and tired mind to sleep most nights.

“hey baby.” he whispers with a smile on his face. he seems so giggly & happy today.

you grin at his action, & chuckle a bit. “hey you, what are you so happy about?” you ask, as felix sinks beside you on the couch, pulling your frame onto his chest.

“hyunjin and i worked on some choreography, and it went really well. i did pretty well at practice, and i finally had time today to come see you.” he says in a small, sweet voice. you gaze up at him while he looks down at you, fondly. his eyes were so blissful, & addicting; the love that lived in pupils that only shined for you simply melted your heart.

felix then takes a deep breath, his whole chest heaving, and breathes out slowly, still trying to hold back his smiles.

“are you alright?” you chuckle confused at his smiley-sighing.

“i’m just really happy.” he says sweetly.

“i’m glad.” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck. “you really deserve it lix, you work really hard.” you continue, burying your head deeper into the sweet smell of his shirt. he could feel your smile, & it made his heart race.

the power your smile had over the boy was ridiculous.

“you’re what makes me happy though.” he says, using a finger to hook under your chin, and return your eyes to his own. this catches you off guard, a blush dancing on the apples of your cheeks.

“you make me happy too.” you say softly, the way his gaze softens, and smile widens seems like he could just hold the entire world in those beautiful eyes. the happiness he expresses could represent your atmosphere. his smile was the sky, his laugh was the sun, his voice was the moon, his presence was the galaxy. he made your world beautiful. the amount of pure blissful, unconditional love & acceptance that radiated off this boy felt like home, his embrace was the safest, so much like home.

felix sat up a bit, causing you to sit up as well. he kissed your forehead again before resting his forehead on yours. you then feel his fingertips run faintly down your arms before interlocking with your own. everything about him was so calming. his soft gaze, slow breathing, and your favorite thing was his habit of drawing slow circles onto the back of your hands with his thumbs, a silent motion that always reassured you the small message of “i got you, don’t worry.”

“so, how was your day, my love.” felix giggles.

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Until We Meet Again

Paring: Felix Lee x Female Reader

Preview: “Just talk to her!” “Quit being a wuss and walk up to her!” “What’s the worst that could happen?” He heard those phrases every time he saw her when he was with his friends. 

He was a confident guy, he was a charmer with the ladies, and sometimes the men as well, he had that smile, but one glance at her and all his insecurities set in immediately. It wasn’t even her fault; she was just trying to read her book on the park bench.  She didn’t even know he existed, yet she had such a hold on him. 

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Slice of Life, Non-Idol AU

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cursing/mature language, main character almost dies, mentions of blood, mentions of past abusive relationship, not 100% proofread

a/n- I hope you enjoy this little story with Felix!

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i arted :’DD

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I Wanna Be Your Favourite Boy - Felix (best friends to lovers fluff)

Summary: No one expected that acting for your friend’s film project would force you and your best friend, Felix, to act on your feelings. (lol)

Genre: Female reader, fluff, best friends to lovers AU, college AU, ft. Hyunjin

Word count: 1.4K

Note: The longer and more edited version of this blurb, the title and story is loosely based on the Rex Orange County song, Best Friend. I’m also a scriptwriting student and I LOVE dialogue so… I love Felix and also Hyunjin, tell me what you think and if there should be a part 2!

“Sorry, she can’t.”

You tear your eyes away from the cute boy in front of you, quickly glaring at your best friend who had just said the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Haha, you’re so funny Felix.” You replied in a (very obviously) forced joking tone, aggressively mouthing for Felix to cut it out.

You focus back on the boy in front of you, who’s fidgeting as he waits for your reply.

“Sure Hyunjin, just drop me a text and let me know when you need me.”

A smile grows on the boy’s face before he excitedly nods and bids you and Felix goodbye. You turn to face Felix who has a frown on his face as Hyunjin bumbles away.

“Why are you being mean to the poor kid, he just needs help for an assignment. Plus, aren’t you guys like friends?” You questioned.

A pout forms on Felix’s face, as he clings onto your arm and mutters, “Yeah, he’s in my dance team, but… He obviously likes you and I don’t like that.”

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Strangely in love

Lee Felix x GN!Reader Stray Kids

Word count: 0.7k

Summary: Felix was always told he was strange, but with you, he would be strange happily.

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, weird fluff but cute enough.

A/N: i had to write this TWICE because tumblr deleted the first one, so yeah, it could be better. Btw, inspired by LP's Strange.

Felix was always told he was strange, the way he looked, the way his voice didn't match his face, even the way he loved was sometimes dragged as strange.

And, even if he said he got used to it, it still hurt to remember all those times he was rejected because he was "a bit strange" for them, his heart still twirled in embarrassment when reminiscing such thoughts.

"Stop it, you are being weird."

"Stop hugging us all the time, is strange."

"Dude, you are strange."

"Why are you like this?"

While being young he never understood what was wrong with him, what has wrong with him liking hugs, or cuddles, he even tried to change his ways to content people, to try and see if people loved him them.

But he now... now he knew it, he knew he loved in a strange way, that he loved too much, and he was not mad about it anymore.

In this very moment, with you in between his arms as they were wrapped around you, he felt better than ever.

The way that the chill breeze of the beginning of spring was blowing past the two of you felt refreshing, your gaze fixed up in the sky as you were sat between Felix's legs over the cold freshly grown grass the hill had, his chest leaning forwards against your back as his hands played with your hoodie

The two of you were far enough from the city that so called your love strange that way the sky lit up with stars was just something else, the way the moon shone against your skin made you look so ethereal to him he was unable to take his eyes off you.

Instead, he took the chance to admire you better, all natural in your comfy clothes, your skin almost glowing as much as the glint of pure happiness your eyes held, his heart swelling just by how much he loved you, it still amazed him he could love so damn much.

"What are you staring at? The stars are up there" You mutter, looking over your shoulder to him, cheeks heating up just by the way his eyes shined while looking at you.

"I could say some cheesy line, but I forgot all the ones I knew." He said, a smile in his face as your bubbly genuine happiness spread over to him, a chuckle leaving your lips as you stared in his eyes. "I'm staring at you, love."

Felix felt so in love it was almost blinding to the rest of him. "I just love the way you make me feel, the way you put butterflies in me, and I don't feel weird about them, it's like being happily drunk but ten times better." He whispered just as you shuffled in your place, turning around on your spot on the grass to look at him, the lovely smile your cheeks held enough to widen his.

"I love you, Felix." You said, arms moving over to rest over his shoulders, hands flying to play with his hair at the nape of this neck.

"I love you too, Y/N." He said back with ease, words light enough to make you realize how true they were, his thumbs caressing over the fabric of your hoodie, tracing lovingly random shapes over it, just enjoying the feeling of touching you.

His gaze was so full of love it was breath taking to you, your breath getting struck in your throat as you realized that this, this is where you belong, besides him.

"Actually- I think I'm in love with loving you, too." He whispered, your lips grazing his just before he finally closed the gap between you with a kiss, a kiss so full of love it reminded the moon and the stars why the loved to shine over the earth each night. "I just can't seem to get enough of it, I may be going insane." He smiles after breaking the kiss, his deep voice chuckling before kissing you again.

Felix has been told all his live he was strange, but as of now, he didn't want to be anything else because of how strangely at home he felt with you.

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CHANCE

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, f2l, highschool!au but not properly established

cw: they share a bed, not proof read and written in one sitting at 10:30pm °-°

wc: 1.7K

a/n: i can’t lie i do genuinely love this fic a lot, it’s silly and small but i think it’s sweet and he is too! please like and rb if you enjoy, feedback is very welcome and all is appreciated <3

Fatigue is a fatal thing. Clouding thoughts and forcing you into decisions you really should’ve thought more about—it seems so normal yet the danger that comes with it is sometimes inevitable. Like waking up with last night’s makeup on, or missing your stop on the bus because you just happened to rest your eyes.

Fatigue takes over your body on the night everyone is cuddled up in Felix’s living room. Friday night brings a buzzing atmosphere and the sky is an almost vibrant navy colour; the moon shines particularly brightly and it’s hard to resist sneaking a glance at it every five seconds. The boys are all focused on his game console (apparently it’s the newest one, you and Minho seem to be the only ones not that interested) and the sight is pleasant to see. Wrapped together in blankets, bowls of food both hot and cold scattered around for you to share. The sight of Jeongin’s face lighting up when he finally scores a point. The host looks around his living room with a smile on his face—everything is perfect, and he doesn’t even care that he has a test on Monday morning he needs to revise for.

In fact, he’s so totally enarmed in happiness that the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the feeling of a weight dropping on his shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a big deal hadn’t it been you, but of course, it is your hair that brushes softly against the skin of his neck before you quickly spring back up.

The suddenness of the movement catches his attention, and his head and body spin around to focus completely on you. Baby hairs messily frame your face and your eyes are slightly puffy and desperate to close there and then, but he can tell you’re forcing them open as you try and keep yourself awake. His heart pounds in his chest when you flash him a grin, and it’s irresistible not to send one back. He looks like an angel—the sun reincarnated—but he thinks you’re the prettiest person to walk the earth.

In fact, he’s so sure of his thoughts that it makes him sick. Sick in the way that he knows you are best friends, in fact, you were friends with Chan before you were ever friends with Felix, and sick in the way that he knows trying to change that dynamic could ruin everything.

Love is so delicate, and so cruel that he questions whether such a thing can exist, because surely if it did, it’d be much easier for him to wrap your exhausted form in his arms and lull you to sleep himself. Of course, it’s not as hard as it seems, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything, and that’s what makes it such a scary thing.

Felix quickly snaps out of his thoughts and realises he was lost in his mind once again. Your body is slumped facing his, the right side of your face squished against the pillow of the sofa while you watch his face. Really, you’re not doing too much else, but the feeling of just being able to look at someone and feel immense comfort is an unexplainably lovely feeling in itself. You’d be quite happy to sit and exist with him like that for many moments longer, but as the blond pulls the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he leans in closer.

He doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches, but he certainly notices the way his own gut churns as he leans in.

“Do you need to go to bed? I’ll take you up to go early so you can get some rest.” He asks, whispering the offer in a way so kindly that you’re more focused on how dreamy he is than the fact he’s said the words you’ve been waiting on all night—you can finally rest, after what feels like a lifetime of trying to keep yourself awake. When a look of relief washes over your face and you gently nod at him, Felix decides it was worth the uncomfortable and intrusive butterflies. He’s never seen you look so pleased to accept an offer, but when you clumsily get up and stumble over your own feet, he knows how much you want to just sleep. He giggles, too: you look like a newborn puppy.

Telling the boys he’s taking you up, the blond wastes no time in jumping to your side. He doesn’t realise how he’s looking at you as though you’re his entire world, nor does he realise how his hand naturally snakes to the small of your back to give you soft comfort and support as you groggily drag your feet up the stairs.

He laughs when you cry about how you’re still wearing makeup, a little guilt creeping up his spine when you complain he’s “too mean” and that it’s a “serious thing”, but he knows he’ll take it off for you anyway. He doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep knowing he let you go to bed sad with stained eyes.

Every touch on your face is the most careful and light touch Felix has ever done. He’s so incredibly caring with the way he wipes at your eyes, one hand swiping the cotton pad while the other holds your jaw. The thoughts of how easy it would be to kiss you and how amazing it would feel to finally have your lips against are being brought to the front of his mind, and every time he shoves them back with pink ears and hot cheeks. However he doesn’t stop looking after you. His hands still wipe and caress your skin attentively and he still reaches for his moisturiser which he knows you adore the smell of (you let him know once, and now he puts it on every time he knows you’ll be somewhere).

Soon he’s practically carrying you into his bedroom. It shouldn’t make him as flustered as he is, but it’s weird to think that his arms are wrapped around you and pulling you close to his body as you walk into his bedroom. His parents aren’t even home—just his two sisters keeping the friend group company—but it still feels like he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Those thoughts are easy to dismiss when you fall onto his mattress with a pleased sigh, the noise falling from your lips unconsciously and sending his mind reeling. You look so cute, quickly snuggling your way under the thick sheets and nuzzling your head into the pillows. Although you look comfortable enough, Felix feels almost inclined to tuck you in, his hands automatically reaching for the edges of the sheets that don’t quite cover your body and to the pillow that could be a little fluffier.

But he freezes. Your warm hand wraps around his wrist and his body goes still. “Stay with me.” You mumble, words hardly coherent but he hears them clear as day. You want him to stay with you and that could mean so many things but he’s only thinking of one, and soon he also thinks you can read his mind because you’re pulling the corner of the midnight quilt up and tapping the off-white sheets next to you.

Climbing under the covers is a natural response, he thinks. Felix thinks it’s even more natural for his arms to cradle your limp body after your own find his waist, cuddling into his body before going still. Along with the stillness of your body comes the shallow and steady breaths, and you’re asleep within minutes.

Perfect. He thinks everything is perfect and doesn’t care that someone will definitely come searching for him in an hour or so when they realise how long he’s been gone. Right now, all he can do is admire you, the curve of your nose and the dip of your cupid’s bow and every single detail that makes your face so loveable. He imagines the way you look when you first wake up in the morning, but gets shy when he imagines you waking up in his arms.

They’re all the scenarios from daydreams he has when he should be focusing on whatever the teacher is saying, but suddenly he realises they could become realities. He could wake up tomorrow and still have your arms wrapped weakly around his torso, feel your breath against his exposed chest and admire you as the golden sun leaks through the window. Still, he wouldn’t be able to kiss your lips and laugh when you ask him not to because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. He can’t tickle you until you’re out of breath to wake you up and then end it with his head resting on top of your stomach, head tilted towards your face so he can watch the smile that paints it prettily.

There’s so much he wants to do and so much he can’t do and it’s driving him insane. Almost as though his hands are mere centimetres away from the thing he’s trying to grab, he’s never felt closer to having you than now. In fact, the situation you’re in would’ve been almost completely unreal to him just the day before, but now he’s got it and he doesn’t want to let go.

You manage to make him want to stay up until he physically cannot just so he can savour the feeling of being here with you. But fatigue has its ways, and spreads onto him like a contagious disease. He can feel his heart slow as his breathing matches yours, and his eyes start to shut before he even wants them to. Tomorrow, maybe he’ll make you breakfast and cook in the kitchen with you before anyone else is awake. Perhaps you’ll get up before him but stay still in his arms because you like it just as much as he does. There’s still a chance, and Felix decides to bet on it.

After all, he can’t confess to you in your sleep and expect you to reciprocate the feelings. Instead he settles for a kiss on the crown of your head, and one over your messy hair that he doesn’t care feels uncomfortable against his lips.

Having you here, right now, is better than having you never, he decides. The chance of getting you in the morning is better than the reality he’d face if he backs out of it all now and leaves you alone, empty in his bed. You’re worth taking the chance for, Felix thinks, and he’d happily bet on it again and again if it meant eventually, he could have you just like he wanted.

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LETS JUST SIT A WHILE

lee felix x reader

fluff, bf2l, almost unmentioned college!au

cw: lots of kissing and making out ><

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i swear this started off soft, but rn i’m just working on spreading my slightly needy lix agenda because it is the only thing i can think about 😵‍💫 i hope you enjoy! pls rb if you do, all and any feedback is highly appreciated <3

The first thing that brings a tugging feeling to your stomach is the proximity between you both.

From where you’re sitting, you feel as though you could count every single one of Felix's freckles a million times. Maybe, you could even see every shade of brown and gold within his irises, and from the way his glossy eyes are refusing to leave your own, you think you might have already. When he breathes out, you can feel his warm breath tickle at your skin, but it’s not as unpleasant as you thought it was going to be. In fact, the only feeling present is that of being overwhelmed—by the boy facing you, his body inching closer, your own tugging towards his as though you’re opposite poles of a magnet.

It shouldn’t happen. You can’t do this. Despite the faux blond looking at you as though you have the secrets of the world and the answers to all of his problems, you don’t think you should lean in any further. How long have you been friends now? You can’t even remember the date of the first time you met because it was so long ago, but the date of when you first saw him like this has also become hazy.

That change in view ruined it all, and now you don’t think it’s possible to control yourself when his lips are practically touching your own.

When they finally do, it feels right. A hum of satisfaction and relief escapes from his throat when your lips push back against his, and he wastes no time in going back for more, as though you’re going to disappear. Of course you won’t be here forever, but you’re not going anywhere right now, you don’t even think you can bring yourself to pull away.

When they finally do, it feels right. A hum of satisfaction and relief escapes from his throat when your lips push back against his, and he wastes no time in going back for more, as though you’re going to disappear. Of course you won’t be here forever, but you’re not going anywhere right now, you don’t even think you can bring yourself to pull away.

Magical isn’t the right word to describe it. It’s neither of your first kisses, and you’re sure you’ve both done more than just kiss, too. The way his mouth moves with your own is slightly clumsy and the way your tongue darts out to find his own is unpracticed, but that doesn’t make it a bad kiss. It’s not magical, but you are more than convinced it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had, no matter how awkward and clumsy it may be, because Lee Felix is kissing you like he wants you more than anything in the world and you are kissing him back as though you've felt that way forever. That is what makes it special—not a magic spark or any sudden feeling.

Eventually you have to pull away for air. Your eyes open slowly and you can feel them flutter into a smile at the sight of the boy in front of you. He’s panting, just like you, and his cheeks and ears are tinted a gentle crimson while his eyes shine with both lust and a deeper emotion you can’t quite unpack. Resting your foreheads against each other, pecking any exposed skin that’s close enough to reach your lips, the two of you sit in each other’s grip for a steady second.

His head is down, almost like he’s hiding the flush that paints his face delicately, but you’re doing the same thing. Nervous, excited. You feel like a tea kettle on a stovetop that has almost finished boiling, and is just starting to squeal. “Lix,” You begin, and you can feel the steam spilling out of you before you can stop.

He doesn’t reply with words, instead the press of his puckered lips against your jaw indicates he’s heard what you’ve said. In a selfish way you wish he’d have just responded with a simple yes, because your heart strings are already being strung like a guitar and you don’t know how much more you can handle.

“We can’t do this just because we have a lot on our plates and we both need something else—someone else—to help us forget.” The words tumble from your lips a little too fast and it’s painfully clear you don’t know quite what you’re saying. He knows you’re scratching for an excuse to avoid the reason why you kissed him back, and to excuse the reason why you keep going in for more. “I’m not ruining our friendship for a kiss just to be awkward around you for the rest of my life-“

“Who said it had to be awkward?” He asks, sliding his hand to your jaw before you even have a chance to push it away. He cuts off your sentence without giving you time to think because you’re doing too much thinking. You're thinking about things that don’t need to be focused on, when all you need to do is think about how you feel right now. Catching onto his eyes, feeling his hot hand against your skin, you feel as though you want to kiss him again. And again after that. And until you can’t breathe again because Lee Felix seems to have that sort of effect on you and you can’t even say you hate it.

But that’s the problem. You love it—so much—the way he feels as he holds your face and the way his tongue explores against your own. You aren’t supposed to love your best friend in ways like this, but it’s like you’re under a spell and can’t grab hold of yourself because it’s only seconds before you give into the desire.

It only starts off small. A kiss that reunites your darkened, wet lips and is over as soon as it starts. Then he goes in for another one, but his hand on your jaw keeps you against him for a slight second longer, and just the second makes all the difference, because as he pulls himself off you chase after him like a dog to a ball and find him instantly. It’s messy and your teeth clash slightly, but when his hands move to your waist and you have the chance to grip onto his golden locks, you can’t say no. The way his lips smirk against yours as you poke your tongue out makes knots tighten in your gut, and suddenly you pull away. You’re not too sure why, perhaps it’s the shock of sudden feelings or the impact of so many emotions at once.

However when you take a moment to pull away, you can’t help but daze at him in a trance. He’s slightly sweaty yet all it gives him is a dreamy glow, emphasised by his flushed cheeks and mauve ears. Glossy, scarlet lips look impossibly more plush and he seems to be an angel sent from hell, staring back at you like he’s fallen in love with a human.

He ghosts his hand from its hold on your waist to your flushed cheeks, his thumb gently caressing the warm skin in its hold. Almost unconsciously your lips part, and you’re left staring at him like he’s the sun, or someone who is way too good to let go of. This time, his thumb softly runs over your lips, still swollen from his kisses yet beautiful in a way that makes his own heart speed up. You look like you’re his.

Deep voice quiet, he calls out your name and in seconds every bit of focus you have left returns to him. “There are no rules to this- to anything. And more than that, I am not kissing you because I have ‘a lot on my plate’,” He pauses, and you think if you weren’t completely hypnotised by him you would be sending him a mean glare. “I’m doing this because I want you. I want to show you that I want you and that’s what I'm doing.” He finally breathes out, words resonating in your ears and you don’t know how to feel.

He’s your best friend. He has been for a long time, and you hoped he always would be. When he leans in to kiss your forehead, despite the sweat and hair that sticks to it, you know he still is your best friend. You know he always will be that, and so much more, and you can’t complain about something you’ve wanted for forever.

The two of you don’t really move after that. On Felix’s bed, in his dorm that he shares with one of his classmates, you both seem to melt into each other’s arms. You fall into him and he wraps his arms around you as if you’d run away if he ever let go, tugging you to lie on the mattress and come closer to his body. Your face is flush against his chest and in the position you’re in, you can feel his heartbeat against his rib cage, and it lulls you to sleep within minutes. It’s not normal exhaustion, it’s the fatigue that hazes over your mind after emotional roller coasters that you don’t expect to face, but you don’t regret it one bit.

Felix tilts his head down ever so slightly to look at you, caged against his body and fast asleep, and the sudden wave of love that hits him is entirely overwhelming. There is no doubt about it, he’ll hold you like this and kiss you like he did for as long as you let him.

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4:43 a.m.

pairing: felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, drabble

word count: 1k

warnings: nightmares, language, feelings of depression, food mention

summary: you wake up from a nightmare, but felix is there to help you get back to sleep.

a/n: hilariously self-indulgent…just tooth-rotting fluff tbh but let me know what you think! feedback and concrit are always welcome 💙💙

tagging: @sweetrainwrites

Everything is cold. Your teeth are chattering as you try to find your way through the darkness, but you can’t. You’re lost.

It stretches on for what seems like eternity—you’re moving your arms around in front of you, trying to find something, anything to hold on to, all to no avail. You can feel your heartbeat start to increase as the panic sets in. You’re alone. You’re alone, it’s cold, it’s dark, and you’re alone.

You’re alone. You’re always going to be alone.

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Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

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A ROSE BESIDE THE TALL BUSHES

pairing: non-idol!felix and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, university au

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k words

synopsis: enlisting subjects for the next semester is the definition of hell. until some cute transferee asks you, the student services head, to guide him through the experience of the website crashing and enrolling to his wanted subjects.

note: i am back with a fic after almost 2 months!! really missed writing!!! so here’s a fic inspired by my enlistment for subjects around a month ago (spoiler: it was a tragic mess) :’DD i thought it’d be great to make a cute and sweet fic with that… i hope you guys enjoy <33 missed u all too heh

© starlighthan - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

Heavy rock music blares into your ears, headphones holding on tightly to your head. Usually, it leaves you in an energetic mood, similar to caffeine pumping in your veins. But now, it’s making you feel worse, like that grumpy cashier from the nearby convenience store is ruining your day every time you buy the ice cream you crave. The music gives you headaches now, but you’re not going to take the headphones off. You cannot survive in silence in the middle of an important event.

The university’s website crashed. You haven’t enrolled in more than half of the subjects you’ll be taking next semester. Slots for the classes you want to enlist in are running out.

To not pull your hair out of frustration, you placed your hands on the table. It was enough to hold on to your remaining bits of self-control rather than lash out in the middle of the study hall. You started to regret enlisting in this place, even if the internet connection here’s way better than the mobile data you’re subscribed to when you’re at the dorms.

Sucks to be you. Even the fastest internet speed won’t make you get your subjects right away. The whole student body is on the site to do the same thing.

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Unpopular opinion: People sleep on Straykids music a lot

true!!!!!

stan stray kids!!!!!!!!!

⭐️send me some unpopular kpop opinions⭐️

[phonixa08]

All BTS discography before 2021 > Butter, PTD and Dynamite

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[phonixa08]

Oh my and I thought I was the only one! I freaking loved them 2018 but now with the new songs I just don't feel it anymore

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[phonixa08]

[phonixa08]

#excuse me while I scream