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One and Only - A Snippet

Felix x Reader (fem.) Genre: Forbidden Love au! Angst, Romance, childhood friends-to-lovers, slow-burn WC: 357 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: The young master had finally returned home from abroad, only to find himself inexplicably drawn to the daughter of the family’s servant, his once-childhood friend. As children they were oblivious to the weight of wealth, ranks, social status. As adults they were painfully aware of such divide. Still, they couldn’t help but let their gazes wander, their touches linger. A charged connection that neither could deny the existence of, one that may just dare to rewrite the rules.

A SNIPPET ────────────────────

Y/N had recognized him instantly.

Even after all these years. Although it would have been ridiculous to ever forget that face in the first place. His unique looks were still as striking as ever, if not even more breathtakingly beautiful.

But it was clear that he had grown. The passage of time is evident in him, in the way he carried himself, in his expressions. His face was sharper, slimmer. With a maturity in the slight crinkles under his eyes whenever he broke into a wide grin or a toothy smile. His slightly long, dark hair was styled neatly, pushed back to reveal his bright complexion, his freckles still as prominent, perhaps had even grown in the number of specks. 

The way he laughed was still the same, yet the sound bellowed with an low echo. Maybe even deeper than she had last remembered. When she had heard it, she had to do a double-take to make sure it was in fact a sound that was coming out from him.

He hadn’t changed. Yet, nothing about him seemed to be the same.

The last time she had seen him he was a head of bleached blonde hair, shorter by a few more inches, and much quieter than he appeared now. 

She wondered if this time around, he remembered her.

He hadn’t back then. 

Although, there were a lot of things he didn’t remember back then. From the layout of his childhood home to some of the servants in the mansion that he had once frolicked around as a child, he couldn’t remember the last time he was here.  

Maybe he would this time. He seemed to have when he had entered the house, his eyes glancing over everything that had changed since he had last seen it, pointing to a certain part that he recalled doing this or that in, unchanged in his eyes.

Sometimes as one gets older, they remember the smallest of things from their childhoods, things that resurface randomly when they do something that triggers a memory.

Nostalgia hitting them with its crashing waves.

It’s how she felt ever since he had arrived this time around. Ever since she had heard his name, mind automatically taking her back to that summer.

Though he didn’t even spare her an extra glance with that nostalgic gaze, eyes trailing past her as he reintroduced himself to everyone that surrounded him.

It made sense that he didn’t.

She wasn’t surprised he didn’t remember.

Why should he anyways?

Who was she for him to keep note of her name?

Of who she was?

Besides being the estate keeper’s daughter, she had no other importance, no other value.

But still, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt, a bitterness creeping down her throat. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ coming soon.

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The Little Things (Felix Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Massages |

We all know that Felix gives absolutely killer massages. And he wouldn't hesitate to give you one on the dot if you asked him to. If I'm being completely honest, I think that Felix would give you one if he felt you needed it, too.

If you come home from a long day of work, or if you're stressed or tired, Felix will sit you down and just give you a massage to help you relax all of your tense muscles from the day. Of course, he'd slip in a kiss or two on your back, too. Every here and there, he'd check in to make sure you're doing okay, smile, and then gently kiss your shoulder or back before continuing.

Felix would also ask you about your day while he worked at your knotted muscles. Ask you what had happened to make you tense. He'd listen to every single word, giving his feedback and thoughts. He just wants you to not have any weight on you. Whether it was physical or mental. He's always gonna make sure you're okay.

| HUGS!! |

We all know that Felix is a huggable person. That, and he's a hugger. This man hugs his other members any chance he gets. You are no acception. Any chance he gets, he hugs you. Hell, he even warned you that he was a hugger when you both first started going out, so you knew what you were signing up for.

This man will literally use any excuse to hug you, too. You make him laugh? He's hugging you. You're being cute? He's hugging you. You made a delicious meal? He's hugging you. You're upset about something? He's hugging you. He's upset about something? Take a wild guess as to what I'm gonna say.

Felix is 100% hugging you if you're upset, though. It doesn't matter how serious or unserious it is. The same goes if he's feeling down. And he's not letting go until he's feeling better, or you're feeling better. Once you're okay, he'll loosen his grip, but he still won't let go. Rather, he'll talk things out with you and make sure you're not sad anymore. And then he'll let go, only to start cuddling you on the couch.

| Language Switching |

Felix is multilingual. That's a given. But if his lover was also bilingual or multilingual, I think that language switching would definitely be a thing. Mainly, you both would be switching between Korean and English. One little bit of the conversation would be in Korean, then the next moment, you're speaking in English.

I definitely think that there would be times where you both would be in public and wouldn't want anyone to really understand what you guys were talking about, and so you'd switch languages depending on where you were. Just so then you could both stay where you were, but not have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

It's also a great way for you both to stay sharp in the languages you both know. You don't really have to worry about losing any accents you might have, but it also helps you both remember things in each language or remind the other what something means. And if you both can't remember the word for something, then you both have fun trying to remember together.

| Bakes with You |

Y'all, I can't express the amount that I want to bake with Felix. And it's exactly why I think that Felix would want to bake with you. He'd show you how to make his brownies and cookies, and you'd both have a lot of fun doing it, too. Because let's be real here, neither of you would take it seriously in the slightest. You'd try, but you know that it won't last for long.

Flour will be blown towards each other, batter will be booped on noses, messes will be made. You'd both laugh hysterically with each other, though. It'd be a good time. Hell, you'd both have fun cleaning up the mess you made, too.

I also believe that you and Felix would take a ton of pictures while baking with each other. Some of these pictures would be posted on bubble, but only the ones that were of Felix. If he wanted to post one of you in the picture as well, he'd ask permission first. Because you being comfortable is always number one to him.

| Lets You Style His Hair |

Since Felix is currently growing his hair out, I feel like it gets annoying sometimes. And so, he goes to you to help him put it up. You know what you're doing, anyway. And having his hair done is relaxing to him, especially when you spend the first few minutes just running your hands through it and gently massaging his scalp.

I think Felix would sometimes ask you to teach him how to do certain things with his long hair, too. Like how to do different braids. He might struggle with tired arms halfway through, though. And so he'll end up just having you take over. He'll still pay attention to what you're doing. He's just not used to holding his arms up at that certain angle for how long.

Even if he did eventually learn and was capable of doing it himself, he'd still prefer for you to do it. There's just something in the way you do his hair in such a caring way. It's so sweet and gentle, and it's also such a nice bonding time, too. Felix can just rant about whatever's on his mind and you'll happily listen. It's definitely one of his favorite things to do with you.

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500 Followers = 500 Words Event: Felix

*for some reason I think that ring is the kind of ring felix would get his fiancee.

-> Pairing: Lee Felix x GF!Reader

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-> Prompt:  No. 24 - Drunk Confessions: “I think we should get married. Should we get married? We should totally get married.” 

-> Warnings: A drunken attempt at a proposal. Drunk Felix. Y/N gets called Noona by I.N.

-> Word Count: 551

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Y/N swings the door open, irritation bubbling up at the late-night visitor for interrupting her peaceful slumber. She’d just gotten home from work an hour ago. But as she sees Seungmin and Jeongin struggling to support a tipsy Felix, her annoyance melts away. 

"Sorry, Noona," Jeongin apologizes, looking guilty knowing she had worked late tonight. It was the reason she wasn't able to join them for the sunshine twin’s birthday celebration. She has something planned for just the two of them tomorrow. "He was refusing to go back to the dorms with us. Said the sooner he can be home the sooner he can spend time with you." 

"He also lost his key," Seungmin adds. The two younger men had stayed sober because they have separate schedules tomorrow. "That's why we had to knock."  

"Oops," Felix giggles drunkenly, finding humor in his own mistake. 

Y/N chuckles softly, shaking her head. "You’re lucky I’m not sending you back to the dorms to sleep it off," She steps aside, gesturing for them to come in.  

As they shuffle inside, Y/N closes the door behind them and follows them into the bedroom. She watches as Seungmin and Jeongin not-so-gently drops Felix onto the bed, his laughter echoing in the dimly lit room. The sight of him, with his long-tousled platinum hair and slightly flushed freckled cheeks, brings a smile to her face. She can’t help but feel amused by the trio. 

“You better not let me get like this on my birthday,” she overhears Seungmin say to Jeongin, his birthday being a week away.  

After Jeongin nods in agreement, he turns to Y/N. "Do you want us to help get him into bed?"  

"I think I can handle it from here," she replies confidently. "Thanks for making sure he got home safe,” she adds as she walks them to the front door. "Enjoy the rest of your night." 

"We'll try," Jeongin shudders at the thought of dealing with his other drunk Hyung's but puts on a smile. 

After exchanging goodnights, Y/N closes the door and locks it before heading to the kitchen to grab some hangover remedies and a couple of bottles of water. When she returns to the bedroom, she finds Felix curled up on his side of the bed, eyes closed and breathing steady, making her think he’s already passed out. She places the stuff she grabbed from the kitchen on his bedside table before climbing back into bed. 

Just as she’s about to drift back to sleep, Felix’s voice, deep but somehow soft at the same time, fills the quiet room. “I think we should get married. Should we get married? We should totally get married.” 

Y/N opens her eyes, looking at her boyfriend with surprise only to find his eyes are still closed and his breathing calm. She can't tell if he's awake or sleep talking. Her heart races hearing him admit out loud that he wants to marry her. They haven't had an actual conversation about marriage yet but they both had been leaving hints that it is something that they both desire.  

"Maybe this is a conversation we should have when you're sober," she says quietly, unsure if he could even here her. 

He pouts, his next words, surprising her even further, “But I already have the ring.” 

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SKZ Reaction - Leaving in the Morning (danceracha)

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Contents: the cats missing reader, jinnie freaking out, mentions of insecurity and giving the cold shoulder, mentions of a break up (reader's friend)

You leave before he wakes up and don't tell him where you're going.

Minho

He’s so calm about it. It’s normal for one of you to leave earlier than the other, though it’s usually him. It doesn’t phase him at all and he gets out of bed and goes about his morning routine. When it does occur to him that you don’t work today is when he starts to wonder where you’ve gone. He’ll send you a few texts and only worry if it takes you a while to answer.

Hyunjin

The poor boy. He’s only pouty for a few moments before he realizes that he doesn’t hear you at all and he starts to stress. He’ll be texting and calling you non-stop asking where you are and what happened and why you didn’t tell him you were going somewhere.

Felix

He’s immediately pouty when he wakes up with a pillow under his arm and not you, though it’s honestly impressive that you managed to wiggle out of his grasp. He’d start to worry when he looks around only to find that you didn’t leave a note or message and you left some things that you usually take with you which means you left in a hurry.

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Felix Felicis

Feeltober Day 11

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: Felix needs a little help with gaming. your solution? a good luck potion.

pairing: Felix x witch!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,017

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"You're sitting too close Lix, you're going to get burned." You say softly as you gently push Felix with the back of the wooden spoon you're using.

"It smells so good though," He mumbles sheepishly as he scoots further down the kitchen counter.

After hours of hearing Felix screaming at his computer while you were working quietly trying to organize your spell ingredients in the kitchen, you decided to tell him that you'd make him a good luck potion so he could win. The kicker? There's no such thing as a good luck potion.

At least, not one that doesn't require you to delve into dark magic.

You rest the wooden spoon on the handle of the pot and turn to face the sink. You grab the cinnamon sticks, cloves, allspice berries, orange peels, and lemon peels and place them in the center of your cheesecloth before carefully tying it off with food-grade twine. You walk back to the simmering pot, press a quick peck onto Felix's cheek, and drop the cheesecloth into the pot. You can see the smile creeping up onto Felix's face from the corner of your eye.

"Are…you sure…this is a real potion?" Felix asks hesitantly, like he doesn't want to offend you.

You hate the idea of lying to him. But at the same time, you also need your peace of mind and this is a little white lie. No harm will actually be done.

You slot yourself between the gap between Felix's legs and cup his cheeks. You press a kiss into the bridge of his nose and both cheeks, making sure to cover most of his freckles. "Apples, cloves, allspice, oranges, ginger, and nutmeg for good luck. Maple, ginger, and nutmeg for success. Maple, cinnamon, cloves, oranges, ginger, and nutmeg for wealth and abundance. Cinnamon, allspice, and ginger for prosperity. And then orange for positive energy. The only thing in there that doesn't have any magical properties is the lemon. That's a potion, Lix."

"But it looks and smells like tea." He brushes the loose strand of hair out of your face.

"Well, it's closer to warm apple cider, but you're not wrong." You glance over to the pot and make sure it's not boiling. "I told you about kitchen witches, remember? For them, a bulk of their magic is done with cooking."

"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to explain all of the branches of magic to me again." He smirks as he places his hands on top of yours.

"That's because you like hearing me talk." You laugh.

"It's almost like your voice is a spell. Makes me fall in love with you all over again." He leans in and kisses you on the lips.

"Who knows? Maybe I'm part siren." You joke.

You pull away from Felix and return to the pot, certain it's done by the aroma filling the kitchen. You pick up the wooden spoon and stir the pot seven times counterclockwise, muttering some words begging for the fake potion to work under your breath.

"Felix, my love, can you get me some mugs please?" You ask as you turn off the fire and grab the ladle from beside the stove.

Felix giggles as he hops off the counter, grabs two cat-shaped mugs that he found when he was on tour, and brings them over to you. "Here you go,"

Felix stays behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders as you ladle the "potion" into one of the mugs. You grab a cinnamon stick and toss it on the recently filled mug and set it to the side.

"It's hot," You warn as you feel Felix's arm start to move off of you.

Instead, Felix squeezes you tighter and nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck. You set the second cup next to the first one and place the ladle on the side of the pot. You turn around in Felix's arm and lace your fingers behind his neck.

"So, how does this work?" Felix whispers as he rests his forehead on yours.

"You drink the entire thing once it cools down, saying a quick intention, and then you go. But remember, you can only do this once every 30 days."

After a few minutes, the two of you take your respective mugs. You watch as Felix shuts his eyes like he's making a birthday wish right before he starts drinking the faux potion. You quietly sip your own as he chugs it down. After a few seconds, he sets the now empty cup on the counter and lets out a sigh.

"How do you feel?" You ask slowly.

"Warm," He smiles.

"Good, that means it's working." You lie.

Felix kisses you on the cheek before running off to his computer. You work quietly as you pour what's left of the pot into a mason jar and let it cool down with the lid off. There are some shouts that come from the hobby room, but not as many as before. You move to the living room, still listening to Felix playing his game.

After twenty or so minutes of mindlessly flipping through a random magazine that was sitting on the coffee table, Felix comes running out of the room. You look up to see him with a huge grin, and bouncing on the tips of his toes.

"It worked!" He shouts excitedly.

A relaxed smile takes over your face as you place your nearly empty mug and magazine on the coffee table. "You won?"

"I even went up a rank!"

"See, I told you--ah!" You let out a loud laugh as Felix tackles you onto the couch. Felix peppers kisses all over your face as you laugh.

"Thank you," Breathes as he sits up slightly. "I know it was just hot apple cider, but thank you."

"There's gotta be some magic behind it. It worked, didn't it?" You partially confess, relieved that you don't have to lie to him much longer.

"Pretty sure just having you root for me is good luck enough."

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mornings with felix ✨

i feel really bad because i love felix. i love him so much, and i feel like this is just terrible ☹️ i can feel my inspiration just slowly leaving, and i hate it 😭 anyway, i hope you guys like this ❤️‍🩹

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You shift in your sleep, feeling the person beside you slowly get out of bed. You let out a small whine, reaching a hand out to stop them. A deep chuckle echoes off the walls, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"I'll be right back, sweetness," Felix whispers before kissing the side of your head.

Your eyes flutter open, and they slowly adjust to the darkness. You watch Felix's shadow walk across your bedroom before he flicks the light switch on in your en suite.

He looks back at you one more time before closing the door behind him. You giggle to yourself, burying your face into your pillow.

You and Felix have been seeing each other for about six months now, and last night was the first time he's stayed over at your apartment.

A hum comes from your throat as you bring the covers up to your chin. The bathroom door opens up again and your boyfriend makes his way over to you.

He slides under the covers before shuffling closer to you. "Are you asleep?" Felix asks in a whisper, his fingers pushing some of your hair back.

"No," you whisper back, giggling.

Felix's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "I don't have to work today," he mentions, feeling his plump lips brush against your forehead.

"Oh, no?" You ask, tilting your head to look up at him.

He shakes his head and presses another kiss to one of your cheeks. "Nope. I figured we could go out for breakfast," he offers while fiddling with your fingers.

"A little breakfast date, hm?" You smile up at him before trailing your lips along his jaw.

He agrees with a hum, his fingers dipping under the shirt you're wearing. "But, for now, we can stay right here," Felix says with a chuckle, nuzzling his face into your neck.

His hair tickles your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I like the sound of that," you mention with a smile, combing your fingers through his hair.

"You know," Felix whispers while pulling back from you, his eyes meeting yours, "I adore you so much."

Your cheeks blush, and you fondly smile at him. "I adore you, Lixie."

He rests one of his hands on your cheek, caressing your skin. Your stomach does a couple of flips as Felix presses his lips to yours. A deep breath comes from your nose, kissing him back.

You drape a leg over his, your lower half pressed against his. He slides his hand down your body, the rings he's wearing feeling cool against your bare skin.

"I could spend the rest of my life with you," Felix mumbles into the kiss, his nose brushing yours.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you meet his dark brown eyes. "Really?" You whisper, your cheeks becoming warm. "You want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Yeah, sweetness. I haven't been this happy in a long time."

Tears pool in your eyes, and you hide your face. "I love you," you whisper.

Felix's chest vibrates as he chuckles. "I love you, sweetness."

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[ofprosperity]

Yongbok/Felix

Sending you update pictures from a late night at work

☀️he’s a little stressed and hopes to figure it all out tonight so he can come back home to you soon and spend all day together tomorrow

☀️the first picture is sent when you asked him how things are going- he’s hopeful and just about to eat something light cause it’s getting late

☀️the second picture is sent when it’s past the hour he said he’s aiming for- he looks a bit glum and has changed his white shirt to a black one because he spilled his drink

☀️you’re cheering him on and making sure he’s okay but seeing your sunshine not shining as bright as usual is worrying you

☀️you eventually talking him into coming home and revisiting work with fresh eyes after resting

☀️you plan a little pamper of a bath, cozy pjs and prepared soothing smells and lighting in your room for extra comfort

☀️he’s glad you’re his and he’s yours when he gets home and after a good night rest with you, he figures out the rest of work relatively quickly the next day

[banghyunchanji]

Imagine the quiet moments you and Felix have together before the Baby wakes up

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timestamp: choice

it’s 5:38 pm when felix witnesses the outcome of his decision years ago.

๑彡 lee yongbok x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 athlete!au, post-break up!au, twenty-five twenty-one-inspired!au — angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.6K words

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Felix loved you.

Utterly. Unequivocally. Unconditionally.

It wasn’t an instant attraction; not a love-at-first-sight kind of thing. Rather, it was something gradual — built by constant exposure and familiarity over the years.

It wasn’t a fleeting feeling, either; not a spur-of-the-moment that faded once the second vanished. Rather, it was something that engraved itself within him — without his knowledge.

By the time Felix realized his feelings for you, his affections had already cut deep: already wounding his heart as it practically demanded to be felt.

Even so, he still had the courage to hide it. Not because he was afraid of the consequences, but because he was preoccupied by other matters at the time. Unfortunately, he had underestimated the proximity time had brought.

Felix, under the watchful gaze of the night sky, then told you the irrevocable truth: a confession adorned with nothing but sincerity and apologies. And by some miracle bestowed by the heavens, under the same night sky, he learned how he wasn’t the only one struck by Eros’ arrow.

Felix loved you, more than he could express and definitely way more than you could fathom. And yet . . .

You were not the love of his life.

You couldn’t be the love of his life.

Not when taekwondo exist.

From a very young age, taekwondo had become an integral part of his life. Albeit it started as a mere pastime, it soon turned into an extracurricular — and, later, a profession. He had always regarded the sport with utmost importance, with his passion for it unrivaled, thus it wasn’t surprising that he often dropped everything else when a matter related to taekwondo arose.

Sure, he loved you enough to act similarly whenever it was you in question; but, as it seemed, when it was a choice between you and taekwondo, you placed second every time.

In short, for Felix, you were just always the second choice. An option below taekwondo.

You had no issue about it at first, since you knew how important the sport was for him — especially after he signed a contract to be a pro athlete. However, as months passed, it became more apparent that that was all you were ever going to be for him.

A second choice. An option.

Never the first. Never the only.

"Congratulations on winning gold in France, by the way." You smiled at him. Your mannerisms had reverted back to how they used to be: without any strain and any pain hidden. If anything, you seemed freer . . . happier.

You weren’t the love of Felix’s life.

And yet, still, Felix loved you.

Utterly. Unequivocally. Unconditionally.

Despite all the odds basically dictating you to break everything off, it was still Felix who did. He might’ve not loved you enough to prioritize you over his career, but he did love you enough to know that you deserved much better.

And now, after eight years, he finally got to witness how right he was to let you go.

"Thank you," he swallowed back any lingering regrets that resurfaced. "It means lot — to hear that from you."

Your smile never wavered. "I’ve always known you would realize that dream someday."

Felix’s throat suddenly closed up, as a memory came with another wave of pain. Right. You’ve always rooted for me, even back then.

He couldn’t comprehend how he managed; but, somehow, he was able to keep the conversation going without a hitch. It was a miracle in itself, really, but perhaps his resolve to not disappoint his greatest fan had something to do with it.

After all, he already disappointed you enough in your three years as a couple to last a lifetime.

He bore the pain of the consequences catching up, all while making sure the ache that mixed with his happiness didn’t shine through. Even after he noticed something that wasn’t there before.

"[First name], I know it’s a little late, but—" As the inevitable end of the epilogue approached, Felix couldn’t help but to flash the smile he once reserved for you one last time. "—congratulations on your wedding."

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Skz fake texts ── bf! Felix Photo convos with the bestie boyfiee the only one who matches our freak

Warning: mentions of cursing, drinking

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Ghosts are Real | Lee Felix

Pairing: Lee Felix x Ghost!Reader

Request: No. This is a repost from my old account and part of the Halloween special I did last year.

Synopsis: Felix doesn't want to believe ghosts are real until Hyunjin mentions Y/N, the resident ghost.

Warnings: I tried making this one spooky but it just ended up sweet because, after all, it's Felix. Mentions of death, exhaustion. Reader has a little brother.

Word Count: 1,303

Requests: Open.

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A chill runs down Felix’s spine as he hears a whisper that sounds right by his ear. He pauses the game he’s playing with Jeongin, causing the younger man to groan and drop his controller on the couch in annoyance. He was just about to beat Felix at Mario Kart for the 1000th time.   

“Did you hear that?” Felix asks his friend as he looks around the room for someone else. He knows that it’s just him and Jeongin in their dorm. Minho is out visiting his family and cats and Seungmin is out filming a vlog with Changbin and Hyunjin.   

Jeongin, slightly annoyed and thinking Felix is trying to distract him from winning this race, replies, “I didn’t hear anything.” He un-pauses the game only for Felix to pause it again causing Jeongin to become even more frustrated with his Hyung. “What the hell, Hyung?”  

“We’re still the only one’s here, right?” he asks making sure no one had come back when he went to use the bathroom or when he went into his room to grab something.  

Jeongin nods his head and stands up before disappearing into his bedroom. He comes back out a minute later holding his shoulder bag. “I need to go grab a few things. Do you need anything?”  

“I’m good,” Felix shakes his head, exiting the game before switching it off.   

After Jeongin leaves the apartment, Felix questions if he should have gone with him as an unsettling feeling falls over the apartment.   

“Ghosts aren’t real,” his voice comes out soft as he tries to convince himself that the spectral beings don’t exist. His mind travels back to all the times someone has told them about their experiences with the paranormal.   

The sound of something clattering on the floor causes him to jump and spin around, searching for what could have made the noise. He finds a metal chopstick laying on the kitchen floor. Confused and frightened, he picks it up, cleans it off and places it where they keep the chopsticks.   

“Ghosts are still not real,” he tries to convince himself again and looks for ways the chopstick could have moved from the sink to the floor.   

“-very real,” he hears a whisper. It was so quiet that if there was any other sound, he wouldn’t have heard it.  

“No, you’re not,” he finds himself arguing with the faint voice. “You’re not real because ghosts don’t exist.”  

Rushing into his room, he turns on his computer, grabs his headset and puts it on as he sits in his desk chair. As he’s about to load up his game, the computer switches off and reboots. The words ‘I am real.’ come across the black screen. Terrified he throws his headset off and hurries out of the room. He’s about to leave the apartment when Seungmin and Hyunjin make their way through the front door, causing him to scream in fright.  

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks coming across his terrified friend, who is on the verge of tears.   

“I think we need a new dorm,” he tells them, calming down and feeling a little better that he isn’t alone anymore. “I think this one is haunted.”  

“I thought you don’t believe in ghosts?” Seungmin says as he moves into the kitchen to get himself a drink.  

“I don’t want to,” he groans. “But too much weird shit goes on here. Things are moved, doors open and close and now I’m hearing voices. Maybe I’m going crazy.”  

“Or you’ve finally met Y/N,” Hyunjin says like it’s no big deal. As someone who’s had sleep paralysis, he’s seen some weird shit and wasn’t all too surprised when he found out that the dorm the youngest three occupy with Minho is haunted.   

Felix’s fear turns into confusion, “Y/N?”  

“She’s your ghost,” he explains. “I’ve seen her a few times. She’s around our age and seems nice. But I think she’s a little lonely. It would be quite lonely being a ghost. No one can see, hear or touch you.”  

Both Felix and Seungmin look at him stunned.   

“Have you talked to her?” Seungmin asks, not sure if he should believe it himself.  

“No, but I see her out the corner of my eye sometimes,” he says and turns to Felix. “If you’re noticing everything than maybe you should talk to her. Has she tried to reach out?”  

“Something weird just happened with my computer and I know there’s no fault anywhere in it. I built it myself,” he admits. “What should I do?”  

“Get a Ouija board,” Hyunjin suggests.  

“I’m not getting one of those,” Felix shakes his head. “I’ll just download one of those apps.”  

Later that night, Felix is in his bedroom, earphones in his ears as the static from the ghost talking app plays in his ears. All afternoon he’s been debating with himself whether he should do it or not. But his curiosity won out over his fear, and he downloaded the app he’s now bravely using. He wanted to know what was causing all the strange occurrences that’s been happening in the dorm and if any of what Hyunjin said is true.  

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he sighs out loud.   

“For me,” a faint woman’s voice cut through the static, surprising the blonde.  

“Y/N?” he asks, his voice shaky and heart pounding against his chest. He looks around his bedroom trying to find any hint of another person being there. There’s nothing and no-one.   

The same voice cuts through the static again. “Yes.”  

He pulls his earphones out of his ears not quite believing what he’s hearing. He takes a minute to settle his racing heart and his mind before he puts the earphones back into his ears. The static fills his head again.  

“Is your name really Y/N?” he asks wanting confirmation.  

“L/N... Y/N...”  

“Hyunjin’s right about you,” he says more to himself.  

“Yes... Hyunjin... good.”   

“He’s going to lose his mind when I tell him about this,” after he says that he hears a giggle come through. He can’t help the smile that makes its way on to his lips. She has pretty laugh. “What happened to you?”  

“I... died,” he hears.  

“Obviously. How did you die?” he asks.  

“...Exhausted...”  

“Were you young?”  

“21.”  

“Way too young,” he suddenly feels sad. He’s only a few years older than she was. He feels like he still has so much to do and couldn’t imagine what it would be like having your life cut short before you can even live it fully. It makes him realize how truly blessed he is to be alive and living his dreams and reaching accomplishment after accomplishment. “I’m sorry you never got the chance to live a full life.”  

“Me... too...” her voice comes through again. “But... I lived... good... life... in years... had.”  

Feeling more at ease than earlier, he settles on his bed and spends the rest of the night talking to Y/N as if they were two new friends getting to know each other.  

Y/N told him all about her life when she was alive, her baby brother who she often goes and watches over, that Seungmin’s bedroom use to be her bedroom, but she always liked Felix’s the best because of the view and the way the sunlight and the moonlight would shine through the windows. He told her he doesn’t mind sharing the room with her and told her about how he’s living his dream with his seven best friends, how he gets to travel abroad, and do everything that he does. He even told her about his family and Australia.  

Eventually, he falls asleep with the static from the app still playing in his ears and making a mental note to talk to Hyunjin, telling him everything he learned about Y/N. 

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A Mosquito Bit Your Lip - Maknae Line

bf!skz x reader

Contents: swearing, jokes about breaking up, an unfortunate mosquito bite, established relationship

Notes: based on a true story

Hyung Line

Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

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you’re home (l.y.f)

it’s 6:15 am as i’m posting this. i couldn’t stop myself from not finishing this cute little fic. i’m really glad to be back into writing again. i haven’t done it in over two months. i hope you guys enjoy this one! i love yongbok <3

B has been gone for a long time, gets home late, and A gives them a very sleepy kiss hello.

You curl up on the couch, glancing down at your phone, and see that it's almost fifteen minutes to midnight. Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling excited to have Yongbok home.

The Maniac Tour ended up being a few months longer than you expected. You're glad that the members are having the time of their lives, but you miss Yongbok. Work's been a bit too hectic, so you weren't able to take any time off to go see them.

You rub your face into your boyfriend's pillow, inhaling the faint scent he left behind. You smile, picturing all the times the two of you spent cuddling.

Your phone vibrates beside you, causing you to lift your head. The smile on your lips widens at the text notification from Yongbok.

"We're almost an hour away from the airport. I can't wait to see you 💙"

"I'm doing my best to stay up until you come home. I can't wait to see you, too, Bbogi 💖"

"Honey, you can go to sleep and I'll wake you when I get home. It's pretty late 🥺"

"Nuh, uh! I want to greet you when you come in. I'll be fine! I finally have a few days off from work, so don't worry 🥰"

"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon!"

Your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much as you re-read the texts. It almost feels a little too surreal for you, to see him again after four months.

You lay down on the couch, hugging his pillow against your chest while trying to focus on the movie that's playing. Just over an hour left. You think to yourself, releasing a deep sigh.

Your eyes start to grow heavy, and you do your best to stay awake. You tap your fingers against the pillow, letting out a groan while nuzzling your face into the soft material.

After struggling for almost twenty minutes to stay awake, you end up falling asleep on the couch.

Yongbok thanked the driver after exiting the vehicle. He grabs his suitcase before waving one more time, watching the black sedan drive off.

He checks the time while walking into the apartment building, taking note that it's almost one-thirty in the morning. He hopes that you're asleep in your shared bed, not wanting you to be uncomfortable while waiting for him.

Yongbok steps into the elevator and presses the button to the floor the two of you live on. He rests his back against the wall, relieved to be home after months of touring.

It was really fun, though. Seeing STAY'S again. He thinks to himself with a smile. The elevator dings before the doors open up. He carefully pushes his suitcase out before making his way to the apartment door.

He fishes the keys from inside his jacket pocket, doing his best to stay quiet since it's early. After unlocking the front door, he steps inside quietly.

The television illuminates the small apartment, and he can see your sleeping figure laying on the couch. "I told you to just go to sleep," he laughs quietly, toeing his shoes off.

Yongbok places his suitcase in your bedroom before walking back into the living room. He crouches beside the couch, a smile gracing his lips as he takes your features in.

He pushes some hair out of your face before stroking your cheek. You squeeze your eyes, moving away from his touch. You subconsciously bring your hand to your face, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand.

"Y/N," he whispers your name, moving to stroke your cheek again.

Your eyes slowly flutter open at the sound of your boyfriend calling your name. "Hm?" You moan sleepily, pushing yourself up slightly.

"You said you were going to stay up," Yongbok teases, continuing to stroke your cheek.

"You're here," you whisper, leaning into his touch. Your fingers grip the pillow you're cuddling with before reaching out to him. "I'm so glad you're home."

He places a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up. "I'm glad to be home, too," he smiles, holding his hand out to you. "Come on, let's go to bed."

You nod your head and push yourself up from the couch. Your fingers intertwine with his before he leads you to your shared room. You lean your face against his shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of cologne.

"I missed you so much," you mumble into his shirt, tears pooling in your eyes.

Yongbok squeezes your hand in his while glancing back at you. "I missed you too, honey. You have no idea," he hums, kissing the top of your head.

As soon as the two of you get into bed, his arms are wrapped around you. One of your hands gently toys with the hair on his neck while you take in his appearance.

With the moonlight shining through your windows, you can see the freckles along his nose and cheeks. You smile softly and bring your free hand to his face, gently tapping each freckle you see.

"Welcome home, Bbogi," you whisper to him, feeling yourself grow tired again.

Yongbok smiles, and you lean in to kiss him. When his lips connect with yours, butterflies swarm around your stomach. He pulls away from you and places a few more kisses on your lips.

"Get some sleep, honey. I'll be here when you wake up," he reassures you. You nuzzle your face into his neck while nodding your head.

"I love you," you mumble, your eyes drooping shut.

"I love you so much, Y/N."

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Felix/Yongbok x reader ☀️❤️☁️ = 🌤️

I have such black cat energy, everyday of the year and almost only smile genuinely for people I like.

The thought of dating sunshine!Felix, our soft sometimes crybaby!Yongbok has me in a tight chokehold.

He would so cherish his grumpy baby and of course you love your personal happiness in human form.

Constantly rubbing your back or holding your hand trying to make sure people don’t get on your nerves.

Even though you know it’s so hard to be upset at anything when you’re with him, you enjoy the attention.

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𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: 'Intense Desire' ༄࿔ L.F.

⤷ Sex Pills | Overstimulation | Squirting

♱ word count: 2.9k

♱ warnings: fem!reader, sex pills usage (felix accidentally taking them), mention of a handjob in a car, he gets “mean” for like a split second, unprotected p in v, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, squirting, if u quint theres 1 sentence of angst at the end, i might be forgetting something

♱ notes: sorry this was delayed! I made it a little longer than the others in hopes that it would make up for the tardiness <3 also 1 the beginning might feel rushed (it was) and 2 sex pills dont completely work like this?? But its fiction so.. pls bare with me im so stressed out LMFAO

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The pounding in Felix’s head was just enough to distract him from the colorful clothes around the two of you. The initially exciting shopping trip to the mall with your boyfriend had quickly slowed down thanks to the headache he developed out of the blue. Your comforting words and warm hands on his face only helped so much, and he felt horrible for his body refusing to let him enjoy your date.

It wasn’t until you reminded him of the medicines he had packed away in his bag that he let up on his pouting Then, with the familiar feeling of the plastic of a pill bottle on his fingers and a gentle reminder from you that this should be fun for the both of you, Felix finds himself leading you to the food court. He quickly buys a bottle of water and chugs down 3 pills. It’s over the dosage of 2 he normally would take, but he’s desperate to have a good time with you.

Not long after, he’s back to his normal self and the thumping pain in his head is long gone. Wide smiles and crescent eyes watch you pick out interesting clothes, some even meant to match with him. Everything is back to normal!

That is until 30 minutes after the fact when he’s patiently sitting outside of your changing room waiting for you to try on the next outfit. He starts to feel a new, less painful ache. One between his legs that he’s all too familiar with.

Literal lines of sweat are dripping down his forehead and his neck when you open the curtain to present the outfit you picked out. He forces a smile and has to tear his eyes away from the tight pants to give his opinion. A curt, breathy, “Beautiful.”

The sweat immediately catches your attention and obviously raises concerns from the way your eyebrows furrow. He notices right away and tries not to let it worry you, shooing you away and encouraging you to try on the last pieces of fabric that await you in the changing room.

The second the curtains close behind you he racks his brain for possible reasons as to why a sudden, strong feeling of horniness took over his body. It’s even to the point where his whole body tingles from the ceiling fans above him. The slow gusts of wind make his cock ache in his jeans and goosebumps litter his arms.

He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten this horny in his life. Even the time when you managed to rile him up to the point where he almost came in his jeans when you brushed past him he had never felt this way. He swore he could feel his veins burning as he looked through his bag for his phone, praying that Google would explain everything.

But he doesn’t get far enough to grab his phone, because the realization hits him like a tsunami wave. The pills. He realizes too late that he never checked which medicine he took. And sure enough, when he checked his bag, the tiny plastic bottle he had a hold on earlier wasn’t his Ibuprofen.

Instead, it was a blue pill bottle that he kept for special medicines that he would occasionally get prescribed. This time around, it was the brand new, not prescribed pills he had put to the side for… intimacy reasons.

It was embarrassing at first for him. A young, attractive man in his 20s struggling with his sex life. All thanks to the wear and tear from work stress: the unforgiving cycle of working too much and being overwhelmed, then taking a break and working too little just to fall behind.

You understood! It’s understandable to not be able to get hard when there’s a never ending dread that has made home in the back of your mind. And it was clearly obvious that he is attracted to you, every other time the two of you were intimate is enough evidence for that.

So you offered him an idea that might help! That idea being “horny” pills. It took some convincing and consistent reassurance for him to cave and agree. Which led to that little blue bottle of little red pills that made his not-so-little friend crave your attention.

“Lixie?” Your voice snaps him out of his daydreaming and his head snaps up to see your head poking out of the curtain. Your giggle goes straight to his dick and he has to force a smile to get through the ache. “I need your help with this dress. I can’t get the zipper up.”

You don’t need to ask twice, especially when the promise of getting to see your bare skin is on the table. He’s joining you in the blink of an eye, using his clammy, shaky hands to zip up the dress the rest of the way. Your body flushes at the way he licks his lips as he looks you up and down multiple times.

“Do you like it?” His eyes snap up to yours in the mirror and he nods. It’s pretty obvious to you what’s going on in his head at this point, minus the reason for it, so you rip the dress off and rush to the cashier as fast as you can.

Felix is on your tail the whole time. A hand on your hip and his chest pressed to your back as he shoves his credit card into the card reader. Then again when the two of you get to the car, this time both of his hands on your hips and his face shoved into your neck.

“Need you so fucking bad.” His hard-on is even more obvious now as he grinds it against your thigh, groaning and whining into your neck about how good it feels. You struggle to get the car keys out of his pocket when his hands are all over you, making you feel good when they aren’t even doing much.

“Felix… Not here.” The two of you drabbled in public sex before so it wasn’t a new experience for either of you. But it had been a while since the two of you were intimate so you really didn’t want it to be in the dirty car garage of a mall. In the middle of the day, mind you.

“I need something. Baby, please. I-I can’t do this.” The desperation in his voice is enough to make your neck whip around, almost knocking into his as you look back at him with confusion. He knows you all too well and the answer to your unspoken question is already on the tip of his tongue.

“I accidentally took those sex pills instead of pain meds.” He doesn’t bother explaining further; he doesn’t care anymore. The only thing that’s on his mind is getting you into the car so he can get some sort of stimulation on his poor, achy cock.

You're lucky to even have gotten his hands off of you after that, let alone getting him in the passenger seat and buckled in without him launching at you. However you’re even less lucky as you drive him home, one hand on the wheel and the other- well, on his dick.

You could hear the wetness of him jerking himself off before you saw it. He was keen to get your help though. His eyes were teary and his voice came out a distressed whine as he pleaded for you to help, complaining that his hand wasn’t comparable to how good your hand would feel.

The windows on your shared car are as tinted as legally possible, so you quickly cave and slide your hand toward him. Now 5 minutes away from the house, you quicken your hands in hopes that he’ll cum this soon. But luck isn’t on either of your sides today and the car’s already in park before he’s even close to cumming.

You don’t make it past the entryway before Felix is shoving you forward, pinning you to the wall, and pulling your bottoms to your knees. The sight of your panties all messy and your pussy lips equally as messy from your excitement is enough to make him feral.

“You’re so good to me, Honey. Always so obedient and keeping my pussy ready for me when I most need it. I’m going to give you the world and more.” He doesn’t wait for you to make a comment before he’s pushing your underwear to join your bottoms.

One hand rests on the wall by your face and the other pushes against your lower back, arching your back at the same time that he pushes his cock in. Your walls are warm and wet as they take every last inch of him in, almost as if two puzzle pieces were finally placed together.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he sucks on your neck, whispering incoherent mumbles until he’s bottomed out. He only stops then to take deep breaths and calm his own body down. Now that he’s finally inside of you, the effects of the pills feel a million times stronger.

He genuinely feels like a dog in heat, hips still rutting into yours even as his mind tells his body to relax. It doesn’t listen in the slightest and after a short pause his hips are finding a rigorous rhythm. 

Felix is a man possessed behind you; nails digging into your skin leaving bruises to come and hips moving with more force than you thought he could give. It’s hard to think he’s not possessed with his filthy mouth, something he’s always been good at but it hits differently when he’s rock hard inside of you and eager to feel every inch of your body all at once.

You start to feel like the pills are affecting you. Your own body reacts to his fervent movements with warm clenches and moans that spur him on. You feel so sensitive and your orgasm sneaks up on you, causing you to wiggle in his hold. The shuffle of your limbs makes him lose his angle and you both whine.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop. You gotta stay arched, baby. Yeah, just like that. Ffuck…” The hand on your back pushes you forward, completely squishing you against the wall as he tries to arch you back to how you previously were. He knows that he did it right when you start to flutter around him again and your moans ascend a few pitches.

With the other hand using all of his fingers to rub your clit back and forth, he pushes you over the edge. You clench around him as you moan into the wall, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up against it. He growls against your ear and bites down on it as he continues fucking you through your high.

He doesn’t stop after you’re done. If anything it only encourages him, the ache in his veins telling him that he needs to keep going and make you feel even better. And so he does, with one hand still furiously rubbing your clit back and forth while the other now moves to your waist and holds up your slouching form.

It just squeezes you appreciatively, almost even possessively as he holds you in place when you start to flail. It doesn’t become mean until in the midst of your thrashing, you move yourself just slightly to the point where he loses his angle again. He pushes his hand roughly against you and arches your back himself again, this time with a disgruntled snap. 

“Stop fucking doing that.” He’s huffing into your ear as his hips pick up pace, going even faster than he was before. “Be good or else I’ll bend you over with nothing to lean on.” But it’s hard to control your body when painful pleasure is swimming through your body. Even more so when you feel another orgasm lurking.

“B-Baby, fuck! Give me a sec, you’re-” You cut yourself off with a shriek as the hand on your waist moves to tangle itself in your hair. It uses the grip to pull you back up to rest your back flat against his chest. His other hand finally falters at this point, instead of rubbing your clit it sinks into your thigh.

“I’m what, Honey. Tearing up your guts?” He laughs out a sound of agreement that turns into a guttural groan as his blinding thrusts finally let up. A few sharp thrusts and a series of moans fall from his lips as he empties himself out inside of you. It feels like gallons of his seed are filling your stomach, and the feeling of it leaking out onto your inner thighs is enough to make you believe that’s the case.

If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands there with his forehead against your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso, mind reeling as he comes down from such an intense high.

“Baby. You didn’t cum with me at the end, did you?” He’s more upset that he faltered that badly, but the twitch of his cock lets you both know that he’s not close to being done regardless. The question is a real testament to your faith. Lie to him and maybe bribe him to let you take a break, or tell the truth and deal with the consequences. Though, it doesn’t seem like he was asking.

He pulls out and moves his hand to the small of your back. Neither of you even spared a glance at your bottoms as you’re dragged to the living room and shoved into the couch. It knocks the breath from your lungs momentarily, and it’s all the time he needs to bend you to his will. Your shoulders sink into the bottom cushions and your legs are hovering just above you as he shoves his cock inside of you again. 

The breath is almost knocked from you again as he finds a new, rougher pace to follow. This one isn’t nearly as fast but the new angle, thanks to your ankles being by his ears, sends him right where he wants to be. His previous load froths along his length as he fucks into you like your lives are on the line. 

Your hands find home on his biceps and your nails leave deep crescent shapes along his skin as you desperately try to find something to ground yourself with. The new vigor he fucks you with makes it so that your next orgasm builds up within a minute or two. The feral stare from his lidded eyes only makes your stomach squeeze as you realize that he really has no plans to stop, even if he really wants to. 

“Felix, baby, s-slow down. It feels w-weird.” You push against his stomach in hopes that it will slow him down, but it doesn’t. He stays quiet and only responds by grabbing your wrist and shoving it into the cushion by your head; a wordless command for ‘Hands off.’ You look up just in time to see his gaze grow more intense.

He even leans forward, both of his hands moving to your thighs to fold them into your chest. His hips pick up speed once he has you folded to his liking and you find that strange feeling growing stronger. You get a glimpse of him licking his pink lips that then perk up into a menacing smile and then the feeling grows too strong, forcing your eyes closed and your legs to combat his hold.

Your body can only shake as you gush around him and he curses under his breath at the sight. Your cunt spams around him and you squirt through his merciless fucking. The wet, squelching noises combat the volume of your cries to the point where he periodically goes out of his way to thrust into you even rougher just to hear it more.

“You hear her talking to me? Fucking shit- She really liked that, huh baby?” He laughs in disbelief and slams into you repeatedly, chasing his own sudden orgasm from watching you cum so intensely.

“That was so fucking hot, Baby.” The whine in his voice doesn’t match the cocky look on his face, but you can’t be bothered to comment about it as he finishes inside of you all of a sudden. Your sensitive walls constrict around him yet again and he cums deep inside, riding his own orgasm out to the sound of your overwhelmed sobs.

His chest heaves as he catches his breath and he takes the moment to glance at a clock on the wall. It’s been a few hours since he took the pills so they should be going down soon. He can already feel his brain going back to normal, and his thoughts are clearing up as the two of you sit there unmoving.

“You… Are you ok, Honey?” Your sniffles are enough to make his heart drop into his ass, but when you look up at him the anxiety leaves his body. You smile at him through the tears and laugh as best as you can while still breathless.

“Holy shit, Felix.” He matches your chuckle and leans forward, slotting your legs on either side of his waist as he repeatedly pushes his lips against your cheek. “I’m… great. But you owe me for fucking me within an inch of my life like that with no warning.”

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