#skz felix timestamps

[slytherinshua]

[ 7:04pm ]

Felix sat in the makeup chair, eyes closed as you applied the light brown eyeshadow to his eyelids. He managed to reach forward to grab another churro from the box with his eyes still shut, making you smile. He took a bite of it, not daring to open his eyes as he didn't want you to mess up.

"You can open your eyes now." You said finally, and he did, smiling at you with love practically exuding off of him. He dipped his churro in some of the chocolate and held it out for you to taste, which you did a bit shyly.

He giggled, "You got some- here." He said softly, and leaned forward a bit, kissing the chocolate off of the side of your lips. Your eyes closed as a reaction, and you blushed furiously, heart beginning to pound in your chest at his actions.

"Cute..." He whispered, fondly looking at your pink cheeks and the way you still had your eyes closed even though he had pulled away. You blinked your eyes slowly open, exchanging shy smiles with your boyfriend.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: based on this moodboard made by my best friend. I actually wrote this way back but then remembered it today and thought I would post it properly :D

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

5:03PM | Lee Felix

Pairing: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Request: From Anon

Sypnosis: Felix doesn't want his not so secret favourite person to stay while they continue to practice.

Warnings: None. Mentions of reader being a staff member.  Formally titled Happiest. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog.

Word Count: 518

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The cameras had finally stopped rolling for the day and Felix was sitting on the couch at the back of the dance practice room with his ‘not so secret’ favourite staff member, helping her eat the grapes she had stashed in her bag from lunch.   

Felix just so happened to be also Y/N’s ‘not so secret’ favourite member of Stray Kids, even though she got on well with all of them, bonding mostly with Han and Lee Know whose personalities matched hers well. They had been the two who wormed their ways into not just her work life but her personal life too. Felix soon after created himself a special place in her heart, followed by the others. She couldn’t imagine her days without them, especially Felix. The closeness of the two always has the people around them questioning if they were dating. But so far, their relationship has consisted of friendship and mutual pining, neither of them wanting to make the first move because of the possible consequences they would face.  

“Are you going to keep practicing?” She asks him, trying to make herself more comfortable on the couch while facing him.   

“I think Channie hyung wants to go over the choreography a few more times,” he tells her, taking her legs and places them over his lap. His small hands, that were somehow bigger than hers by less than a centimetre, starts kneading at her thighs.   

“I should probably head out then,” she says, even though she usually likes to hang around for a little while longer to watch them practice without having to be working and having cameras around. “I’ve got to run a few errands before heading home.”   

“Stay please,” Felix pouts giving her sad eyes to get her to stay. "I like having you here, watching us. It motivates me to keep going,” he suddenly blurts out when she looks at him, not convinced.  

At his words, her cheeks burn red, as she lifts her hands to her face. She always did it when someone made her blush, not wanting the other person to see how affected she was by their words or their actions.  

“You can’t just say stuff like that, Lix,” she pretends to scold him from behind her hands. Though she wants nothing more than for his words to be true because when she’s with him she feels the happiest she’s ever been.   

“But it’s true,” he said, the tone in his voice lower and more serious than a few minutes ago. He takes her hands in his and moves them away from her voice. “Please stay until we’re finished.”  

“Can you two please stop flirting, we have stuff to do,” Bang Chan’s voice comes from the centre of the room, interrupting the two. Everyone was starting to get into their positions.  

“Fine I’ll stay,” she gives in and moves her legs off his lap so he can join the others.  

Felix smiles brightly and happily kisses her cheek before he makes his way over to the others and gets into the position they were going to be starting from. 

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[jjuniehao]

[11:42 pm]: lee felix

“do you ever wish that we had met sooner?”

your boyfriend turns to look at you, attention ripped away from the movie the two of you were supposed to watch. his brows are raised in amusement, and the look on his face is urging you to elaborate.

“well, i just wondered if we would’ve dated if we met earlier than we did. would we even have gotten along? that stuff, you know.”

felix hums in understanding, pondering on your question for a little bit, “on one hand, duh. more time with my baby? absolutely, sign me up. on the other hand…” he trails off, grimacing a little.

you look at him in confusion, “what? was i that insufferable before?” he shakes his head almost violently, brows furrowed, “what? no!”

“it’s just that, i don’t think you would’ve dated me. i was kind of a dweeb.”

you snort, “was?”

felix gasps in faux shock, reaching over to pull you closer to him, his face only centimetres away from yours. “what’s that supposed to mean, huh?” while his voice is serious, there’s a clear fondness in his eyes that makes your heart swell.

“what, it’s nothing bad! i like dweebs. they’re cute,” you squish his cheeks together, pecking his puckered lips, “you’re cute.”

he squints at you, “yeah, now. you wouldn’t have appreciated me for who i was before i became the hotshot i am today.” you burst out into another fit of giggles, felix simply watching you with a gleeful smile on his face, eyes soft and heart bursting with love for you.

reaching forward you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, “you’re right. i’m so glad to have such a hot boyfriend who definitely isn’t a dweeb. i’m so lucky.”

he chuckles, “cute too?”

“the cutest.”

“i love you. as long as i have your future, i don’t care about the past,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your lips, then your forehead. “also, i’m pretty sure you were also a dweeb.”

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

{1:11}- Felix

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Word count: .3k

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Warnings: 18+, MDNI,  cumming inside, protected sex, doggie style.

As he starts fucking you from behind, Felix presses down on your back. 

You arch your back, causing Felix’s dick to penetrate deeper into your core. “F-fuck”, you cry as the sound of your skin slapping together fills the room. 

Felix kisses you down the back across the shoulders of your back as you prod yourself up onto your elbows. 

Felix pushes your body forward so your stomach presses against the bed. You grip the sheets as Felix pumps into you. “I love fucking you like this….S-so tight”, he moans. 

A pleasurable sensation is created when your hips are grinding against the sheets. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you bite into the bed and let out a soft moan. 

Felix applies more pressure with his body as you keep grinding against the bed. His stomach pressed against your back as he rolled his hips, making his cock hit your g spot. 

“Felix, please…this is so good”, you moan. 

You can feel the warmth in your core as your centre tightens around Felix’s cock. "Shit", he moans as he fills you up. 

Your cream is dripping onto his dick as you scream, "Oh god!". Felix kisses your shoulder blades as he rides you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

“That was amazing, Lix", you say, resting with his cock still inside you. 

Felix collapses on top of you, feeling his stomach rising and falling on your back as he pants. He pulls out and rolls off to the side. 

“Shit…we need to fuck like that more often,” he says as he runs his fingers up and down your back. 

A/N: thank you all so much, i love writing these so as always Like, Reblog, and even comment down the bottom for more of these shorts. 

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[ryxiez]

5:09 am

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Genera ➛ comfort

Pairing ➛ idol!felix x gn!reader

Word Count ➛ 750

Warnings ➛ lots of sweet nicknames

AN: this is my first time stamp thing, idk if I need to do anything special for it but oh well

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Taglist: @uno7

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The sun hadn’t even made its way above the ground before you feel your bed and the sheets tussle around. Slow and quiet movements stir your peaceful rest as the arms that held you close finally pulled away.

You mumbled incoherent words in protest to the warmth leaving your side only for a groggy voice to hush you in return.

"It's okay my love, just go back to sleep..."

And so you did. Following instructions, your eyes closed once again, but something was different. The comfort the figure provided was gone.

All of a sudden a wave of sadness hit you hard. A frown adorned your face as you rolled out of bed and rubbed your sleepy eyes.

Slowly stumbling into the living room you found your missing piece. Felix was there throwing a coat over his shoulders and making his was to the front door, presumably to grab his shoes then go on his merry way.

"Baby?" Your voice called out, slightly horse from just waking up.

His head shot in your direction suddenly before his eyes softened along with the rest of his body.

"Where are you going?" You asked as you could feel tears start to well in your eyes.

You didn't know why you were getting emotional over something so trivial. You knew your boyfriend was a busy man, but something about not waking up next to him properly made you feel upset. It was always your favorite part of the day, but right now your mind was too foggy to think straight.

"I'm sorry sweetie, work called me in again, something about a special meeting. But I thought I told you to go back to bed?" He said, walking your way, obviously teasing.

"You know that... I can't sleep without you very well." You reminded him as you tried to not stumble over your words.

His arms enveloped you into a tight hug, one hand cradling your head and the other wrapped around your waist. His thumb rubbing small circles into your hip.

"I know, honey. I'm very sorry... but how about this..." He offered before you pulled your head away to look him in the eyes. "I'll take a vacation day this Friday... then I will take you anywhere you want."

You smiled back sadly, "But what if I just want to stay home." You replied, your head finding it's way back between his neck and shoulder.

"Then we'll stay home. We can have a super lazy day surrounded by tons of blankets and pillows. I'll even cook you your favorite foods or bake you some desserts. I know you love whatever I make. How does that sound?"

You nodded before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "Come on, let's get you back in bed. You need your beauty sleep, baby."

You mumbled an okay as you let him lead you back to your shared bedroom. Climbing under the covers once again, he helped tuck you in, a tiny smile present on his face.

You let out a deep sigh after he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead.

"Goodnight honey, I promise to be back by this afternoon, hopefully in time for dinner." He said as he gently caressed your cheek, which you nuzzled into more.

"You promise, promise?" You asked, watery eyes looking up at him.

"I even pinky promise," he held out his pinky, "please don't be upset sweetie, I love you so much, I hate seeing you sad."

"Can't you stay a little longer? It will make me happy then." You pleaded after wrapping your pinky around his own, locking in the promise.

Felix went silent, his face unreadable as he thought about how to respond. To add the cherry on top, you stuck out your bottom lip, pouting. You knew he could never resist you. However, he knew as well.

"Fine! But only for 5 minutes, I don't want to be late... again." He agreed with a playful sigh.

Your pout turned into a bright smile as you scooted over a little to make room for your boyfriend. He then threw his coat off to the side.

Once he was laying down, you trapped him in your arms while your face buried into his chest. You held him tight, making it impossible for Felix to leave your grasp again.

"Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?"

[bbyquokka]

2:38 pm (lfx)

genre: timestamp, idol au, mua reader, smut — MDNI!

warnings: fem bodied reader, possessive behaviour, suggestive themes, mature language, jealousy, some nipple play, degrading names, brat reader, reader uses chan to make felix angry and jealous (chan plays along), semi proof-read.

words: 1.2k ~ (1,257)

a/n: wanted to post a little something whilst i work on some big things :)

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“c'mon lixie!” you whine as you run up to him, the hot sand moulding yet squishing against the souls of your feet. felix looks up at you and swallows as his eyes flicker up and down your body. at this moment in time, he is thankful that he is wearing sunglasses.

he leans up on his elbows, the fabric of the beach towel rubbing against his forearms. the umbrella anchored in the sand to provide some shade. the waves of the ocean crashing, the screams of children and adults as they play in the sand and water. surfers out in the water, sunbathers sunbathing to get that perfect tan (or burn) 

the heat is unbearable and suffocating. if you look into the distance, you'd be able to see heat waves from how hot it is. you and felix finally have time off. the comeback is at an end and you no longer have to look at make-up and he no longer has to look at stage lights and worry about schedules.

to celebrate the end of another successful comeback, you both travelled to Australia to visit family and relax a little. what you didn't expect was chan to have the same idea. after a few days of you and felix landing, chan also arrived.

a pleasant surprise for all of you. you and felix have been together since you got appointed to be stray kids make-up artist several years ago. since then, you've been inseparable since. felix is smitten for you and will do anything and everything to protect you.

“i can't baby.” he mumbles. you pout, kneeling between his legs. his breath hitches in his throat as you place your hands on his thighs.

“please.” you whine. “the water looks so refreshing.” 

“maybe later, babe. me and chan are having a catch up.” you huff as you rise to your feet.

“chan?” you question, grinning as he looks at felix and smirks. he shrugs and rises to his feet, taking your hand in his.

“sorry man, the water does look refreshing.” chan says with a hint of cockiness dripping from his words. felix chews his lip as he watches you both skip off towards the ocean, chan's hands on your hips.

a twinge of jealousy hits felix, slowly consuming and bundling up into a dead weight in the pit of his stomach. he watches his significant other and best friend play in the water, splashing each other and swimming around. he watches as you jump on chan's back, arms securely around his neck, his hands cupping under your thighs to keep you steady.

felix clenches his jaw, jealousy and possessiveness seeping from his pores. he didn't expect you to turn around, arms around his neck and face inches apart from chan's, lips threatening to touch.

“think he is watching?” you mumble against chan's lips. chan looks to the side quickly and laughs.

“oh yeah, he is watching.”

“think he will be angry with me?”

“lix? nah. why? do you want to make him angry?”

“mhm. kind of. i've never seen him pissed before. well, i have but that's mainly when we're at the airport and it's crowded with fans but other than that, no.“

“so what you're saying is, you want to have angry sex with lix?”

“preciously! it's never happened before and i want to see how far i can push him. i want to see him snap.”

“you're a brat yn. i hope you know that.”

“mhm, i know but it's fun to play around.” you giggle. felix has seen enough.

he stands and walks towards you both before calling your name. you and chan pull away from each other, a soft pout on your lips.

“lets go.” 

“but lixxx! i was having fun!” you whine.

“lets go. now!”

“no.” you huff, crossing your arms across your chest. felix clicks his tongue in annoyance before walking towards you and chan, the salty ocean water feeling heavy against his shins as he pushes through. he suddenly grabs you and flings you over his shoulder, shooting a quick glare at chan who simply shrugs his shoulders and laughs.

“have fun you two!” 

“thank you, channie!” you say sweetly which only fuels felix's annoyance even more. he growls deeply, brows furrowed together as he walks to a more secluded place. 

he places you back down on the sand before inching closer and closer to you. you open your mouth to talk only to be silenced with a simple “shut up.” suddenly, you feel small and submissive, the aura around felix suffocating and too much for you to bear or describe. 

your back hits the cold, slimy and wet rocks, felix placing his hands on them by your head to trap you in.

“lixie..” you squeak.

“you think it's funny to play games with me, huh?” his voice is suddenly deep and menacing which causes slight tingles to gather and spread throughout your body.

“i just wanted to go swimming! you never want to go swimming with me! you never do anything with me!” you whine. felix clicks his tongue once again, eyes rolling.

“so you thought it was a good idea to get close to my friend and make me jealous?”

“yup!” you pop the p on your usual brat manner before giggling.

“oh, it made me jealous alright and mad.”

“mad..?” 

“mhm.” the tip of felix's finger runs along your jawline and up your ear, tucking a loose strand behind it before grabbing a fistful. you groan at the sudden pain as felix laughs mockingly in your face.

“oh shut up. this is what you wanted, correct? to see me like this. tell me yn, why do you like being such a little brat?”

“i..” you whimper, swallowing and moaning a little when the grip tightens. felix roughly pulls your bikini top up above your chest, exposing your breasts before pinching your nipples roughly.

you let out moans of pain and pleasure, eyes welling with tears. felix hums in satisfaction.

“well? i don't have all day yn.” 

“because it's fun.” you squeak.

“fun? what's so fun about it?” you stay silent, felix tutting and clicking his tongue due to his fast growing impatience. he removes his hand from your breast, slowly trailing it down your stomach and letting it disappear between the waistband of your swimming shorts.

you hold your breath, your head now to the side due to the immense grip felix has on your hair. his fingertips lightly rub between your folds, a sigh leaving his lips.

“wet already? i've barely even touched you, yn.”

“lix…”

“answer yn! i'm waiting for an answer!”

“because i like the way you punish me. i like how rough you are with me and i wanted to see how angry you would get. i wanted to see how far i could push you, lix.”

“so you like it when i call you degrading names like whore and slut?”

“yes.”

“you like it when i deny you of your orgasms, forcing you to hold and wait?”

“yes.”

“when i mark you and cover your beautiful skin in bruises and love bites. when i cum so much inside you that it spills. when i tease and fuck your overly sensible pussy and make you cry, sob and beg.”

“yes yes! fuck felix, yes!! please, i beg of you, just fucking use me. use me for your own selfish reasons, i want it!”” 

felix leans in close, lips daring to touch yours before smirking.

“be careful what you wish for, yn.”

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[weird-bookworm]

8:10 ᴘᴍ

felix wasn't expecting to wake up to a warm body next to his, and fingers carding through his hair. he stretched himself like a cat and wished he could go back to sleep already. his satisfied groan alerted you that he was up.

your internal alarm had woken you up a little over half an hour ago, used to getting up on time to get to work. felix also usually woke up with you to get ready for his day, but promotions had just ended and he was on a well deserved break.

today though, you had an afternoon shift, meaning you could stay in bed for just a little longer and spend some time with felix. you were sitting next to him, aimlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for him to get up.

felix threw his arm around your thighs and snuggled into the softness. you giggle at his behaviour, pretty sure he was still half asleep. "baby?" he replied with a small questioning hum, "still sleepy?"

he affirmed with another hum, and looked up at you through his lashes, eyes big but full of love and adoration and sleep. you smiled at him as your brain started flashing kittenkittenkittenkittenkitten in front of your eyes.

as he gave you a tiny smile in return, and turned his head back to where it was, you got a strong urge to pet him, which was easy when you realised your hand was still resting atop his head. you slowly petted him once, and got no reaction, which prompted you to keep doing it again and again.

it was therapeutic in a way, his soft hair gently sliding under your palms. what you weren't expecting, was for him to start making tiny, satisfied sounds, similar to purrs, and nuzzle into your thigh even more.

his eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the quiet mewls he was letting out, you would be sure he was sound asleep.

you smiled at him and went back to scrolling through your phone, deciding to let him sleep for a little more while. eventually, your hand must have stopped it's caresses, because you felt him shift beneath your hand.

his head moved a little, and then he headbutted you.

still sleepy and bleary eyed, he headbutted you again to prompt you into continuing your ministrations and pet him like he was your little cat.

shocked into silence by the sheer adorableness of it, you only started petting him again when he headbutted you a third time. you hurried to keep the phone in your other hand away and started carding your fingers through his hair and then petting him, as he settled down once more, rubbing his cheek against your thigh like a cat getting ready to sleep, which wasn't very inaccurate.

my adorable little cat, you thought, as you stared at him with what you were sure were heart eyes.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 31st [Felix + Aphrodisiacs]

[9:23] “Buttercup~”

You followed the sound of the pet name into the kitchen where Felix was cutting a tray of brownies. He gave you a quick smile as you entered the room and you drifted over to him, hugging him around the waist and pressing against his back. You watched as he carefully cut them all as evenly as he could before taking two and placing them on a plate.

“Did you add anything special this time?” You hummed to him.

Felix had something of a penchant for potions. Along with his baking he dabbled in alchemy and potion making and every once in a while he mixed the two, seeing if he could add some different effects to his baked goods. 

Felix nodded, smiling as you pressed some light kisses to his cheek.

“It should work something like a love potion, it just makes everything feel stronger.” He shifted to glance at you. “It might make us even more mushy and loving than usual.”

You kissed his cheek again. “I think that’s impossible.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” He grinned, grabbing a brownie and wiggling around in your arms to face you. You kept him pressed against the counter as he brought the brownie up between your faces. You grinned at him across the treat at him before you both leaned in, taking a bite out of either side.

Still warm from the oven, you let the rich chocolate taste with a hint of something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint melt on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying his delicious baking and humming at the taste. Felix’s free hand found your hip and he gave it a squeeze as you took another bite of the brownie.

“I take it you like it?” You could hear the grin in his voice before you opened your eyes.

“I always like what you make,” you hummed.

Felix squeezed your waist again, smile turning bashful as the tips of his ears tinted red. “Okay, well then do you feel any different?”

You leaned over the brownie to kiss his nose. “Not yet, love.”

Felix frowned at the treat. “Maybe this mix is a dud, then.”

“How about one more bite?” You encouraged.

“You just want more brownie,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you grinned, leaning in and taking another bite. Felix finished off the last of the brownie, kissing you sugary sweetly as he finished his part. When he pulled back he looked at you expectantly, hopefully. 

“I’m sorry, love. Nothing yet.”

Felix sighed, expression looking dejected. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his pout until he smiled for you and you rested your nose against his. “Maybe it just takes a while. Let’s go sit down for a while and just see.”

“Sure,” he hummed, unconvinced.

You laced your fingers with his and led him to the couch. As you settled you pulled him close, legs laying across your lap and head resting on your shoulder. You turned on the movie before wrapping your arms around Felix while he cuddled against you, the pout having returned to his lips.

You let a hand travel up to his head, running through his hair soothingly and occasionally leaving a few kisses on his forehead. As the movie played he seemed to pout just a bit less, but he also seemed a bit uncomfortable. He started shifting and squirming in your lap, seemingly trying to find a comfy position.

You shifted your hand to rub his back, hoping it would help him settle and get comfy but you were becoming more aware of your own problem. You were feeling warmer and warmer by the second, so much so you thought you might start sweating. You didn’t want to move Felix off your lap but you were starting to get uncomfortable yourself. Maybe his brownies did have some kind of effects after all.

“You feeling okay, love?” You asked, tapping his back gently. His face was flushed and you wondered if he was feeling warm too. When he looked at you his pupils were blown wide and he had a nervous look on his face. It was cute as always but something about it made you want to absolutely ruin him. The speed at which the idea came to your mind and the accompanying arousal threw you for a loop.

“Y-Yeah?” He mumbled.

You went back to rubbing his back, swallowing down the sudden thoughts. “Okay, good. I think something in your ingredients is making me a little warm, though.”

“Me too,” he said quickly, shifting off your lap. He sat next to you instead, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting against your side. “This will be better.”

“Wanna keep watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yep,” he was answering far too quickly but you had yet to figure out what he was so nervous about all of a sudden. You knew pressing him about it would just lead him to scurry off so you had to be gentle about it if you really wanted to know. You wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on top of his as you watched a little more of the movie.

Your mind refused to settle down now. As you breathed in his warm, comforting scent you found your mind wandering to the way his moans sound just as sweet as his brownies taste. You wanted to hold him, to pull him closer. You settled for slipping your hand under his shirt and drawing small circles against his waist.

Felix started to squirm under your touch and it only made it harder to focus. It only made you think more about how he always grabbed at you or scratched his nails down your back when he was feeling good. Each thought, each memory of a night together that played through your mind was making heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

You gave Felix’s waist another squeeze and he hid his face in your shoulder, letting out what you were sure was a whimper as he shuddered. 

“Felix?” You questioned.

“I-I think- u-uh” He swallowed hard. “I-I think maybe the brownies really did something.”

You took a moment to process his behavior and your own feelings. A small “oh” fell off your lips as you reached a conclusion.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I swear this wasn’t on purpose.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, reaching for his chin and tilting his face up to look at you. “You don’t usually apologize for getting horny, Lix.”

A nervous grin tugged at his lips. “It’s normally on purpose.”

“You sure? Sometimes you get pretty worked up just from watching me do any little thing.”

His cheeks burned red at that and he whined. “Well this was an accident.”

“What are you going to do about your little accident, Lix?”

He bit down on his lip, not meeting your eye for a second before making up his mind. He stretched out his legs from where they had been curled up before swinging one over your lap and straddling. It made sense now why he was all curled up when he pressed his hips against you, fully hard in his sweats. He wanted to keep his problem a secret, though you knew you would have found out sooner or later. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing his nose to yours.

“Promise I’ll make you feel good, Buttercup.” He hummed against your lips, already gently grinding down into your lap.

Your hands found his hips, holding them firmly as he moved, whimpers falling from his tongue to yours. Felix pressed against you, arms locked around your neck holding you just as tightly as you held him. His kisses were quickly growing more desperate and needy, moaning as your tongue pressed into his mouth.

Being with Felix was electrifying, it always was. Even his magical abilities aside touching him, him touching you, it always felt phenomenal. But today, it was like every sense was live wire. The brownies were playing a role to be sure, but so was Felix’s desperation. He was always easily needy but something about the effects of his concoction were making him want you in a way that was already nearly overwhelming.

Not that you were complaining.

Felix was tipping his hips even more, resting on his knees on either side of you and leaning into you even more while his hips started to move more roughly. His kisses were getting sloppy as more moans poured from him. But despite his sounds making your own body hotter, making arousal pool in your core, his grinding wasn’t doing much for you. You knew if you let him keep going he’d cum right in his sweats and as cute as that was, you wanted more.

You pressed down hard on Felix’s hips, doing your best to hold him still. His hips stuttered and stopped as he pulled back to look at you and the image of him only made you want him more. His eyes were wide, dark pupils staring back at you with desperation. His lips, puffed out in a pout and even more plush from the desperate kisses. His cheeks were flushed with a cute pink underlying the freckles that dotted his skin.

“W-Why did yo-”

“Weren’t you going to make me feel good, Lix?”

Felix dropped his gaze just a little. Clearly, he had gotten carried away too quickly. 

“I-I would have…”

“Are you sure?” You grinned. “You seemed like you would have cum soon if I let you keep going.”

Felix met your eye quickly, shaking his head. “N-No, I wasn’t that clos-ahh” His words fell off into a moan as you pressed the heel of your palm against he bulge in his sweats, noting the wet patch from his clearly leaking cock.

“Not that close?” You questioned.

Felix wouldn’t look at you now, face burning. “Promise I’ll make you feel good,” he mumbled. “E-Even if I cum quick I promise.”

“How about I cash in that promise now?” You grinned. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, Lix?”

Felix nodded, slipping off your lap and moving onto the floor. He settled his hands in his lap but not touching himself before looking up at you through his lashes sweetly.

“So sweet,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. Felix leant into your touch, clearly wanting absolutely anything you would give him, even more so than usual. The sight of him waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do could have driven you wild all on its own without him opening his mouth.

“Please hurry, buttercup,” He said, bottom lip pouting again. “Don’t make me wait to taste you. I can’t wait, I can’t take it.”

Even in his desperation he still knew what you wanted to hear. Maybe it was his own neediness to have any contact, and touch, any taste of you. But either way it nearly made you moan with the rush of arousal that shot through you. You made quick work of your own pants, slipping them off along with your panties before spreading your legs for him, working your fingers into his hair. He let out a moan as he took in the sight of your glistening core. His gaze of pure lust flickered up to meet your eye, only your permission holding him back.

“Make me feel good, Lix,” You grinned. “Just like you promised.”

That was all it took for Felix to dive between your legs. Your head fell back quickly in a moan at the sudden, intense sensation as his tongue started lapping through your folds and over your clit. His hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the soft skin and pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

The arousal and desire that had been pooling in your core was finally set alight by the way he moved his tongue, knowing just how fast, just how hard you liked it. Each movement gave you a jolt of pleasure that washed through your senses. Already your felt tension starting in your body while moans poured from your lips.

You were sure you could feel everything so much more than normally. The way his fingers pressed into your skin, the soft tickle of his hair against your thighs as he pressed his face in closely, the motions of his warm, wet tongue against your body. Each moan he let out was like music that only turned you on more, only helped along by the fact that his moan vibrated through your body. The sound of moans mixing with the lewd sounds of him eating you out. 

“So sweet,” his words were so muffled against you you nearly missed them but as they registered you felt even more arousal, so much so that you thought you might burst. Your fingers dug into his hair, tightening your hold.

“Tastes sweet, Lix?” Your voice was far more breathy than you thought it would be but by the way it made Felix squirm you were sure he was only getting more turned on.

“Perfect,” He murmured. “Want you always.”

“You want this taste on your tongue every day, Lix?” You hummed.

“Please,” he whined before sucking your clit between his lips.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you moaned, hips grinding up against his face. It only seemed to turn him on more. He did nothing to stop you, chasing you with his tongue instead and growing more messy and needy as he did so.

“Need you to cum,” He mumbled. “Need it on my tongue, please.”

“Keep going, Lix,” You moaned. “Just like that, so good.”

You held his hair, not that you were keeping him anywhere when he wouldn’t break away from your sweet cunt for the world, not when he had the need to taste your sweet release on his tongue. He ate you out with more vigor than he ever had, moaning almost as much as you were from the taste and your hand in his hair and how hard he was, how much he needed release too.

Your eyes screwed shut as the tension in your body nearly reached its breaking point. Your head fell back against the couch and your hips rode his tongue as moans fell from your lips. The way he touched you and moved felt so electrifying. Curses fell from your lips as your thighs trembled, pressing in hard around Felix’s head in a way that only spurred him on more as he sucked and licked at your clit as if his life depended on it.

He sucked hard on your clit, nails dragging down the back of your thighs, and you fell over your edge. You cried out his name as your hips bucked up, completely away from his lips through the force of your orgasm. You felt the warm gush between your legs, hearing Felix’s gasp, and then groan as his grip on your thighs tightened while he brought his tongue to help you ride through the last of your high. As you started to shake, coming down in pure bliss you felt Felix’s tongue dipping into you, greedily lapping up every bit of your release that he could.

“So good,” he moaned. “So sweet, love you so much.”

He lapped at your entrance until you pulled his head back, gazing down at him through heavily lidded, hungry eyes. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard.

“Such a good boy, Lix,” You purred. “Come here.”

Felix was quick to climb onto your lap. He locked his arms around you in a desperate kiss. Despite the way your taste on his lips was driving you wild you didn’t let the kiss continue for only, firmly pushing him back and watching him pout.

“It’s your turn, Lix,” You said. “Would you like my hand or my mouth?”

The look of distress Felix gave you bordered on hilarious. His eyes shifted quickly between your lips and your arms as your hands rubbed soothingly along his shoulders. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in his lust addled brain, unable to make a choice of which was better. Unable to wrap his hand around the seemingly heavenly choice.

“I-I think…” He bit down on his lip.

“Too hard of a choice?” You cooed, watching him blush harder.

“Y-Your mouth is always so good.” He confessed. “B-But I want to kiss you, I want you to talk to me t-too.” 

You leaned in to kiss along his neck and he whimpered.

“Th-That makes it h-harder.” He whined.

“The choice or you?” You teased.

“Th-The choice? Me? B-Both.” His voice sounded almost as if it would break and you came up to press your forehead to his, hugging him around his waist to steady him. You knew he must be almost overwhelmed at this point. You kissed his nose sweetly to calm him a little.

“Do you want to be able to hold me?” You asked.

Felix nodded.

“Do you want to be able to kiss me?”

He nodded again.

“Then we’ll do it like this. Can you take off those sweats for me?”

Felix obliged, slipping back off your lap for just enough time to drop his pants and boxers before straddling you again. You only had a moment to admire his cock, hard, red, and leaking as it stood against his stomach before he was pressing it into you, whining. You forced him back a little, just enough space to move your hand freely before wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

His arms held you tightly as he breathed out a moan against your lips. You took it slow, knowing how sensitive he was and that it wouldn’t take very long with how worked up he was. Your hand moved at a steady pace, not too much. Even so, moans were already pouring from Felix’s lips to yours. 

His hips rocked up into your hand and you brought your free hand to his hip, making sure he stayed steady and helping him guide his movements as he tried to fuck into your hand.

“You’re doing so well for me, Lix.” You hummed.

“S-So good,” he moaned. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to manage much more of a sentence than that and his sweet moans only made you want to see him come undone that much more.

“My sweet boy,” You hummed. “You’ve been so good for me.”

You tightened your grip just a little and Felix let out a broken cry. His eyes screwed shut and you pulled back to watch him carefully. He tried to hold you close against, squirming and whimpering and you stayed back just a little, keeping your pace steady.

Even so it seemed he was finally getting fully overwhelmed as he whined for you, trying harder to pull you back to him as tears started staining his cheeks. You stilled your movements, coming back to meet him in desperate and needy kisses, wet with salty tears. You rubbed his back soothingly while he whined.

“D-D-Don’t stop.”

“Is it too much, Felix?” You knew he could heard the concern in your voice and it made him duck his face, hiding it in your neck.

“N-Not too much. W-Want you. Wanna c-cum.”

“Lix, look at me.” You coaxed his face out of hiding, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“S-So good.” He mumbled. “S-So much. N-Need to cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“P-Please, please.” He whimpered, leaning in to press more kisses as a way to beg. You returned them before giving yourself just enough space to talk to him.

“Okay, just a little more until you cum.” You started pumping his cock again, back to the same pressure and speed. “Thank yous” fell from his lips and tears kept falling down his face, not wanting to stop despite how much he was clearly feeling.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured sweet praise to him. “Made me feel so good. My perfect Lix.”

His moans grew louder as he started to buck into your hand. You moved just a little faster as you told him just how sweet and perfect he was until he cried out your name, hot cum spilling in thick ropes over your fingers and dripping down to your thighs. Felix rode your hand through his high with a series of the most beautiful sounds he had ever uttered until he was spent, falling against you and crying softly.

You released his cock, cleaning off your hand with a nearby tissue before hugging him tightly and rubbing his back. You pressed kisses to the top of his head and just held him as he slowly calmed down.

When he was only sniffling you gently lifted his face to look at you. Before you could say anything he spoke, voice rough and clearly tired.

“Can we have more of those brownies tomorrow?”

[ggundeuri]

9:28pm. lee felix

pairings: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: mentions of food, reader struggles to eat, reader is having a bad day, not proofread

word count: 900

a/n: my friend was feeling a little down today so i quickly wrote this for her <3 we all need a little lee felix in our lives

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It was Monday again. You followed the same routine you do every day. You hit snooze two times, finally growing sick of falling in and out of sleep and rolling out of bed on the third ring. Your morning shower doesn’t wake you up like you thought it would, only making you miss your bed even more after you step out into the cold. Not just your bed, but Felix’s too.

You wished you could stay there all day, wrapped up in his arms as he pulls the blanket over the two of you, hiding you from the harsh world you would soon have to step in to. As you pass him on your way to the kitchen, it takes all your strength to lightly nudge him awake.

“Felix, wake up, I’m going to make breakfast,” you coo, wincing when he scrunches up his face.

You hated doing this every morning, pulling him out of his peaceful slumber. But if you didn’t, he would be late for work. It was just another Monday – you both had lives to get on with. Groaning, he stumbles out of bed with his eyes shut, mumbling a quick good morning before disappearing into the bathroom.

Breakfast was just another variation of French toast. You both ate in silence, mentally preparing for the day ahead. Prodding at your toast with your fork, you eventually let it fall to the plate with a clatter and take it away, scraping what you didn’t eat – most of it – into the bin.

“Are you not hungry?” Felix asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern, “You’ve got a long day.”

“I just didn’t feel like it today – I’ll grab a snack on the way there.”

He’s still suspicious, but trusts your judgement. He doesn’t say another word on the matter. When he’s done, he walks you to the bus stop, kissing you goodbye on the cheek before heading for his stop, which was in the complete opposite direction. You always reminded him that you could make it to the bus stop on your own, but he insisted on walking with you anyway.

“If it means we get to spend an extra few minutes with each other, I’ll take it,” he pointed out.

Those extra few minutes were usually enough to prepare you for the day. Not today, though.

Your morning was spent staring at your unread emails. There were always so many on a Monday. Why do people email over the weekend? You held your head in your hands. Four hours later and you still hadn’t responded to a single one. When your boss checks up on you at lunch, she smiles at you pitifully and allows you to take the rest of the day off, believing your lie about having a migraine.

You did not have a migraine. You still felt like crying, though, and you almost did on the bus home. The bright lights of the office and the ticking of the clock only made you feel worse, reminding you of every passing minute that you spent staring at your screen.

When you finally got home, you crawled back under the bed covers almost immediately. You had been thinking of this all morning, but it didn’t feel right. The covers were cold, and your boyfriend’s body next to yours was missing. You check your phone, wondering if he’s updated you about his day, eager to feel his presence even a tiny bit.

[Felix] i’m sorry, but i have to work late today

[Felix] i was really looking forward to your cooking tonight, too

[You] it’s okay, i came home early anyway

[You] i didn’t feel too well

[Felix] i’ll be back as soon as i can

[Felix] take care of yourself. for me, okay?

Putting your phone down, you decide to pass the time until Felix’s, now postponed, return by sleeping.

When he finally returns, it’s already 9:28pm. You’re sat up in bed, in the same position you have been for hours, biding your time by watching any random video that was recommended to you. This one was an analysis on a movie you had never even heard of before.

The door slowly creeks open, his head popping out from between the crack to check on you. He says nothing, only sticking his tongue out and pulling a silly face. You laugh for the first time all day. Satisfied, he shuts the door and returns a couple minutes later with a mug in his hands, hot steam escaping from the top. He waits for you to sit up before carefully handing it to you.

“Hot chocolate?” you ask, trying to make out what the drink was from the smell, your vision hindered by the darkness surrounding you.

“For the prettiest girl in the world,” he smiles, closing the blinds, which you had been meaning to do since you came home.

He crawls under the covers from the bottom end, peeping his face out from the top with a boo! You scoff, but he just grins.

“Made you smile.”

“You always make me smile.”

He rests his head on your chest and wraps his arms tightly around you, careful not to nudge you too much that you spill your drink. Your day ends with everything in your world put right – Felix’s restful figure snuggled up to you, his head rising and falling on top of your chest with every breath you take.

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Dress fitting | Lee Felix

pairing : lee felix x fem!reader

genre : fluff

summary : the real planning of the wedding begins now. felix was more than happy to free up his schedule to see you do your first official wedding gown try-on.

≡;- ꒰ other parts ꒱ : part 1 , part 2 , part 3

Felix browsed through the other designer wedding dresses on the clothing rack while waiting for you to try out your first gown.

A smile made its way on his face when he saw some other gowns that he thought you might like.

Immediately, he asked the lady to let you try on the few others that he hand-picked.

Amidst turning around, he heard the curtain being drawn opened.

"Felix! What do you think about the first dress", you called out to him.

His eyes sparkled with admiration. A huge smile appeared on his face. It felt like a fairytale seeing you in a wedding gown.

He had to remind himself that this is real and he is in fact going to marry you.

You looked at him with a happy grin on your face. Twirling around carefully as you showed off your first try on.

"You look so gorgeous!", he exclaimed.

The grin on your face turned into a wider smile. Felix walked closer to you. His hands make their way around your waist as you checked yourself out through the mirror.

Felix looked down at you, his gaze staring right at yours. Your face became heated up, feeling flustered when Felix let's out another compliment. You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his mellow heartbeat.

Felix smiled contently as he gently combed through your hair.

"I can't wait to marry you"

The End.

© nokacchan 2022

[oddent]

[ 8:30 PM] felix x latina!reader [idol au]

trembling hands made their way to your face. you smiled adoringly at him before closing your eyes to accept the soft kiss he places on your lips. 

“what’s wrong, amor?” you ask softly, hearing him sigh after dropping down on your bed. 

“it’s getting hard to see you,” felix says softly, tired and upset. 

you fall to his side, facing him and taking in every one of his features. his freckles, his cute nose, his tired eyes, his cute pout- all of him makes you grin. you reach out and brush his hair, placing a few blonde strands behind his ear. 

“i know, but it’s okay, we’re trying.” you smile, “i know your schedule is tight, thank you for making some time.”

he stares at you, long and full of some sadness. “i wish it was more often.”

“i know, amor, i know,” you pat his cheek, “but one day we’ll come out to the public and we’ll be free to make time without thinking too much of our every move.” 

he sighs, closing his eyes. “one day,” he mumbles. 

you hum a soft tune as you run your fingers through his rough locks, knowing he was bound to fall asleep soon. it’s always like this, the two of you snuggling up and resting as much as possible. 

your band mates had all gone to their homes for the winter break. there’s no schedules lately either, and as a less popular group, there was plenty of free time given by the company. as a foreign member, you always stayed behind. alone in the dorms. 

that’s when felix fights against all odds to visit you. he has it rough, tight schedules, obsessed fans and haters that watch his every move, a contract around his neck- you have it a bit easier in some of those areas. yet, the two of you have a main issue in common and that’s the fact that both of you are left behind during long breaks like these.

well, felix has chan but even chan doesn’t spend time in the dorms, choosing to haul himself up in the studio. sometimes felix joins him but it’s still not felix’s cup of tea. 

and ever since he met you, he’s found comfort in loneliness. for you were basking in it as well. 

[stayconnecteed]

❛⠀INTERLUDE⠀—⠀an intervening period of time; an interval . . .

summary: small space where to keep track of all the drabbles written from a moment in time. of my milestone events, but also all those inspired by little instances in my life that remind me of stray kids. the majority of them have a trace of a cosy feeling. please, enjoy!

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⠀⠀⠀❛ 09 : 37 ❜⠀﹙ lee felix ﹚⠀⠀fluff / humor, 948 words

🌇⠀⠀noon⠀⠀—⠀⠀you see daydreams in my eyes.

⠀⠀⠀none yet.

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🌃⠀⠀midnight⠀⠀—⠀⠀let's say long live our memories.

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© stayconnecteed 2024

[skzwithrei]

It felt too real | Lee felix

genre : angst to fluff

summary : sometimes when we dream, it feels too real to be true...

📎rei's notes : i didn't feel like posting on my main so, i posted it here on my spam blog🫥 in other words, the format is different :/

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Felix came over to your section. He smiled when he spotted you in the crowd. He waved his hands at you, which obviously made other fans think he was just waving at everyone in general.

The music quiets down. Felix smiled at you as you returned a smile back. Suddenly a gunshot was fired. Felix's eyes widened as he panicked for the safety of you, his members and his fans.

Everyone began running out of the concert hall. The security guards patrolling immediately chased down the shooter while some helped to evacuate the fans to safety.

Felix overlooked the crowd, trying to see if anyone got injured. When his eyes landed on yours again, the smile on your face faltered.

Felix's mouth gapped, he knew that meant you were the one who got shot. Your eyes rolled back as everyone's screams around you became deafening.

"Y/N! SOMEONE HELP! CALL THE AMBULANCE!", felix's voice could be heard on the speaker through the attached microphone on his face.

He jumped down the crowd, making his way to you. Tears were streaming down his face when he finally held you in his arms.

"no no no NO! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!", felix pleaded as his cries got louder.

Your eyes were shut, barely having the energy to open back up. you could barely hear his voice.

"Y/n...please stay awake for me, just a little while baby, they're going to get help", felix kissed your forehead.

You sluggishly nodded your head. He held your hand in his.

"Did anyone else get hurt?....", you spoke.

Felix shook his head before muttering out a 'no'. He was surprised to see you more concerned about the well-being of the mere strangers around you who he calls his fans.

"That's good... it's alright felix. I'll be alright... we'll be alright", you squeezed his hand lightly with all the strength you had left before you passed out.

Felix's breath hitched as his heart pounded loudly. He heard over his in-ear that the shooter was apprehended. The police were on the scene and paramedics are making their way to felix.

"felix, I need you to calm down, we are sending the paramedic over, be strong alright", he heard the voice of the staff in charge of their in-ear monitor.

He nodded his head even though he knows they can't see him.

"Can you tell me where you are so that the paramedics can find you. Calm down okay, we are here for you"

Felix tried to control his sobs as he looked around, trying to identity the pen he is at before telling the staff through the microphone.

"Felix, the paramedics was coming your way, okay? she's is strong, she'll make it through it. Hold on, alright?", the staff tried to calm him down.

Felix mumbled out an 'okay' which the staff sighed in relief.

"Hold on please", felix leaned his head against your forehead. His tears dripped down your hair.

The paramedics took over you. Felix was hesitant to let them touch you but he knew they were his only hope of keeping you alive at this point. The paramedics did their thing that they knew best.

felix let out a sigh of relief when the paramedic said you were stable and you are going to make it out alive.

"Thank you...", felix sniffed as he quickly followed the paramedics into the ambulance.

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NEWS HEADLINES

The stray kids fan who got shot in the unsuspected shooting during their concert was felix's fiancee which he announced a couple months back. Her identity is being protected and fans are strongly discouraged to post her pictures online. According to JYP ENT. Felix's fiancee is recovering well and would be making a speedy recovery soon.

Felix hopes that fans would be considerate doing this time of period as he takes a hiatus. He hopes those fans involved in the tragedy, a speedy recovery.

Official stated that no one else got serious injury except felix's fiancee who was targeted by a angry fan. The identity of the shooter is being protected due to law. Rumored that the identity shooter will be revealed once the trial begins.

Till then, upcoming fansign, vlive and concert events would be postponed. Officials would be tightening up their security measures to prevent the same/similar unfortunate events from happening again.

—

Felix's eyes shot opened. He sat up, heart pounding loudly as he tried to calm down. He turned around to look for you. You stirred around in your sleep before opening your eyes.

"felix? is everything alright?", you asked still feeling drowsy.

He cleared his throat before nodding his head. "I'm fine...". You looked at him with worried eyes.

"Come here", you opened your arms wide. A small smile appeared on his face as he layed down on your chest. You stroked his hair gently, making him fall back asleep quickly.

The realistic nightmare was soon forgotten as he found peace. This time when he slept, he dreamed about the good things only.

[bbyquokka]

9:25 pm (lfx)

→ GENRE: timestamp | drabble | angst

→ WARNINGS: gn!reader | mentions of taking sleeping pills | alcohol consumption | just a lot of feels and angst rly ;-;

→ WORDS: 0.6k ~ (662)

→ A/N: inspired by deep end from the skz-replay album. did i listen to it on repeat whilst writing this? yup. Am i a sobbing mess rn? yuppp

→ m.list – → ao3

He cannot sleep. He wanders around his apartment night after night, swallowing sleeping pill after sleeping pill, but the memories still haunt him.

Your sweet, angelic laugh. The soft slaps of your bare feet on the wood floor, the soft hums of a tune you adore, dead and gone.

His apartment has never felt so lifeless.

Every room he enters holds a memory of you, a memory he holds so dear to his heart he cannot let go. He can see you, see you making brownies, lounging on the sofa. 

Your smirk as you seduce him. Fingertips dancing ever so lightly on his soft skin, like tiny pixie feet. Your warmth suffocating him, surrounding his body in a blanket of pleasure. Your moans like music to his ears.

He was addicted to you, in more ways than one. You were the cause of his high sex drive. The second his eyes fall upon you, he's caught under your spell, blood rushing south in an instant.

He doesn't have the energy for it. Sex is meaningless to him if it's not with you. You made him feel alive and now that you're gone, he's nothing but a shell of nothingness.

The picture frames remain on the tables, holding special and precious memories of you both. Now all they hold is a thick layer of dust and dirt. Your belongings are still scattered around the apartment; he hasn't gained the courage to sort through them and box them up.

Time stood still. Felix found himself in an endless cycle, spinning around and around. The world carried on around him but for him, time stood still. His body stuck in an endless loop. 

You kept him grounded, advising him and soothing him of his worries. Now they swim around and around in his head, tormenting him, laughing at him until he finds himself screaming into the night. 

Only, no one heard his screams, his cries for help. 

Alone. 

Awake for x amount of hours. swallowing x amount of pills and drinking x amount of cheap vodka, nothing works.

Frustrated. Because nothing works. Nothing seems to soothe him, nothing seems to drown out his thoughts. His own head became his worst enemy. 

How foolish of him to think a walk in the cold, winter air would make him feel alive. It just made it worse. Every store he walked past, every corner he turned was a new memory of you.

“Please make it stop.” Teary eyes looking at the night sky, his usual bottle of vodka in one hand, the other clutching the material of his t-shirt where his broken heart aches. “I can't do this without you.”

Silent sobs shake his thin frame. He's cried so much that he has nothing left.

“You promised.” He'd whisper harshly at his phone screen, his wallpaper still of you after all these months. Violent sobs shake his frame, and there it is. 

A tear. It lands on his screen, the watery texture mixing the pixels together in a range of colours. His vision blurred, a pounding headache approaching from the pressure.

“I want to feel alive again. Please give me a sign. I'll do anything for a glimpse of hope. Just make this pain stop! it's unbearable.”

“Why is the world so cruel to me?” He leans back, sniffing whilst bringing the rim of the vodka bottle to his lips. He hisses, feeling the burn travel down his throat and settling in his empty stomach.

It burns, but it's a sigh he can still feel. Even if he doesn't want to.

“Now I'm truly all alone in this world.” He whispers, eyes closing slowly. He's tired, exhausted body slowly shutting down. He doesn't fight it.

He allows it.

So consumed with his own thoughts, he doesn't hear the soft crunch of the snow approach him. It wasn't until he smelt that all too familiar scent he opened his eyes slowly, a coat wrapped around his shoulders.

“Y/N?”

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pairing. lee felix x gender-neutral reader genre. hurt/comfort warnings. none word count. 0.8k notes. my attempt on putting into words how it feels like to be hotwired to think that vulnerability is something bad. this mindset isn’t easy to unlearn and difficult to adjust even during times of desperate need. if you’re independent, that’s great. but here’s your reminder that there’s also no harm in reaching out every now and then, especially when you can’t take it anymore :) | inspired by the 30th - billie eilish

“stay with me.” you hear him say and you’re trying to. 

when you pry your eyelids back, your vision only makes out black and white cycling in even intervals. sometimes you could make out the ceiling, its iron beams and strips of fluorescent light. ever so often you’d pass under a lit bulb but even then, the shadows remained—guarding the posts of your bed as they wheeled you down an endless hallway. 

the shadows are solid beings because they can touch you, because they can ask you if you can hear them, can ask if you can stay with them. they’re all faceless figures, faces hidden beneath a veil of darkness and making them impossible to recognize. all except for the one beside you, the one with a hand on the railing and the other closing in on you.

you swat his hand away before your skin could touch, muscle memory remembering what you were trained to do even as you lay paralyzed on the hospital bed. it’s instinctive, embedded into your mind after countless years of repetitive routine, even when you don’t want it to. it seemed that the hands you once held when the darkness crawled close where the very same ones who allowed the darkness to seep in in the first place. while the years have aged them, your distrust remains—thicker like the bark of century-old trees in hooded forests. 

but even beneath the layers of hardened bark, your fear was tied to you like an anchor. and as the elements danced to form both you and the darkness you cast, human touch remains as your remedy. it’s an unspoken conflict within you; the desire to be held through the dark path often overshadowed by the need to remain on guard all the time. it’s a double-edged sword, both appearing just as frightening as the other in your mind.

as you lay there, you counted your fears. vulnerability terrified you and so did the idea of comfort coming at the expense of letting your guard down. maybe it was years of servitude that beat the idea into you, any form of reliance becoming a chink in your armor that puts you at a heavy disadvantage. death, even after your countless brushes with it, terrified you. and while this was only one of those many times, it was your first time feeling its finality looming.

your heart races at the thought of it, panic finally seeping in through the cracks of your glass cube. the water is rising and even when you can swim and float there is no escaping the glass ceiling. 

“'lix.” the call is faint yet he hears it over the rattle of the metal bed. your vision is a blur of figures and light but you can make out his movements, the way he turns to look at you. the words are on the tip of your tongue but it takes so much of you to say them. there’s a tug of war beneath the surface, two fears fighting on who will govern the remainder of your consciousness for tonight.

but you were trained to survive and vulnerability becomes excusable on the most extreme of circumstances. still a shadow stands behind you, years of distrust and paranoia morphing into a solid figure whispering taunts into your ear. you could no longer make out what they’re saying.

“my hand,” your voice shakes but you manage, “my hand can you please hold it?”

he’s a mosaic of orbs and flares when you try to look at him, your vision blurry as the blood-loss finally kicks in. but whatever your other sense missed, your skin makes up for because you can feel his touch on your cheek—a gentle hand wiping across it. you didn’t realize you were crying.

and as the armor sheds you feel naked. the plates begin to fall off one by one, piece by piece until you’re left with nothing. their indents have left marks on your skin and bone, your body missing its weight already. but it is lighter with the armor down, easier to breathe with the walls coming down. 

felix’ hand finds its way to yours and while you flinch on first contact he makes sure to hold you. his warmth spreads across his palm into your own, quivers stabilizing with something to keep it in place. hand to hand, skin to skin. 

“i got you,” he whispers, feeling his thumb rubbing the skin on the back of your hand. “hold on.” 

your body begins to relax, your initial panic overrode by a sudden influx of fatigue. the bed bumps over something, then rattles as you hit a ramp, the orientation slanting until you reached a levelled floor again.

“area clear,” another voice says but you can’t make out who it belongs to. 

even with your eyelids closed, you feel his proximity when he leans closer. “stay with me, please.” he repeats and again, you try to.

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