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[stlllle]

don’t really like fics where the girl is sub, like,i wanna see men cry not bossing women around

[sora-gia]

pig.

[prettypinknyssa]

wait wait, I have 2 questions. 1) are you willing to start a taglist and/or a masterpiece? So I can read all of your works (ФωФ) 2) Do you have like a rules in place for reqs and stuff? Do you even accept reqs? Idk I wanna know ^0^ bonus question- What is your name and pronouns? (^3^)/

HIII!! I was actually planning on making a tag list and master list soon! I haven’t made a tag list bc no one’s asked to be added yet lol. I do accept reqs! The only rules i have is I won’t do incest, dubcon, things like that. I’m open to writing smut but I’m still new to it so it might be bad. My name is Nyssa!! Pronounced like knee-suh. My pronouns are she/her.

Thank you for asking!!

[danielleursocool]

CHANGBINNN??? HELLOOO????

[prettypinknyssa]

quiet presence

summary : idol!soul x idol/producer!reader. you, the main producer and songwriter for your group had a deadline to reach by the end of the week. it was the end of that week, and you were stressed. soul’s quiet presence brings a comfort you didn’t know you needed in your life.

a/n : I’m trying my best to make my fics gender neutral so if you see any mistakes I’ve made in this fic (or my first fic “the silent dance”) plsplspls let me know so I can fix it :)

warnings : nothing lol. fluffy and cute. lowkey boring

You were two mistakes away from throwing your laptop across the room. Your comeback is on the way, the company assigned you a deadline. The end of the week. You had to summit all 8 songs you wrote and produced for the album. You made the beats, all of your members recorded their lines, and the perfectionist you were needed to fix everything.

However, it seemed like nothing wanted to be fixed. It was the end of the week. You needed to submit everything by midnight and you were unhappy with every song.

Thankfully, your roommates had left the dorms.

So they couldn’t hear the yelling out of frustration every two seconds coming from your room.

You could hear your phone buzzing over the sounds of your songs. You suspected it was your members texting you or sending pictures of whatever they were doing. You didn’t feel like looking at it. You were the Maknae, but you were the busiest out of all your members. The jealousy you felt whenever you saw your members having fun without you made you really upset.

After a few minutes of working and contemplating just how much your friends and family would miss you if you killed yourself, you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You yelled out. You watched your door open and enter a big eyed, blond boy carrying plastic bags from the convenience store.

“Shota! I didn’t know you were coming today.” You said as you took your laptop off you lap and stood up from your bed. Shota walked over to you and dumped all of the snacks and drinks he bought on your bed.

“I texted you, but you didn’t respond.” He said casually. “Our groups are hanging out today. They told me you were home working so I thought I would keep you company.” He looked at you and smiled brightly.

“And I know that when you’re focused on your work, you forget to eat.” He said while he handed you your favorite chips and chocolate milk. He was right. You didn’t realize you forgot to eat all day until he said that.

Maybe it was because of the amount of anger, frustration, and stress you felt from your songs, but Shota’s small act of kindness and care made you want to sob. Instead, you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged the boy. You felt at ease when he wrapped his arms around you as well.

After that dance where you both admitted your feelings for each other, you still haven’t made anything official. You weren’t friends but you weren’t dating either. You were just… more.

You pulled away to inspect all of the things he bought. You saw packs of ramen, chips, candy and drinks. Everything was your favorites.

“Thank you, Shota.” You smiled. “And I’m sorry, what I’m doing is pretty boring.”

“It’s okay! I have to finish our house on Minecraft anyways!” He said as he walked to the other side of your bed, pulled your covers off and sat down. You followed suit, pushing the snacks towards the middle and sat down next to Shota. You resumed your previous position, sitting against your bed with your laptop on your lap. Now with chips, chocolate milk, and a boy beside you.

Shota’s presence brought something into your room. The soft sound of him breathing, the Minecraft noises, and parts of your songs all blended together and made you more calm. You almost working more efficiently with the boy beside you.

Almost an hour had gone by and half the snacks were gone. Shota had left you room to make the ramen packets he bought for you both. You had to look over 3 more songs, fix them up, make them perfect, and then you were done. Out of curiosity, you took Shota’s phone so you could see the house he was building. It was in the middle of a cherry biome. It was very big with many rooms. You and Shota had agreed, he would build the house and you would decorate it.

Shota walked back in with two hot ramen bowls and chopsticks. He saw you on his phone and smiled.

“Do you like it?” He asked while he sat down. You put his phone down and accepted one of the ramen bowls in his hands.

“I love it! It’s very pretty.” You spoke honestly.

“You’ll make it even prettier.” You smiled at him. You ate your ramen is silence. After you were done, you simply put both bowls down on your nightstand. You told yourself you’ll put it in the kitchen later. Then, you went back to before. To you working and him building.

Shota eventually laid his head on your shoulder and brought your covers to cover most of his body. You figured he was just trying to become more comfortable so you let him be. After a few minutes, you looked down at him and realized he abandoned your Minecraft house on his phone and fell asleep on your shoulder. You almost melted on the spot. He seemed completely unbothered by the random music coming from your computer.

At 11:30pm, you submitted all 8 songs to your company. You were very happy with how every song turned out and you hoped your fans would be happy with it too. You looked back down at the boy who fell asleep on you. You silently pushed the wrappers and uneaten snacks aside, as well as your laptop.

You poked Shota’s forehead to wake him up. His eyes opened slowly. He looked up at you confused. “Lay down,” was all you said. He nodded his head and laid down properly on your bed, his head on your pillow and on his side facing you. You laid down as well and without warning, you slowly moved closer to him until your head was under his and your arm wrapped around his waist. Both of his arms grabbed you and pulled you even closer, hugging you into his chest. Not a second later, you both were sound asleep.

You woke up to the strange feeling on something on your face. You opened your eyes and saw Shota. He was kissing your face all over. He smiled brightly and greeted you.

“Good morning!” He said softly.

“Morning, Shota.” You said back with a smile just as bright. You can get very used to waking up like this, you thought to yourself.

Eventually, you opened your phone to find messages from one of your members. They had came into your room and took pictures of you and Shota cuddling. Mindlessly, you made it your lock screen wallpaper.

a/n : should i make this a series? I’m thinking about it lol.

[prettypinknyssa]

guys how do I do the request box things help me

[prettypinknyssa]

the silent dance

summary : idol!soul x idol/producer!reader. soul is walking you back to your dorm when all of a sudden, he has the impulse to dance with you in the middle of an empty street.

a/n : remember when I posted that p1eces need to lock in and write some soul fics… I LOCKED IN. also let’s pretend soul fully understands english for the sake of the song I chose for this. not proofread, will not be proofread.

warnings : so freaking cute. consent is sexy. reader calls soul “shota” in this fic. this is lowkey very bad…

song : heart to heart by mac demarco

Your body was about to give up on you. Your group was preparing for a comeback, which meant endless hours of dance practice, photoshoots, and recordings. You loved to be an idol, but this part of it can become frustrating. Especially when some staff acted as though you were a machine with the inability to feel pain and emotions. You would never admit this out loud, but there were times you wished you never became an idol.

Those thoughts always left your brain when you were with Shota. Soul of P1harmony. Your groups were in the same company. Some fans like to call your group ‘P1harmony’s younger siblings’ since you debuted after them. However, you and Shota were the younger ones in your groups and considered to be the weirdest ones. A friendship was bound to spark between you two.

After your dance practice, Shota appeared outside the door waiting for you. You smiled brightly when you caught sight of his blond hair and big eyes. Your members didn’t say anything as they watched you two walk away. But you did catch some of them from your peripheral vision sporting knowing smiles. Now, you walked with him side by side back to your dorm.

You tried not to think too hard on the presence of the boy next to you. He frequently did this, walk with you to your dorm. And even though your heart skips a beat every time you see him waiting for you just so he could walk with you for a few minutes, you know he meant this in a friendly way. Your members and his members both have expressed how badly they want you and Shota to be together. You don’t even want to begin thinking about how badly you want to be with Shota, because if you did start thinking about it, you might end up crying.

You were okay with how things were now. Walks late at night and quiet presence. Texts in between practices and recording lines. FaceTimes when you were in different countries. The conversations where you talked about everything and nothing all at once. Shota as a friend was enough for you. But no matter what, your mind will always imagine the possibility of Shota wanting you as more than a friend.

You were halfway to your dorm when Shota stopped walking. You noticed almost immediately and turned around to face him, a confused expression forming on your face. Shota looked down at the boring pavement on the floor.

You were standing in the middle of an empty road in the middle of the night. Neither of you were worried about people spotting and recognizing you.

You stepped closer to the boy and put your hand on his arm, attempting to comfort your friend who was seemingly upset. Shota lifted his head and looked at your eyes. You could search through every language spoken on planet earth and never find a word that could describe the way he looked at you.

“Dance with me?”

… Maybe you misheard him.

“Please?” He said nearly inaudibly. He outstretched his arm to you, his hand begging for yours.

You widened your eyes and let out a soft chuckle. Confused wasn’t enough to describe just how clueless you were right now. “But there’s no music?” You said, but your body was going against your voice as your hand accepted his. His other hand grabbed the bag you were holding on your shoulder and tossed it aside. He then pulled you closer, one hand was holding yours and the other brought your hand to rest on his shoulders, then that hand went to gently hold yours waist.

“You’re the one who makes music. I think you can come up with something for us.” Shota said softly whilst smiling brightly. He started swaying his body to the sound of silence, waiting for you to do something.

You followed the movements, letting Shota— the much better dancer— take the lead. Your mind went through the songs you have written in your life. There was a song you wrote before you met Shota, before you debuted. It wasn’t about anyone at the time. It was written from your imagination. But as time and your feelings for Shota progressed, he was the only thing on your mind whenever you thought about it. Without thinking about it, you started hummed the melody of it for this dance.

“What are you humming?” He asked. You stopped humming so you could respond.

“It’s a song I made a while ago. I didn’t release it with the group ‘cause it’s different from the kinda sound I made for us.” You admitted. You’ve found that Shota was hard to lie to. It’s a miracle he’s never asked you if you had feelings for him, because you might just tell him everything.

“Can you sing it?”

You’ve also found that Shota was hard to say “no” to.

Reluctantly, you cleared your throat and reminded yourself that you were the main vocalist in your group for a reason. Singing in front of fans, judges, and important people was something you were used to. This was different. Shota was very different. All of a sudden, you felt the unfamiliar shyness inside of you. You could feel your face becoming warm, knowing you were blushing all over. You sighed and lowered your head.

“Come on,” he whined, you could hear the smile in his words. Shota used his hand that rested on your waist to lift your head up from your jaw. As expected, you saw a smile that reached his eyes, the kind of smile you that forced you to smile back. “It’s only us here. I want to hear you sing for me.”

You looked up into his eyes for reassurance. To which Shota nodded his head, encouragingly, his hand left your face and returned to your waist. Apparently, that was all you really needed.

To all the days we were together

To all the time we were apart

Of each other's lives

Heart to heart

When you paused, Shota released his grip around his waist and backed away momentarily, before lifting your connected hands into the air. You took this as your cue to spin. You both began giggling loudly before Shota moved both his arms to wrap around your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He nodded his head, you took that as him asked you to keep singing, so you did.

And so I had a late arrival

So we never saw the start

Of each other's lives

Heart to heart

Heart to heart

Shota moved both of your bodies, swaying around while moving in a circle. You did your best to not step on his feet without looking down. Your eyes connected with his, making it impossible to even consider looking away.

Know it seems so quick and easy

Sentimentally assumed

Walking parallels

Heart to heart

To all the days we were together

To all the time we played a part

In each other's lives

Heart to heart

Shota’s eyes flicked down to your lips. “Who…” his eyes moved back your eyes, “who is that about?” He whispered.

“You, Shota.” You said in your head.

“No one, Shota.” You said out loud. “My imagination.”

“Oh,” he nodded his head, “okay.” Maybe you were imagining things, but you could’ve sworn he seemed almost disappointed when you said no one. Did he want it to be about him? Just like you thought earlier, it was hard to not tell him the truth. In the end, you’ll always tell him everything.

You lowered your head, growing shy and scared. But you knew it was about time. “I wrote it before I met you… it wasn’t about anyone. But now, it might be.” You two stopped swaying. No one attempted to move away. Neither of you wanted to move away.

“Now whenever I sing that song, I think about you. About how I wish I met you earlier in our lives. Before either of us debuted. How all the time we’ve spent together and far apart means so much to me.” You couldn’t control your mouth anymore. Your brain told you to shut up multiple times but your voice just kept going. Your own body was betraying you.

Shota moved his hands to your cheeks and lifted your head up.

“What are you saying?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up into his eyes.

“I like you, Shota. Not as a friend, but as something more.”

You barely got those words out before his lips were pressed against yours in a kiss. It didn’t last long, you were barely able to even register it, it was only for a second. He pulled away, his eyes widened and his mouth parted.

“I’m so sorry!” He quickly said. He stepped away from you, moving his hands off of your face and down to his sides. You missed his presence immediately.

“I should’ve asked, I’m so sorry!” He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. “You said that and I just- I’m sorry.” You lifted your hands to grab his arms and moved them away from his pretty face.

You smiled brightly, “then ask me.”

“Huh?” Shota let out surprisingly. His eyes still blown wide, the sight made you have to stifle a laugh. Your hands drops his arms and held his cheeks, your thumb gently petting his cheekbone.

“Ask me, Shota. Ask me if I want to kiss you.” You whispered. Shota looked like he was in pure disbelief from your word. And honestly, you were in disbelief too. But you didn’t care, you just needed his lips on yours again.

“Do you want to kiss me?” He asked slowly. You nodded your head, staring directly at his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You let out. Shota didn’t waste another second before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. This kiss was only a second longer than the first before he began pulling away again. When his lips left yours, you immediately stood on your tippy toes and chased after his lips again. Once you felt them, you wrapped your arms around his neck in an attempt to keep him there. You could feel his arms growing tighter on your waist, your bodies flush against each other. Now you knew that Shota wanted this just as much as you do. However, he was more afraid of possibly making you uncomfortable that he didn’t fully do what he wanted. Which was to give you a long and proper first kiss.

And that’s exactly what he did. You’ve never felt this good before in your whole life. You could feel him all over you, your bodies were flush against each other. His hands began wondering your back and waist as your lips moved together.

You only pulled away once the air in your lungs ran out. The two of you breathing loudly, chest heaving against each other. You never wanted to leave your spot against him.

“I don’t want to be your friend.” Shota admitted. “I want to be more.” He whispered against your lips, “can I?”

You smiled. Your hand brushed the blond strands in his face away so you could fully see the prettiest boy in front of you.

“I have waited so long for you to ask me that.” You confessed. He quietly apologized but you just shook your head at it, he had nothing to apologize for. “Yes, Shota. You can be more.”

He let out a relieved sigh and leaned his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips turning upwards against yours until he kissed you again. He pulled away just to go back and kiss you again, and then again and again until he finally admitted— “I really like kissing you.”

IM ENDING IT HERE HAHAHAHAHHAHA I HOPE YOU LIKED ITTTT!!!

[prettypinknyssa]

imma need p1ece’s to lock in and make more soul fics for me please and thank you (*^ω^*)

[prettypinknyssa]

my good looking boy

chapter two : pretty bug boy

chapter one

Han Jisung was seeing a ghost. He was looking at a ghost eye to eye. Genuine shock and fear crawled up his spine and gave him shivers. Why was this ghost smirking at him like Jisung’s presence was the best thing to happen to him today?

After saying hello to the curly haired girl, Jisung looked around the room to the other students. His eyes immediately drawn to the boy he prayed he wouldn’t see again. The boy who he had embarrassed himself in-front with his staring, inability to look away and suddenly deafness whenever he spoke. And now here he was, sitting on the floor, looking at Jisung with that same amused smirk he wore at the cafe when Jisung didn’t respond to him.

Jisung was gonna kill Felix for making him come to this class just so he could shoot his shot with the curly haired girl. All he had to do was wrap his hands around the blondes neck and just-

“Hello everyone! I see we have new people joining us.” An older man, who Jisung later learns is named Taemin, walked in, forcing Jisung to pull his mind away from the murderous thoughts. All of the students stood up at his presence, but he waves them off.

As the class progressed there were stolen glances and one sided smirks. Everyone broke off into there own groups as they finished bidding farewells.

“Hey Minho, you coming?” Taeji called out the boy who was causing slight panic in Jisung's head. ‘Minho. His name is Minho.’ Minho looks back and shook his head. “Need a bit more practice.” Taeji just chuckles as he walks with Eliana. Jisung followed behind Felix a few paces behind until he noticed that he left his headphones in the dance studio.

He paused to search his bag once more. Felix looked back worried as Jisung grew more frantic. “I think I left my headphones back there. Go ahead without me.” Felix simply gave him a smile and wave. Jisung quickly jogs back to the dance studio, but before he can fully open the door, he hears the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Humming. Minho's humming. His voice was light and airy in a higher pitch than most men. Jisung looks throught the crack in the doorway, seeing Minho move smoothly through the choreography they just learned. He stays, listens for a bit. He thought back to the cafe. ‘Maybe he was humming while making or drinks? Does he hum all the time? I need to hear more.’ Jisung snaps out of his trance when he realizes he actually has to enter to get his headphones. He slowly opens the door all the way.

Minho pauses when he hears the door open. He swiftly turns to see who came in this late. His muscles instantly lock up when he locks eyes with those familiar sparkly, bug eyes. He stumbles as he navigates to the corner where he sees a pair of abandoned headphones. Minho watches through the mirror as the boy quickly grabs his headphones and run.

Minho relaxes when the door closes and he lets out a small chuckle. He looks back at the corner and notices a small book. He makes his way toward it and realize its a small sketchbook, covered in various stickers. He opens it to the first page and notices a name tag. Property of Han Jisung. He knows who it is because there is a small portrait of the pretty boy he's been seeing everywhere below the tag. He puts the book in his bag, hoping he could use it as an opportunity to speak with his bug.

‘Jisung. His name is Jisung.’ Minho smiles as he thinks of Jisung. His bug eyes, his gummy smile, his long, wavy hair. He was gorgeous in Minho's eyes. He catches himself looking stupid in love in the mirror, so he quickly snaps out of it to continue practicing.

Minho made it back to his shared apartment late. He's been practicing for a few hours, but he didn't even notice the sun setting through the windows. He sees his roommate, Amirion, laying on the couch watching a random kdrama. Amirion looks up and smiles at Minho.

“You're back late,” he says in a suspicious tone.

Minho nods with his response. “Just needed some extra practice.” Amirion shifts and gestures for Minho to sit, so he does. “I feel like something happened. Like, something life changing.” And he was right. Minho bit back a smile as he sees the beautiful bug eyes and round cheeks. Amirion notices his smile and pushes his shoulder in curiosity.

“What was it? You look like you found the love of your life,” Minho paused at this, Amirion noticed instantly and jumped up in surprise. “Holy shit. No way! Who is it?!” Minho contemplates whether he should tell him, but ultimately, there are no secrets with Amirion.

“There's this guy… he came into the cafe earlier today. His name is Jisung and he's gorgeous. The cutest bug eyes, the roundest cheeks, a gummy smile. He's perfect.” Amirion simply listens with a shocked look on his face. Minho's expression says it all. He's utterly gone. Amirion has never seen this expression on Minho before. After everything they've been through he didn't think Minho could ever look truly happy again. He simply smiled.

“Whoever this Jisung is must be super lucky. He gets to have a guy like you chase after him.” Minho chuckles as he lays his head across Amirion’s lap.

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[prettypinknyssa]

my good looking boy

chapter one : soondoongdo cafe

written by me and @kainolonger

Han Jisung was beginning to come to the realization that his life was incredibly boring. The most interesting thing to happen in his life is something he had decided to never tell anyone. The people who had to know already knew. His mother and his best friend, Felix.

He attended a cheap and boring college for a degree in music. His mom told him to choose something else because music didn’t insure a job or career after college. But he did it anyways. His mom didn’t argue because she knew what music meant to Jisung.

He only had one friend, Felix. He moved to South Korea from Australia when he was a kid, then he attended the same elementary school as Jisung. Jisung was quiet, he didn’t speak to anyone because he believed no one wanted to hear from him. But then Felix, who he swore was hand-crafted by a sun goddess, sat next to him one day and made him feel like his company was wanted. They had been inseparable since.

Even now, when they were walking side by side to a cafe Felix told him about. He insisted that Jisung had to get out of his room and away from his laptop that was increasingly making his urge to throw it across the room greater by the second.

But, Jisung didn't know how he got here. All he knew was that there was an extremely good looking boy asking for his order. He was stunned, so Felix had to order for him.

“Two Iced Americano’s and two chocolate chip cookies please.” Felix responded with ease and the biggest smile mankind could muster. Jisung lightly tapped his side, and gave him a glare. He didn’t need to say anything else for Felix to understand what he wanted. “And a strawberry cheesecake.” The man behind the counter simply nodded and said something, but all Jisung heard was muffled sounds. The sunlight shined in all the right places on him.

The boy in-front of him, who was now retrieving the two chocolate chip cookies, is by far the most prettiest boy Jisung has ever seen. His pretty black hair that kept getting into his equally pretty black eyes. He was wearing a pink apron that had the cafe’s name on it, “SoonDoongDo,” with 3 cats under the arched text. Underneath the apron was a plain black hoodie, the sleeves rolled up so Jisung could see the boys pretty hands and arms, which he swore was moving in slow motion as he began making their Iced Americano’s.

Jisung didn’t realize he was staring until Felix elbowed his side. Jisung muttered a “What,” almost annoyed Felix interrupted his staring contest with the veins on the boys arms.

“I’m gonna get our seats. Can you get our stuff when he’s done?” Felix asked him with a knowing look. Jisung nodded his head while his sunshine smiled and walked over to a small table with two chairs in the corner.

Jisung turned back around, hoping he could continue to stare at the good looking boy’s arms, but instead was met with the boy already staring back at him. He had said something but to no one’s surprise, Jisung didn’t hear a single thing. He hummed at the boy, whose pretty pink lips were turning upwards in a smirk.

“I said your order is ready.”

Jisung couldn't trust his brain to form words, so he just nodded and bowed his head as he grabbed the small pink tray. He reluctantly walked to the corner table where Felix was sat. Felix had a teasing smile on his face as he asked, “Now what was that?”

“What was what?” He said as he grabbed his cheesecake and Iced Americano from the tray.

“You staring at the server like he hung stars.” Felix replied with a laugh. Jisung just looked down and stabbed into his cheesecake. He then looked up almost unconsciously to the counter, and the pretty boy working said counter. Felix follows his eyes and smiles when he sees what has him so captivated. “What is it about him?” Felix pryed at Jisung until he finally gave in.

“He's… pretty.” Felix looked at him like he had 14 eyes.

“That's it?” Jisung nodded as he sipped his Americano with the occasional bite of cheesecake. Felix sighed as he munched on his cookies.

At the counter, Minho couldn't get a certain pair of bug eyes out of his head. The sweet looking boy didn’t look back at him, but Minho couldn’t look away as he watched him stuff his mouth full of the cheesecake his friend ordered for him. ‘I wonder what his name is.’ ‘Does he go to the same school?’ ‘I should've put my number on the receipt!’ His thoughts kept spiraling as he watched the two exit the cafe. ‘Maybe I'll see him again.’

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[kainolonger]

"My Good Looking Boy"- a Minsung fic written by me and @glitteryinfluencersoul

"A story where all Minho wanted was some normalcy. Enter, Jisung, who seems normal enough compared to Minho. But maybe They have more in common than Minho thought."

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[justaviolentviolet]

normalise being a teenage girl with an unhealthy obsession with the x reader tag

[rosesanddocs]

I hope you all get laid soon, for your own mental health

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

aren't we? ・l.f.

💿 — felix who truly believes that you were the one who gave him all these freckles in a past life—especially the heart-shaped one.

🔭 — paring・felix x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・687 // warnings・felix is so sweet and sappy, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i just can't let go of the idea that lee felix would find your soul in every lifetime! also i stole this from my short story collection that i'm working to publish because it was felix coded and i also just needed to get something out there for y'all i hope you like it my loves!!!

Felix was the part in your story, always imagined but never written down. 

And in the same way an author takes up a pen, he held his hands before you, and with quiet serenity, he swore—please, unravel your heart before me. I promise, you will never have to fantasize again—without paper or quill, he breathed all your dreams to life.

Even after four years, he continues to do so.

Felix's arms are hot around you, warm hands spread across the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. He's kissing you, hips spreading your thighs apart from where you sit perched atop the counter's edge. The fudgy scent of brownie batter lingers in the air, wafting from a long-forgotten oven. Felix promised he would pull the brownies out after just one more kiss.

But we both know how well that went.

"Did you forget about the brownies?" Your smile must be contagious, 'cause as soon as it blossoms upon your cheeks, you have already infected him—his spreading bigger and brighter than yours.

"Brownies? What brownies? Were we cooking brownies?" he jokes, thumbs brushing patterns on your exposed back.

In the moment between lifting your gaze to admire his star-struck cheeks and now, you have taken notice of an intriguing-shaped freckle just underneath his lash line, honey-brown and cordate.

Suddenly, you lift a finger to brush the soft skin of his under-eye. First, Felix is confused. Then, as your eyes brighten with both intrigue and awe, he loses any hope of thought at all. A subtle purse in your lips tells him of your deep concentration.

He can't help the amused breath he puffs from his nose.

"What?" he whispers, eyes glazed with admiration.

"You have a heart-shaped freckle." The realization dawns on you with a soft gasp—something so simple, yet so profound. It felt so perfectly Felix.

Mindlessly, he brings his hand up to touch the mark. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"You know, your past lover must have adored your cheeks."

His fingers never cease their exploration upon your bare back. "Do you adore my cheeks?"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Well, of course I do, but we aren't talking about me."

His eyes turn into crescent moons as he tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Aren't we?"

For a moment, the room feels smaller, quieter, the air thick with emotion. It takes you a minute to discern his words, shifting through the meaning before it all clicks.

You gasp, the weight of his words sitting like a star in your chest. "Are you saying I was your past love?"

"I mean, if the shoe fits." His lips tilt up, and the pad of his thumb finds its way across your own cheek.

He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, with enough sincerity to make gardens blossom in your heart, "there's a freckle for every world I have called you mine."

It all hits you right then—the depth in which you feel for him. It's dizzying, disorienting in the best of ways. You hold love itself in between your palms. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes, slipping into your sealed lips and dripping down to your chin.

Thousands of years ago, his lover whispered the stars on his skin, for now, pressed upon his cheeks will be their story, etched into the very person in which it was born.

This is just a chapter, and maybe a million years into the future you'll be here again, sharing kisses and cherry chapstick until the brownies burn. He'd hold you here forever, over and over, until time slipped past the universe's grip and his book shuts.

Felix can't help but chuckle at the complexity of his thoughts, and when you look back up at him with those big, bright eyes, it all snaps back into perspective. It was all quite simple, really.

He laces his fingers into your hair, leaning forward to seal your lips together once more.

If Felix got to choose his story, every chapter would be filled with you.

loosely based off this fic here by @luvtak! go check it out it's literally the best fic i've ever read!!

[kainolonger]

For @glitteryinfluencersoul

Shy!lovedrunk!felix x F!Reader

Felix loves your hair so much that he can’t keep his hands out of it.

Felix is my bestie’s bias so I wanted to write something for her (feed her delusion).

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The sun shined through the gaps in the curtains. You shift slightly to turn away from it, but you’re stopped by Felix tightening his grip on your waist. A groan was heard as he softly inhaled the scent of your soft, curly hair. “Where are you going, baby?” You chuckle slightly as you wrap your arms back around him. “No where, angel,” you whisper while slowly stroking his back. He looks up at you with the most tired, yet love-filled eyes. He reaches up to comb his fingers through your hair while giving you butterfly kisses all over your face. Felix sighed as he unwraps himself from you to sit up. “You hungry?” You nod and sit up next to him. “I’ll make some breakfast,” you get up with Felix close behind.

You stood in front of the stove with Felix latched onto your waist, slowly stroking it, his face in your hair. He sat his head on your shoulder and watched you cook. He felt so full of love, so he couldn’t help but giggle and kiss you everywhere he could reach. You smile and lean your head against his. He blushed and nuzzled into your neck. "Baby, the food's ready, let's go eat." You set the table and sit in front of Felix. Felix finishes first, so he gets up to stand behind you. His hands run through your hair as you continue eating. You lean into his touch, but he starts slowly braiding and unbraiding your hair.

You finish eating and quickly put the dishes away. You two moved to the couch and watched a random drama. His hands found their way back to your hair. "You really like my hair, don't you?" He simply chuckles and continues running his hands through your curls. You couldn't complain since you loved him. You loved it when he ran his fingers through your long curls. You simply lay your head on his chest, and the combination of his heartbeat and his hands in your hair, you slowly fall asleep. Felix smiled and gave you a small kiss on your head and fell asleep right after you, your bodies tangled in a mess of limbs.

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