exbestfriend! felix x gn!reader ->genre- angst kinda
prompt - tears forming in person a’s eyes as they watch person b fall in love with someone else.
a/n- this is my first post on this account, I don't even know if its even angst at this point,, but this was very fast written so ye!! Thank you for beta reading for me @full-sunnies 😖🫶🏻
Felix couldn’t ever imagine seeing you fall in love with someone else. You both were pretty close, being best friends since kindergarten. You were together through thick and thin. However, high school started and everything slowly changed for both of you. He kept the secret letters he wrote for you in his drawer in the hope that he will someday be able to give them to you.
The more he hoped, the more it hurt for him. It was alright; at least you were his best friend, he thought.
When he thought he finally got a chance to confess and show his feelings towards you, Hyunjin came into the picture and everything changed. Your whole focus went to Hyunjin, leaving Felix hanging. He hoped that you would notice him once again and say, “You're my best friend, I would never leave you.” At the same time, however, imagining you saying these words to him hurt him even more.
Seeing your lips curve in a smile when you saw Hyunjin in school, the giggles that left your mouth when he cracked a joke, Felix still hoped very much that you would never break off what you had with him. And then the worst came.
You never hung out with him anymore, only using the excuse that you were busy even though you were hanging out with Hyunjin. He wished you would at least be honest with him about it.
Summer break was eventually coming, and Felix put all his courage into confessing with the little hope in his heart and also bringing you the news that he was moving back to Australia. Even though he knew you would reject him, at least would be able to leave without a heavy heart.
Felix sent you a message to meet him under the blooming tree at the park where you both used to hang out as kids.
Finally, Felix had the letters in his hand to give to you. But he came at the wrong time.
Hyunjin was confessing to you, and seeing the way you were hugging and kissing him, Felix's heart ached. He should be happy for you, but why was he crying? Tears left his eyes, running down his cheeks, with the salty taste reaching his lips. It seemed that your friendship with him didn't matter at this point; you had forgotten all about him, so he decided not to push himself into your life anymore.
He will wish the best for you, even if it’s from afar.
Felix knew something was wrong the minute he woke up.
He felt sticky, his shirt wet as a thin layer of sweat coated his entire body.
At first he thought that he had maybe just overheated during his sleep. That was until his early morning brain fog had cleared and he became aware of the body pressed up against him.
Your back was nestled against his side, the material of your t-shirt damp just like his. Felix frowned as he sat up, hovering over your curled up form to inspect your face. Your hair was matted to your forehead, a distinct pinch between your brow as you slept.
Felix called your name softly, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
By the third call of your name you began to shift in your sleep, a soft frown making its way on to your lips.
“Angel can you wake up for me?”
Felix received a soft grunt in response, feeling his heart stutter as you sleepily rubbed at your eyes.
“Lix,” you whined softly as you rubbed your face against the material of your pillow.
“I know baby. Let’s got get a bath and change your clothes okay?”
You shook your head, eyes barely able to stay open as they fluttered up at him.
Felix gave you a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the tip of your nose.
“Come on Y/n you’re sick. You need to take a bath and get some medicine in you.”
“I’m not sick. I’m just tired.”
Felix pursed his lips before brushing his fingers against your forehead, nearly wincing at the heat.
“I think your fever would beg to differ my love.”
It took everything in Felix not to coo at the soft pout that graced your lips.
“Fine,” you sighed before sitting up, wincing at the sudden movement.
You let out a groan as you held you head in your hands and Felix felt his heart drop.
“Wait right there let me go get you some medicine.”
It took Felix less than a minute to find the painkillers, quickly making his way back to your side with a few pills and a glass of water.
“You okay,” he asked, cursing the way his voice slightly shook.
You nodded after handing the glass back to him to set on the side table, giving him a reassuring smile as you reached out to take his hand in yours.
Felix had always worried, maybe a little too much whenever you got sick. He didn’t want to make things worse by openly worrying about you but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t like when his baby was sick.
“I’ll be alright. It’s probably just a seasonal thing.”
Felix nodded, eyes falling to your intertwined fingers.
“I know. I just worry about you.”
You raise your clasped hands to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand—causing his ears to heat.
“I know you do. But I promise I’ll be alright. Now how about that bath?”
A bath and some soup later, you were curled up in bed once more. Felix spent the morning running around, making sure that you had everything you needed. Even though you told him not to worry, that didn’t stop him from looking up every possible cure on the Internet.
You hummed as Felix read off some of the things online that would help with the aches and pains.
“I think they might be missing the most important remedy of all.”
Felix’s eyebrows raise as he looks up from his phone to where your cuddled beneath the sheets, only your nose and the top of your head visible.
“What would that be?”
“My boyfriend, in my bed, cuddling me.”
He feels his face heat, sputtering slightly as he nearly drops his phone. However, the giggles that come out to you at his reaction is worth the short-lived embarrassment.
“I-I don’t think that’s a cure.”
You pout then and Felix nearly melts.
“Yes it is. It’s called the cuddle cure.”
“The cuddle cure,” Felix laughs, eyeing you as a fond smile makes its way onto his face.
You nod before lifting the covers.
“Shall we find out if it works?”
And if it meant making you feel better and getting to hold you?
It’s giving late night date vibes I’m going to cry
“C’mon Lix just one more I promise.”
“Sweet you’ve already taken so many,” he whined as he picks up his chopsticks.
“The food is going to get cold!”
“But I’ve been deprived of taking pictures of you for a month now,” you frown, as you peer at him from behind your phone.
“Just two more? Please?”
One look at your pouty lips and Felix is caving.
“Alright two more okay? Then you can take as many as you want after we eat.”
You happily nod, lifting your camera to take his picture once more. His eyes follow you, filled with an overwhelming fondness as he watches you angle your phone in just the right way.
“Alright now smile,” you command softly as your own lips tug into a soft smile of your own.
Felix didn’t have to be told twice. There was never a moment where he wasn’t smiling around you.
→ genre: slight angst, slight smut (minors don’t interact or i’m telling your mom)
→ summary: a paris trip with your ex-boyfriend fuels flames that have long been put out, or so you thought.
→ word count: 472 words
a/n: not much context is given about the cause of felix and the reader's break up, because it's really not a major point in the plot ha ha. very loosely proofread so i apologize for any errors!
bouquets of powdery colored blossoms, bustling crowds of people, and of course what's a wedding without unnecessarily expensive decors and cutleries? the only thing keeping you interested in the ceremony itself were your friends and the alcohol.
nonetheless, you were happy. it was your best friend, minjung, getting married to the only guy you ever trusted her with after all. minjung meant the world to you, and has always been with you through every milestone in your life, so irrefutably, the answer was an instant yes when she invited you to be her bridesmaid, in spite of your undiagnosed allergy to weddings.
"hey, you guys ready?" the coordinator asked, referring to the little segment in the wedding dedicated especially for the single women and single men. yes, what a badge of honor. the crowd went abundantly wild everytime minjung would pretend to throw the bouquet, though none were as ecstatic as the other girls you were surrounded by. desperately wanting any manifestation that they too will tie the knot soon.
but when the bouquet was finally thrown, it decided to land directly into the hands of the one girl that did not intend on having it— you. cheers and applause flooded your ears as the kind girls congratulated you. uh, thanks, you guess.
all you could hope for right now was that the man who catches the garter would at least be half decent, because you might just be spending 5 days in paris with him, a prize care of the newlyweds. guess catching the bouquet wasn't so bad after all.
wish you hadn't spoken too soon.
you watched as chan threw the garter up in the air and land in the smack-dab middle of the crowd of tuxed men, all of them looking around in confusion for who caught said lace band. the group parted like the red sea to reveal the lucky guy, and you swore you felt your heart drop out of your chest when you saw who it was.
it was none other than your fantastic ex-boyfriend, felix. as if he rose from the dead or something.
your whole entire system locked at the sight of the man staring directly at you: his face was far more structured than you last saw him, his hair dyed grey, looked a little more mature. felix looked different in general, and as much as you hate to admit it, it was a good kind of different. and by hate you mean you wanna rip your brain out of your skull for even thinking so.
the oblivious members of the entourage cheered, but the ones who knew better fell into an awkward silence. minjung covered her agape mouth with both her hands, and chan didn't look any less shocked than his bride, both pairs of eyes juggling between you and felix.
description: [3k words] felix FBI agent au w/ a possible plot
warnings: curses, slight masturbation (?) no idea what it is lmfaooo
a/n: ive always wanted to write a murder mystery so this is to get it started! if it does well ill think about continuing it because im not sure if anyone enjoys criminal mind things as much as i do
This guy was going on a date with no cologne on? Disgusting. You had a knack of judgment, already being able to predict the outcome of this guy’s dinner after driving so many lovebirds to their dates. A typical Saturday night called for taxi driver business and you loved the amount of money that came through but in the end, you couldn’t help but wonder when you would be driving yourself to a date.
You carried a decent amount of knowledge after three years, your best bet was when you told one of your customers she was about to be broken up with, only to see her back in your car asking for a ride a few minutes after arriving. You could tell where these people were going, what their plans were just from their location and attire. A decent amount of knowledge.
Sometimes there were “those” type of people. Failures of being a woman in the driver’s seat (which shouldn’t be a problem smh). “Those” people who ask to sit in the front seat to play the radio only to try to get their hands in your pants. “Those” people who try to sit right behind you and try to whisper things in your ear. “Those” people who- you get the idea. But with no excuse, you carried pepper spray around your neck all the time for when it was necessary.
The woman that had just stepped in your taxi, you couldn’t seem to get a grip on. She wore a poker face, hands crossed as she scrolled through what seemed to be “Tinder”. Maybe it was a Tinder date. After arriving at the restaurant you watched as she left your car, her ass sticking out in her bodycon dress along with the sound of her high heels clicking.
“Hey wait, aren’t you going to pay?” You groan before turning around to see the exact amount in cash on the seat. You peeked inside the restaurant to see a full crowd, someone in there is going to need a ride for sure, so you turn on your taxi light and wait for the next customer to arrive.
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Rolling up the sleeves to his white button-up, Felix makes his way through the crowded restaurant. He was lucky enough to have found his first suspect on a tinder website and couldn’t believe how vulnerable she was for having accepted his request to meet. Little did she know his identity.
His co-worker Angel claimed it was the profile picture that must’ve swooned her, the forced smile and nose scrunch hiding his secret demeanor. Felix was handsome, his hair combed back and his cheeks covered with light brown freckles. It was easy for him to pass as a college student or gas station employee- a bit of makeup was all he needed. Thus holds today, meeting a suspect who expects a perfect tinder date, only to be disappointed.
Finding the small table in the corner, Felix casually grabs the seat, looking into the girl’s eyes before asking “Is this seat taken?”
A slight smirk meets her face before she replies, “If your name is Alex then yes”
“Alex?” Felix replies, sitting down across from her, “Lucky guy”
From the way she smiled at his response to her soft pink cheeks, Felix could already tell she was lured into the game. He was annoyed yet relieved, his good looks always gave him entry, along with his deep voice. He could practically read women like a book.
Her bright red hair seems fake, even in the pictures and the amount of makeup is quite visible, she’s trying hard to hide her identity as well.
“Hm, care for a drink Alex?”
Felix pouted his lips, free drinks from his number one suspect? A big win. But his boss checking his BAC? Not really.
Playing with the edge of the plastic menu in front of him Felix refuses, “No thanks. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to drive you home after this”
The woman’s lips gasp at his words, “You’re driving me home after this?”
A light chuckle leaves Felix’s lips as his hand meets her thigh, giving it a small squeeze before whispering in her ear, “I think you’ll want me to drive you home after this”
God, it always worked. Of course, she throws her head back at his touch. Felix feels like internally cringing. Her skins rough like scales and he wants to remove it so badly. Her hand goes to his wrist, moving his hand up her thigh as her eyes shut in bliss. Disgusting, disgusting, Felix can’t form words on how not turned on he is. Maybe he should just end this now.
“But unfortunately, I’ll have to drive you to the Los Angeles Police for continuous accounts of larceny and grand theft”
The woman gave Felix a blank stare, slowly closing her legs. The small action made Felix smirk as he pulled out his cuffs from under his suit, “Can’t get away now- Fuck!”
Jumping out of her seat, the woman dashed for the door through crowded people. Trying to make his way through, Felix thought about calling for backup.
Sure, he should’ve came with his partner Ashton but he just quit the job, leaving Felix alone on tracking cases like these until he finds a new partner. The sounds of laughter and the smell of alcohol filled his senses in the midst of his thoughts. He needed to catch this woman and finally put an end to the city’s robberies.
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God, how long were you sleeping? You rubbed your eyes in an attempt of clearing your blurry sight at watch the front door of the restaurant in hopes of someone needing a ride when suddenly a woman runs out. Her hand is held onto her purse as she runs down the street, jumping into the car in front of you and driving away. “Woah, WOAH!” You exclaim as a guy jumps into your passenger’s seat.
“Follow that car!! Follow the car!!” Your eyes freeze on the man next to you as he quickly puts on his seatbelt. “Hello? Can you fucking drive??” He asks, waving his hand in front of your face before you could get a hold of the situation. Your eyes peek inside his suit, an FBI badge hidden behind the clothes before you could step on the pedal. “I have ALWAYS wanted to be in the middle of a pursuit, I’ll follow the car!” You squeal in excitement, speeding up before you could catch up with the Honda Civic.
The guy next to you pulls up his phone, muttering some words in the call before getting an address. “Y-yeah, uhhh I just got in some taxi and the driver is following our criminal.” Shit, so this is some police stuff?
You try to keep your cool as the Civic you’re chasing speeds through traffic, breezing through the cars and way over the speed limit.
“Look, I work for the FBI, I’m sorry if I scared you by getting in your car all of the sudden but I seriously need to catch this guy, o-or girl. If you could press on it a bit-”
“Are you fucking crazy?! I’m going at 75!!” You exclaim, your hands aching in pain from gripping on the wheel.
“The limit is 65, I’m a cop!! You won’t get a ticket!”
You turn to his side and smirk, “I won’t get a ticket?”
The guy rolls his eyes before sighing in relief, “You won’t get a ticket”
“If you say so” You tsk as you press on the pedal again, “Hold on tight~”
Felix’s eyes glow as the car’s engine below you burns, the sudden speed pulls the both of you back but your reactions are quite different. The man next to you is holding onto his seat for his life while you’re living the time of your life.
“Can you be a little more responsible?? I’m trying to catch a criminal here”
“A bit responsible? You literally just got into a stranger’s car and asked them to drive”
“You’re a taxi driver, you should at least have some experience in traffic”
“Only when I’m following the ro-WATCH!” You swerve past a car in front of you that slowed down, your hand on Felix’s chest as you hold him back to make sure he’s safe. Your act took Felix by surprise, his focus completely thrown off before you could place your hand on the wheel.
“Okay, okay sorry. I-I’ll try my best, I can see the car ahead of us” You sputter our nervously.
Felix clears his throat and fixes his suit before eyeing the car again. “It looks like it’s taking a turn on Union, maybe going to one of the backstreets”
“Should I keep my distance?”
“Hmm, depends. Is this car bulletproof?” He asks, arching an eyebrow as you pout your lips.
“Fuck off” You roll your eyes before cautiously driving into one of the more hidden streets of the city.
Suddenly the Civic stopped, causing Felix to jump up in his seat as he watches. The woman gets out of her car, her figure suddenly disappearing.
“Park right here,” Felix asked, “If you don’t see me in ten, try calling the police, but I doubt you’ll have to do that” He winks before closing the door.
You take a gasp in relief, looking around the dark neighborhood and locking the doors to your car. What are you going to do now? A random FBI agent got into your car and now you’re stuck here for ten minutes… waiting. Anything could be going on inside there. Shit, what if he gets shot? Or kidnapped?? You covered your mouth at the thought, no that can’t happen. He seemed too cocky to be easily fought against.
Left with your thoughts, you couldn’t keep the idea of the FBI agent’s figure off your mind. I mean, you’re not saying he’s hot or anything but… well. Can you blame yourself? What else should you be thinking about when you just gave a ride to some guy and possibly put him in danger. You would never be able to forgive yourself if something happened to him, even if he asked you to.
“Maybe I should go,” You tell yourself before shaking your head. “No.. no he told me to wait here, just 8 more minutes.” You stared at the clock inside your car and anxiously stuff your phone inside your coat pocket. “Screw this” You mutter before getting out.
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You take a risky corner, entering the blindspot which the woman had disappeared into when you were in the car. A gust of wind blew your way, the chills growing goosebumps on your skin as the anticipation waited. God bless all the seasons of Criminal Minds you had watched, you felt like you were prepared for anything. In fact, the building you stepped into was completely empty. Tip-toeing into the place, you hid yourself between two storage containers before you could feel it shift a bit.
A few groans and sounds of stress were heard from inside. Was there more than one person here? You feel your heartbeat out of your chest, back pressed against the metal container as you slid closer to its entrance.
It was when the container moved that you couldn’t hide any longer, an uncalled gasp pasted your lips and blew your cover.
“Is someone else here?” You heard a woman’s voice ask, your fingers growing numb as you felt yourself exposed.
When you found yourself in broad attention, you saw the person Felix was looking for heading towards you, gun in her hand, and a fierce look in her eyes. “Who’s this?”
Over the person’s shoulder, you could see Felix bunched up in the corner of the container, hands over his stomach as a patch of blood started to build upon his side. His eyes showed fear as he gestured his head to run, but you knew you couldn’t leave him like this.
“I asked, who are you, sweetie?” The woman asked again before finally stepping in front of you.
Peeked over to see Felix again, you scrunch your fingers up in a fist trying to blow off some heat.
“I… I’m-” Grabbing your pepper spray bottle around your neck, you sprayed the woman’s eyes causing her to fall on the floor. Once she fell you quickly kicked the gun out of her hands, grabbing the weapon and running towards Felix. You could hear the woman groan in pain but you could care less.
“Are you okay?” You asked, grabbing his arm and throwing it over your shoulder.
“Yeah I’m fine” Felix panted out, his eyes wincing in pain. “Just be careful, there’s guards on the other doors so use that entrance, it’s closer to your car”
You made your best attempt to leave the room as soon as possible, the exit was just a few steps closer but the woman who was once blinded with pepper spray was now up on her feet.
“OI, DID YOU NOT HEAR ME SCREAMING?” She exclaimed, calling at the guards from each exit. You quickly slid in between two containers, pulling Felix in front of you.
Felix looked to the side, the awkward positioning giving you two no space. You could only look at him in the midst of events. His face filled with freckles, brown eyes, lightly shaded features and blonde hair. You clenched your jaw, trying to keep yourself together as a guard passed by you two.
You felt a wet patch growing on your chest, causing you to look down at Felix’s wound. The chest to chest contact had not only gotten your cheeks pink but also your coat, fancy. As soon as the guards followed the girl, Felix tapped your shoulder and pointed at the exit as you assisted him out.
“We have to be quick, the guards are probably looking for us” He panted as he let go of you, opening the door as you ran to your driver’s seat.
“Is that a bullet wound?? You’re bleeding so much, do I call 911?” You exclaimed, looking at him for a response.
“Just drive!” Felix exclaimed, watching as the guards started the move out of the building.
“Fuck, fuck!!” You screamed, pressing on the accelerator as the car backed up. You shook in fear when you felt your car being shot. “Felix, I already told you this shit isn’t bulletproof!! It’s just a freaking Toyota!!” You cried out, watching as the bodyguards chased towards you.
Felix pulled out a gun from under his jeans before opening the window and shooting at the guards. “Keep going, it’s fine” He puffed out before you could finally meet the road. You quickly changed gears to drive and found yourself on a crowded street.
“Felix! Felix?” You asked, looking to your right to find him clenching onto his shirt. “Shit, you’re bleeding even more, should I drive to the hospital?”
“No, no just pull over” He whispered back, “Check if we lost them and pull over, if not go to a hotel nearby”
Thanks to your years of being a taxi driver, you knew the streets like the back of your hand. Making a few turns you found yourself at a motel that your friend owned. You pulled up at the drive-thru, soon realizing that Felix was next to you.
Trying your best to cover him with your figure, you thanked your friend and grabbed a key to an empty room.
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“Oh my god, that’s so- eek!” You screeched as Felix removed the bullet from his waist.
Turning around, you felt a similar pain growing on your side just from the sight of Felix’s injury.
“It’s over, you can look now” Felix rolled his eyes, laying back on the bed carefully so he wouldn’t stain the sheets.
You turned around, slowly opening your eyes to find him resting against the bedrest. “Umm, I can go chill with my friend downstairs if you want to relax that… seems pretty serious”
“No it’s fine, you can stay in bed with me if you’d like”
“I mean, wait what?!”
Felix smirked at your response, chuckling in pain as his laughs caused pained to his stomach. “Oh come on, I saw the way you were checking me out earlier”
You gasped at his words, “What a cocky bitch. This is coming from the same guy who said ‘If you don’t see me in ten, try calling the police, but I doubt you’ll have to do that’” You mocked in his deep voice.
“Hey- it was your problem for not waiting ten minutes. If you had waited I’m sure I would’ve found a way out of there”
“Excuse me?” You asked sarcastically, walking towards him. “Oh were you not going to thank me for saving your life right now?”
Felix sat up on the bed, his lips inches away from yours before whispering “Would you like me to?”
You pushed him back in his place before crossing your arms. Felix did the same, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he grabbed onto the sheet. “ I think the injury is getting worse even after I took out the bullet”
“It seriously doesn’t hurt?” You asked, eyeing the cut and clothes torn with blood, the white material of his suit slowly dissipating. “Maybe we should clean it up” You run to the bathroom to grab some towels, filling a bath bowl with water and returning.
“Here,” You said, handing him the things before he could close his eyes.
“I don’t think I can do it myself, can you?”
You look back down at the clothed wound, dipping the cloth in water and dabbing it.
“I swear to god, take off the shirt please” He groans, arching his back at the contact of cold water.
You feel a gulp down your throat as you slowly unbutton his white shirt, his broad sweaty chest being exposed before revealing the wound for itself.
Watching his facial expressions, you slowly clean up the bullet wound and remove his shirt so you could cool him down with the hot water.
“Thank you” He mutters out, “Thank you for not freaking out on me, it’s honestly surprising that you didn’t ask me when I’m calling for backup… or how you even trusted me in the first place”
“It’s fine, today would’ve been another Saturday I supposed if I wasn’t saving some FBI agent’s life”
Felix chuckled at your response, “Taxi driver huh? You don’t seem fit for the job”
“Oh really? It’s been three years and I’m doing just fine. What do you see me as?”
Felix’s eyebrows wrinkled in thought before he could answer, “Maybe an FBI agent… in fact, would you like to be my partner?”
