pairing — idolbf!felix x f!reader; established relationship
word count — 3.4k words
warnings — she/her reader, hurt/comfort, argument between reader and felix, angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, felix just wants to hold someone again, members are kind of mean but i promise it's not targeted against them :(
summary — after his experiences, he learnt one thing. they'll only like him better if he's not himself. he thought you were one of them so he acted different around you too, but really, he just ended up hurting you how he was hurt.
Felix has always been known to be the most cuddly member in Stray Kids. Taking the opportunity whenever he could, he would leap onto his fellow members, catching them off guard while they were busy with something. However, it was no secret that, more often than not, these moments were mostly for his own comfort.
Felix liked hugs. He didn’t mean to bother anyone, but sometimes he did. The others didn’t always say anything, but they liked being alone when they weren’t working. He didn’t get it. Hugs made things better for him, so he just assumed they might help them too.
"You’ve got to ease up a bit, Felix. Clinging to people like glue is starting to get annoying," one of his members told him once.
After that, the others started speaking up too. They began pulling away when he reached out. Nobody yelled or snapped at him. They just stopped returning the closeness. Felix understood why. He really did. Still, it hurt. All those hugs, all the times they told him he was comforting. It suddenly felt fake.
So he changed. He stuck to high fives. On late-night drives, he forced himself to stay upright, wide awake, instead of leaning on someone’s shoulder like he used to. And slowly, things shifted. The members started pulling him into conversations. They laughed more when he spoke. They didn’t wait for him to squeeze into the moment. They made space.
Felix decided this was better. If keeping his distance meant people liked him more, then maybe that was how he’d stay. Quiet. Friendly. Unbothering. The least clingy out of all of them.
Then you showed up. And somehow, you were exactly how he used to be. Always finding a reason to touch him. Throwing your arms around him from behind. Pressing your face into his neck when he was in the middle of something. It caught him off guard. Not because he disliked it. But because he didn’t know how to respond anymore.
"Felix!" you called from the bathroom.
"Yeah? You okay?" he said from the bedroom.
"Could you bring me a towel?"
He got up and headed to the closet. The air was cold when he opened the door, and when he handed you the towel, he didn’t look up. His phone was still in his hand, thumb tapping.
"Thanks, Lix," you said, smiling.
"Yeah," he replied, eyes still on the screen.
After Felix headed to the room first, claiming his usual spot on the bed, you decided to indulge in your nighttime skincare routine. The soft glow from the bathroom light illuminated your face as you moisturized, then moved to the dresser to brush your hair. With your hair now smooth and untangled, you turned off the bathroom light and left the bathroom.
As you made your way to the bed, you noticed Felix lying there, scrolling through his phone. Quietly, you leaned over and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Felix, still buried in his phone, didn't notice your approach until you leaped onto the bed and sprawled out beside him. You propped yourself up on your elbow, peeking at his screen with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Whatcha doin'?" you inquired, your voice playful.
Felix, startled by your sudden intrusion, glanced at you and smiled. "Just some stuff for work. What's up?"
You scooted closer, ignoring the amused yet puzzled look he gave you. "Nothing much. Just wondering why my boyfriend is so engrossed in his phone when he has someone as interesting as me right here."
"You're always interesting, Y/n. I just got caught up in some messages."
You grinned, appreciating his response. "Fair enough. But you know, you can put that down for a while." With that, you snatched his phone, earning a gasp from Felix.
"Hey!" He took it back from you.
You chuckled and leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder. "I just did my skincare, and my skin is feeling so soft. Wanna feel?"
Felix raised an eyebrow, fake disgust on his face. "Do I?" he repeated, his tone teasing.
You reached for his hand and guided it to your cheek. "Feel it. I used that fancy moisturizer you got me."
Felix hesitated for a moment, then ran his fingers over your skin. "Hmm, not bad," he admitted, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Despite Felix's initial engagement in your conversation, you felt him subtly shifting his attention back to his phone. However, this time, instead of feeling a sense of rejection, you decided to playfully address it.
"Alright, Mr. Busy, I see how it is," you rolled your eyes.
Felix looked up, a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry, babe. Emails keep coming in."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I know your phone is practically glued to your hand. Do you even love me anymore?" you said dramatically.
"Of course I love you." His eyes swiftly looked at you then back at his phone.
You grinned, satisfied with his response. "Good, because I happen to love you too, even if you always act like your scared of me or something whenever I touch you."
Felix's expression shifted slightly, and you couldn't help but notice a hint of hurt in his eyes as they slowly gazed at you. It dawned on you that your playful remark might have struck a chord. You quickly backtracked, realizing that your attempt at humor might have crossed a line.
"Well, not that it's bad or anything" you spoke quickly.
The room fell into an awkward silence, and you could feel the tension lingering in the air. Desperate to diffuse the situation, you attempted to switch the topic, rambling on about the colors gold and silver and how they complemented Felix's style.
You reach out to the necklace and fiddle with it between your fingers. "Oh by the way, Felix, I was thinking, do you think gold or silver looks better on you? I mean, you always wear those silver earrings, but gold has this warm tone that might suit you too. Not that silver doesn't look amazing, it does, but have you ever tried gold?"
Your words seemed to hang in the air, met with only silence from Felix. He kept his gaze fixed on the phone, fingers tapping away, seemingly lost in the messages or emails that occupied his attention.
"Or maybe a combination of both could work? Like, a subtle mix of gold and silver accessories. You know, they say mixing metals is a fashion statement. What do you think? Felix?"
Again, no response. Your attempt at a one-sided conversation continued, the one-sidedness becoming increasingly apparent.
"I mean, you always look good in anything, so I guess it doesn't really matter. But it's just a thought, you know? I was just thinking about how your style could evolve. Not that it needs to change! You're perfect just the way you are, but you know, I just thought..."
"Y/n, can you stop?" Felix's voice cut through the silence, and you lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze.
Confusion etched across your face as you asked, "What?"
Felix looked at you, his expression a mix of frustration and contemplation. For a moment, he hesitated, as if debating whether to voice the thoughts that lingered in his mind. Finally, he spoke, "This... all of this. Can't we just have a quiet moment without you sticking to me or talking this much?"
Your brows furrowed, caught off guard by his sudden request. "Is this because of what I said? If it was I'm sorry."
Felix's eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "It's not just about what you said. It's about the constant need for attention. I can't even have a moment to myself without you clinging onto me."
You recoiled slightly, hurt evident in your eyes. "I just wanted to spend time with you."
"You're suffocating me," he retorted, his tone sharper than before.
"Suffocating? Felix, we're in a relationship. Couples spend time together. I thought that's what we were doing," you defended.
He sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "There's spending time together, and then there's this constant need for validation. I can't even check my messages without you turning it into a drama."
You felt a knot forming in your stomach, a mix of confusion and hurt. "I never meant to. I just wanted to be close to you. What's so wrong about that?"
Felix sat up, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because it's too much! Can't you see that? I need space, Y/n. I can't be your source of constant entertainment."
The tension in the room escalated, and you could feel the weight of his words settling in. "I didn't think wanting to be close to my boyfriend was asking for too much," you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
Unknown to you, in his mind, Felix was wrestling with the contrast between your actions and his past self.
If I was always like this with the members, what must they have felt? Or did they just tolerate it to spare my feelings? he thought. Maybe they needed space, just like I do now. But I never gave it to them. I never thought about how they felt. All the times I thought I was comforting them was just me comforting myself.
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he looked back at you.
Felix's frustration grew, evident in the way he raked a hand through his hair. "I need time for myself, and I thought you'd understand that."
"I do understand, Felix," you replied, your voice quivering.
He shook his head, the frustration in his eyes deepening. "No, you don't, Y/n. You never understand."
The words hung in the air, a heavy silence settling between you. It felt like a punch to the gut, the realization that the person you loved needed something you couldn't provide at that moment.
He sighed, a mix of regret and frustration in his eyes. "We all need to compromise in a relationship. It can't always be about what one person wants."
It can't always be what one person wants. That was something I should've kept in mind all those years of being a fuckin annoying ass.
"I'm not asking for much, just a little affection," you said, your voice pleading.
Felix shook his head, frustration evident in his expression. "It's not about affection, it's about balance. And right now, it feels like there's no balance."
The argument hung in the air, and you could see the emotional exhaustion on Felix's face. It was clear that, in his attempt to avoid the clinginess he experienced with his past self, he swung too far in the opposite direction.
You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. "So, what now?" you finally asked, your voice small.
Felix ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "I don't know, Y/n. Maybe we need some time to figure things out. I just need space right now. I think it would be best for both of us."
Tears welled up in your eyes as Felix's words echoed in the dimly lit room. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension, and you struggled to find the right words to convey the hurt that was gnawing at your heart.
"I'm sorry, Felix," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to make you feel suffocated."
Felix sighed, his expression softening slightly at the sound of your remorse. "Y/n, I need to figure things out too. We both do."
You nodded, a mixture of sadness and understanding in your eyes. "I get it."
As you spoke, a single tear trickled down your cheek, and you hastily wiped it away. The vulnerability of the moment weighed on you, making it difficult to maintain composure.
"I never wanted to be a burden, Felix," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
Without another word, you got up from the bed, leaving the room in a quiet haste. As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, taking a moment to collect yourself. The weight of uncertainty lingered in the air, and you couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that crept into your mind. It stung. All the times he hugged you back or told you that you made him feel better by simply cuddling him. It was like everything was fake.
As you reached a more secluded part of the apartment, you sank onto the floor, your emotions finally overwhelming you. Tears streamed down your face, and you cradled your face in your hands, grappling with the ache of a love that seemed to be slipping away.
The thing that hurt the most was how you were so blind to his feelings? The moments when he pulled away or tensed up, you brushed them aside, thinking he was just having a bad day or was in a strange mood. Now, it became painfully clear that you had been disregarding his boundaries, forcing him into a role he wasn't comfortable playing.
As you sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the guilt twisted your insides. How could you have been so blind and selfish? Your attempts to draw him closer were, in reality, pushing him further away. You always thought whenever he would push away from you or ignore your affection, he was just trying to joke around. The thought of him feeling uncomfortable with you became a bitter pill to swallow.
You wondered if he had ever truly enjoyed those moments or if he had only tolerated them to avoid hurting your feelings. The pain of realizing that your actions might have caused him discomfort gnawed at you, and you felt a sinking sensation in your chest.
The apartment was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Unbeknownst to you, Felix had eventually decided to leave the bedroom, and as he walked down the hallway, he heard the muffled sound of your tears. His heart sank, guilt gnawing at him for the pain he had unintentionally caused.
As he approached the dimly lit living room, he found you huddled on the floor, your shoulders trembling with each stifled sob. Felix hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach the situation. The weight of his own realizations bore down on him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be there for you.
He silently sat down beside you, leaving a respectful distance, yet close enough to offer comfort. His eyes softened as he watched you wipe away tears, and a pang of regret tightened his chest.
Felix sighed, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
There was a moment of uneasy silence before you spoke again, your voice filled with vulnerability. "Why did you fake everything, Felix. Everything you ever reciprocated was fake." You knew you were more mad at yourself than him. "You made me think you liked everything I did."
"Y/n, it wasn't fake" he mumbled.
"Stop lying, Felix." you blew your nose, "You know what? It's fine. From now on just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. I can stop being clingy and stop asking so many questions. You can tell me when to come over or not. I'll change anything, I just want you to like me."
His breath hitched. You thinking exactly how he did at the time. Wanting to change himself simply for another person's validation. That is how he ended up like he is now and he brought that pain onto you.
"Y/n, never change yourself, " He said, almost like a threat, while turning to you with tears brimming his eyes.
"But you don't even like me for who I am," you sobbed.
Felix ran a hand through his hair, a conflicted expression on his face. "I do, Y/n. So so much. But you started reminding me of-" He paused for a sigh, "Me. and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of confusion.
"Huh?" you asked softly, while blowing your nose.
Felix looked away, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow. "A year ago, I was all touchy, too. But then I noticed that they liked me better when I was less clingy. I didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, so I tried to be different with you."
The weight of his confession lingered in the room, and you felt a deep sense of understanding wash over you.
However, you inquired, "Who's 'they'"
"My members, friends, everyone. They all thought I was too much. I didn't want that for you."
"But I don't want you to be different, Felix," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I just want to be close to you."
Felix turned to you, his eyes glistening. "I want that too, Y/n. All I ever wanted to do is just lay in your arms and tell you about my day and just fall asleep. But I'm scared that I'd make you feel uncomfortable."
His words hung in the air, and you could feel the raw honesty behind them. The realization that Felix had been holding back his true self for fear of repeating past mistakes tugged at your heart.
"I didn't know," you whispered, your voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Y/n," he shook his head, indicating that it's not your fault. "I don't think you know that back then, I could get way more clingy than you are now." Felix chuckled.
"That's impossible," you replied as Felix shook his head.
Felix sighed, a mixture of sadness and relief in his eyes. "I'll need to figure myself out cause I don't want to lose what we have" He reached out, gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.
As Felix's touch lingered on your cheek, you looked into his eyes, finding a glimmer of hope amidst the emotional turmoil. "Felix, maybe… maybe you should talk to your members about this. I'm sure they don't feel the way you think they do. They might understand and help you."
Felix hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I don't know."
You nodded, understanding the complexity of his feelings. "I get that, but I also know they care about you."
Felix sighed, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. "I'll think about it, but for now, I need some time to reflect on everything."
"Take all the time you need, Felix. I'll be here when you're ready to talk," you assured him, your voice filled with sincerity.
"Thank you for understanding, Y/n. I appreciate it more than you know."
The two of you sat in the quiet living room, wrapped in a shared sense of vulnerability. The air felt lighter, the unspoken tension dissipating, and you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future.
In the following days, Felix did indeed take some time to reflect on his feelings and the dynamics within the relationship. The idea of talking to his members about it lingered in the back of his mind, and eventually, he mustered the courage to bring it up during a group discussion.
As Felix shared his thoughts and concerns, his members listened attentively, offering support and reassurance. To his surprise, they not only understood but also shared their own experiences of finding a balance between personal space and closeness within the group.
Hyunjin, in particular, spoke up, "Felix, how are fucking stupid! Now I feel so bad! You being all mean doesn't change how much we care about you."
Felix felt a sense of relief wash over him, realizing that his fears of being a burden or misunderstood were unfounded.
With this newfound clarity and the support of both you and his members, Felix started to find a love for being affectionate again. It wasn't an instant transformation, but gradual adjustments and open communication allowed him to overcome his insecurities.
"Felix?"
"Yes, babe!"
"Can you get me a towel?"
He entered the bathroom with a white towel in hand, his attention tethered to his phone. Nonchalantly placing the device on the sink counter, he fixed his gaze on you. A sly grin danced on his lips as he boldly looked at you from head to toe. With an assertive move, he opened up the bath towel, enveloping you with it by pulling you into an unexpectedly intense hug that left no room for escape.
“Who is she?” I say sternly. “Who is who?” He asks. “The girl you were making oggly eyes over at the party all night.” I throw my bag onto the counter as we make our way inside our shared apartment, just coming home from one of the parties Chan decided to throw. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asks, taking his jacket off, throwing it over the back of one of the bar stools. “Oh don’t act like you weren’t.” I make my way into our shared bedroom, sliding off the dress I wore tonight and throwing it into the hamper. Leaving me in nothing but my red lace panties. Minho follows behind. “You’re crazy to think I’d be starring at anyone other than you.” He states. “I saw you starring at her Minho, I’m not stupid.” I sit down at my vanity and start to take my makeup off. Minho stands behind me, arms crossed over his chest. “Well what about you and wooyoung?” He asks, venom stinging through his voice. “What about wooyoung?” My voice raises a bit higher this time, getting pissed at the fact he’s trying to change he subject now. “You two were all over each other when we got there!” Now he’s raising his voice. “All over each other? Minho, we hugged! It was a simple hug! And a quick hello! You on the other hand had no issue sitting right in front of me eye fucking another girl!” I yell. My face turning red from lack of oxygen. “He likes you y/n and you know it! You just refuse to fucking see it!” He yells back. “I don’t care if he does because I only have eyes for you! But apparently you have your eyes on me and someone else!” I stand up and make my way to our shared closet, grabbing a hoodie and sliding it over my head, then proceed to grab a pair of shorts and put them on as well. "I'm leaving." I state. "And where might you be going y/n? It's 2am." "I don't know, maybe I'll go to Wooyoung's." I say, I don't mean it though. It's within the heat of the moment. "Take that back..." Minho's voice changes, its deep and quiet, so much different than what it was before. Even after being together for two years, he still sometimes intimidates me. "Y/N.. take it back, I'm not joking." For a moment our eye contact is intense. I clear my throat before pulling myself together. "I'm leaving." I state, walking over to our dresser and grabbing the car keys, I turn around to leave the room and Minho is standing directly behind me. My face is to his chest, if I look at him again, I'll cave in. So I keep my head down. All I hear is the silent sound of his breathing before his hand runs down my arm and to the hand that the keys are in. He slowly pulls the keys from my hand and throws them onto the bed. "You're not leaving me... you're mine, do you understand?" He says in a hushed tone. He brings his hand to my chin and pulls up, making me look at him. And here I am... looking into those big brown eyes once again. "You were looking at another girl Min..." I whisper. "Honey... I was not looking at anyone, I would never do anything to lose you. And if you don't recall.. you were standing right next to this girl you think I was looking at." He states. My mind goes back to earlier, I was standing on the dance floor with a few of our friends and a girl next to me was gyrating all over everyone around us. When I looked up, I just so happened to have caught what I thought was my boyfriend watching the girl. "I was watching you, baby." He whispers, running his hands down my sides until he reached my waist, gracefully picking me up, spinning me around and setting me on our bed. "I'm always watching you..." He whispers, planting open mouthed kisses along my neck. I turn my head to the side to give him more room to work and wrap my arms around his shoulders, playing with the back of his hair. "I'm sorry.. I whisper. "Oh, darling. You have no reason to be sorry." His hands explore my body, before sliding underneath my shorts and cupping my heat. A sharp squeak leaves my lips at the feeling of his long fingers rubbing my sensitive bud. "You do have something you need to be punished for saying though..." He says with a smirk.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Don't freak out! This is not a new chapter lol I'm archiving rn
Chapter 4: Up All Night (Felix)
When a playful tickle fight reveals your underboob tattoo Felix’s mind starts reeling, and a friendly massage quickly turns steamy.
Pairing: Felix + Plus Size Reader | Smut
Warnings: Non-Idol AU | College AU | Best Friend Felix | Food/Baking | (Slightly) Perv Felix | Mentions of Body Fat/Insecurities/Stretch Marks/Cellulite | Cursing | Massage | Grinding | Fingering | Unprotected Sex | Dirty Talk | Cum Shot
Back Story- Felix takes you to his family's Christmas gathering back in Australia.
Cw: Fluff
You sat in the car, staring out the window at the lush greenery that passed by. Felix was driving, a small smile on his face as he navigated the winding roads.
"Nervous?" he asked, glancing over at you.
You turned to look at him, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. "A little bit, yeah," you admitted, biting your lip. "This is a big deal, meeting your family for the first time. I just want them to like me, you know?"
Felix chuckled, reaching over and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "They'll love you," he said, his voice confident and soothing. "I've talked about you so much that they feel like they already know you. And besides, you're amazing. What's not to love?"
"I don't know, what if your sisters Rachel or Olivia don't like me?"
Felix smiled, his eyes warm and reassuring. "My sisters are going to love you, I know it," he said, his voice gentle. "They can be a bit protective of me, but they're both incredibly kind and welcoming. And anyway, it's not like they can resist your charm."
You let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off your anxious feelings. "I guess you're right," you replied, your voice shaky. "I just hope I don't do anything embarrassing or say something stupid."
Felix chuckled, his hand still holding yours in a comforting grip. "You won't," he said, his tone confident and sincere. "You're smart, funny, and incredibly kind. My family will see that, just like I do. And even if you do say something stupid, they'll find it endearing, I promise."
You took a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave your body. "Okay," you said, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I trust you. And I'll try to just be myself, like you said."
Felix smiled, a warm and proud expression on his face. "That's my girl," he said, giving your hand another squeeze. "Just be yourself, and everything will be fine. And if you get nervous, just remember that I'll be right there beside you the whole time."
As the car continued down the road, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. With Felix by your side, you knew you could face anything. And deep down, you knew that his family would welcome you with open arms.
You climbed out of the car, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Felix came around to your side of the car and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Ready?" he asked, his voice gentle.
You took a deep breath and nodded, trying to shake off the last few nerves and butterflies that were fluttering around your stomach. "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, summoning a brave smile.
With that, Felix led the way up the path towards the front door, still holding your hand securely in his. He rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, the door opened to reveal his mother, a warm and welcoming smile on her face.
"Felix, you're here!" his mother exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "And you must be Y/n," she said, turning to you with a friendly smile. "We've heard so much about you."
You smiled back, feeling a little bit of the tension dissolve as you took in the warm and welcoming atmosphere. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Lee," you said, hoping your voice wasn't trembling.
"Please, call me Lina," his mother said, her eyes sparkling. "Come in, come in! The rest of the family is in the living room. They've been eager to meet you."
Felix led you into the house, following his mother towards the living room. As you entered the room, you saw a group of people gathered around the fireplace, talking and laughing. They all turned to look at you as you entered, their expressions curious and eager.
Felix introduced you to each person in turn - his sisters, Rachel and Olivia, and his father, Mr. Lee. They all greeted you warmly, expressing their excitement at finally meeting the girl who had captured Felix's heart.
You did your best to keep track of everyone and make small talk, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. But as you spoke to each family member, you could feel the tension melting away. They were all so friendly and welcoming, and it was clear that they loved Felix very much.
As you continued to chat with the family, you noticed how at ease Felix seemed to be. He was laughing and joking with his siblings, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he made sure to include you in the conversation.
After a while, the group moved to the dining room, where a feast was laid out on the table. As you all sat down, Felix took the seat next to you, his hand finding yours again under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"So, Y/n," Rachel said, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Tell us a bit about yourself. Felix has told us some things, but we're eager to hear more from you directly.”
You felt a twinge of nervousness, but you tried to push it aside and focus on the warm and welcoming atmosphere around you. Taking a deep breath, you began to tell the family a bit about yourself - where you grew up, what you studied in school, your hobbies and interests.
They listened intently, asking questions and making comments as you spoke. You noticed how genuinely interested they all seemed in getting to know you, and you felt a warm feeling of acceptance begin to bloom in your chest.
As the dinner continued, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable with Felix's family. They were all so accepting and friendly, and you felt a sense of belonging that you hadn't expected.
After dinner, everyone moved back to the living room. You found yourself sitting next to Felix on the couch. He had his arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
"You're doing great," he murmured into your ear, his voice warm and encouraging. "They all love you. Just like I knew they would."
You smiled, feeling a surge of happiness at his words. You leaned into him, soaking up the warmth and comfort of his presence.
As the evening wore on, you continued to chat and laugh with Felix's family. They regaled you with stories about Felix and his siblings growing up, making you laugh and gasp in all the right places.
Felix was watching you intently the whole time, a warm and affectionate smile on his face. You could see the pride in his eyes as he saw how well you were getting along with everyone, and it made your heart flutter.
As the night wore on, you could feel exhaustion starting to set in. You tried to stiffle a yawn, not wanting to appear rude or disinterested. But Felix noticed, and gave you a knowing side-glance.
"I think we should probably head out soon." Felix said,turning to his family. "Y/n looks like she's starting to fade."
His family nodded in understanding, everyone expressing their own variations of "It was nice to meet you" and "We hope to see you again soon." You thanked them for their warmth and hospitality, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving.
As you said your goodbyes, Felix's mother pulled you into a tight hug, holding you a little bit longer than the rest "Take care of my son," she said, her voice soft. "And make sure he takes care of you too."
You nodded, hugging her back tightly. "I will," you promised feeling a sudden rush of affection for this woman who had taken you into her home and made you feel so welcome.
As you and Felix stepped outside into the cold night air, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. You had survived your first meeting with Felix's family and it had gone even better than you could ever have hoped for.
I would like to remember that this reading was my interpretation about the cards I pulled and the energy I was able to catch from this artist. This is only for entertainment purposes.
Yes or No?: snake, paths, ring
He does groom, just not completely.
It doesn’t look like a fully shaved or hairless style. It feels more like partial grooming! He probably keeps some hair rather than removing everything.
But I see him being dedicated to this work, so no worries☝️😁
There were 6 portraits in general but only these 4 are give-or-take OK.
Day 1. Felix from GQ 2023 + Pencil brush & Gaussian blur. I drew with this brush before and like it well. Gaussian blur makes everything better (monochrome, app. 11-14%), should use it more.
Day 2. Tried Ink pen brush and graphics. This brush appears to be not suitable for graphics and my graphics skills are totally absent, so I deleted the picture.
Day 3. Lee Know from Maniac era 2022 + Watercolor brush & semitransparent Pencil line brush. Found the latter super suitable for tradition watercolor imitation. The background is filled one-stroke watercolor and the details are made with semitransparent wide pencil line.
Day 4. Hyunjin from Maniac era 2022 + Oil brush. Tried to work here "from a spot". It appears to be the most suitable way for me to draw something right as long as it appears I am a painter, not a graphic artist (I'm super unhappy with this fact, I like graphics). The background spots were painted with the simple round brush and then textured by Oil brush.
Day 5. Lee Know from Hollow era 2025 + simple Round brush. I found out that edges of hues could be smoother if blur them like during the work with soft pastel irl. Then I tried to use semitransparent glazing in order to smoothen the edges of hues even more. It works.
Day 6. During Day 3 I found out that Pencil line brush is very suitable for graphics, so I tried to do some graphics once more. The brush is suitable, indeed. I'm not suitable for graphics, alas 😭. So I deleted this picture, too.
