#feliz scenarios

[sugawhaaa]

!!!FELIX SMUT AUDIO!!!

Reminder this is just for pure imagination and is not intended for anything else.

[catiuskaa]

[01:43 am]

SUMMARY: study buddies are always close to each other. Still, exams week is over, so when Felix shows up in your room, a silly UNO game is the go-to for clearing things up… in a meme way.

WC: 2.1k

CW: fluff, fluff, fluff!

A/N: this can be read as a stand-alone or as the second part of my other fic which I'll link here

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knock knock.

“Who’s there?”

“How many people come to your room at this time for you to ask?” he joked, putting a silly smile on your features.

Laughing in a low voice, you opened your room’s door, looking at the silhouette of the slightly taller man before you. He smiled when you opened, eyes almost forming crescent moons, and you chuckled.

“Holy shit, did you stick a fork in the electrical faucet or something? Did you even wash up?” You laughed, looking at the fluffiness of his hair.

Felix laughed as if he had written it, letting a dry “ha ha” leave his lips.

Lips you were trying to avoid looking at, but let’s pretend otherwise.

You let him in, and the silence that filled the room was uncomfortable as if you had stepped on a small LEGO piece that appeared out of nowhere.

You wished to find something to do because, even though at the beginning of whatever these meetings were, they consisted of study sessions for your Korean. However, the tests had finished for both of you, but you kept going to each other's dorms unconsciously.

The freckled Aussie had taken his phone out, and you kept staring at him as if someone had put you on pause.

His mere structure, his position laying on your bed as if the room belonged to him, the small purple LED lights that decorated the space shining on his face along with the blue light of his phone just enough so that his freckles looked like they were glowing… you let out a small, dreamy sight. You shook your head, a tad more nervous than before, as you scanned your room a third time, hoping to find a mutual distraction, considering you’ve watched all the DVDs you had, plus your Netflix account was giving issues… Suddenly, you smiled and rose, not noticing Felix’s brown eyes tracing your poorly illuminated figure with every step you took.

He was a goddam coward, and he insulted himself mentally for taking out his phone, his mind playing images of the classical Grumpy Cat meme staring at his soul, mad at his sins. He just couldn’t show up in your room and do nothing after what happened between you.

Because even though everything seemed fine and you guys’ teasing was still there, how could he even try to ignore that last dance training session you both had? How was he going to pretend that nothing had happened if feeling your lips against his was enough to make him forget not only which was left or right, but also up and down?

Without even realizing it, you both felt a shiver run through your backs, one that screamed at you to cut the tension and do something already.

“Brownie, leave TikTok for a sec and pay attention to me.”

And you took those red and black cards, stuck with a black hair tie, turning around to face him when your gazes locked. You smirked.

“Care for an UNO game?”

It was then when Detective Pikachu wanted to scream his ‘Now it’s getting interesting’, and damn, he was right.

Felix turned off his phone, staring at you as he mentally sipped from his "respect women juice”. You were wearing a hoodie that was probably big enough for both of you to fit in, and there would still be remaining space. Still, he couldn’t think of anything except how cute you looked. While he was at it, Walter White got into his mind Breaking Bad style, saying "You’re goddam right" as he left epically.

Sitting in front of him, you left the cards in the middle as you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows. He took the cards, and you couldn’t help but stare dumbfounded when he put the hair tie in between his lips, tying his hair up, while you didn’t even dare to not think about how good he looked with sleeveless shirts. Larry the Lobster was almost shouting “observe” in your ears, and shit, who were you to disobey Larry the Lobster?

“W-who starts?” you said, snapping out of your bubble called ‘Lee Felix’.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

You nodded and both of you moved your hands forward, feeling a tingly sensation on the palm of your hands, wishing deep down, were the centre of the Earth, the lava and Chan’s healthy sleep schedule where for the other to take the contrary's hand and pull just so the tension could be fucking finished.

After you teased him for losing, he shuffled the cards and gave seven each, leaving the rest in the centre and starting with a green zero.

“Yo, wanna do something kinda stupid?” you smiled, eyeing those two +4 cards, the red skip card and the yellow reverse, the remaining three being a blue seven, a green seven and a red two.

Felix saw the way your eyes started to glow and swallowed the need to say “I’m kinda stupid, do me,” and instead smiled softly, murmuring a low “surprise me” that made you feel chills all over your body as if you had suddenly turned into that meme video where a girl was doing makeup during an earthquake.

“Say, for example. Even though I really can’t choose a favourite one, blue hair really looks good on you, and aside from the damage, it’s quite soft and I really like it,” you mentioned with a small smile that quickly grew on his face too as you settled the green and blue sevens on top of the green zero. “And green, eh… oh, right. During the maniac comeback you wore a green jacket, right? For the M/V?” He blinked, as he didn’t really remember. “I think so. Well, it looked good on you too.”

Feeling blessed, convinced that if he just looked up he could say “Hey God, it’s me again” and He would answer “What’s up my g”, he blushed fiercely, failing to hide his face between his cards, making you giggle softly.

You paid close attention to the pinkish-coloured mess you had turned your… friend?

Damn, guess who’s red now too.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to continue the game like this,” you backed up, your brain screaming ‘abort the mission, soldier’ with a cutesy smile.

Yongbok smiled, relaxing again, setting a blue +2 on the cards you had put. You looked stunned at the freckled boy, the image of that blonde woman crying and screaming to a cat suddenly in your head due to the treason that had been committed.

“So… I really like playing with you… +2…?”

And that was the moment you knew no matter the outcome of the game, if the case happened and he had all the plus cards, you wouldn’t even dare to complain if that meant he would have to say corny things like that for the rest of the play.

The flattering comments followed each card, the +4, +2, and even a wild one, because “I like every one of your colours”, Lee mentioned, which made your intestines churn and turn as Steve Harvey fixed his tie while saying, "Everybody feels better now."

Until you reached that move.

“UNO.”

The alarm clock that rested on the side table signalled 1:43 am in a deep red colour. You had two cards remaining, the +4 you’d kept since the beginning of the play and a yellow reverse. Between the pretty boy in front of you and yourself rested a blue four and you could smile because the win was near.

But Felix had only one card remaining.

You had filled each other to the brim with compliments, so much that if the case had been that they had to be written in paper, you would’ve filled notebooks till the limit. It had ended up being so easy to flatter the person in front, because even what could appear as flaws to one turned out to be the most beautiful qualities to the other’s eyes.

And as the game continued, holding close to your heart that clip where Han screamed “There’s nothing wrong with falling in love” in case you lacked the courage, you dropped the bomb with that card that had been waiting patiently for its moment of glory.

“I have a crush in you.” You let out, letting the +4 fall on the rest of the deck. “UNO.”

Felix couldn’t even hold back his blush at this point. He had been a mess since the game started, and there was only you to blame for it. Ever since the study sessions (and probably earlier, if he thought about it), you had settled on his mind without planning to move, wreaking all in your way. And this game had somehow triggered him, like a sort of… boom. He couldn’t even word it.

With his mind still a blabbering mess, something gave him the impulse. Maybe it was some fucked-up courage that got out for some reason, maybe the lack of sleep, the memes, or perhaps all of it at the same time. Something made him settle that card and that sentence.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all fucking night.”

+4.

Holy Jesus of Mother

Saying you were left speechless would be as dumb as obvious because you were unable to reply. You lifted your gaze from that coloured card that hours ago would’ve meant a death wish and a war declaration but you suddenly had the need of hugging it and read bedtime stories for it every night as a form of gratitude. Settling your eyes on Felix’s tender features, going from his eyes down to his lips just to go back to his brown ones, you settled that reverse on top of it.

In a game with several people, that would’ve lost its meaning, but just between the two of you, it was the spark of consent that the freckled boy needed.

Brutally ignoring the fact that he had lost the game, that he would have to pick up eight cards, none of the two would actually know who threw themselves first, but you could swear that you felt fireworks running up your bloodstream after arriving at the conclusion that the tension around you was as real as it was going to get and that it had remained there since the blue-haired idol entered the room (or even before, if I may) and in the blink of an eye your lips crashed in a small kiss, one that looked more like a way of asking for permission.

“I-i…” Felix stuttered, perplexed, fascinated, feeling like he could suddenly go bungee jumping.

You got closer to the freckled boy in front of you, stopping merely a centimetre away from his face. You could taste the minty flavour of his toothpaste just from the air he was letting out.

“Do that again.”

Not much thinking added, getting bravery from who-knows-where, he took your face in between his hands softly, linking your lips in a way more intense kiss. You felt his touch equally soft and firm, much to differentiate from the last one. You let out a shaky sigh when you felt his tongue brushing your lips. A bit anxious, you let your hands wander through Felix’s body, feeling his smile in the kiss, only for him to grasp your hands tenderly and settle them on his shoulders, breaking the kiss and quickly hiding in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you that if you do something else I really believe you could kill me,” he mentioned against your neck, his breathing tickling you as much as the soft strokes of his hands on your waist.

You laughed teasingly, feeling how he also laughed silently, his chest vibrating under you.

As revenge for making him lose, which he hadn’t totally forgotten yet, he pinned you to the floor, forgetting the cards, the game and how late it was for him to have practice tomorrow and still be awake as he started tickling you and pampering you with kisses because you were finally in his arms.

And when you didn’t care what could happen the following morning or how would you manage to get him out of your room so no one could see him exiting, as it wasn’t something too serious for the members to tell them right away; the fact that he was able to wake up next to you, the realization hit him, knowing that that’s what he wanted his future to be…

+4

And your answer would always be a reverse.

soft hours!

~Kats, who uses UNO as a way of existing, included flirting (just sometimes, with certain someones lol)

[skiiyoomin]

felix with an idol girlfriend??

ღFelix with an idol s/o

ʚContent: gn!reader, swearing, fluff

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Y'all are the sunshine couple!

everyone ADORES you two being together

like it's literally impossible to hate on you

i will never stop saying how Felix is a literal sweetheart, well with you it just multiplies by a million

the way he looks at you is just so hdksfhw

atp there's no point in trying to hide his heart eyes during award shows

it's safe to say the majority of tik tok edits of yall are just clips of Felix giving you heart eyes

but honestly, how can that not make anyone soft

if you're dating publicly, you better bet he's gonna be your hype man

screams the lyrics to your songs and quite literally goes wild when you perform

when he performs he always looks for you in the crowd and sends winks and kisses your way

like get a room 😀

no matter what people say, he is NOT ashamed of expressing how much he truly loves you and nothing haters say will ever make him doubt that

if you aren't public then obviously he'd try to not be as obvious

but honestly, nothing he does can hide how he looks at you

there's so many scandals and theories about you both

but he could care less about them

assuming you're under the same company, he tries to see you as much as possible

at the beginning of your relationship, Chan and his manager would try to stop him, but he speedy af

clings to you A LOT whenever he can

if you're not under the same company, he texts you extremely often

expect to be sent random ass tik toks at the most randoma ass hours

also sends you all the ship edits fans make of you, cause he thinks it's adorable

if either of your schedules allow, you'd spend the night at his dorm or him at yours, just chilling or playing video games

since you can't go out often either way :/

he can tell inmediately if you're feeling down

the solution? his famous brownies :D

but he geniuenly wants you to feel ok and never take to heart the criticism sent your way

you eventually start having an aussie accent

like it's impossible to not end up with an aussie accent

when either of you are on tour, you're on video calls literally all the time

even if it's silent and you're both doing your own thing

but simply being present with each other comforts you both

LOTS of tik toks together

like A LOT

it's so suspicious

listens to your songs on repeat

and watches literally anything you're in

whether it's mvs, interviews, ANYTHING

and then he compliments you saying how amazing and talented you are

the same way he sends random memes and tik toks, he also sends sweet messages that encourage you and make your day 100x better

he's honestly just the sweetest man ever and deserves the whole world :(

he's the best bofie in the world

even if you both being idols can be hard sometimes, you both push forward no matter what

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Masked Dream *Rewrite*

Summary: Felix transmigrates into a world where he falls in love with queen!reader but tragically has to say goodbye when he decides to go back home

Notes: remake of my fantasy au (in hopes that this one makes more sense)

Warnings: angsty

The masquerade ball that was held in your palace that evening kept you busy enough that you didn't dwell in your thoughts. Though, the ache of the goodbyes you previously shared with your lover was hammering against your heart, making it difficult to enjoy the event. You could only sit atop your golden throne, searching the ballroom for a familiar pair of eyes among the masked faces.

As the Queen, you held a ball annually to keep up with the demands of the nobility beneath you. To show your support of both them and the commoners, you opened the palace one day a year so both can intermingle freely. However, because of a certain someone, things had begun to change. Little by little he started to pick apart the structure of the life you'd grown accustomed to, opening your eyes far more clearly than they'd ever been. It started off with small things like changing the kingdom's latest fashion trends to giving a new spark to the music. Now, all that he changed became a new tradition to share even at the ball, and he wasn't there to experience it.

Your attention briefly wandered off when the musicians started to play a melody that man taught them. It was a different style of music that the people of your kingdom were beginning to become accustomed to due to your lover's influence. The man you fell so deeply in love with had such an impact on your way of life, just by telling the stories about his hometown. He'd gush about his family and the memories he shared with all of them, and every time it seemed as if he would grow farther and farther away from you. As if he was from a whole other world, changing yours all the while.

You recalled his confession he one day blurted out to you, about his hometown. How he knew deep down inside that he wasn't supposed to be here. You never realized that meant wherever he belonged was too far from you. When he finally decided to part ways, the goodbye had caused far too much pain in your heart. Now you were at a ball, longingly staring at the people before you in hopes he changed his mind. In hopes he wanted to stay.

Suddenly, your eyes met his. The black, smoothly designed mask covered the top half of his face, but you could recognize those brown eyes anywhere. Surprised by his presence, you leaned forward on your throne to get a better look. You felt as if it was a trick of the light, seeing him standing in the crowd. But it only lasted a second before he drifted out the back doors to the garden, slipping away quietly.

The rush of adrenaline filled your body as you quickly gathered a handful of your gown in your grasp, racing down the stairs from your chair and through the ballroom. You squeezed past everyone dancing, following your lover's path out the balcony doors and into the garden. The cold air nipped harshly at your skin as you ran, never once looking back.

When you rounded the corner of tall bushes, you saw Felix sitting on a stone bench waiting for you. You cautiously walked to him, watching as he removed the black mask to spare a sad smile for you. He patted the other end of the bench, encouraging you to join him.

"Why have you come back?" You asked him breathlessly, feeling hesitant to even question it. You felt the flame in your heart bursting through your chest just by looking at him, reminding you of those pitiful goodbyes you had already shared.

Felix turned his legs toward you, reaching a hand to your own to place in his lap. "My dearest love," he spoke softly. His left hand moved to caress the side of your face. "I don't have much time left to explain this. Will you listen?"

"Why must you hurt me more?" Your voice was soft as you watched him stand. He offered his hand to you once more, helping you stand before him. He placed a tender hand on your cheek, watching you lean into the warmth of his palm.

"Would you grant me a dance before I confess my troubles?" The weak smile he managed put your heart in more pain than you could ever admit. Still, you were only able to accept his request.

"If this is the last thing you'll ever ask of me, then I have no choice but to listen," you whispered, following his lead as he began to dance. It wasn't the proper ball dance you were used to seeing---no, it was something new that he taught you. He brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, his own hands finding their place on your waist. Slowly he began to sway you back and forth, your feet barely grazing across the stone pathway.

The intimate position made you long for the moment to last forever. The way his deep brown eyes gazed into your own, so many thoughts swirling behind them. He had reached a hand to the loose tendrils of your hair that fell from the tight hairstyle, tucking it behind your ear in a way that was far too sweet for you to bear. Your own hand found its way to the back of his hair, the soft bunch of hair gliding through your fingers as you played with it.

All too soon the quiet hum of music from inside the palace became silent as the song ended. Even more so than before, you could feel your heart beating harshly against your chest. You began to count the beats to ensure they were regular. You quickly turned away from Felix.

"My Queen," he whispered, maneuvering himself to remove the purple mask from your eyes, gently placing it on the bench. "There are so many things I must explain, like who I am and where I come from, but I don't have much time left."

You swallowed the horrible sadness that began to build in the back of your throat. "You do not need to tell me anything anymore-"

"No," he cut you off, shaking his head. "This is something I must do before I live to regret it." His tone was desperate and it twisted part of your already aching heart.

Having no other choice, you finally agree to hear him out. "If you feel so strongly about this, I will listen."

"I want you to know that everything we have felt together has been real. My love for you, my actions, my words---all have been true. Real. But I'm afraid, that is not the case for you."

Felix's voice was cracking. The tears began to well up in his eyes as he gazed so lovingly at you. You frowned at his demeanor, suddenly feeling uneasy. "I don't understand," you said quietly. "I have always been true to you. I have always been honest with my love for you."

Nodding, he breathed out heavily, "I know. And I will always remember you for that. But I have realized now the truth that I have been missing. It is not I who is from another world, but you. You are not real. You are a figment of my own imagination, and will be gone when I go back."

You were astonished, mouth parting slightly in confusion as you stared at him. The tears began to pour down his cheeks like a river stream. You wanted to reassure him. You wanted to wipe away those fretful tears and beg him to come to his senses, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

"I am so sorry," he cried out.

"Felix," you tried to call his name after a moment. "Please, I don't understand what you are trying to say to me. Why must you cry so terribly? Your tears are breaking my heart."

He shook his head now, turning so he didn't meet your gaze as his sobs resounded in your ears. You were feeling panicked at his strange and sudden confession. The unease didn't settle as you watched him cry to himself, never taking the chance to explain any further.

What he told you didn't make sense. Felix appeared out of thin air, crashing into your life and spiralling out like a storm. He turned your entire life upside down, made you long for someone like you never had before, and he chose to leave to go back home. Now he stood before you, telling you that it wasn't he who was a dream, but you.

"I should have known better," he whispered into the cold night air, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours again. "Someone as perfect as you couldn't possibly exist."

When Felix opened his eyes again, you were gone. His eyes met the inner walls of his apartment instead and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. The feeling of your body against his was still vividly there as he wrapped his own arms around his chest, almost as if to savor it. The tears were still falling, the only real part that followed him back from the dream.

"I loved you."

[adachicuto]

fall with felix

warning: food mentions

making different fall-themed pancakes every other day during the week and even though they would all be delicious, the cinnamon-flavored pancakes would be the clear winner for both of you

visiting jeongin often because of his puppy lol and enjoying the weather on your way there. being the sweetheart that he is, felix would buy fall-themed toys for the puppy and would be so proud when the puppy would love them

lots of baking like the tiktok trend cookies where you put the halloween sugar cookies in the center of the chocolate cookie dough. and you make pumpkin cupcakes together which would turn out way better than either of you would expect

sharing what you're thankful for every morning and night. even though you can definitely do this any time of the year, doing this during the fall would feel a lot different since the end of the year is approaching fast and it would help you both reflect on everything

buying snacks and little gifts for minho as thanks for making that amazing stew for everyone and of course you would help felix make brownies to give to everyone

donating any clothes you no longer want and you would spend your weekends helping out at the local shelter and the smiles on the people's faces would make both of you feel a sense of warmth

watching foggy sunrises with mugs of your favorite warm drinks and cuddling on the couch for hours after. you'd end up spending the day doing pretty much nothing but it would be a really relaxing day for both of you

on the way to the hiking trail, felix would be in charge of the playlist and it would be full of songs that fit the fall mood but there would be some stray kids songs thrown in there to boost your energy

going on nightly walks to get dessert or snacks and a warm drink and you would stop for a few minutes to just look at the stars and felix would pull you into a sweet hug

watching the fireplace channel at the end of every night as you'd talk about your days and share your plans for the rest of the week and you would both probably end up dozing off throughout the conversation

changing up the decor in your apartment and putting up led lights and buying fall-themed candles to make it feel even cozier and coming home at the end of the day would make both of you happy due to the overall feel of your apartment

fall with felix would be very cozy and sweet because his presence just has a way of making you feel comfortable and a little lighter. so being around him during the season would be very good for you

[bonobonoyaatheart]

Night Walk - Lee Felix

Summary: You take your new neighbour, Felix on a night walk. But it turns out into something more.

Genre: FIuff, romance

Pairing : Idol wannabe Felix x gn Reader

Word count: 1631

In the quiet neighborhood of your small town, a new family moved in next door. Among them was Felix Lee, a charismatic and enigmatic young man. Curiosity piqued, you eagerly anticipated the dinner your parents organized to welcome the newcomers. As the evening approached, you couldn't help but wonder what this new neighbor would be like.

The evening arrived, and the fragrant aroma of home-cooked meals filled the air. The table was set with care, and your family anxiously awaited the arrival of the Lees. Soon enough, the doorbell rang, and you opened the door to find Lix standing there, a warm smile lighting up his face.

"Hi, Lix! Welcome to the neighborhood. Come on in," you greeted, feeling a sense of excitement as you ushered him inside.

"Thanks! I'm excited to meet everyone. Your house looks great," Felix replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings with genuine interest.

Throughout the dinner, conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself engaged in a lively exchange with Felix.

"So, Lix, what brings your family to our little town?" you asked, genuinely curious about his background.

"My dad got a job transfer, and we decided to make a fresh start here. It's quite a change from the busy city we used to live in," Felix explained, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia.

As the meal progressed, you discovered shared interests and passions.

"I've always dreamed of attending college in the city. What about you, Felix? What are your plans?" you inquired, eager to learn more about his aspirations.

"I've actually already graduated from college. I studied music, and now I'm hoping to pursue a career in the industry. Music has always been my passion," Felix revealed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

The more you talked, the deeper your connection grew.

"What was your old town like? Any memorable experiences?" you asked, genuinely interested in his past.

"Oh, there were so many! The music scene was vibrant, and I had the chance to perform at some local venues. It was an incredible experience," Felix shared, his voice filled with fondness for his previous home.

As the dinner came to an end, you felt a natural bond with Felix. The conversation had flowed effortlessly, and you found yourself wanting to spend more time with him.

"Hey, Lix, the night is young. Would you like to take a walk with me? I can show you around our town," you suggested, a tinge of excitement lacing your words.

"I'd love to! Lead the way," Felix responded, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

As you strolled through the town, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Felix. The night air was filled with a sense of excitement and curiosity.

"So, Felix, what do you enjoy doing in your free time besides music?" you asked, genuinely curious about his hobbies.

Felix smiled, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Well, I'm a bit of a movie buff," he confessed. "I love watching all kinds of films, from classics to the latest releases. How about you?"

A playful grin spread across your face as you shared a common interest. "Oh, I enjoy watching movies too! Any recommendations for me?" you asked, eager to discover new films.

The conversation smoothly transitioned to the topic of movie marathons with friends. You reminisced about the fun times spent staying up all night, indulging in popcorn, and laughing at the cheesy rom-coms.

"Speaking of movies, have you ever had a movie marathon with friends?" you inquired, a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

Felix's eyes sparkled with fond memories. "Absolutely! It's so much fun to gather with friends, binge-watch our favorite films, and just enjoy each other's company," he replied. "Have you had any memorable movie nights?"

You chuckled, recalling a particularly entertaining movie night. "Oh, definitely! I remember one time we stayed up all night watching a series of cheesy rom-coms. It was a blast," you shared, a smile tugging at your lips.

The conversation meandered towards the topic of love and attraction. You found yourselves discussing the concept of love at first sight.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" you asked, genuinely curious about Felix's perspective.

Felix pondered for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Hmm, it's an interesting concept," he mused. "I think it's more about a strong initial attraction that can develop into something deeper over time. What are your thoughts on it?"

You considered his words carefully. "I'm a bit skeptical about love at first sight," you admitted. "But I do believe in those magical moments where you meet someone and feel an instant connection."

The conversation took a turn towards crushes and the nervousness that comes with expressing your feelings.

"Have you ever had a crush on someone but didn't know how to approach them?" you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Felix nodded, a knowing smile on his face. "Oh, definitely! It's nerve-wracking when you have feelings for someone but don't know how they feel about you," he confessed. "Have you ever been in that situation?"

You chuckled softly, reminiscing about your own experiences. "Yeah, it can be quite intimidating," you admitted. "I remember being too shy to make a move, but eventually, we ended up becoming good friends.

As you and Felix continued your leisurely stroll through the town, the conversation flowed easily between you. You chatted about college life, your dreams, and the experiences that shaped you. The night wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, creating an atmosphere of intimacy that allowed you both to open up to each other.

Amidst the laughter and sharing, Felix asked with a curious glint in his eyes, "So, tell me, what's something you've never experienced before? Something you've always wanted to do but haven't had the chance to?"

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding as you considered your answer. "Well, um, I've never had my first kiss," you admitted, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise, but there was no judgment in his expression, only genuine interest. "Really? Never?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

You nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief at sharing this secret with him. "Yeah, never. I guess it just hasn't happened yet," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes softening. "Well, in that case, how about I offer to be your first kiss?" he said with a flirty grin.

Your heart skipped a beat at his bold suggestion. You weren't sure how to respond, the mix of emotions swirling within you leaving you speechless.

Felix chuckled lightly, sensing your hesitation. "Hey, no pressure," he reassured you. "I just thought it could be something special, you know? If you're comfortable with it, of course."

You appreciated his understanding and the way he respected your boundaries. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up the courage to respond. "I... I appreciate the offer," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. "It's just... I've always imagined my first kiss to be meaningful, with someone I really care about."

Felix's expression softened, and he reached out to gently take your hand in his. "I understand," he said softly. "And I promise, if you decide to share that moment with me, it will be meaningful. I wouldn't want it any other way."

His sincerity and warmth touched you deeply, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to share your first kiss with him. The thought both excited and terrified you, but the connection you felt with Felix made it all the more enticing.

In that moment, as the moon bathed you both in its soft glow, you took a leap of faith. With a small smile and a newfound courage, you looked into Felix's eyes and whispered, "I think I'd like to have my first kiss with you."

The world around you seemed to fade away as he closed the remaining distance between you. As Felix's lips met yours, it felt like an electric shock running through your body. The kiss was initially just a gentle brush of lips; but soon it turned into a passionate and intimate connection that left you breathless. His lips were firm and insistent, molding perfectly against yours as if they were made to fit together.

You lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. You could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, creating an intoxicating sensation. The kiss deepened, and your heart raced with anticipation and desire.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn't get enough of you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as if he was your lifeline. It was a moment of vulnerability, trust, and an overwhelming feeling of being wanted.

The taste of him was sweet, a flavor that became addictive with each passing second seemed to stand still as you explored each other's mouths, tongues moving in a sensual rhythm. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying a longing and connection that words couldn't express.

When you finally broke apart, your breaths heavy and your lips tingling, a shared gaze held the unspoken promise of something extraordinary. The world around you came back into focus, but you knew deep within that this kiss had changed everything.

As you continued your walk, hand in hand, a sense of exhilaration and contentment washed over you. The night sky, adorned with shimmering stars, seemed to celebrate your newfound connection. It was a kiss that marked the beginning of a beautiful journey, where the stars themselves bore witness to the love that had ignited between you.

You knew it had to be much more than a first kiss now......

A/N: Reblog and share if you like, and let me know what you think about this!

[wileys-russo]

the one where the kids go bowling II barça femeni

part of the 'pollito' universe, stuck tiny silver flash the one where the kids go bowling II barça femeni

"-and you will message me once you finish up and get to jana's, sí?" you pushed off alexia's hands which fixed your necklace so the clasp wasn't showing with a huff.

"sí ale! por favor can i go now?" you groaned, hovering by the door with an overnight bag in hand feeling like a little kid going to a sleepover as alexia fussed over you.

it was jana's birthday and she'd invited a few of the younger girls to go bowling and out to dinner, offering for you to spend the night at hers with bruna and ona which you'd happily accepted.

with all of the girls backing you up and promising to keep an eye out for you and vicky, the captains had no choice but to agree though you knew you largely had patri to thank for that who shockingly had been the voice of reason in the scenario.

"sí, enjoy yourself but do not do anything i wouldn't do nena!" the older girl warned as you heard olga snicker from the sofa and you leaned around alexia to shoot her a grin which she returned with a wink, mouthing for you to have fun.

"don't listen to her! bad influence." alexia tutted ushering you out the door and glaring playfully at her girlfriend over her shoulder who blew her a kiss and turned back to typing away at her laptop perched on her knees.

"alexia!" you whined as she grabbed the back of your jacket to stop you racing off, following after you to bruna's car who paled at the sight of her captain gesturing for her to roll down the window which she did.

you managed to tug yourself free of the catalans iron grip, slipping into the backseat beside ona. "hola alexia." bruna swallowed nervously as the corner of the older girls mouth tugged upward a little in amusement.

"feliz cumpleaños superestrella!" bruna sighed in relief and loosened her grip on the steering wheel as alexia's stern facade melted and she gave jana a dazzling grin where she sat in the passenger seat.

"gracias ale." jana returned the grin gratefully. "no invite for me to come bowling? the disrespect for your captain chica's." alexia tutted, pushing away from the car with a wink.

"no abuela's allowed!" you called from the back with a grin, smacking bruna on the shoulder and ordering her to drive as alexia shot you a glare and opened her mouth to respond, bruna pulling out quickly from the curb before she could do.

"if she makes us run extra laps for your mouth pollito i'm gonna kill you!"

~

"hola mis chicas!" you launched yourself into the middle of the small group of girls who'd already arrived and were sat in the booth by your designated lane, groans of pain greeting you where you'd landed on them, shoved to the side as ona bonked you on the head with your bowling shoes and handed them over.

you let out a yell as no sooner did you bend down to lace them up a body slammed into you nearly taking you off the bright blue leather lounge entirely.

"lópez!" you shoved her back, the two of you wrestling around for a moment before salma stepped in to break it up and sent vicky off for her turn.

"you know you are supposed to knock the pins over bru, sí?" you teased as the girl bowled a zero and stomped back to the lounges with a scowl.

"sí its not like golf bruna, lowest score loses not wins!" jana added on sitting down beside you with a smirk as bruna flipped you both off and sat down herself with a huff.

you all cheered as vicky bowled a strike, taking a photo for your social media and squealing as janas hand moved to brush the back of your neck as she set something down behind you.

"why is your hand so cold! dios mío." you cringed at the icy tips of her fingers as jana laughed and prodded at you. "this is yours." jana tapped one of the bright red slushees she'd put down and poked your cheek before getting up to take her turn.

what she failed to mention was the utter importance that you drank only the slushee which was yours.

but too busy laughing at your friends woeful attempts at bowling you grabbed jana's without realising, frowning a little at the odd taste but unsure what flavour it really was you paid it no mind, sticking your bright red tongue out at vicky who giggled and did the same.

vicky was also too busy laughing at ona who routinely bowled gutter ball after gutter ball and swore so much that a mother on the lane over came and gave her a talking to about family friendly language, the older girl going bright red and stammering out an apology.

what your friends failed to mention was why it was so important the two of you drank the slushees that were given to you, and that was that on a perhaps poorly minded decision the older girls had snuck in a flask of vodka and spiked their slushees.

not enough to get them drunk of course just...a little pleasantly buzzed.

but with you and vicky having little to no experiences drinking, the small amount of alcohol had gone right to your heads though neither of you had tweaked the reality of your situation just yet.

which is why you weren't sure what was so funny as you stood to take your turn to bowl, or why your fingertips suddenly felt weird and your legs a little tingly, or why you couldn't work out which lane you were supposed to bowl in given you had to squint to narrow it down from three to one.

"apresúrate pequeña we have dinner reservations at eight!" jana groaned impatiently, tapping her foot with a roll of her eyes as you closed one of yours to try and stop the lanes from moving.

giving it your best go you wound up and let go of the ball, tripping over your own feet and crashing to the ground with a thump as the ball sailed up and over the gutters, landing in the lane of the group beside you who jumped in shock.

you felt hands on your body trying to help you up an voices muffled like your head was underwater but their faces were a blur and all you could do was giggle, poking at the weird blobs in front of you as a warmth spread through your body and you let out a loud and sudden peal of laughter.

"is she..." salma trailed off with wide eyes at bruna who was on your other side helping you up. "no. she can't be? hers and vickys didn't have anything in them, we made sure." bruna denied with a firm shake of her head though as vicky fell off the edge of the lounge with a giggle her certainty faded.

"what is wrong with them?" esme asked worriedly, helping vicky up as you were sat back down and went limp, closing your eyes and giggling to yourself at nothing, enjoying the feeling of the warmth sitting comfortably now in your rosy red cheeks.

with the other girls distracted arguing over who spiked what you sat up and grabbed your slushee, downing the last few mouthfuls as your elbow brushed jana's side and she turned.

"aye pollito no!" the birthday girl groaned snatching the now empty cup from your hand, vicky already having finished her own as she tried to stand up to take her turn and promptly fell right back down nearly into emse's lap.

"sniff that bruna. idiota i told you this was a bad idea!" jana seethed smacking the younger girl across the back of the head and shoving your empty slushee cup in her face which indeed smelled like vodka, esme doing the same to vickys which was the same story.

"me? this was your idea amiga its your birthday!" bruna scoffed as the two began to bicker, ona trying her best to break it up as you took the opportunity of them being distracted to sneak off, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to run away.

knocking your knee against vickys she shared your grin, the two of you dropping to your knees and crawling away to the booth beside your own lane, grabbing one anothers hands with a giggle and racing off.

"hey vuelve aquí!" salma noticed the back of your heads race off and yelled out, yanking the others up as ona stayed back to reset the lanes so you could all leave.

you and vicky didn't make it far, tripping over your own feet and grabbing out for her to steady you, instead accidentally pulling her down to the ground with you as the two of you collapsed into a pile of giggles and hiccups.

bruna apologizing quickly to the staff who wandered over to check everything was okay jana and esme hauled you up as salma grabbed vicky, ona joining her as the group made their way out of the bowling alley.

"mierda i don't feel good." vicky mumbled and salma barely turned before the younger girl threw up the entire contents of her stomach onto the asphalt, bright red bile pouring from her mouth as everyone cringed and you took the brief moment to again run off.

"chica no!" jana moaned in annoyance dragging her hands down her face, her and bruna racing off after you as the others hung back to look after vicky.

"can't catch me chica's!" you sang out with a wild grin, racing between parked cars and ducking and weaving your way to escape the two older girls chasing you down.

"i don't think we're making that dinner reservation amiga." bruna doubled over trying to catch her breath as jana just missed you, groaning tiredly as you took off again with a joyous whoop but then suddenly you stopped, careering over and vomiting up your own bright red bile making them wince in disgust.

"we need back up, now."

~

when mapi had seen jana's name and number flash on her screen she'd frowned, assuming it was just an accidental call and letting it ring out, returning to the crossword on the table in front of her.

but when it rang again curiosity got the better of her and she clicked accept and tucked it into her shoulder. "hola jana? está todo bien?" mapi had questioned with a frown.

"vale vale slow down chica, she is what?" ingrid looked up at this, sitting up from where she'd been sprawled out across their lounge reading a book, sending her girlfriend a curious look whose frown deepend.

"vale. have you called alexia? oh, i see. sí message me the address and i will leave now amiga, get them some water, small sips." mapi sighed, sending ingrid an odd look as the norwegian snapped her book shut and pushed up to her feet as mapi uttered a few more words and hung up the phone. "whats wrong amor?" ingrid asked as mapi tucked her phone into her pocket with a sigh.

"believe me mi vida, you do not want to know."

~

jana could have cried in relief when she saw mapi's car pull up, the girl parking and making her way over as bruna rubbed your back and vicky was slumped into salma mumbling nonsense with a giggle every now and then, both of you having spent the last ten minutes voilently throwing up until there was nothing at all left in your stomachs.

"what happened?" the older girl sighed at the sight in front of her, wincing as all of the girls launched off with their own recall of events. "mi dios chicas, one at a time! bruna, go." mapi rubbed her temples and waved as everyone fell silent bar yours and vickys giggles.

"we didn't mean to mapi, promesa. we just wanted to have a little fun and we only put the alcohol in our drinks. but they got mixed up and they both ended up drinking the spiked ones and now they're drunk." bruna winced at the dissapointed sigh that came from the defender stood in front of her.

"i will take pollito home and she will stay with ingrid and i. who is looking after vicky? should i call patri?" mapi asked with a raised eyebrow as a chorus of no's rang out, nobody wanting to involve any of the captains.

"she will stay with me, esme is too." salma confirmed as mapi nodded, wincing as the girl in question lurched forward and threw up again. "you might want to take a bag in the car with you." the older girl suggested pulling a face as everyone got to their feet.

"vamos pequeña, up we get!" mapi grunted grabbing your hands and pulling you to stand as you giggled and your legs gave out, jana steadying you on your other side as she and bruna helped walk you to mapi's car.

"we really are sorry mapi, it was a complete accident." bruna blushed bright red as you were buckled into the back seat and mapi slid into the drivers seat and lowered her window.

"you did the right thing by calling me amiga's. but this stays between all of us, nobody else in the team will ever never know this happened or i was here. vale?" mapi warned sternly as both younger girls nodded hastily making the defender soften and chuckle a little.

"feliz cumpleaños jana, i do not think this is a birthday you will forget anytime soon mi amiga."

~

"oh dios mío pequeña, stay still!" mapi groaned, grabbing the collar of your shirt as you tried to race off again, the car ride seemingly recharging your battery as you were giggling and babbling nonsense the entire elevator ride up.

hearing her voice on the other side of the door ingrid hurried to pull it open as mapi wrestled to get her keys from your grip where you'd snatched them.

"liten!" ingrid gasped as mapi pushed you inside her apartment and you tripped over your own feet tumbling to the floor and sprawling out on the hardwood giggling to yourself.

"is she-" ingrid realised offering you a hand up which you battered away as you rambled something inaudible in spanish and covered your face with your hands, body shaking with laughter.

"drunk? sí." mapi sighed watching you with a shake of her head before catching ingrid up on the nights events which had lead up to this. "alexia is going to flip." ingrid whistled knowingly, mapi cursing as your leg lashed out to kick her in the shin and you laughed.

"el diablo." the defender huffed, ingrid gently pushing her back as she went to advance on you, your usual love language which would have meant mapi kicking you back hardly appropriate right now.

"alexia will not know, i already messaged her from pollitos phone saying she arrived to jana's. she is a good kid, this is the first time anything like this has happened and really it was an accident." mapi sighed, a small smile curling onto her lips as you spotted bagheera wandering out of the bedroom and gasped crawling across to him on your elbows.

"maríaaa!" you sang out suddenly breaking the two older girls out of their conversation. "sí pequeña?" mapi sighed with a smile of amusement, shaking her head at the way bagheera had settled himself on your chest.

"i'm hungry make me food." you demanded, giggling at nothing as your fingers felt tingly and you ran them through bagheeras soft fur. "what have you eaten today kjære?" ingrid interrupted before mapi could.

"i made avocado toast and eggs this morning but we-oh we were supposed to go to dinner! its janas birthday!" you clapped excitedly and sat up, scaring bagheera who jumped about a foot in the air and scurried off back to the bedroom.

"they'll be picking me up soon-oh mierda!" you swore as you tried to stand and the room span, sending you tumbling right back down onto your ass with a groan of pain followed by a fit of laughter.

"vamos estúpido, we need you in one piece por favor." mapi chuckled moving to help you up, slinging your arm over her shoulder and maneuvering you to lay down on the sofa as ingrid started to make you some toast.

"maps...the room is spinning make it stop!" you whined covering your face as the defender patted you on the head with a smile. "sí pollito, you are drunk. remember this feeling the next time someone ever offers you a drink!" mapi chuckled and you let out a deep sigh, removing your hands and rubbing your eyes furiously.

"i'm not drunk!" you scoffed once the room stopped spinning, wiggling your toes which felt all tingly and electric. "sí mi amiga you are, do you remember the red drink from bowling?" mapi asked gently and you looked at her like she had three heads.

"i haven't been bowling! i tried to go and you manhandled me onto the lounge and now my legs won't work. are they broken?" you began to panic as the pins and needles spread and your eyes widened.

"no idiota, they're not broken." mapi laughed, moving to massage your knees as you sighed in relief and ingrid chuckled from the kitchen.

"maría." you started as mapi hummed still massaging some feeling back into your tingly legs. "i love you, so much." you sobbed out, mapi's head whipping sideways in shock as you started to cry.

"i know we fight and mess around but you're like a big sister to me and i love you so much!" you sobbed out, sitting up and throwing your arms around her neck as the defender bit down on her lip to stop from laughing, rubbing at your back.

"i think we've moved through the stages. from giggling, throwing up, running away, falling over to sappy mess." mapi spoke to ingrid as you cried into her shoulder and the norweigan set down a plate of toast on the coffee table.

"ingrid!" you sobbed letting go of mapi and opening your arms as the brunette stifled a laugh herself and allowed you to wrap her in a tight hug. "i love you both so-oh toast!" you spotted the plate behind their backs and wiggled free reaching out for it.

"imbécil." mapi mumbled with a chuckle as you munched away happily, eyes beginning to droop with each minute that passed as your giggles returned, both girls sitting beside you on the lounge as ingrid clicked the tv on.

"so...vamos whose dropping me to bowling?"

[flan-tasma]

With a Baby! (Neuvilette x Fem!Reader)

💖~ Hey, I'm back!

Yeh, I'm not dead, I just disappeared a lot.

Warning: Nope now💖, light spicy at point three, Female Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Neuvilette ha pensado antes en tener una familia contigo, siempre que te comportas tan bonita como siempre con él, cuando cuidas de alguna Melusine que encuentran en el camino a casa o cuando haces cosas tan normales como preparar algo de comer. Siempre piensa en ti como una madre fabulosa.

La idea de que seas una figura cariñosa con posibles hijos suyos pasa desde los escenarios más dulces y adorables, verte cargando a un pequeñito parecido a él y llamándolo tu amor, levantarse y verte arrullar a una niñita con sus ojos. Está en las nubes cada que lo imagina.

Luego todo lo dulce se va filtrando a la necesidad de que tengas a sus hijos, la necesidad de verte con el vientre abultado por su escencia, la necesidad de criarte. Y eso es exactamente lo que hace.

Luego de que logran tener un descendiente, creo que Neuvillette tiene problemas a la hora de llamarlo. Le dices que es un bebé y él dice que es una cría, con el tiempo aprende a llamarlo bebé, pero sigue susurrando que es una pequeña cría formándose en el vientre de su mamá, todo mientras acaricia tu estómago.

Durante el embarazo se vuelve muy sobreprotector. No quiere que te muevas mucho y te canses, no tienes que levantarte a cocinar porque puedes quedarte, no debes agacharte, él recogerá lo que tiraste o te conseguirá otro. Solo no quiere que te hagas daño.

Definitivamente hace una especie de nido con ropa vieja y cómoda, almohadas y deja alguna piedra brillante porque brilla y cree que te gustará.

Sigue preguntándose si pondrás un huevo o no, solo espera que no te duela mucho. Se prepara mucho para dar la bienvenida al pequeño nuevo ser que tendrá su sangre, ya eligieron un nombre, ropa y juguetes divertidos.

Estuvo muy enfocado en decorar la habitación del bebé, quería que los colores le dieran paz y que le gustara su habitación.

Cuando el bebé nace, casi está rezando a todas las deidades que conoce o conoció porque no quiere que sufras, pero se calma cuando le dicen que todo está bien y que el parto está llendo con naturalidad.

¡Felicidades, tienen un adorable bebé! Al inicio puede ser extraño, tal vez incómodo y doloroso, pero hey, estás dando a luz a un dragón.

Literalmente un dragón, largo y escamoso, con pelo muy corto y casi inexistente. Parece un pequeño perrito, pero Neuvilette dice que es normal, aprenderá a tomar forma humana cuando crezca.

Lleva al bebé y a su pareja a casa y los hace descansar mientras se toma su tiempo analizando al drahoncito que tiene en brazos, cómo se retuerce entre sus brazos y cómo su respiración se siente en su mano. Está casi llorando y lo sabes porque algunas gotitas empiezan a resbalarse por la ventana.

Está muy feliz, abraza a la cría y lo acurruca en su pecho, dándole calor, recordándole que su papá estaba con él. Que nunca estaría solo, siempre tendría a alguien que cuide de él.

Cuando pasa un tiempo y el pequeño ya abre los ojos, Neuvilette está decidido. Te mira con toda la seriedad del mundo y te pide dos o tres crías más. Quiere una camada.

English:

Neuvilette has thought about having a family with you before, whenever you behave as nice as ever with him, when you take care of some Melusine you meet on the way home or when you do things as normal as preparing something to eat. He always thinks of you as a fabulous mother.

The idea that you are a loving figure with possible children of his comes from the sweetest and most adorable scenarios, seeing you holding a little boy who looks like him and calling him your love, getting up and seeing you cooing at a little girl with his eyes. He is in the clouds every time he imagines it.

Then everything sweet filters into the need for you to have his children, the need to see yourself with a bulging belly due to his essence, the need to breed you. And that's exactly what he does.

After you manage to have an offspring, I think Neuvillette has problems calling the baby. You tell him it's a baby and he says it's a offspring, eventually he learns to call it a baby, but he keeps whispering that it's a little baby growing in his mother's belly, all while caressing your stomach.

During pregnancy he becomes very overprotective. He doesn't want you to move a lot and get tired, you don't have to get up to cook because you can stay, you don't have to bend over, he will pick up what you threw away or get you another one. He just doesn't want you to get hurt.

He definitely makes a kind of nest with old and comfortable clothes, pillows and leaves some shiny stones because it's shines and he thinks you will like it.

He keeps wondering if you'll lay an egg or not, he just hopes it doesn't hurt too much. He prepares a lot to welcome the little new being that will have his blood, you have already chosen a name, clothes and fun toys.

He was very focused on decorating the baby's room, he wanted the colors to give them peace and he wanted them to like their room.

When the baby is born, he is almost praying to all the deities he knows or knew because he doesn't want you to suffer, but he calms down when the doctor tell him that everything is fine and that the birth is going naturally.

Congratulations, you have an adorable baby At first it may be strange, maybe uncomfortable and painful, but hey, you are giving birth to a dragon.

Literally a dragon, long and scaly, with very short and almost non-existent hair. He looks like a small dog, but Neuvilette says it's normal, he will learn to take human form when he grows up.

He takes the baby and his partner home and makes them rest while he takes his time analyzing the little dragon in his arms, how he squirms in his arms and how his breath feels on his hand. He is almost crying and you know it because some droplets start to slide down the window.

He is very happy, hugs the baby and snuggles it into his chest, giving it warmth, reminding him that his father was with him. That he would never be alone, he would always have someone to take care of him.

When some time passes and the little one opens his eyes, Neuvilette is determined. He looks at you with all the seriousness in the world and asks for two or three more offsprings. He wants a brood.

[vscabarca]

birthday cake - pablo gavi

summary: gavi surprises you with a cake on your birthday

genre: fluff

———

March second. One of Gavi‘s favorite days of the year.

You, his girlfriend, turned nineteen and the sweet boyfriend he is he wanted to surprise you with a special gift.

Due to his injury Gavi had enough time to stand in his kitchen, wearing an apron full with flour, trying to understand the cake recipe he looked at.

After you were woken up by loads of kisses and a overly excited Gavi wishing you a happy birthday, you had to leave to go to uni. You would’ve rather stayed with him, lazily laying around in his arms and do nothing. To your luck your lessons only went until noon and you could spend the rest of the day with him and your family, celebrating the birthday.

Gavi had never been a great cook, trying nevertheless to put the smile on your face he loved so much.

There were eggshells lying around on the counter, sugar and baking soda were spilled everywhere. It just looked like a three year old had a bake off without his mother.

Gavi hummed along the music playing from his jbl box, then tasted the batter with his fingers, nodding approvingly.

He let the oven heat up, waiting patiently to put the tray inside.

Funnily enough, Gavi couldn’t deny to feel proud of baking this cake, even if he just bought a simple cake mix.

The clock dinged, indicating he could put the cake inside the oven. Just as Gavi put it inside, the door of his house opened and you walked into the kitchen.

Your laughter echoed through his kitchen, making Gavi turn on his heels to face you.

„What are you doing?“

„Why are you already home?“

You both spoke at the same time, giggling at the other person.

You eyed your boyfriend up and down quickly, loving how he looked in his outfit. Flour was not only on his apron but also on his cheek.

„You look like a real chef.“ You exclaimed, walking around the kitchen island to embrace him in a hug.

Gavi grew shy, a blush creeping across his face. His hands found your waist while yours were around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

„I wanted to surprise you.“ Your boyfriend pouted and signaled over to the cake.

You looked over to the oven, only now realizing Gavi was baking a cake for you. A sigh of realization left your lips and you were the one pouting now. Even the baking tin was heart shaped, making the scenario a whole lot cuter than it already was.

„Baby you did that?“ You asked shocked and turned back around to look in his beautiful brown eyes.

„I tried. The batter didn’t taste too bad.“ Gavi chuckled and pulled you closer to finally kiss your lips.

„That’s so sweet of you, thank you.“ You smiled and traced your thumb over his cheek, getting rid of the remaining flour.

„Oops now you’ve got some flour there too.“ Gavi grinned, doing the same you had just done before.

———

„Cumpleaños feliz! cumpleaños feliz!”

Voices of your friends, family and your boyfriend filled the living room.

You, with a little tiara on your head, sat in front of the in blue frosting covered cake, smiling even though your cheeks started to hurt.

Your guests stopped singing and you blew out the candles. They then started clapping, taking pictures of you with the cake.

As the cheering settled, you decided to let your guests know who had baked this cake.

„By the way, Gavi over here baked the cake all by himself. He surprised me with it.“

You saw him grow shy, giving you a playful glare. You knew he didn’t really like the attention, but you wanted your relatives to know good Gavi treated you.

He just nodded awkwardly at the comments your parents made, scooting closer to you.

„¡Sois tan dulces! Necesito una foto!“ (You two are so sweet! I need a picture!). Your grandmother swooned, clapping her hands together as she saw you two.

You laughed sweetly, nodding your head. Gavi sat down next to you, pulled you closer by the waist and smiled into the camera your grandmother was holding.

She snapped a picture, then turned the phone over to you so you could take a look.

„Could you send me this?“ His thumb traced over your skin, making you feel a little flustered.

„Of course!“ Your grandmother said and airdropped the foto to Gavi. He immediately looked at it, a small smile forming on his face.

„We should frame it and hang it up at home.“ He spoke, his eyes never leaving the picture.

You liked the idea and agreed with a nod.

Gavi turned his attention from his phone back to you, leaning down to give you a quick, delicate kiss.

„Feliz Cumpleaños amor.“

[gameralfa117]

💖 Ratchet in love 💖

commission i got by Loulubally

EN: Happy 3rd anniversary for R&C Rift apart and also is the Rivchet anniversary too because 3 years ago the game was released and the love for this amazing couple started 🤍🧡.How do you think the scenario would have been if the emperor didn't have appear after Rivet kicked the Dr Nefarious butt? Here is my answer☺️🥰

ES: Feliz tercer aniversario para R&C Una dimensión aparte y también es el aniversario Rivchet porque hace 3 años se lanzó el juego y comenzó el amor por esta gran pareja 🤍🧡.¿Cómo crees que habría sido el escenario si el emperador no hubiera aparecido después de que Rivet le pateara el trasero al Dr. Nefarious? Aquí está mi respuesta ☺️🥰.

[geniousbh]

⸻ 𝒍𝒔𝒅𝒍𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 📖✒️

( parte 1, parte 2)

parte 3 (e última): francisco romero e matías recalt

obs.: olá misses bumbuns, todas bem? quero avisar que esta semana meu cachorro e minha mãe ficaram doentes ao mesmo tempo o que me fez entrar num estado de melancolia onde eu só conseguia ouvir car's outside e pensar em scenarios tristes, e a corda estourou pro lado do francisco, então já aviso que a prompt dele saiu direto da sadolândia, ok?

obs.²: minha próxima canetadinha será com ele, emabaixador dos muleques piranha, matías recalt, mas não vai sair tão rápido quanto a kukufer x student porque preciso fazer aulas da pós e ler "a interpretação dos sonhos" do freud. mas irá sair! além disso, muitíssimo obrigada pelo apoio nos últimos dias, me sinto muito feliz de poder escrever e ter pessoas que apreciam, significa muito pra mim <3

tw.: nenhum.

𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏: first love + wrong time, right person

quando você o viu pela primeira vez tinha oito anos de idade. neto do caseiro da propriedade dos seus avós. mesmo para a idade, ele já era considerado bem alto, mas não era isso que lhe chamava a atenção. seu coração de menina se encantava sempre que ele ia com o avô consertar as cercas ou cuidar de algum animal nos celeiros. os cabelos loiros com alguns cachinhos e os olhos azuis cristalinos que te faziam lembrar de banhos de piscina e verão, ainda que fosse começo de julho.

depois de duas semanas de férias na fazenda, você e ele eram inseparáveis. gostavam de explorar toda a região, desde os currais até a beira do rio onde ele sempre te provocava sobre ter sapos, cobras e de uma vez que ele jurava ter visto um jacaré. era tão leve e inocente, tão doce, estar na companhia dele. mesmo da vez em que você tropeçara e um ralado enorme e feio abrira em seu joelho, porque isto o fizera lhe carregar de cavalinho até em casa, ou então quando sua mãe te excomungava, berrando e gesticulando, por chegar completamente enlameada pro jantar, porque minutos antes era o rapazinho quem te acompanhava na aventura de procurar poças para pular enquanto riam juntos.

no ano seguinte era a mesma coisa, a amizade de vocês se nutria por vários meses, ansiosos para que chegassem as férias e pudessem contar tudinho um ao outro sobre o que tinham passado, sobre brinquedos novos, sobre a escola e coleguinhas. você tinha até mesmo comprado um diário para escrever seus dias, com a promessa de que levaria para a fazenda e leria junto com ele para não se esquecer de nada.

no entanto, no inverno do seu décimo aniversário sua avó descobria uma doença, e a propriedade era colocada à venda a fim de custear o tratamento, o que significava também que você não mais voltaria lá nas férias seguintes ou em qualquer outro ano. seu único consolo fora quando, no último dia de estadia lá, antes que seus pais ajudassem seus avós com o restante da mudança, o loirinho pedira que você o acompanhasse até um ipê rosa enorme e florido nos fundos do pasto.

você em prantos enquanto a mão maior que a sua te puxava até debaixo dos galhos da tal árvore. a cada brisa mais forte pequenas pétalas e flores caíam sobre as duas crianças. ele se curvava e enxugava seu rosto com as mangas da blusa comprida. "ssshhh, tranquila, tranquila", o garoto soprava baixo, na tentativa de te acalmar. "me duele verte llorar así, hm?", e na verdade você queria entender como ele poderia estar tão calmo?

francisco romero, que já era dois anos mais velho, te abraçava e então pegava algo no bolso de sua calça. sutilmente, segurando sua mão pequena e colocando um anel feito de cordas e fibras de trepadeira, que ele mesmo tinha se dado o trabalho de fazer, em seu quarto dedo direito. "esto no es un adiós! te encontraré en el futuro, nena!", seguido de um selar muito breve e salgado (por causa das suas lágrimas); seu primeiro beijo.

e não só fora seu primeiro beijo, como também seu primeiro amor. nenhum dos dois precisava dizer que era, até porque não saberiam naquela época. mas ainda tinha a memória vívida de quando ele correra por vários metros acompanhando o carro onde você deixava a fazenda, gritando "hasta luego"s e "cuidate"s e de como as férias do ano seguinte haviam sido horríveis, e de que você não mais tinha escrito em diários desde então.

por estes motivos, vê-lo ali, depois de quinze anos, na sua festa de noivado, era como estar numa espécie de sonho induzido. o rosto não mudara tanto, tirando que agora ele sustentava um bigodinho ralo, e obviamente também tinha crescido ainda mais, mas os cachos angelicais e os olhos ainda eram os mesmos.

francisco caminhou até você que se levantou exasperada, caminhando apressada e dificultosamente por conta do vestido longo que usava até que o abraçasse. os braços longos não tardavam em retribuir e uma das mãos agora pousava na sua cabeça, afagando seus fios. até mesmo o cheiro de terra molhada com um aroma doce de flores nele continuava igual. e, como se regressassem anos, não disseram nada, nem se explicaram, já que ambos sabiam que faziam parte de uma trágica história de amor.

contudo, quando a festa ia se encerrando e a maior parte dos convidados já tinha ido embora, e seu noivo estava conversando com amigos perto do bar, francisco reaparecia com uma caixa de madeira e se sentava ao seu lado na mesa de toalhas brancas. sorrindo sem jeito e colocando o objeto sobre a superfície antes de empurrar na sua direção.

você o fitava curiosa, uma sensação de cócegas dançando bem na boca do seu estômago, e quando finalmente abria, via ali dentro vários cadernos. tinha de todos os tipos, todas as cores, alguns estavam visivelmente mais desgastados e manchados do que outros. "son diarios... después de que te fuiste, pensé que sería más fácil poder escribir como si estuviera hablando contigo", um riso nasalado o escapava enquanto seus olhos se enchiam de lágrimas, como da última vez em que tinham se visto. "nunca dejé de pensar que te volvería a encontrar".

e bem ali estava, o segundo eu te amo que vocês trocavam. seu choro era comportado, embora a vontade fosse de sair correndo e esperniando, os dedos com as unhas feitas com francesinhas agarravam e puxavam a caixa para si. você murmurava um obrigado fraquinho e ele se inclinava para selar sua bochecha antes de sair e deixar o buffet.

dia 5 de abril de 2024, a última nota do diario mais recente "nena, me contaram que você alugou a antiga fazenda dos seus avós para ter sua festa de noivado! confesso que mesmo depois de tanto tempo essas notícias ainda me pegaram de surpresa. enfim, eu escrevo esse último recado não só para parabenizar a mulher que você se tornou e a sua conquista, mas para te contar sobre aquele dia de julho anos e anos atrás. você me perguntou se eu não iria chorar e por que eu estava tão calmo, e eu menti. foi a única vez que eu menti, eu não estava tranquilo e eu queria muito chorar... eu chorei depois que o carro sumiu de vista! naquela época, com 12 anos, eu ainda não sabia o que eu sentia, não sabia o porquê de ficar com as mãos suadas quando andava até a casa principal pra te chamar pra brincar, não entendia porque ouvir sua risada me fazia querer rir junto, hoje eu sei. eu sempre vou te guardar com carinho. te amo. seu, fran."

➵ (/me escondendo de vocês com vergonha, toda capenga, manca e anêmica) e a pior parte foi que você não tinha tido a coragem de dizer que até então havia guardado o anelzinho de plantas, hoje já todo seco, na sua caixinha de jóias, mas quem sabe numa próxima vida ele seja a sua pessoa certa no tempo certo...

𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊́𝒂𝒔: enemies to lovers + fake dating

seu mês estava começando da pior maneira possível e você tinha quase certeza que era por não ter gravado aquela maldita trend no tiktok "it's the first of the month". não existiam explicações racionais pra que seu ex estivesse na cidade e ainda por cima com a nova garota dele. ficava muito pior quando você descobria que seus amigos, que ainda eram amigos dele também, tinham o convidado pra resenha de mais tarde.

desde que felipe tinha se mudado para outro estado e cortado todos os laços contigo sua vida não tinha mudado em absolutamente nada. nada que ele pudesse olhar e pensar "uau, ela tá diferente", e isso estava te deixando fula da vida. você ainda era universitária, ainda não tinha arrumado a merda de um estágio e morava no mesmo bairro desde que se reconhecia por gente. o que te levava à sua segunda dor de cabeça do dia: matías recalt.

saiu a passos pesados de seu quarto, batendo chinelo até estar na porta da casa do garoto, espalmando a mão no portão e batendo, na esperança de que ele fosse ouvir com o som que ele tinha colocado no último volume. a música era diminuída e passos ocos soavam antes da passagem ser aberta pelo menino que vestia apenas bermuda. a carinha de pilantra e o sorrisinho canalha de sempre. "ay bebita, así terminarás haciendo que la puerta se caiga", ele implicou enquanto cruzava os braços e se recostava no metal. "que pasó, eh?".

matías tinha a mesma idade que você, tinham frequentado o fundamental juntos, mas foram para colégios diferentes no ensino médio, ele era seu completo oposto. você era reservada, ele conseguia resumir todos os eventos da vida dele para um uber numa corrida de sete minutos, você gostava de ler, ele preferia jogar pes e fifa, você curtia umas músicas melancólicas e alternativas, ele colocava funk e reggaetton pra vizinhança toda ouvir quase todos os dias. a competição que vocês nutriam enquanto crianças foi evoluindo pra algo ainda mais idiota depois de mais velhos, fazendo com que ambos só não conseguissem ficar no mesmo ambiente sem se alfinetar ou brigar.

contudo, quando ele deitava a cabecinha de lado, te medindo ali, uma ideia péssima surgia em sua cabeça, e sua falta de opções provavelmente faria com que você falasse em voz alta. ele tinha planos pra mais tarde? se ele prometesse não abrir aquela grande boca de sacola dele, ele bem que podia fingir seu novo namorado, né? coisa boba, só pelo tempo que vocês ficassem na resenha.

o outro erguia as sobrancelhas e abria um sorriso de fora a fora quando você terminava de falar, pensando que era muito bom pra ser verdade. aquilo seria motivo pra ele te açoitar pro resto da vida, até que vocês fossem bem velhinhos e ficassem na mesma casa de repouso por ironia do destino. "a qué hora te recojo entonces, mi noviazita?", você revirando os olhos com a escolha de palavras antes de dar as costas e sair dizendo que mandaria no whats dele.

o que o recalt não contava era que quando ele fosse te buscar às sete você estaria tão absurdamente linda, além de cheirosa pra cacete. o vestidinho de alcinhas que cobria quase nada das suas coxas roliças apesar de ter alguns babadinhos na barra, e a maquiagem que você tinha feito, toda delicadinha com um batom corando seus lábios faziam ele apertar o guidão da moto e morder o inferior engolindo seco. nenhum comentário sobre foi feito, ao passo que ele lhe fazia se segurar bem nele com a desculpa de não acabar caindo e te observando pelo retrovisor de minuto em minuto.

quando chegavam, você entrelaçava seus dedos nos dele, que por alguns segundos não se lembrava de acordo nenhum e sentia o coração ir parar no esôfago. mas ele aguentava bem, fazia uma batida de morango pra vocês dois dividirem e se apresentava pro seu tal ex, falando exatamente a historinha que você tinha inventado e mandado junto do endereço e horário pra ele no celular. ainda que não precisasse realmente, já que o pobre coitado claramente gostava de você há mais tempo do que se lembrava, mas sempre preferiu ficar no joguinho de gato e rato que vocês começaram num dia qualquer da quarta série.

isso, até que você fosse dançar com as suas amigas na pista de dança improvisada, jogando o quadril na direção onde os meninos, e pipe e a namorada nova estavam. o moreno observou durante uma música inteira, a expressão se fechando e não gostando nada quando ouvia um comentário sórdido de um deles sobre como você andava mais gostosa. caminhou até você e te segurou o pulso com firmeza, arrastando seu corpo até o estacionamento, aos protestos e tapas no ombro, mas no primeiro muro que via te prensava contra e te tomava os lábios num beijo profundo.

as mãozinhas parando de bater e tentar se soltarem até estarem relaxadas sobre os ombros dele, a boca se entreabrindo pra receber a língua quente e curiosa do vizinho irritante e um olhar de implorando por pica quando se separavam do ósculo, ainda que você perguntasse o porquê. "eres una tonta, cuántos besos necesito darte para que lo entiendas?"

➵ e no terceiro beijo, muito afoito, que vocês deram essa noite, matías teria te convencido de ir pra casa dele. vocês teriam fumado umzinho ouvindo alguma banda grunge da sua escolha e no auge da brisa você iria propor que ele continuasse "fingindo" ser seu namorado no dia seguinte na praia com a galera, até que o fingimento não tivesse prestando de mais nada e ele aparecesse com um punhado de flores (usurpadas de um canteiro alheio!) na sua porta. "isso não faz parte do acordo, recalt", "porra de acordo, menina, vai se arrumar que vou te levar no cinema".

[sugawhaaa]

Felix X reader

{Part. 2}

"Just friends."

Pairing::bodyguard!Felix x famous!fem!reader

Warnings::little tiny bit suggestive at the end

A/N:: sorry this took so damn long to finish I just kept writing it in little pieces 🧍

Taglist:: @binnies-minsung-fanclub @btsarmy-7s-world

You woke up the next morning and it took you a long while to remember what was going on. A man in your bed? In someone else's bed? Oh yeah…

You essentially regained conscious but laid in bed trying to fully awaken. Then you felt the warm presences behind you vanish and the sound of Felix groaning as the sheets fumbled around. You listen to the sound of his heavy footsteps heading for the bathroom. When you heard the door shut you looked at your phone, 11am and 20 million messages from your mother.

You sat up in your bed, blankets still covering you as you read your mother's messages. To sum it up she said you have free rain today. As long as Felix is by your side and you don't get lost etc. She trusts you finally, at the age of 18. You turned your phone off and set it on the nightstand and looked over at Felix's side of the bed. His pillow ruffled, phone unplugged, and the few things on his nightstand either gone or moved.

You assumed he had been awake for a while. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. What are we going to do today? You thought to yourself when you heard the door open. Felix stepped out with his hair a mess, fluffy and chaotic. In his hand he had some cream it looked like, he probably used it on his face considering how shiny it looked.

"Oh she's awake," he smiled as he walked over to you.

"Sort of..." you groaned as you slid back down into the blankets. Felix chuckled and started trying to work out the coffee machine. Eventually he got it figured out and asked you if you'd like some. You nodded and thanked him before getting up and stretching. "I don't know if my mom told you but we can pretty much do whatever today,"

After that you and Felix had a pleasant coffee party at the window cill. You then checked a bag that your mother dropped off for you. It had a lot of food but nothing really breakfast worthy. You informed Felix of this and he told you that there's a very nice breakfast joint nearby but you'd have to take the city bus there. You agreed to eat out there and started getting dressed and dolled up.

"I've never been on a city bus without my parents before," you said as you curled your hair.

"Really?" Yongbok said as he brushed his own hair. You finished a curl of your hair and nodded.

"I hardly know how to even use it," you laughed awkwardly. As you and Felix walked to the subway station he explained the basics about it and you caught on quickly. When on the train it was a little awkward but you managed to survive and arrive at your destination. A big city with lots of people and shops. You took it all in with one big deep breath before looking up at Felix. "So where do we go from here?" You smiled as you tilted your head.

"O-Oh we just went over this way a bit. It's been a while since I've been here haha~" he chuckled as you made your way over to one side of the street, there you made your way over to the breakfast joynt. You walked in and it was the cutest restaurant ever! It was red and gold themed and all the seats were styled to look very cute. You picked a table near the window and sat in front of Felix, the eye contact with him making you blush. Then a waitress came over and gave you glasses of water and the menu. Felix thanked her before she left to go attend to someone else. You picked up the menu from the table in front of you and tried to gather all the English you knew. You got some basics out of it but still struggled to understand most of the food. Felix on the other hand had already decided what he wanted.

"Can you read everything alright?" He said leaning over the table closer to you. You blushed a little.

"Um not really," you chuckled and Felix described all the dishes to you in Korean. You tried your best to listen but his visuals were just too distracting. You thought to yourself about having a crush on him. He was very kind, hot, and overall a great man but the potential of this feeling being mutual was low. 

"So do you know what you want?" He smiled up at you and you panicked. 

"I think I'll get the basic um," you pointed to the English words that described what you wanted.

"Egg breakfast?" Felix read the words you were pointing at and you nodded. "Alright, now we wait for a waiter to come here." He laughed, his freckled cheeks swallowing his eyes. You awkwardly waited before the same waitress to come back and asked for your orders. Felix did all the talking for you and you thanked him. "No, no I'm happy to help and it's just my job,"

He always says "it's just my job," but he seems rather outgoing for it to be "just his job"

As you waited Felix took a selfie with you and you had some idle chit chat. Once food arrived you dug in. The food was great and you left a tip for the waitress. After leaving the dinner Felix suggested you hold his arm.

"Huh? Why?" You asked innocently not meaning any offense.

"This street is really busy and if I lose you it'll be hard to find you again," he explained before locking his arm around yours. "I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable," he chuckles and you shake your head. As your walking through the line of shops you spot an adorable set of jeans that are big and have hearts bleached into them. Your eyes light up and you drag Felix inside with you. Felix doesn't take much liking to your fashion taste but he does appreciate the beauty of it.

You then found the size of jeans that matched you and started browsing through the store. A few cute shirts and a summer dress and you were in the dressing room. Every outfit you tried on you showed Felix and he'd always leave nice and some honesty. But after he did mention something he'd say "I don't think that color looks great but get it if you'd like of course~♡" You greatly appreciated his kindness until.

You were in the dressing room and you bent over to get the next shirt you were going to try on when you felt your bra give out. You thought the band had just come undone but when you slid your hand up your shirt you notice it was broken. You panicked for a moment when Felix knocked on the door.

"Everything okay?"

You stumbled over some words and ideas before replying "I'm gonna let you in but promise not to freak out," you said before quickly opening the door and slipping him inside.

"So what's the problem?" He asked innocently.

"Well you see...my bra broke. I think..." you blushed as he thought for a moment. "And they don't sell any here so don't think about that either..." you bit your lip in stress.

"Here take it off and you can use my jacket to cover yourself until we get back to the hotel," he said calmly. He was very relaxed and had everything under control. He turned around and let you change and take off your bra. He handed you his jacket and you slipped it on with embarrassment.

The jacket smelt like him. It was warm and smelt of coconut? Maybe some oatmilk in there. You discreetly smelt his jacket before he left to pay for your items. You followed him out to the counter and you gave him your card. One swipe later and you had all these cute clothes! You thanked him for taking you out for a treat and he said it was really no problem and he enjoyed the time out too.

On the way home he held your bags and you got tired of standing on your feet so you called one of your parents personal drivers and got him to pick you and Yongbok up. The two of you sat on a bench as you wrapped Felix's jacket around you. It was quite awkward. You just sat there slowly swaying your feet as Felix's blonde hair blew in the wind. The view was beautiful. You were admiring it when a car pulled up to the two of you.

The two of you got in and drove back to the hotel. Once you got inside you changed your clothes and laid down on the bed. Face into the pillows. You then felt some weight on the bed next to you. "Tired?" Felix said softly.

"Yeah," you groaned back. "I just wanna relax for a bit," you mumble. Felix understood and laid down next to you while looking through his phone. His presence relaxed you, but you also felt butterflies around him. Like stage fright but different but you don't want him to go away! You felt your cheeks getting hot as you day dreamed about him.

"Everything alright dear?" He asked as he leaned forward.

"Y-yeah just trailing out into thought haha~" you sat up and grabbed a book from your suitcase. You sat next to Felix on the bed and started reading.

"Watcha reading?" He asked leaning over to look at your book.

"Merupuri," you smiled.

"I've never heard of that series. What's it about?" He seemed interested and he set his phone down.

"It's about a prince who runs into this girl but he's in a whole new world. Before getting banished into earth he had a curse laid upon him. He is very young but when in darkness he grows older. About 10 years older." You explain and Felix keeps listening to you. "It's the girls job to watch over him because she picked up this magic mirror thingy haha~ the way to break the curse is to kiss the boy but she's love sick and saving her first kiss for the boy she truly loves,"

"I see she's playing hard to get," Felix chuckles.

"Pretty much. In the end the girl falls in love with the boy and breaking the curse. It's kind of like a forbidden love." You smile at him.

"Sounds like a cute story," Felix smiles before going back to his phone. He was scrolling through Pintrest and saving the occasional photo.

"This is kinda weird but do you want to play a boardgame?" You said as you set down your book.

"Sure, anything you want dear," he turned off his phone and set it aside. The two of started playing dominon on the floor of the hotel and the first round didn't last long but the second round went on for at least 2 hours. The two of you had plenty snacks while playing but it got to a point where you needed something like a dinner. Felix ordered some door dash for you and it wasn't long before the two of you dug into the food.

This whole trip Felix had been treating you like a princess and it had your heart fluttering. As Felix was cleaning up the garbage from dinner in his skinny jeans and baggy tank top. There was a knock on the door. You got up and unlocked the door to see your parents. Your mom gave you a big hug.

"Did Felix treat you good today?" She said with a smile.

"Yup, he spoiled me," you chuckled.

"Oh good, good," she said before kissing your cheeks. She then looked at Felix and gestured for him to come over. She gave him a little hug and gave him his paycheck. "There's a little tip in there too," she smiled in her boogie fur jacket. Felix bowed and thanked her before your parents went back to their own room.

"I'm getting quite tired despite how early it is," you sighed as you laid on the bed.

"Then go rest," Yongbok smiled.

"But I will wake up at like 5am," you chuckled as you felt Felix's presences behind you.

"I'm going to get changed don't turn around," he said out of no where.

"Oh-okay," you chuckled.

"Why do you sound so distraught?" Felix said softly.

"You just surprised me. I didn't expect you to say that," you giggled as your feet swayed in the air.

"I trust you, I mean there's not much to look at anyways," he said before clearing his throat. "But um, do you mind if I keep my shirt off? I don't know what it is but I'm so hot" he said awkwardly.

"Sure, why don't we turn the AC up," you began to stand up before Felix spoke.

"I still don't have pants on!" He said with panic.

"Sorry I forgot," you said before stuffing your head in the pillow to cover up the blush on your face. You heard him put on some shorts and he walked over to the AC.

"You can look now," he said as he pressed some of the buttons on the air conditioner. You rolled over and looked at his back. His bare skin turned you on way more than you'd like to admit. "Is that too cold for you?" He turned around to find you staring at him.

"N-No that's just right," you smiled with pink cheeks. "I'm gonna change too, so turn around," you blushed and Felix spun around to look out the window. You changed into some pajama shorts and decided to keep your shirt off, only your bra on. "Okay I'm done," you said and started preparing for sleep. You noticed Felix blush as you bent over to pull down the sheets, your cleavage exposed.

"I uhm I need to go the bathroom," he said as he started heading for the bathroom, "I'll be right back," he shut the door behind him and you laid down in the sheets.

When Felix returned he went on the opposite side of the bed and turned off the lamp. "Goonight love," he said and you felt your cheeks get hot.

"G'night felix," you said before rolling over and looking at his back again. The way it raised with every breath he took. "You have nice skin," you whispered as your hands went to touch his back.

"You think so?"

Your hands haulted at his words. He turned to look at you with big doe eyes and a smirk. He picked up your hands and caressed them softly with a gentle smile. You noticed his eyes traveling down your body before looking back at you in the eyes.

"You know I'm not just hot..."

To be continued

[skzoombie]

zoo você pode fazer um scenario do nct 127 cuidando da leitora com cólica menstrual? 🥺

NCT 127 x Cuidando de você com cólica

Taeil

No primeiro momento ficaria perdido no que fazer para te ajudar aliviar a dor que estava sentindo.

Pediria que você ficasse deitada na cama descansando para que ele fosse até a farmácia comprar algo que aliviasse a dor menstrual.

Ficaria o dia todo deitado com você, te abraçando e pesquisando técnicas para te fazer sofrer menos naquele momento.

Johnny

Quando te encontrasse encolhida na cama gemendo baixinho com dor na barriga, johnny entenderia a situação muito rapidamente.

Mesmo que nunca tivesse sentido aquele sensação, ele saberia como lidar porque sua mãe sempre comentava sobre quão sofrido poderia ser.

Ele faria uma bolsinha de água quente para colocar na região da barriga, passariam o tempo todo deitados na cama assistindo televisão e comendo porcaria.

Taeyong

Esse entraria em leve desespero, ele sabia como você estava sendo forte e tentando não demonstrar a dor, ficava seguindo as atividades normalmente para esquecer a cólica.

Taeyong pediria que você parasse de ignorar o que estava machucando e faria com que ficasse descansando durante todo o dia enquanto ele fazia todas as atividades sozinhos.

"Não quero que finja que nada está acontecendo, na verdade se eu pudesse, pegava todo esse desconforto para mim"

Yuta

Esse homem ligaria para os chefes de ambos e diria que não poderiam comparecer por questões femininas urgentes, caso recebesse um comentário atravessado, ele iria militar sobre os direitos das mulheres e os privilégios masculinos.

Faria todas as suas vontades, compraria milhares de doces, salgadinhos e qualquer baboseira que você comentasse que poderia ajudar no alivio da dor.

Carinhoso e tentaria te fazer rir para criar um ambiente mais descontraído com aquele sofrimento no seu útero.

Doyoung

Prevenido, ele já tinha comprado tudo e estava armazenado no banheiro de vocês, os remédios para cólica, os absorventes e a bolsa de água quente, bem no alcance para quando precisasse.

Doyoung sabia como você sempre tentava seguir a rotina normalmente mesmo com a dor, então ele te deixaria fazer o mínimo de coisas possíveis mas sem impedir você de se movimentar.

Namorado que faz sopa, chá e qualquer coisa que assistisse no youtube de médicos dizendo que ajudava nesses períodos.

Jaehyun

Levemente assustado e perdido em como ajudar, acabaria por tentar ficar em casa com você para não te deixar sofrendo sozinha.

Ficariam deitados no sofá escutando música, comendo chocolate, conversando e apenas relaxando para liberar a tensão do seu corpo.

Seria super carinhoso com você, ficaria te fazendo uma massagem fraca na barriga para ver se aliviava.

Jungwoo

Ele tem uma irmã em casa, então sabia mais ou menos em como lidar com a sua dor naqueles períodos críticos.

Enquanto você estava deitada na cama encolhida em posição fetal, jungwoo subiria na cama e abraçaria seu corpo por trás, ficariam assim por longas horas.

Ele odiava ver você nessa situação, ficava choramingando e comentando o quanto sentia falta do seu lado divertido e como odiava o fato das mulheres terem que passa por isso.

Mark

Encontrou você de madrugada com a cabeça deitada na ilha da cozinha enquanto esperava a água ferver, apenas o abajur da sala ligado naquele escuridão.

Mark ficaria triste com a cena e quando entendesse o que estava acontecendo, abraçaria seu corpo, te levaria para a cama e pediria para esperar que ele mesmo traria o chá.

Cuidaria de você a madrugada toda, tentaria te fazer dormir para ajudar a descansar e esquecer a dor que estava sentindo.

Haechan

Internamente feliz por significar que não estava grávida, mas triste quando visse a tortura que tudo aquilo era para você.

Não saberia muito como agir, algumas vezes poderia tentar puxar assuntos aleatório para distrair você e até umas curiosidade nada ver que leu em uns sites duvidosos.

"Uma vez eu li que o cérebro não saber lidar com duas sensações ao mesmo tempo. Não que tentar transar? Quem sabe ajuda a esquecer a outra dor"

[madame-fear]

Hello! if you’re still taking requests could I request something with prompt number 7. for Jacaerys Velaryon from HOTD? Him having a nightmare and reader comforting him and allowing him to be vulnerable, I can’t really come up with what the nightmare could be about so go with whatever you prefer, I just love reverse comfort so much! I hope you have a nice day and also sorry for my english, it’s not my first language <3

*ೃ༄ 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 .ೃ࿐

— a/n : Ahhh no worries sweetheart about your English !! It's perfect; English isn't my first language as well 🥰 hope you enjoy this !! this will be an AU where Lucerys survived Storm's End. ♡ also, not proofread!

— summary : request — word count : 1.4k

— pairing : jacaerys velaryon x fem! reader — genre : slight angst, fluff, comfort. — prompt/scenario(s) : 7. [character] wakes up breathing heavily from a nightmare, and you soothe them by bringing them to your chest, and whispering sweet things to their ear while your hand caresses their hair.

— ♡ FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS @damatheirin ! Te deseo que tengas un excelente y hermoso día rodeada de gente que te ama. Espero que todos tus deseos se hagan realidad; todos tus amigos de Tumblr te amamos mucho y te deseamos lo mejor de éste mundo, bella. 💖

The cool breeze of the night's wind softly hit the window of your partner's chambers, as some gentle owl hooting was heard on the outside. This was the very first time you slept on Jace's chamber together, after giving up to his continous insisting.

As your body was wrapped in the warm blankets, your eyes were tightly shut. Your surroundings and the sounds in the background leisurely disappeared as you were nearly slipping into the sweet, peaceful realm of dreams; the warmth of the blankets plus the feeling of Jace's weight by your side was enough to make you feel comforted, and relax.

Once you could feel losing yourself to reality, and falling into a deep slumber, you were suddenly slightly awakened by the feeling of your boyfriend beginning to uncomfortably shift on his side. Faintly, you could hear some mumbled words slipping from his lips — though, you were uncertain of what those words were, as he spoke very quietly, and notoriously sleepy. He must be clearly immersed in his dreaming, you thought. And you were indeed right, with the exception that far from what you thought, it wasn't a pleasant dreaming, unfortunately.

The tossing around and mumbling words and sentences increased, much to your dismay. Being curious, your eyes softly fluttered open, and you carefully turned around to look at Jace, whom kept shifting from one side to another, slightly shaking his head, while he kept mumbling some incoherent things you couldn't quite catch. Carefully, your hand went to remove some haie off his forehead, in a soft attempt of waking him up as you leaned closer to his body with yours.

“Jace, my love,” you whispered, though you weren't sure that would be enough to wake the future King up. “Wake up, I think you're having a nightmare.” you continued whispering, but it was useless — he paid no mind to you, and kept mumbling things in, what you realised it was, High Valyrian. Though you could slightly understand Valyrian from what he had taught you, you still couldn't understand to a full extent what he spoke. Once again, carefully yet firmly, you shook his body, as you now whispered-shouted at him.

“Jacaerys, wake up!”

And with that, his eyes suddenly opened, and quickly sat on bed, panting heavily. At this sudden rush of movements, you backed away a bit in surprise, but one of your hands rapidly flew to caress his back, and the other one to rub his arm – notoriously concerned for him. “Are you alright, love?!” you inquired nervously trying to look into his face, as he heavily breathed. “What's the proble—” before you could continue speaking, he abruptly interrupted, looking intensely into your eyes.

“Where's Luke? Is he alright?” his voice tone was shaky, as his body was visibly trembling as well. You rapidly nodded in agreement, and moved some bits of hair that covered his face. You understood perfectly what everything was about, you knew his concerns and why he lately seemed to be constantly worried after his younger brother returned wounded from Storm's End, along with a badly harmed and stratched Arrax. The young future King and heir to the Throne was worried about losing his brother.

“Luke is fine, Jace, he's alright...” you soothed whispering placing a soft kiss on his cheek, which immediatly caused for him to tightly embrace you, and hide his face on the crook of your neck, feeling his intense breathing. “He's resting on his chambers, he is safe, I can reassure you nothing will happen to him.” as you sweetly whispered to him, you placed small little kisses on top of his head, as one of your hands rubbed his back, and the other one caressed his silky hair. Gently, he pulled back a bit from the embrace, but his arms still remained gripping around your figure softly.

As he looked into your eyes, you noticed some tears forming on his eyes. It was strange to see him this vulnerable, but you understood and respected his reasons to feel such way. The hand that caressed his hair went to caress his cheek, wiping a rolling tear in the process.

“I-I'm... I'm sorry, love, I–” a brief pause was made, interrupting himself as he began weeping quietly. “I-I had a nightmare,” he continued, with a shaky breath. His hands around your body trembled. “a nightmare about Aemond killing Luke in Storm's End–” his voice cracked, and he stopped talking by breaking down into a full wave of tears. You gasped in surprised as his head fell into your chest, his hands formed on a fist held a tight grip of your silk nightgown, as your arms flew to warmly wrap his body soothingly.

“Shhh, it's alright, everything's alright, my Prince.” you cooed gently, holding him in your arms as he cried his life out. Your hand leisurely played with strands of his hair, your lips giving small kisses on his temple. “It was a mere nightmare. Lucerys is a brave boy who survived, he's alright and safe now.” as you softly whispered, you could hear his tearing stopping slowly, feeling comforted by your warmth — the way your fingers played with his hair made him relax slightly. “I can't stand seeing you in this state, my love. Please, don't cry... everything will be alright.” a few more kisses were placed in his temple, then, your lips descended to lovingly kiss his soft cheeks; cupping them with your hands.

With your fingers, you tenderly lifted his chin, forcing him to stare into your eyes. And once you had him staring at you, you pressed your lips against him gently, following after that some kisses on the corner of his lips as a way of trying to calm him down. His lips tasted sweetly as usual, yet slightly salty as you could taste his tears. Pulling away, one of your hands that cupped his cheek wiped away a last falling tear with the fingertip of your thumb, very gently.

“I love you, sweet prince. I promise to eternally protect you, and your family — even if I have to protect you from a nightmare.” you slightly joked as to ease the atmosphere and make Jace forget about his bad dreaming, but you were being fully honest at the same time. A small grin curved on his lips, and nodded. Without giving much of a response, his head fell once again to your chest, taking in your sweet scent and relaxing warmth. Your arms were protectively wrapped around his body, and you rested your chin on top of his head, feeling his body slightly weighing on your arms. “Do you... wish to get back to sleep?” you inquired, whispering. “Or would you rather prefer to stay like this for a bit longer?” you continued. In response, he nodded, still laying his head on your chest, soothing himself with the sound of your tender heartbeating. “I would prefer to stay a bit longer like this.” the brunette haired boy replied, mumbling. His heart fluttered slightly at how incredibly caring, and understanding you were of him... and he wouldn't replace that beautiful feeling you gave him for anything in the world.

Though it was unusual to see him in such vulnerable state, you couldn't say you weren't fond of comforting him, and knowing he'd immediatly fall to your arms if he needed some reassurance.

Both of you stood there, together, embracing each other warmly as you hummed a soft song for him, rocking him to the sides very gently. “I love you, my sweet one.” whispering, you placed another small kiss on his temple. “I'll always love you, and be there for you no matter what.” you continued, and even if you couldn't see it, you could feel him broadly smiling like a little boy with a crush, and lucky for him, you weren't able to see the intense crimson blush glinting on both his cheeks, and extending to his entire face as his eyes began to, once again, feel heavy — meaning, he would soon find himself once again falling into the realm of dreams, and a deep sleep.

Indeed, soon after that, you helped him to lay on bed together once again, having him clinging to your side, and you both went to peacefully sleep cuddling, embraced in not only the warmth that came from the blankets, but as well as each other's own warmth. And he knew that by your side, any nightmare would turn into a sweet, loving dream. <3

♡ taglist : ♡

@jacesvelaryons

[lucuslavigne]

𖦹 Kiss Me Hard Before You Go.

I.M × Leitora.

๑: angst, HighSchool!scenario (não citado explicitamente), bem curto pq se eu escrevesse mais eu ia chorar 🤡

Espero que gostem.

— Eu te disse que não precisava se preocupar. — Changkyun te disse.

— Você me deixou preocupada. — confessou.

— Eles não chegaram perto de mim enquanto eu estava lá, então a reunião foi tranquila. — falou enquanto caminhavam de mãos dadas.

— E para onde você irá para fazer o intercâmbio? — o perguntou apreensiva.

— Eu vou para Luxemburgo. — respondeu. — É um país lindo.

— É mesmo. — riu fraco.

— 'Tá tudo bem? — te olhou.

— Eu vou sentir sua falta. — olhou para o chão. — Eu sei que se você se estabilizar lá, você não vai querer voltar.

— É. — suspirou. — Então vamos aproveitar enquanto estamos juntos.

— Quando você vai ao aeroporto? — o olhou, tentando guardar o máximo a face do maior.

— Amanhã ao meio dia. — falou. — Eu queria que você fosse se despedir.

— Eu vou, quero passar o máximo de tempo que eu puder com você. — sorriu.

— Te vejo amanhã? — perguntou quando pararam em frente a sua casa.

— Te vejo amanhã. — selou os lábios do coreano.

• • •

Já estavam no aeroporto havia quinze minutos. Você esperava o vôo de Changkyun assim como os pais do mesmo, disfarçando a tristeza o máximo que podia.

— Eu queria te levar comigo. — te abraçou.

— Eu adoraria lhe acompanhar. — o abraçou de volta.

— Eu vou sentir tanto a sua falta... — viu que o maior queria chorar.

— Eu também vou sentir sua falta Kyun. — beijou a bochecha com carinho.

“ Vôo novecentos e dezessete, desembarque três ” fora escutado. A ansiedade os atingia mais do que o esperado. O coração acelerado, a respiração difícil, a vontade gigantesca de chorar e o suor frio.

— Tome cuidado filho. — o pai do Im falou.

— Vou sentir sua falta querido. — a mãe do mesmo disse.

— Também vou sentir a falta de vocês. — abraçou os progenitores.

— Não se esqueça nunca de mim. — disse no ouvido do maior quando pôde abraçá-lo.

— Nunca meu amor. — segredou baixinho.

— Me beije intensamente antes de partir Changkyun. — o pediu. — Não quero me esquecer do sabor do seu beijo enquanto estiver longe.

Sentiu as mãos do coreano em sua cintura te puxando para perto, os lábios foram sentidos logo após. Changkyun lhe mostrava todo o amor que sentia por você atravéz daquele ósculo, as línguas em perfeita sincronia, os corações dançando no mesmo ritmo.

As lágrimas desciam pelos rostos e caiam no chão, mostrando que por mais que o amor seja forte, nada pode alterar o destino, até por que nem sempre somos destinados a ficarmos juntos.

A hora do embarque fora deveras difícil para si, não gostava da ideia de ver seu amado partir. Mas se ele fosse ser feliz lá, então seria feliz aqui, por que a felicidade dele é a sua felicidade.

Mas, não sabemos se o destino os prepara um reencontro não é?

[evita-shelby]

Love's a State of Mind

Chapter 6

Cw: angst, sex, feelings

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

Yes i did use the smuff-mas one-shot to make up the last part of the chapter lol

Feliz Navidad y'all

Every day begins and ends the same for the next week.

He calls in the morning to check up on her, the moment he leaves his office ---doing the work he would have done in Sydney--- he comes to spend the rest of the day with her and leaves, very reluctantly, at the end of the day.

They talk, he tells her about his day and both fight the urge to be more than friends like madmen.

It all changes the night before her procedure. They watch her comfort telenovela on the sofa that’s more comfortable to lay on than sit on, and she leans on his shoulder leading to him wrapping his arm around her, before the episode even ends they’re spooning as of nothing had ever changed between them.

“I should go, you need all the sleep you can get for tomorrow.” He said gently prying her off him before they do something they’ll regret.

Eva would usually agree and see him to the door where they’d stand there both secretly wishing for a kiss goodbye like before.

“Could you stay with me. Just for tonight?” she finds herself hating how vulnerable she sounds. Even worse she’s turning to look at him as she speaks and feels pathetic because he can see exactly why she wants him to stay.

But she’s scared, and she wants him and there was nothing more comforting in the world than him holding her as he does now.

“Yeah, if you want me to.” Robert agrees and adjusts himself as Eva buried her face in his chest. He’s stripped off his button-down shirt and despite the slight discomfort of his buckle and trousers, being like this felt like heaven.

“We could find the best in their field if you want.” He suggested and she shook her head. Robert tucked her under his chin and stroked her hair understanding exactly what she was afraid of.

“This one’s the best in California. It’s a stupid worry, I know.” She murmured into his chest. “Impossible for them to fuck up something they do so often.”

“Said the same thing when I had knee surgery, I think.” Rob points out, reminding her of how nervous he’d been after reading up all he could on the procedure and several horror stories of people who didn’t recover from it. “We should sleep, we, you, sorry, have long day tomorrow.”

It had been a bad idea.

In a moment of vulnerability, Eva had asked him to stay with her and he had.

Robert had offered to stay in the guest room or sleep on the floor, but Eva had shaken her head and asked him to sleep with her.

There was too much history between them for this to work. He couldn’t forget her no matter how much he tried, and she couldn’t move on because their last night together resulted in the worst-case scenario.

Had anyone told him he’d be here holding her because they’d have to see a doctor for an embryo that didn’t form, Robert would’ve siced security on them.

But here he was holding his ex-girlfriend who used him to keep her company above the water because tomorrow they’ll pretend nothing ever happened and go their separate ways.

“I was wondering where my pajamas went.” The Fischer Morrow heir comments as tried his best to remember they were over and the sex they had last week was merely a fluke.

“I had intended to give them back, but then I remembered you still have some of my panties and I thought they were worth about the same, in sentimental value at least.” The dark-haired woman moved slightly as she got comfortable, and he pretends he’s fine when her ass brushed against his dick.

“Sorry.” She said before moving away to prevent it from happening again, but it would once Eva fell asleep.

“Don’t apologize, remember when I was high on painkillers after my surgery?” Rob would be lying if he didn’t miss all those times they’d cuddle and end up fucking because the accidental stimulation was enough to drive him fucking insane.

So many times where she’d rub against him ---on purpose as well as in her sleep--- and he’d be waking up rock hard and wanting nothing more than to fuck her good morning.

But they can’t do that, because after tomorrow it is over for good.

Or so they’ve been telling themselves this past week.

“Oh, how could I? You were like a very horny puppy most of the week.” She answered bemused. She’d been on edge all evening, terrified about tomorrow even if the procedure was rather simple and the doctor the best in California. “Slept on my tits because you said your pillows were lumpy.”

It was good for her to regain her usual good humor. Even if it drudge up memories that had the both of them wanting to regain what they lost.

He wanted to, but he had agreed to her terms because he didn’t want to push. She’d used him and she didn’t feel worthy of him, and Robert has disappointed his father enough to know he’s a fucking dumbass when comes to love.

His father would never forgive Eva for making a fool out of his son, but Robert was never on the same page as his dear old man.

“Please, those six weeks without sex was a nightmare for you too, Evie.” Robert pointed out and fought the urge to rut against it like a horny teenager.

“I missed you.” Evie admits and does something worse than grinding against him, she seeks out his hand and holds it like she used to do when she was troubled.

“I missed you too.” Robert admits as he interlaced his fingers with hers and held her tightly.

“I know I said I didn’t want us to give us another try, but ---” she stops herself fighting with the proud part of her that thinks she knows what’s best for the both of them.

“A do over would be nice. Once you’re recovered, if you need time to come around to it.” He didn’t let her change her mind and once again considered not going to Sydney this week.

He didn’t need to think about it, he’s had plenty of time this week. Robert had wanted his pound of flesh that day at her office, but then he ended up looking forward to seeing her each evening. Even as ‘friends’ he couldn’t imagine a better person to share his life with.

“No dream sharing this time.” Eva sets a new boundary; one he doesn’t pretend to agree with…for now.

“Agreed.”

This time he is the one rubbing his growing erection against her ass and this time they don’t stop doing it. Between her presence and knowing there’s still hope for them, Robert can’t seem to get himself under control.

Never been good at self-control, anyways.

“Doctor didn’t say anything about not having sex before the procedure, you know.” She supplies as a sigh escapes her lips.

“We don’t have to do it, Evie.” He protests half embarrassed at their predicament. The other half of him is letting his ex-girlfriend ---or just girlfriend since its inevitable that they’ll be getting back together by morning--- take his hand under her shirt and very obediently playing with her tits.

That time last week in the dining room had been a frantic fuck, of thinking that just one last time would be enough. Right now, it was knowing that desire won’t go away and why the should they deny themselves something they desperately needed.

“What I wanted you to fuck me, Robert?” such a crude question she said as he slid his free hand past the waistband of her sleeping shorts. “What if I told you the merely feeling you like this has me thinking about all those times we fucked until I couldn’t remember my own name?”

And she wasn’t lying, her pussy was wet and hot as his fingers toyed with it.

“Then I’d say your wish is my command.” His father was right in being disappointed with him, Robert could never live without Eva and this week had only proven it.

Robert’s hand leaves her chest and with ease he freed his aching cock from its confines as he entered her from behind with a groan.

No woman had been able to satisfy him like she did, and now he knows no one ever will.

He rocks against her, takes his time seeking ti make the night last as long as possible. Knowing Eva she may change her mind by the time the sun rose.

But for tonight, he is hers, she is his and nothing exists beyond the moment.

“Did you try to forget me like I did?” he asks thinking how she’d pretended not to care that his latest conquest had kept calling last week.

“No, didn’t want to.” She shook her head as he reminded her no other person could ever make feel like this.

They were made for each other, if such a thing existed. As if they had always been lifetimes ago.

He didn’t believe in soulmates, but she did.

“Then why fight it, why push me away, Evie?” he asks and clenched beautifully around his cock and Robert thanked his lucky stars there was no need for caution tonight.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” The brunette answered as she lost herself to the pleasure.

As much as he wanted to make it last, it isn’t long before he takes her over the edge with him.

He hasn’t let go of her, not yet. “You won’t hurt me, I’m not as fragile as you think, sweetheart.”