titi-1188

[titi-1188]

Always in your corner

“You know that Chan would truly always be in your corner and you hope he knows you’ll always be in his. Neither of you asked to be born to parents who had no care in the world but at least the two of you had each other.”

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WARNINGS: Parents who don’t care(?)

PAIRING: Older Brother Chan x Younger Sibling Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1K+

EXTRA INFO: Angst(?)/comfort, Christmas, Cringy Frozen reference, Life Advice from Older Brother, ‘Baby’ used as a term on endearment in a ‘omg you’re literally a baby’ way. SAFE FOR WORK ONLY!!!

A/N: Happy Christmas to those who celebrate and in general Happy Holidays to all!! As always, sorry for any mistakes, my english writing skills are NOT the best, I try to look over it and make sure everything makes sense to an outsider perspective of someone who ISN’T in my head but yk how it can be🩷 hehe i hope u like it!!! (can u tell what kind of issues I may have…)

Every Christmas since Chan started college whenever he’d come back, you’d be there, ready to greet him with a hug and some sort of small ‘welcome home’ gift. Christmas was probably the only time in the year year you got to see each other with how busy you both were; you being in high school and Chan attending college, working his ass off to get his degree. You and your brother couldn’t even see each other during the summer holidays-your parents sent you off on exchanges to other countries, so far, you’ve been to Spain, France and Italy (twice), and your other breaks from school just never lined up. Safe to say Christmas was like a blessing. An opportunity for two siblings to reunite.

So, this year when Chan got out of your dad’s car after a very awkward three hour long ride from the airport and walked into the house and wasn’t met with you he was surprised, disappointed even.

“Where is she?”, he asked as your mother came out of the living room. She rolled her eyes as if the mere question was a bother and replied simply

“Probably moping around in her bedroom again”. Chan frowned. You? Moping around? That didn’t sound like you. “What do you mean?”, he questioned.

“Your sister is just going through an emotional phase—but honestly she needs to get over it, at her age she should be able to just get up and move through it.”, your father spoke up and Chan watched in mild disgust as your mother nodded along.

Your parents made it abundantly clear before that they never wanted kids and yet somehow ended up with the two of you because of societal pressure but at least years ago they would at least pretend to be concerned parents. Now that Chan was a young adult and moved out and you were a teenager they probably didn’t see the need to.

“I’m going to go up then”, he announces. Your parents shrug, mumbling a quick ‘do whatever’ before retreating back into the living room.

Meanwhile, Chan hauled his suitcase and bag up the stairs, dropped them off into his room (that definitely needs to be dusted down) and went to your room at the end of the hall, on the right. He smiled seeing the pink, bedazzled wooden sign on the door to your room with your name on it—he remembers watching you make it all those years ago and likes to see you haven’t taken it down yet.

In Chan’s head, you’re not just a regular set of siblings, although he only is almost seven years older than you, he always felt an almost paternal instinct with you.

He had a huge part in raising you and as much as he hates to admit it for purposes of being too sappy and cringe—he hates that you are growing up so quick. He sometimes wishes you were a kid again and often finds himself reminiscing all the tea-parties he was forced to attend, all the times he’s sat over you helping you with simple maths sums while he had an essay to do, all the extravagant games you two used to make up as something to do while your parents were working.

God he misses it. And he would pay so much money to get to relive it, because even without the regular caring parents who are involved in their child's life-watching you grow up all over again would be worth so much more.

Chan snaps out of his thoughts and regains his composure before knocking on the door gently.

“Y/N, it’s me—can I come in?”. He’s about to open the door and enter when it opens in his face, and there you are, wearing a comfy set of clothes.

Chan takes your appearance in and notices immediately that you look…not like you. The light that normally shines in your eyes is dimmed, there are bags under your eyes and your normally well kept hair is disheveled.

“Y/N…”, he starts but you cut him off with a hug.

“Channie”, you murmur in a soft voice. “I’m sorry I wasn’t ready this year.”

Oh the way you sound so defeated breaks his heart. “Y/N baby—it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I swear I knew when dad was picking you up and I had everything planned and stuff and then I got distracted and everything I planned just went out the window-”

“Y/N. It’s fine.”, Chan reassured, pulling back from the hug but keeping a firm hold on your shoulders. “Let’s talk?”

You nod at him and let him into your room, closing the door behind him. He flops down onto your bed and pats the spot beside him. “Come on over”.

You don’t hesitate and take your spot next to your brother. Words can’t describe how grateful you are that you’re not the only child in this fucked up family and that Chan is here. Every christmas is a blessing in your eyes because he’s here, a family member who cares.

His arm wraps around your shoulder and he pulls you in closer to him, pushing your head down to rest on his chest. “There, just like when you were a baby”.

“You mean a kid?”

“Fine, just like when you were a kid”, he states again, although in his head you will always be a ‘baby’.

“Oh please, when I was a kid you were just a teenager”, you scoff but don’t make the effort to move.

“Yeah but you still clung to me like a koala, so my point still stands.”

“Okay fine..”

“You’re still clingy”, he teases, when you don’t give your usual sarcastic response he clears his throat and starts speaking in a softer, more serious tone. “Mom said you’re ’moping around’..wanna tell me about that?”

“Things have just been…utter shit”, you respond simply.

“Utter shit?”, he questions, prompting you to further explain as he starts to run his fingers through your, messy, hair.

“I just…I feel like I’m stuck in time. Everyone else around me is moving on and I’m stuck in this spot. All my friends are starting to go to all sorts of house parties and get drunk off their heads, in school they keep shoving down future career paths down our throats and in general there’s just more and more work to be done ever single day...even mom and dad are talking about having me move out soon since technically it’s legal for me to move out after I turn sixteen—but I’m just, I don’t want to do any of that. I want to just be a kid for a little longer. In my head I’m still like eleven or like twelve—I’m not ready for all of this, I don’t want to be ready for all of this!”, you start rambling, your words flowing out quickly, as if you’ve been waiting to say all of this to someone.

“I see”, Chan responds. “I think…and hear me out, I think you’re just craving a normal childhood-one where you weren’t basically left to fend for yourself.”

You nod and he feels it’s safe to continue.

“You don’t want to grow up because you already feel like you have been at a higher maturity level since you were learning your ABC’s..”.

“How do you know exactly how to put this into simple words?”

“Because I know exactly how you feel. You know, I suppose when you were born I not only had to fend for myself, but also for you—and I do not hold it against you Y/N, you are the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I think if I was an only child in this family I would’ve gone insane.” You both giggle at his words but you both know he’s right. You know especially now in his absence that living in this house by yourself is not a nurturing and caring environment.

Chan continues speaking, “So you could say that from a young age I was acting like I was in my 30’s, taking care of myself, you, teaching you life lessons while learning them myself..and when it came to actually being a grown up..I didn’t want to do it because I felt like I already have been doing it. I wanted to just be able to I don’t know…play around with fucking legos or just go to the beach and build as many sandcastles as I desire, I wanted to reverse time and somehow get our parents to care for us and give the both of us the childhood we deserve. I still want that. I still wish that there was a switch I could flip and suddenly they’ll be asking more than the ‘required’ mundane questions…but…”, he trails off with a sigh.

“…That can’t happen”, you say. “Mhm, it can’t. So, trust me when I say that I understand how you feel.”

“How did you get over it?”, you ask.

“Well..it does turn out that adult life is a bit more complicated so I had to figure that out..but to heal my inner child..I did exactly what I wanted to, I realised that because I was an adult, no one could actually stop me from building sandcastles at the beach, or spending my first entire real pay check on all the lego sets I wanted and building them all”.

“Did it help?”

“Honestly, yeah. I gave myself what our parents couldn’t..or well wouldn’t and I felt much better about myself.” He pokes your arm, laughing a bit “Just don’t spend your first entire pay check on lego. I’ll teach you how to be smarter with money.”

“I feel bad you have to teach me these things.”

“Don’t. I want to.”, Chan replies. “The only reason I didn’t completely cut contact with mom and dad after I moved out was so I could see you like this, so I could continue to parent you because..you have so much potential Y/N..and our parents don’t provide you with an environment to encourage that kind of growth, they just want you to grow up and move out so they can be at peace, but I want you to thrive. I want you to be prepared and ready for whatever life throws at you. I want to encourage you in everything. I just want to help you. Make sure you have it better than anyone else..”. Chan’s words make you feel a pang in your chest, you close your eyes and slow your breathing, feeling his heartbeat as his fingers comb through your hair.

“Obviously, since you seem to be so nervous, I’ll tune my coaching down to a slower place, we can take this one small step at a time”.

“Thank you Channie. Really.”, you reply. “Mom and dad are no help at all…like no help. They just want me out of here.”

“I know…but it’s okay, you’ll figure yourself out, you’ll figure out what you want to do with your life, in your own time and I’ll be here in your corner supporting you every step of the way and teaching you things and well…everything I already said”, Chan reassures, patting your arm.

“Now…what if…we go and build a snowman or something?”, he suggests.

“A snowman?”, you laugh and sit up, meeting his eyes.

“What? It’ll be fun! I promise!”, Chan exclaims, “Come on don’t be a loser! Just come build a snowman with me!!”

“What you need me to sing it for you??”, he clears his throat. “Do you want to build a snowman? Come on let’s go and play-“

It’s only when you start laughing he does too. God when Frozen came out you both went through a terrible phase where you were obsessed with the movie..and when the second one came out god it all came back again.

“Okay Anna—let’s go build a snowman”.

That’s how your day ends. The two of you building multiple snowmen in the green in your estate (while your parents sat inside, oblivious to what their kids are doing). And honestly, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

You know that Chan would truly always be in your corner and you hope he knows you’ll always be in his. Neither of you asked to be born to parents who had no care in the world but at least the two of you had each other.

a/n: hope you liked this! i had to rush the ending a bit because I wanted it to be done by at least Christmas day so apologies!!!

p.s: if you have any reqs, feel free to ask!! just keep it sfw!!!

[titi-1188]

“Just for tonight”

“Take me with you. Please. Just for tonight.” Your heart clutches as his wide puppy dog eyes are looking up into yours, pleading silently. “Alright. Just for tonight.”

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WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol/being drunk

PAIRING: Felix x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.9k+

EXTRA INFO: Christmas, Idol X Regular Person, Lovers into Ex’s into Lovers again, ‘Forced’ breakup, Reader doesn’t care for holiday (Felix does), Drunk calls, sappiness, sobbing confessions, fluff STRICTLY SFW!!!!

A/N: As always, sorry for any mistakes, my english writing skills are NOT the best, I try to look over it and make sure everything makes sense to an outsider perspective of someone who ISN’T in my head but yk how it can be🩷 hehe i hope u like it!!! (can u tell idk how to write drunk people!)

Winter has never been your favourite season. It didn’t have anything to do with the weather or the short days, it’s the holiday that’s associated with it. The only person to ever make you like the holiday was your now ex, Lee Felix, who for the last 3 years has brought light into this usually dim holiday.

This will be your first Christmas without him, having broken up around four months prior due to both of yours busy schedules which led to never having the time for one another and constant stress and pressure, ending in the two of you hurting each other more than anything. What you didn’t know was that one late night phone call, will change your entire situation for the better.

On this cold winter day, after a full day of work, all you want to do is collapse onto your bed, forget about everything going on outside of the four walls of your room and go to sleep.

Which you manage to get done for a couple of hours, until you’re woken up by the familiar sound of your phone ringtone. You groan and reach over, not even looking at the caller ID as you decline the call, the red digits on the digital clock on your bedside table flashing ‘1:03am’.

As you go to roll over, your phone rings again. Frustration curses through your veins as you pick the phone up again, only to freeze as you read who exactly is calling you.

The name ‘Lixie’ flashes on your phone screen. You never had the heart to change the nickname or to block the number. You consider hanging up again but something in you wants to know why he’s calling you at this time and before you even realise it, you answer the phone and press it up to your ear.

“Hello?”, you ask, voice slightly hoarse from sleep.

A hiccup can be heard on the other line before a familiar deep voice can be heard “Y/N…hiiiii”, he hiccups again before continuing “Did I wake you up?”. His words are slurred and it doesn’t take a genius to realise he’s drunk.

“Yeah..you did”, you reply, trying to act casual and like hearing his voice again for the first time in four months doesn’t affect you in any way at all. “What’s wrong?”.

“Uhmm…I need help.”,he murmurs sheepishly, sounding slightly out of it.

“With what? Where are you Felix?”

“I went out to see the Christmas lights…and I got caught up at a stall or two trying champagnes..and I kept going and now I don’t feel my body”, he says, rambling quickly, sounding almost mind blown at his own actions.

“Felix..call one of your members to pick you up. Not me”, you say. Trying to sound stern. You wince as you hear the soft whine he lets out at the other end of the line.

“No!! Y/N you don’t get it..I wasn’t supposed to drink..or be out this late”, he whispers into the phone, as if he’s telling you a big secret. “If I come back to the dorm like this I’ll be in huge trouble!”

“Don’t you have anyone else to call?”

“…no”, he replies and you can hear the lie in his tone. You bite back a chuckle, he can *never* lie while drunk, for some reason he just always sounds really obvious.

“Please Y/N..it’s cold..”.

His soft ‘please’ pulls at your heartstrings and you just know you won’t be able to fall asleep after this phone call anyways so you might as well get him and bring him back to his dorm. “Fine..send me your location”.

“Yay!!”, he exclaims, giggling like a little child before abruptly hanging up and mere seconds after doing so, your phone pings as he sends you his current location. You sit up and silently brace yourself for this interaction you both will probably regret in the morning.

The streets are cold and empty as you drive towards him, your phone gps directing you to where Felix claimed he is. You try to stay calm but everything about this entire situation causes old feelings to resurface and you don’t know if you and your sensitive self can actually handle seeing him again.

In all honesty, neither of you wanted to break up. If it wasn’t for both of your circumstances you can confidently say that you’d still be together. Maybe that’s why neither of you removed each other on any socials, or blocked each other’s numbers. Maybe that’s why in his drunk state Felix could only think to call you and maybe that’s why you are actually driving over to a random spot in the city at 1am to get him.

You get to the street and park your car, stepping out, the cold air hitting your face. As you close the door and lock your car, you take a moment to look around your surroundings, you see the decorative lights on the trees and some, now closed, stalls. You decide to keep walking in the direction where the area was more lit.

It doesn’t take long to find Felix, sitting on the bench with his head leaning back, eyes closed. You take a moment to admire him silently, everything about him to this day was perfection and you’d be an absolute fool to try and deny it. He looked ethereal, basking in the soft lights with his blonde hair, freckled face and heart shaped lips that are currently curled up in a soft smile. You can see that his face is flushed from his drinking and you wonder if he’s asleep or does he always just look this peaceful.

You approach carefully as to not startle him too much. “Felix?”, you call out gently, the second his name is called his head whips up and his eyes open wide, smile growing as he sees your face. “Y/N!!”, he says, standing up quickly and almost falling over immediately, luckily you were within reach and caught him, stabling him.

“Be careful.”, you tell him and he blinks at you, clicking his tongue “I’m always careful, thank you very much”, he replies, an insane level of sass in his voice that takes you aback for a moment before he bursts into a fit of giggles. “Oh I’m so grateful you…came, Y/N…I literally feel like jello”, he slurs his words as he looks into your eyes, his face slightly dazed yet he still has recognisable sincerity in his face.

“I find it hard to believe you didn’t have anyone else to call”, you remark. He gulps, looking like a deer caught in headlights “I definitely did not have anyone”, he attempts to sound convincing but even to his drunk self he must sound pathetic because he groans and looks down at his shoes. “Fine, I won’t lie.”, he pauses for a second, hiccuping “I just wanted to see you.”, Felix looks back up into your eyes after his sudden confession and you feel a pang in your heart at the sight. “I’m sorry for waking you up”, he murmurs.

“No, no, it’s okay—I don’t mind”, you quickly say, wanting to make him feel better, suddenly feeling guilty about your earlier remark.

“Really?”, he asks. “Really.”, you reply, trying to sound confident at your own words.

“Come on, let’s just go back to the car and get you back to your dorm”, you say.

“No! I told you already..I’m not meant to be out! I can’t go back there like this!”, Felix whines, clutching onto your arm, his eyes looking up into yours. “Take me with you. Please. Just for tonight.” Your heart clutches as his wide puppy dog eyes are looking up into yours, pleading silently. “Alright. Just for tonight.”

Soon enough, you two are back in your car and instead of driving to his dorm, you’re driving the two of you to your apartment. Not something you planned for but apparently it doesn’t take much to convince you. Well, if it was anyone but him, you would like to hope you’d have more resistance but something about Felix just made any effort to say ‘no’ melt away.

You glance at him and a soft smile grows on your face as you see him leaning his head against the car window, breathing hot air onto the pane to draw random shapes with his finger. You feel yourself starting to reminisce and quickly avert your attention back to the road.

Apart from Felix’s soft humming and the soft wound of the engine running, the entire car ride is relatively silent and up until you pull up to your apartment buildings parking it stays that way.

During the ride home it started snowing, soft flakes falling down on the two of you as you led Felix towards the entrance. You make sure he’s standing up properly when you go to enter the security pin to enter the building. Once you get the door unlocked you turn to get Felix to follow you inside but you freeze for the millionth time that night seeing him.

This time he was leaning his head back, eyes closed, tongue sticking. You let out a giggle. “What are you doing?”, you ask.

“Waiting for a snowflake”, he replies quickly. “You can do that another time-it’s cold, let’s go inside”, you tell him as you continue to hold the door open.

He looks at you, then back up to the sky and back to you as if he was debating it before stumbling his way inside. You quickly follow in after him and close the door before making your way to the elevator. The entire ride up and during the small walk down the hall to your apartment, Felix is leaning on you, arm linked with yours and you can’t help but feel your heart beating just that bit quicker when he snuggles into your shoulder.

When you both manage to get into your apartment you take off your shoes and coat before helping him with his. The entire time he’s looking around, a frown on his face.

“What’s that look for?”, you ask as you hang his coat up, doing the same with the scarf he hands you.

“Where are your Christmas decorations?”, he asks “You used to have them up by now.”.

“I guess I didn’t get around to it this year”, you reply. Truth is, the only reason you’ve decorated your place for the holidays is because Felix used to help you do it. Without him and his slightly overwhelming Christmas spirit that brought joy to this holiday, you couldn’t find the motivation to even attempt at decorating, it’s not like you celebrated anyways.

“So we have to do it now!”, Felix exclaims, excited. “We can do the lights and the tree, hang up your stockings and-”

“It’s almost 2am, we’re not doing that”, you cut him off. “But Y/N-“, he whines but you start speaking again. “Another time..let’s get you to bed so you can sleep this off..you’re all red in the face..”.

You debate bringing him to either the living room or your bedroom, and before you can ask him which he’d prefer he goes off himself, almost tripping as he enters your room. You quickly follow after him and manage to catch glimpse of him collapsing onto your bed.

“I guess you’ve chosen where you want to sleep”, you say with a lighthearted tone as you walk over to the bed, helping him pull the covers up around him.

“Your bed is comfy~”, he says, a smile on his face.

“I’ll get you some water and painkillers for when you wake up”, you tell him and he nods at your words, snuggling into your pillow.

You return with the water and painkillers, placing them on the bedside locker, crouching down by the bed momentarily. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything Lixie”, you whisper, the nickname rolling off of your tongue naturally. He looks up at you, confused. “You won’t stay here?”, he questions, brows furrowing deeper.

“N-no, no I don’t think that’s a good idea”, you tell him. A pout forms on his lips instantly and he looks up at you again, utilising those puppy eyes of his. Even in this state he knows how to win you over. “Please Y/N…I won’t be able to sleep alone, I haven’t been able to sleep alone..I need you by my side”, he says, his voice a mix of whining and pleading “I want to get at least one more sleep with you”.

You’re going to regret this later but you sigh before making your way to the other side of the bed. The second the mattress dips under the added weight of your body Felix rolls over and grabs you, wrapping his body around yours. As you look at his face, you’re met with his dazed smile and flushed cheeks, your faces are too close for comfort, way too close for comfort.

“Comfortable?”, you ask, raising a brow. He nods before burying his head in the crook of your neck. Maybe he is too comfortable.

There’s a moment of silence where everything is peaceful, the only noise in the room being the both of yours breathing.

“Can you play with my hair like you used to?”, he murmurs, words still slightly slurred, but not as bad as earlier. “Of course”, you reply softly, your fingers going up to softly play with the hair at the back of his neck. He hums in content, burying his face deeper in your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much honey…my honey”, he whispers and it takes you a second to register his words and nickname. He misses you? His honey? While you were still together he loved calling you honey, claiming you were just as sweet if not sweeter than the nectar. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you shouldn’t have went to get him, brought him back here or got in the same bed as him. You’re about to say something, anything, to put an end to this when you hear light snoring coming from him. You look down and he is out like a light, his soft breaths warm against your neck.

Maybe as much as this is a bad idea, it wouldn’t hurt anyone to spend just one more night like this with him. You can’t deny that you haven’t missed it either, and that your sleep hasn’t been as good as it had been with him. Maybe you should just let yourself have this. That’s how you comfort yourself about this entire situation before falling fast asleep.

The next morning, you wake up, alone in bed. You look at the bedside locker and see the empty water glass and missing painkillers. Glancing at the clock the digits ‘10:06am’ flash red. Felix must’ve already left.

Or that’s what you think, until you hear clattering in the living room. You immediately shoot up in bed and get up. Walking towards the living room. The closer you get the louder the sounds of humming and shuffling around coming from the living room get.

Upon walking into the living room you simply stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you. Felix is decorating your living room. You watch as he is mid decorating your Christmas tree, back to you, mouth agape as you take in the sight of your living room. He’s already done with the fireplace, the small window display, and has put out the festive pillows and blankets onto your couch. You can’t tell whether you should be mad or oddly happy.

He still hasn’t noticed your presence as he’s humming some Christmas tune to himself so you clear your throat, grabbing his attention. He turns around, bauble in hand, looking like he just caught committing a crime.

“Oh! Y/N!”, he sounds surprised, as if he didn’t expect you to be here in your own apartment, “I hope you don’t mind—I wanted more water..and it just looked so sad undecorated and I know you wouldn’t have done it yourself because you’re a bit of a Scrooge but even Scrooge understood the Christmas cheer in the end so I just thought I could maybe-”. “It’s..okay”, you cut him off, looking around the place “You did a good job for someone that should be hungover..”, you flash him a small smile and he grins sheepishly at your words before you continue “Feeling okay?”.

Felix nods “Oh yeah-I don’t even feel hungover! Those painkillers literally got at my headache instantly, I feel as good as new, and I mean it was nice to get a good sleep..I only woke up like an hour ago..I slept like a baby honestly.” You nod at his words, leaning against your doorframe. He looks up at you,“..Did you sleep well?”, he asks, sounding a bit uncertain, almost like he’s scared to ask the question.

“I did”, you reply “Better than I have in a while.”

“Yeah..me too..if I haven’t made that clear already”, he chuckles dryly.

There’s a pause where the two of you just stand there in silence, and it is Felix who breaks it “I should probably go..I shouldn’t be bothering you like this..”.

“Wait no-”, you protest and he looks up at you, waiting for you to continue. “You already started decorating…might as well finish it right?”. “Right”, he nods, smiling. “Can I help?”, you ask and he nods.

You walk over to where he’s standing at the Christmas tree and neither of you have to say anything as you both go back to decorating it. It takes you back to the last Christmas you two spent together. Baking all kinds of treats like gingerbread houses, cinnamon rolls, Felix’s brownies, making your own decorations from scratch (paper snowflakes that after hours of attempting you both gave up on), listening to Christmas music and dancing together around the living room, but the memory that stuck out to you the most had to have been all your Christmas movie nights, where you’d cuddle on the couch with him under one of your various blankets and watched the most cringiest rom-com Christmas movies. You can still remember the way he’d hold you and trace shapes idly on your skin as you both watched the movie, snacking on whatever you two baked that day.

The two of you back then would have never thought you’d be broken up now. The two of you back then would’ve actually laughed at the thought. However the new year ahead had different plans for you both and everything led to the day you both mutually decided it would be best for the both of you to end things. Even then you sobbed in each other’s arms for an hour before Felix forced himself to leave.

Before you know it, your eyes are welling up with tears and Felix is looking at you concerned. “Y/N…”, he says your name shakily and you already know the second you look up his face will look exactly like yours does right now. One thing about the two of you was that you were both too sensitive and emotional for your own good, and when one of you started crying-so did the other.

As you two make eye contact, the tears just start falling and you drop the baubles your holding, causing a small clatter on the floor, before his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him as he hugs you and you hug him.

“I miss you so much.”, he says through his tears. “I miss you too”, you reply, your head on his shoulder, slightly leaning into his neck. You can still smell the lingering smell of champagne on him but underneath that it’s just his innate smell that strangely brings you a tremendous amount of comfort.

“It’s been..so shitty..I didn’t think it could get worse but it did..I literally..”, Felix chokes out, sobbing. You understand how he feels. The breakup didn’t benefit either of you. On the contrary it made it everything worse. You nod against him to show him you get it and you just know you got the message across to him.

You stay like that for a little while until your sobs turn into sniffles and your legs start hurting from the standing. You both take a seat on the couch beside each other, legs touching.

“I would say I’m sorry for..calling and causing this but..I’m really not”, Felix admits, sniffling “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see you more in my life ever than in the last four months last night..to me anyways, was the best opportunity to see you again.”

“Either way you’re forgiven”, you reply. “I think I’ve been trying to hide it but nothing got better like we thought it would.”

Felix lets out a small scoff, covering his face with his hands. “We thought we were doing the right thing…idiots…as if either of us could live without the other”. He peeks out at you through a gap in his fingers, trying to gauge out your reaction and it’s only when he sees a soft smile on your lips he puts his hands down.

“We…were acting like idiots”, you say and the two of you let out a chuckle. Almost in sync you both turn to face each other on the couch better, you tucking your legs on under you while Felix sits crisscrossed.

He reaches over, wiping your tears with a soft smile on your face before you mirror his actions on him. “Maybe…we should..just pick up where we left off?”, he asks with a look of anticipation on his face. “Maybe we should.” He takes ahold of your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “I love you honey, I always have and always will.”, he says and a smile breaks out on both of your faces. “I love you too sunshine.”

He drops your hand, only to grab you by the waist and pull you on top of him as he falls back on the couch, the two of you giggling. “Should we go out for brunch as a date?”, he asks, pecking your temple before resting his head on yours. “I think we should, as a nice treat”. “Good..I know a place”, he murmurs into your hair. “But first I want to finish that Christmas tree”. “But honey-”, he whines playfully. “Lee Felix we are not leaving until that’s done, no way!”. He laughs at your more authoritative tone. “Fine fine..I suppose we’ll finish it”.

“Did I tell you I love you?”, he asks, you can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Not enough”, you reply jokingly. “Well you’ll be hearing it a lot now”, he says before lifting your face up again to look you directly in your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

extra note: i’m trying to make a post including mh masterlist, fandoms and req rules but holy shit it’s a PROCESS. (my links aren’t working and i’m tweaking out)

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♡🐶 + 🐬♡

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I Love You.

WARNINGS: Mild cursing & Fighting

PAIRING: Felix x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

EXTRA INFO: College Au, SFW!!!!

A/N: As always, sorry for any mistakes, my english writing skills are NOT the best🩷+ i LOVE college au’s and have so many ideas for it…so should i make a college AU series based off this maybe (or not i can take req!!)?

It was around 2.30am—you, you’re boyfriend Felix and the rest of your friend group was at a seniors ‘Back To School’ college party—and at this point of the night you were all leaving. You and Felix were walking down the crowded hall, hand in hand to where you knew at least Chan and Changbin were waiting so you could leave together and go catch your uber back.

The hall was loud and crowded, you were already getting slightly overwhelmed and were tuning things out—including whatever some random dudes yelled at the two of you. You wanted to keep walking, but your boyfriend had other plans, having immediately turned around at the comment, defensive. “Lixie come on—“, you try pulling him back—and fail. Felix pulled away from your hold, and walked up the dude “What did you say?”, he said defensively eyeing the guy up and down.

“Felix come back—let’s just go!”, you call out but it’s like your voice just blends into the crowd as Felix’s attention is fixed on the guy in front of him as he repeats the words he just spoke. And before you could say anything else, Felix threw a punch at the guy. You absolutely hate fighting, hate it. You get so overwhelmed. “Felix!! Stop it!”, you yell to no use as the two are now brawling, and you’re getting pushed back by people who want to be closer to the fight.

You quickly remember—Chan and Changbin are at the end of the hallway. You run down—telling them what’s going on, they run down the opposite end of the hall, pushing through the crowd of people to get to their friend while Hyunjin, who surprisingly wasn’t totally wasted, saw you’re clear distress and started pulling you towards the exit “Come on—we’ll catch the first uber, they’ll get in the next one”.

Chan and Changbin push their way through the crowd, and make it to where the two are fighting—people all around them have their phones out, recording the scene in front of them.

Changbin grabs Felix by the collar “Calm down Felix! Calm it!”, Changbin yells—holding him back while Chan steps between the two. “Everyone calm down—it’s over, fights over!!”, the three watch as the other guys friends drag him away too, now that Felix and him are separated.

Felix is catching his breath and Changbin loosens his grip on him just for Chan to grab him by the shoulders firmly. “What the fuck?! Have you gone mad!? What do you think you’re at Felix?!”. Felix takes a heavy breath and responds quickly “You-you would’ve done the same if you heard what he said about her!!”. Felix can still feel his anger, you getting compared to a fucktoy of all things made him see pure red. “Channie he called her a fucktoy-for no fucking reason!! We were literally just walking past him and he-he said that about her! Why would anyone just—”

You. Suddenly he remembers that you were supposed to be there and looks around quickly, panic seeping into his eyes. “Where..where is she..?”. Chan sighs, rubbing his temple “I think Hyunjin took her with him—she was not in a state to wait for you”. Panic officialy sets in Felix “I scared her, didn’t I? Oh god…she probably didn’t hear him and just saw me punch him..oh my god..”, he runs a hand through his hair. Changbin looks at him “Look, let’s just go back to their house, you can talk to her there…our uber will be here soon”

The first to react to the three coming into the house is, Jeongin. The reaction consisting of a loud gasp, reacting to Felix’s face. “Dudeee—your face is all fucked”, he exclaims. Felix indeed had a bruised lip, that was bleeding a tiny bit, and bruising on his cheek and a cut just under his eyebrow. “Jeongin is being dramatic—here I’ll get you something”, Minho says, although he doesn’t seem to believe his own words as he retreats into the kitchen. “The other guy looked ten times worse”, Changbin says, almost amazed “Bloody nose, bruised eye..bruised lip..just in general fucked up face..those years of taekwondo paid off Felix”.

“I’m not proud of it…I just got so angry and..”, Felix starts but Seungmin buts in “What did the other guy even do?”. “He said something horrible about Y/N..I just”, Felix starts before Changbin interrupts him, using a teasing tone “Our sunshine just felt the need to protect his love”. “Ah yes, an action of true love—getting into a brawl”, Hyunjin states, rolling his eyes a bit as Minho comes back handing Minho an ice pack and a rag. “Thanks”, Felix mumbles “Speaking of love…where is she?”. “She went to shower, you might just catch her before she starts”, Seungmin replies, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch with a half-asleep Han, not exactly impressed with Felix’s actions. Y/N was his best friend ever since him, Jeongin and Y/N moved into this house in freshman year of college (since it was cheaper than dorms on campus). Anything done to upset her—upset him even more.

You were in the ensuite bathroom of your bedroom, getting ready for your shower, just finished taking your makeup off when there’s a knock on the door, Felix entering the bathroom. You two make eye contact in the mirror.

“Baby?”, he speaks softly walking in and closing the door. “Felix..your face”, you turn around and face him, leaning on the counter behind you. He stands in front of you. “It’s not that bad”, Felix smiles softly. You take the rag off him and wet it under the tap, squeezing it and then proceeding to carefully clean the now dried blood from under his eyebrow and lip. “It shouldn’t even be like this in the first place.”, you sigh “I mean really Lix—getting into a fight? At our age?”. “You didn’t hear what he said”, Felix replies, leaning on the counter, his hands either side of you. “Whatever it was…I don’t think it deserved a right hook to the face. You should know better.”. Felix sighs and looks you dead in the eye. “I think calling you a fucktoy is worth ten times more than a right hook to the face.”

You freeze momentarily and he is quick to act, taking away the rag in your hands, tossing it into the sink with his ice pack and taking your hands into his.

“Listen…Y/N, I am so sorry he said that about you and more importantly I am so sorry that you saw me do that, saw me start a fight like this, but one thing I am not going to apologise for is standing up for you. I will always stand up for you purely because I love you so much. I will be willing to fight for you till the end of times because of how much I love you”, he cups your face in his hands, softly caressing your cheeks. “I don’t want you to think I’m violent or anything..looking to beat people up..to fight with people. I just..I lost control for a mere moment when someone was insulting you. I will not hesitate to fight for the ones I love and you are on the top of that list. So I—”.

You cut him off. “You love me?”. Realisation dawns on him—he just informed you that he loves you. For the first time. “Yes, I love you.”, he states, without even a second of hesitation. “I love you too.”, You reply, leaning up and pecking his lips carefully—very much aware of how they must be hurting “And I accept your apology”. “Are you sure?”. “Yes, I’m sure—I’d only not accept if your face was damaged more than it is now”, you reply with a slight chuckle. “You seemed more upset earlier? According to everyone”. “I just got..really overwhelmed, I hate being in those kinds of situations”.

Felix smiles softly “So for future references, protect my face and don’t fight in front of you?”. “Not that there should be a need for future references but yes that is what I’d prefer”.

“Of course my love”, he replies before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You pull away slightly “Your lip, Lixie”. “Don’t care, I want to kiss you”. He kisses you again and pulls away with a sigh of relief, a content look on his face. “You..wanna shower? I’ll wash your hair for you”. You nod and he smiles at you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. “Alright—let’s wash up then”, Felix says.

That night, after watching some random cartoon movie with the rest, the two of you fall asleep in your bed, in each other’s embrace. You both went to sleep feeling safe and more importantly knowing you’re loved by the person you cherish the most.

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NSFW DNI, NON-MINORS DNI

authors note : first fic that i’m basing off of my dream, hope u enjoy !!

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Reunited.

Walking into the canteen for the first time in the facility they were in—the ‘safe haven’ as Janson, the man who saved them, calls it—Minho couldn’t help but find that his line of vision kept on moving towards this girl sitting at the end of a table, across some scrawny looking kid. It is like there was some gravitational pull that wanted him to go to her.

Who exactly is this girl? Why does he feel like he knows her?

“Hello? Earth to Minho?”, Frypan said to get the boys attention—waving his hand in front of his face. Minho snapped out of it and looked back to his friends. “What? Someone caught your eye?”, Newt questioned—trying to find the person Minho was looking at by forcing himself into his line of vision.

“What? What, no, never—who do you think I am?”, Minho responds, acting offended.

“Just saying—you were definitely staring at someone…just who”, Frypan says, mimicking Newt’s actions trying to spot the one who got Minho speechless.

“Shut your holes—there’s no one.”

“Okay okay…don’t get too defensive”, Frypan says, raising his hands in defeat, Newt backs off as well turning his attention to Thomas.

Minho sneaks one last glance at the girl, only this time to find her looking back. They hold eye contact, something in their heads clicking before looking away at the same time, looking back again, and finally looking away. Minho involves himself in the conversation happening around him.

“How long you guys been here?”, Newt asks. “Not long, just a day or two”, the boy across them who Thomas and now Newt are talking to responds. “Those kids over there have been here the longest—almost a week.“, he indicates to the girl Minho could not stop looking at and the boy she’s sitting with.

“They’re from the same maze—he was the only guy”, another guy interjects, a small smirk on his face.

“Really?”, Minho questions. “Some guys have all the luck”, the first guy replies, slight jealousy in his tone.

There’s a brief silence before it’s interrupted, the man—Mr.Janson, who is responsible for them being her walking in the door, followed by his men. “Good Evening, gentlemen, ladies. You all know how this works—you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me”, he gestures towards them “who will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.”

He began listing, stopping at eight names, the teens in the canteen groaning in disappointment. However, Minho wasn’t exactly paying attention when all this was happening—his gaze again fixed on the girl and boy at the end of a table who seem to keep their gazes low when Janson walked in, and as Thomas got up to go after Theresa, taking all the attention with him, he decided now was a good time to go and talk to this mysterious girl.

He strides over, leaning on the table—looking down at the girl, the boy across from her indicates for her to look up. And so she does and their gazes meet.

And suddenly he doesn’t know what to say. Actually being up close to her and making eye contact like this suddenly just took all the words out of him.

“Hello?”, the girls speaks, snapping him back to reality. “Hey…uhm—do you—do I..do we know each other?”. The girl and boy exchange a look, Minho glances down at the two before fixing his gaze on her again. “I don’t…think so”, she replies. “I just—there’s something, and we—“, a quick realisation hits him and he continues “you made eye contact with me I know you know what I’m talking about.”

The girl gives the other boy a quick nod—he reciprocates that and stands up, walking off. “I think I know what you’re talking about but I don’t know what it is either”, she says, making direct eye contact. “Maybe we knew each other before the maze?”

Their memories before the maze were supposed erased—but when she said that, it was like it made perfect sense in Minho’s head. Maybe she was important, maybe she was someone he couldn’t forget.

“Okay well—if that’s the case, maybe we should reintroduce ourselves?”, he says in a tone that screams ‘isn’t this the obvious thing to do’.

The girl rolls her eyes hearing the suggestion but looks up at him again “Y/N”. She sticks out her hand to him, he takes it into his “Minho”. They shake hands. He takes in the way she looks, her eye shape, the way her hair frames her face—just her face. He knows this face. This face was important. “Who’s your friend?”, Minho looks around trying to spot the guy who was sitting with her. “Aris—he was the guy in my maze, we escaped and we’re brought here”. “Cool cool cool…”, Minho sits down beside her.

“So…”, she starts, looking at him. “So..?”. “Say something”. He looks at her “You say something.”. “Well—no, you’re the one who came to me”. “Well you could put some effort in as well, I can’t be doing all the work”. “Jesus you’ve been sitting here for not even a minute and you’re already insufferable”, Y/N sighs, rubbing her temple.

“Okay—fine, I’ll start a conversation“, he states. Minho thinks for a moment before looking back at Y/N “What’s your favourite…colour?”. “Seriously?”, she asks, slightly in disbelief, raising her brows. “Seriously. What is your favourite colour?”.

A quick pause. “…pink, what’s yours?”, Y/N replies, asking him the same question he asked her. “I guess I like…blue and like a dark green”, Minho responds “Ooh a dark green? We’re really getting into specifics and personal things here”, Y/N teases, chuckling. “Shut it..”, Minho says, a grin on his face.

And that’s how it went—small simple questions. Getting to know each other, growing more comfortable—until it was time to get to bed.

Two people who used to be lovers brought back together by fate.

Reunited.

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sigh i still don’t know how to feel about this but oh well!!

hope u enjoyed it :))