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skybluewritings · 4 months

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Last Summer: Felix Catton x fem!reader Part 1

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Word count: 1.3K

Note: This will be a slight diversion to the plot of the film!

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She'd never had as good a friend as Felix. There was something seriously human about him, he was the kind of person to look you in the eye when you spoke. He made you feel like there was no one else in the world he would rather be speaking to. She had been friends with him since their first year and like the rest of Oxford had become infatuated with him.

It had hit her one day just why he made her feel so giddy and nervous throughout their nearly three year friendship. They had been studying hard in his bedroom for upcoming exams, when she had looked up from her notebook.

She had been sat on his floor, back against the mattress, with him behind her up on the bed legs crossed. She had shifted herself to look up at him, his brows furrowed in concentration. Then his brown eyes gently met hers and her stomach had flipped.

He grinned at her. "What?"

"Oh nothing." She said with a laugh. "I think I'm just a little tired."

Except it wasn't nothing, she was all too aware of what it was she was feeling.

He sighed in agreement. "God me too! Let's take a break in a minute before my eyes slide out my head."

They had gone back to their respective studying although hers was now plagued by just how she was going to hide her newly realised feelings?

He had never given her any reason to suggest he felt the same. He was kind and respectful to her but he was like that with everyone. Despite their obvious close friendship their circle of friends seemed to sometimes suspect they were secretly hooking up. Sly looks and nudges were exchanged whenever the two left the room together. And this was particularly bought to light at one of the very last parties their final year of university.

They were all sat in the kitchen of some random person's house. The conversation up until then had been normal, the discussion being a reflection of their time spent at University.

Her friend sat opposite her, swirled her drink. "There's something that I-well we have always wondered."

(Name) intrigued leant forward a little. "Yeah what would that be?"

Her friend continued. "Why you and Felix never got off with eachother?"

"What sort of question is that?" (Name) asked laughing lightly.

"Yes exactly what sort of question is that, when they obviously have gotten off with eachother." Farleigh interjected with a smirk, the rest of the group snickered at his comment like school children.

She choked a little on her glass wine. She wiped at her chin with the sleeve of her cardigan, her face feeling very hot.

"There is no way that two people with that much chemistry have never once even kissed I don't believe it!" Another member of the group added.

Before she had a chance to defend herself, the worst possible thing happened. She felt slight pressure on the back of her chair, she glanced behind her to see Felix stood behind her both hand resting on the top of the chair. She wanted the fucking floor to open up and consume her whole.

"Who's never kissed?" Felix asked the group.

"You tell us." Farleigh told him giving his cousin a knowing look. "Or maybe (Name) can tell you."

(Name) felt her body turn rigid, she didn't look at Felix completely. "It was just a shit joke about a couple of our old lecturers." She blatantly lied.

Farleigh looked ready to pipe up again but before he could she rose from her seat.

"Felix do you fancy going for a cig?" She asked her best friend.

"Yes sure-" She quickly grabbed his wrist. "Oh okay."

The table burst out laughing, Felix gave her a confused look she chose to ignore. She steered them away from the table as he followed behind her slightly bewildered.

Once they were safely outside they lent against the wall, various students were littered across the back garden. She reached into her bag and realised she'd forgotten her cigarettes.

"Can I steal one of yours, I forgot mine." She apologised with a sigh.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack, taking one for himself and her. He lit his with ease before handing the lighter to her. She repeatedly tried to light the cigarette but the summer breeze stopped her.

"Here let me." He said, covering his hands over hers, forming a barrier against the air.

She tried to ignore the spark that ran through her hands as his own rested on hers. The cigarette was finally lit, she took a drag and rested her head against the wall with closed eyes.

There was silence for a few moments before he spoke. "Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just needed a break from all the people." She admitted, opening her eyes.

"Am I not also people?" He said jokingly.

"No you don't count." She replied.

He pretended to gasp. "So you don't see me as a person? Ouch."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "We both know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah I know." He told her with a soft smile that she returned.

He looked stunning in the golden evening light, chosing to wear a thin linen shirt the top few buttons undone. She smoothed out a crease in her short floral dress, somehow it helped distract her wandering mind.

"I can't believe it's all just over." She said waving her hand.

"Yeah me either. Soon you'll be abroad with your masters degree and I'll be here.." His voice seemed to trail off.

"You do know you can come visit me right?"

"Yes of course I do, which I'll definitely take you up on. But it doesn't mean I won't miss you."

Her chest tightened. "I'm-I'm not leaving for a month, plenty of time still left for us to hangout."

He nodded. "Definitely."

They both fell silent again. An international masters degree would be just what she needed to forget her feelings for him, this would be good for her!

"I have a bit of an idea." He told her.

"What would that be?" She asked carefully.

An excited glimmer appeared in his eyes. "Why don't you come spend your last month with me at my family home, we've been friends for so long that it's ridiculous you've never visited!"

She let out a surprised laugh. "Felix I would love to but are you sure that wouldn't be imposing on your family? I mean a month is a longtime."

He shook his head. "You wouldn't be imposing at all! You would actually be doing me a favour if anything, it'd be nice to finally have good memories of my summer at home."

She wondered what he meant by that, but chose to not press for answers just yet. Should she do this? She'd heard pleasant stories about his family and once even met his sister who was nice enough. And whilst she adored her own family and hometown friends it might be cool to spend a month in a huge country estate!

"You know what sure I'll come with you!" She agreed, hopeing she'd made the right choice his grin giving her some proof of that.

#friends to lovers #felix catton #saltburn #felix catton x reader #Felix catton x fem!reader

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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❥ Super Board

genre → fluff

pairing → skz x reader

warnings → secret relationships

word count → 0.7k

summary → this request right here <3

Chan

“Chan! Chan!” The man in question groans when he heard Seungmin’s voice calling out for him. His buff arms pull you even closer to him allowing him to bury his face in your neck. “No one’s home.” Chan’s voice can barely be heard in your neck. The studio door opens and you can hear Seungmin gasp. Looking up at him, his eyes and mouth open wide. “I knew it! I told the others but they didn’t believe me! I was right!” Chan watches as Seungmin practically sprints out of the room yelling for the others. “I should’ve locked the door.”

Minho

Han’s eyebrows creased even further when he noticed Minho phone case. It had changed from the cats to being clear with a photo in the back. “Hey Minho, could I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to text Chan.” Minho didn’t think twice about it before handing Jisung his phone. Waiting until Minho went back to talking to Changbin, and when he finally did, Han flipped over his phone to see a cute photo of you and Minho in a photobooth giving each other a small peck. Han’s eyebrow’s went upwards at the discovery. Once he handed back Minho’s phone, he decided to say something. “So Minho, minding explaining why you and you’re ‘best friend’ are kissing each other in that photo?”

Changbin

He didn’t think the boys would notice the new lock screen. Not when they were practicing their new choreography. Going to fill up his water bottle on their break, he didn’t expect to come back too the others staring at him. After a small staring contest between all of them, Chan eventually broke the silence. “So….who’s the cutie on your lock screen?”

Hyunjin

“Whatcha doing hyung?” The maknae walks into the art room. “Just painting.” Hyunjin refuses to take his attention off of the art, knowing that there was a high probability he would make a mistake and everything for you had to be perfect. “What are you painting?” Hyunjin freezes, you had only been dating about two months and none of the boys knew. “Just a picture I saw on pinterest.” He mumbles. “Really? Because I think that looks oddly familiar to my friend.” Hyunjin knows he screwed now.

Han

“Han, it’s about three now, are you coming with us?” Changbin says while yawning. “Not yet. I just got hit with some more inspiration. I’ll meet you guys back at the dorms.” Changbin frowns but agrees. “Alright, goodnight.” “Goodnight.” Changbin shuts the door and Han can hear his footsteps leave. Han isn’t sure when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Changbin shaking his shoulder. “What’s up hyung, what do you need?” Han isn’t able to say the sentence without a yawn. “Just reading your rap and curious as to who the person you wrote about is.” That wakes Han up. “I didn’t write that rap about anyone.” Changbin just gives him a look that shows he didn’t believe him. “Yeah? Is that name just a random one? It didn’t come from anyone?”

Felix

“Who’s that next to your sister?” Minho whispers to Felix. “Hmm?” Felix looks over at his band mate ‘confused’. “The person next to your sisters, I haven’t seen them before but it seems like your sisters are close.” Minho watches as Felix stays silent with no explanation as to who you were to him. “They’re just a friend…” Even Felix cringes at the hesitation in his voice. Minho lifts up an eyebrow at that. “A friend or a friend?” Felix once again hesitates, letting Minho know the answer. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the others.”

Seungmin

“Can we go into this shop?” Felix looks confused but nonetheless agrees. “What are you looking for? Anything specific?” Seungmin just nods his head no. His eyes then lock onto a puppy plushie. He walks over to it and grabs it before walking back to the checkout, Felix struggling to catch up. As they’re waiting in line, Felix asks if it was for someone special, expecting Seungmin to give him a side eye, but he didn’t expect Seungmin to blush and have no words to defend himself with.

Jeongin

Hyunjin scoffed when he was the one to go fetch the maknae who had, once again, slept in past the practice time. Unlocking the door, grumbling as he makes it to the bedroom, he freezes when he sees two bodies on Jeongin’s bed. Creeping closer, he realizes that it’s you, the person who Jeongin adamantly says is just a friend. Hyunjin scoffs at that. Yeah, a friend who cuddles with their other friends and who look at each other with heart eyes constantly.

©️tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

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lilyrachelcassidy · 2 months

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'Amity' (Felix Catton x Reader)

A/N: Hiya, y'all. Welcome back after this what-seems-like-forever hiatus. Coming back with a fully-fluffy fluff, so if you are feeling mushy today, go for it.

Warnings: As much as I love exploiting TGs, today is not the day.

Summary: Some fluffy encounter with Felix.

Word Count: 0.6k

"Y/N, yeah?" asked a voice behind you.

You turned around, clearly startled to see no other than Felix Catton right in front of you. It was unforeseen, seeing as he had never engaged in nothing beyond a quick gaze exchange with you. You always wondered who would be the one to give in and finally initiate a conversation, should that ever happen in the first place.

"What's up?" you asked, innocently, bestowing him with a friendly grin on your part. Instinctively, he reciprocated the gesture.

"Uhm.. yeah. So I have seen you around the campus. Plenty of time, actually. We never really had a chance to talk... And I... you know..." He began toying with his fingers, momentarily losing your gaze.

Was he stressed? It seemed so... A bizarre sight it was, seeing a flustered man of two meters stumbling upon his words and blushing like a girl. Upon his downcast smile, your grin ever so widened at the cuteness of this scene.

But gosh, was he bewitching. These doe brown eyes and slightly too-long-hair played the tricks on your mind as he stood there, dwarfing over your figure with his lofty posture.

"You know, if you want to ask me out..." A taunting smirk pained on your lips. "I would be more than pleased to say 'yes.'"

He instantaneously, somehow with too much animation, looked at you from the ground. His eyes held a state of avidity and relief in them. After ogling you for a few seconds, frozen, he probably realized that he was gaping and so he smiled at you keenly with his gaze momentarily dropping to your lips. It was a hasty action, almost imperceptible if you weren't scrutinizing his face. But you noticed.

"Really?" he more sighed than asked. Even so, your eyes lit up and you nodded, trying to pull off the most composed version of yourself, yet failing miserably. "So that's cool."

You both laughed at that. You studied each other's expressions for longer than necessary, the two of you somehow locked in the moment and not able to draw away. Somewhere in the background, someone called out your name and it finally clicked that you should probably get going at this point.

"Listen, as much as I love talking to you... I have to go," you said with a pout which was actually genuine. You detested the fact that you couldn't stay out any longer, delve into the chat with Felix; but your teacher probably had already begun the lecture and it didn't deem ideal for you to lose another one of disquisitions after a day of a hangover break. Or a series of such breaks.

Felix pursed his lips, disappointment imparting on his features. With a mere nod of acknowledgment, he forced on a smile, making some nugatory movement with his arms as if suddenly not knowing what to do with them. "So see you after classes, yeah?"

"Mhm..." you hummed, casually smiling at him in response. Once he started to walk away, his long legs taking the strides that quickly carried him away from you, you determined to ask him one last question before departing: "Don't you want my phone number or something?"

He only twisted his head over his shoulder to get a better view of you. Then he beamed at you. "Already got it."

And he winked. A cocky, playful wink that made your insides flip.

A minute or two later, your phone screen lit up with the unknown number sending over a text: "So a picnic, next weekend?"

xoxoxooxooxoxoox

A/N: I feel like everyone at some point of their lives has to have a crush on Jacob Elordi. Imo the best version of him is the one in Saltburn, like *a girly scream of thirst.* As always, constructive criticism and whatever feedback highly appreciated.

#felix catton x reader #felix catton #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x you #felix catton imagine #felix x reader #saltburn 2023 #saltburn #Jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi imagine

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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The Interview

Hi guyss! Thank you so much for the support for my last post, here’s another idea I’ve had and if you want a part 2 to any of my stories feel free to reach out to me!

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summary: You’re an actress in Spain who supports atletico and are asked in an interview about Joao’s goal against your team, you playfully answer and receive a notification afterwards.

genre: fluff

pairing: Joao Felix x Y/N

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So, Y/N, we’re coming to the end of our interview but before that, I see here in my cards that you’re a die hard Atletico fan. Is it true?” Jim, the interviewer asked. You giggled.

“It’s true Jim, growing up, my dad was a football man. We spent every weekend watching games in the stadium or at home and I still do, just not going to games because of my crazy schedule, just watching them with my Griezmann shirt at home. We’re all big fans.” you answered truthfully. You loved watching the games but sometimes it was hard to catch up.

“So, did you watch the game they played against Barcelona?” he asked, intrigued.

“I did, actually. It was heartbreaking.” you said.

“Oh yeah yeah. Felix scoring the goal.”

“Yeah, it was hard to watch because I always knew he was a good player, seeing him score against us was hard.” you answered hoping that nobody would get upset because as much as it was true, you knew you had to make interviews professionally. Especially the live ones.

Soon after, the interview was done and you were in the backstage grabbing your items to head out. It was an off-day and you had planned on going home and not do anything.

When you went into the house, your dog, Biscuit was waiting for you at the door. You played with her for a few minutes and then grabbed some treats from the kitchen and a blanket to make yourself cozy and watch some TV but your phone vibrating like crazy meant the interview was up and everyone had seen it. You weren’t a big time celebrity but your recent role in a Netflix series has gained you tons of attention.

You were going through your message requests seeing the good and the bad things people said until one name caught your eye.

Joao Felix

Sorry to break your heart 💔 he said. You stared at the message for what felt like an eternity.

Maybe one or two footballers slid in your dm’s in the past months but none had any effect on you but Joao’s single sentence made your tummy flip. Was he mad? How could you respond to this, if you were to respond of course because you shouldn’t. Right?

It’s a little late for that, what’s done is done, you wrote but deleted right after, was it too harsh. You always had a weird sense of humor and enjoyed banter in flirting but you didn’t even know if this was flirty.

Well, you could always make up for it, you wrote then but feared it might be too forward, what if he was just apologizing genuinely to a fan? Oh god that would be embarrassing.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just your job” you wrote and sent. This is the most appropriate, you thought. And maybe, he wouldn’t even respond after this.

You were wrong, he replied back in a minute.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

Okay, this wasn’t about all fans, you thought. Because he specifically asked what could he do for you. Breathe Y/N, breathe.

Before replying, you quickly went onto his page, he was an amazing looking athlete there’s no denying and you’re single so you shouldn’t feel bad about the butterflies in your stomach.

“You could start with a dinner.” you replied and threw the phone on the couch scared of his response. Oh god, you hope you didn’t misread the interaction.

After a few minutes you decided this was stupid and picked the phone up.

“My pleasure. Tonight at 8?” he wrote and you nearly screamed, this gorgeous man was taking you out tonight and you were already shaking.

You quickly said ok and decided to have a long shower and get ready since it’s already 5. He also asked for your location to pick you up at 8.

After the shower you went into your closet trying to decide on what to wear and ended up with a navy dress and did your makeup. Just as you were putting on earrings, you heard the door knock. You tried calming yourself and opened the door and saw the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on with a big smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Hi.” he said sheepishly.

“Hi.” you replied equally giddy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes, here just let me take those of your hands and we can go.” you said, blushing because he was looking at you with no shame.

He drove you to a fancy restaurant which you’d once been with your manager as a celebration but he reserved a secluded table for the two of you.

At first, you were a little nervous about being on a date with him but that quickly went away as you talked about anything and everything. You quickly realized he was the most down to earth guy and wasn’t full of himself. He listened and gave you compliments as you described your life and you listened about his career. Before you knew it, it was nearly midnight and you were having the time of your life. You didn’t have to put on a facade with him and say whatever.

When the bill came, you of course offered but he wouldn’t budge and paid for the night and helped you walk to the exit with his hand on the small of your back. You got goosebumps just from a simple touch.

You went in the car and he started driving so you put on the radio and singing along the song when he joined you. You giggled.

“What, do you not like my voice?” he asked offended.

“No, I actually do.” you said. It felt like you knew him for years.

“I had fun tonight.” he said while walking you to your door.

“Me too, thank you for everything.” you said as you walked up the stairs to your door.

You stood just looking at each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

“I sho-“

“Do you want to come inside?” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Yeah.” he smiled as you walked in the door.

He started looking at your home, analyzing details and when he saw the pictures of your family, he smiled.

“Did I also break your dad’s heart?” he asked.

“Why, are you going to buy him dinner too?”

“No, that was all for you.” he said as he walked over and held your waist looking at you intensely.

You looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and stopped, as a way of making sure this was okay and you gave him the permission by pressing your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss and started moving his lips immediately. You lost yourself at his touch and placed your hands behind his head, playing with his hair. His hands roamed over your body trying to hold you closer.

“Y/N, I think I like you.” he said after you broke the kiss to breathe.

“I think I like you too Joao.” you said smiling widely.

“Now take me upstairs.” you said in a quiet tone, needing more of him.

He nodded immediately telling you to jump and wrap your legs around his torso. He carried you upstairs and you strengthened the connection you found today, until the sun came up.

You opened your eyes slowly, feeling a presence next to you and it was Joao. He was still sleeping. After you went to sleep, your mind wandered if this was just for one night but seeing him next to you happily snoring made that feeling go away. You carefully escaped his arms holding you at place to wash your face and go down to the kitchen. Just as you were passing the living room, you saw the flowers he brought last night. Smiling to yourself, you picked them up to put in a vase when you noticed a card sitting in between pink tulips.

You opened it up to see what was inside and found a note from him and smiled even wider if it’s possible.

“I hope this is the beginning of a great story”

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Ahh, this was sooo sweet even when I was writing I was smiling, hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated luvs 🌷

#joao felix #joao felix imagine #joao felix barcelona #joao felix atletico madrid #football #football imagine #football oneshot #football x reader #joao felix x reader #joao felix x y/n #football x y/n #football fluff

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hwangism143 · 1 month

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the aftermath of dancing in the rain

synopsis: after you and hyunjin dance in the rain, you have to grapple with the consequences of the aftermath

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader (ft. minho and felix)

warnings: mentions of being sick, being left

word count: 440 words

part 1

"so in love that you act insane, and that's the way i loved you"

Hyunjin stood in the door way, mismatched socks on his feet and a large sweater covering him. He sniffed as he walked over to you and fell onto the sofa.

"I think this might have been a bad idea," he said, cozying up to you.

You threw the blanket you were using to make sure it covered him as well as replied, "You think?"

"Shh, don't say anything," he pouted, "Just give me cuddles."

You let out a giggle and pull him close, your fingers playing with his hair. It was hot to the touch, probably because you both were running a high fever. It was worse for Hyunjin though, who had an upset stomach to go along with it.

"Oh yeah, by the way, Minho called while you were asleep. I told him what happened."

"No," said Hyunjin sadly, "Why would you do that? He'll never let me live it down. I can never show my face in public again."

"Shut up you big drama queen," you say teasingly, "He's bringing over food."

"Betrayed by my own partner," says Hyunjin solemnly, hand on his chest.

"He's bringing over Lixie's brownies," you say with a grin, "But if you don't want them..."

Hyunjin sat up straight, cupping your face with his hands, "I love you so much. You're amazing. Incredible. An angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

You press a soft kiss to his lips, "Sweep me off my feet until I agreed to date you and now you're stuck with me for life. Although you really should be thanking Minho and Lix."

Hyunjin pulled a face, "Thank Minho Hyung? Never in a million years."

He settled in next to you as you turned on the TV and flipped through the contents of it. Hyunjin's arms were wrapped around your waist and your neck was tucked under his chin. You didn't mind being sick. At least you two were sick together.

"Thank you," he whispered softly.

You look up at him in confusion, "For what?"

Hyunjin gives you a sleepy smile, "I have always been scared that the people I love will leave me. That one day they'll realize that I'm too much for them and they'll all go away. But you have never made me feel that way. I am eternally grateful for you Y/N L/N. Thank you for teaching me the art of dancing in the rain and being there for me to bear the consequences of the aftermath."

You look at him with tears in your eyes. You were his and he was yours and that was all you needed for the rest of forever.

a/n: it's hyunjin day!! and of course, as a gift, here's is part 2 to my previous fic, the art of dancing in the rain as usual, send in your comments and please reblog <3

#stray kids #skz #kpop #hyunjin x gender neutral reader #hyunjin x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #-via's fics <3

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catboyfelixer · 2 months

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I Hope You’ll Always Be My Guardian Angel | Lee Felix

Pairing: Felix x GN!Reader Summary: Felix is a guardian angel-in-training, and you’re his last assignment before he can graduate. Genre: Fluff, Humor Notes: Jeongin also makes an appearance in this <3

All Felix could hear was pencils on paper scribbling away, students flipping to the back of the test that he had finished half an hour ago. This was not his first rodeo. This wasn’t even his second rodeo. But every time he failed his in-person assessment, he had to come back and do the written test all over again.

All he wanted to do escape the white walls, floors, uniforms, furniture, everything, and get back to Earth. The only other color in the room were the black numbers on the white clock, ticking agonizingly slow. Normally he would drift off into daydreams about his next assignment on Earth to pass the time. But lately those daydreams would turn into embarrassing memories of failing his exams on Earth and dread about failing them all over again.

At least he wasn’t alone. Most of his classmates had passed on their first try, but Jeongin being here too made him feel a bit better. He was asleep on the desk next to Felix’s, drooling a bit on the test. He always looks peaceful, even smiling in his sleep. Felix wishes he could be this laid-back about failing as many times as they have. Whenever Felix has doubts about ever graduating, Jeongin throws an arm around him and tells him they’ll make it eventually, even if it takes a hundred years. Hopefully they’ll both pass this time, and join their friends as full-fledged guardian angels.

The instructor rings the chimes, playing a melodic tune to signal the end of the exam. Felix shakes Jeongin awake, and they get ready to find out who they’ll be assigned to for the next two weeks.

You slammed the door to your apartment as you walked in, and dropped your bag on the ground. The loud thud didn't startle you, and you didn't care about all your textbooks splaying out. Who cares about the tripping hazard.

Yeah, it was one of those days.

First, you spilled coffee on your new shirt. You were too far from home to change and you were running late for class anyway.

Second, none of your group had anything prepared for their parts in the group project. Nothing! They had two weeks to do literally anything. You'll have to bring this up to the professor before the presentation tomorrow.

Third, your laptop just completely died during your last class of the day. All the notes you took- gone.

Fourth, you banged your elbow on the door frame on the way out of class. Maybe you would've been calm if it was only three things. But come on.

You're lucky nothing happened on the way home, who knows if you would've lost your mind.

You hear a knock at the door. After a brief pause, there are two more louder knocks.

Fifth, someone's at your door. On your bad day.

You mentally compose yourself, taking a deep breath before walking to the door.

When you open it, you're blinded by bright lights enveloping a figure in the hallway. You cover your eyes and hear a voice.

"Oh, sorry. Let me turn that down." The figure reaches up and turns down the light coming from the halo on his head.

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...Halo?

You look back, and see a man dressed in all white from head to toe. He has shoulder length blonde hair, what seems to be a halo floating on top of his head, and a pair of translucent wings behind him.

"Um... Be not afraid?" he says, tilting his head as if he's the one confused here.

You just stare at him blankly. Why is there a man dressed like an angel at your door.

He sticks out his hand, hoping for a handshake. When you just continue staring at him in bewilderment, he clears his throat and tries again.

"Hello, my name is Felix and I'll be your guardian angel for the next two weeks." The way he says it is stilted, as if he's practiced saying this beforehand.

"What?" is all you manage to say at first. This is so completely bizarre.

"I've never been good at this part. Can I come in? It'll be easier to explain if I can sit down and read my cue cards," he explains, already walking past you and into the living room behind you. He trips on the bag you left on the floor and stumbles into a side table, knocking over a potted plant.

Sixth.

He stands up, wipes the dirt off his pants, and continues walking like nothing happened. He sits down on the old black leather couch your parents gave you and some cue cards appear in his hands out of thin air.

He flips through them, nodding at each card before they magically disappear when he's finished reading them. Looking up at you, he smiles and pats the couch next to him, which you ignore.

"Like I said, my name is Felix and I'm in training to be a guardian angel. You're my assignment for my exam. Nice to meet you!" He puts out his hand for you to shake again, and this time you hesitantly take up the offer.

"Ok, let me get this straight. Guardian angels exist. Ok. I guess this might as well happen," you start, finally taking a seat across from him, "But why only two weeks? Do I just... not get a guardian angel after that?"

"Don't worry, you didn't have one before this and you were just fine, right?"

Considering the day you just had, that's debatable.

"Why does an angel need to take an exam? Aren't you, like, just born knowing how to angel?"

"No, that's silly. And also, I wasn't born," he says, not elaborating on why that's silly or how angels are made.

"I wasn't born either," you lie. You shouldn't be the only one caught off guard today.

"Oh, that's interesting," he responds. He pulls out a notepad and a pencil and writes that down. Did he... believe you?

Somehow you find that endearing. Just a little bit.

"Oh yeah, I have more cue cards to get through."

He follows behind you on your walk to the grocery store like a puppy. Every so often he yells out "BE CAREFUL!" just before you step on a rock.

"WATCH OUT!"

He pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his chin in the crook of your neck. He's unexpectedly warm, warmer than any person you've been in an embrace with. Are angels known to be warm? You'll have to look that up later. You subconsciously lean into him, and against your own will, you notice your heart beating harder in your chest.

You look around, expecting a bike to be barreling towards you or something, but he points to the ground where a squirrel runs by your feet. When it's gone, he lets you go, and the warmth retreats too. You turn around to question him, but he starts talking first.

"Phew, that could've been dangerous, good thing I was here," he says. He wipes some non-existent sweat off his forehead and gives you a thumbs up.

"There's no way that would've been dangerous," you start, but he's too busy mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done. He doesn't hear you at all.

You sigh, and you guess this is what your life will be like for the next two weeks.

When you get to the store, no one seems to notice the wings or the halo. But what they do notice is the kindhearted guy helping the little old lady get some organic cereal off the top shelf, and the pretty boy making funny faces at a crying baby to calm her down. You definitely notice the cute way he furrows his brow while reading the shopping list, making sure you didn't forget anything. And how he offers to carry the heavy bags for you when you finish paying. He's lifting an entire bag of flour under one arm, and two more reusable shopping bags with his other hand. He's kind of... nice to have around, you think.

You don't think about his pretty face or his toned arms carrying your groceries, not at all.

The two of you walk home, side-by-side. Your thoughts wander to what happens after. Will he go inside the apartment again? Where is he living while on Earth. He's not expecting to stay the night, is he? You just met him. Then again, he is your guardian angel. If anything, it's probably better to have him close by. Just in case. You turn to ask him where he's staying, but he suddenly stops in his tracks and stares past you, further down the street. He squints to see something, and then a big goofy smile spreads across his face.

You look, and there's two men in the distance. One is just a regular dude eating a hotdog. The other guy... is another angel. He's wearing the same all white outfit as Felix, and there's a halo floating above him emitting a soft light.

"Jeongin!" he calls out, and when the angel turns, his translucent wings catch the light of his halo and become barely visible.

'Jeongin' smiles brightly and waves in your direction. Felix drops your groceries and jogs to catch up with his friend. They do a complicated handshake and start talking, which would be cool if you weren't left with all the heavy bags on the ground.

Above you, you hear a man shout 'Mamma mia!' and when you look up, a giant black blur falls out of a balcony.

A crash roars through the street, followed by a perfect C major chord, and when Felix turns around there's a broken grand piano where you once stood.

"Ah.... shoot."

The last thing Felix sees before being teleported away is the man next to Jeongin falling over after choking on his hot dog.

A moment later, and Felix is back in a very familiar room. White walls, white carpet, a white couch and a white coffee table greet him once again. He takes a seat, and Jeongin appears in the room too.

"I lasted longer this time!" Jeongin exclaims, punching his fist in the air as a show of victory.

"By literally half a second."

"Still counts," Jeongin responds, and Felix rolls his eyes.

"So what happened to your guy?"

"I think the hotdog was bad, I don't know," Jeongin says, scratching his chin. "He got it from back of some guys car. Maybe food poisoning."

The sound of the door swinging open grabs their attention, and they watch as their principal walks in.

"How can there already be two people back, the exam just start- oh"

Principal Park sighs as he looks at the two students in his office. Of course it's these two again. He adjusts his glasses and addresses them.

"You both know the drill, be back for the written test in two weeks," he says, and leaves them alone in the lobby again.

Felix stands up to leave, and a familiar phrase escapes his lips.

"You know, I'm starting to think we might not be good at this."

Jeongin wraps his arm around Felix's shoulder, and says the same thing he always does when doubt creeps in.

"This was just a test round! Next time is the real deal. We'll get it for sure!"

And with that, they leave to prepare for their next exam, memories of their latest failure already being buried away.

#lee felix #felix #lee felix x reader #lee felix x you #felix x reader #felix x you #lee felix fluff #felix fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids x reader fluff #lee yongbok #angel felix

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loumybeloved · 3 months

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i’ve got a taste for you

-someone asked. i had to deliver in any way i could. takes place after Farleigh embarrassed him in karaoke, like imagine if Oliver stormed out instead.

(tags: shotgunning, weed is Smoked, making out??, 3rd person)

a/n: this is kinda short sorry, i’m not the best writer ever, so if u have any constructive criticism or suggestions for my writing i’d love to hear it! thank u :P

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Oliver walked out to the backyard of the home, still embarrassed from the stunt Farleigh pulled inside from karaoke. His cheeks burn red as he plops down on a lawn chair, covering his face with his hands as he hears someone shout his name. He knows that voice anywhere.

“Oli! There you are, lad, are you okay?” Felix’s brow furrows in the way it does when he’s worried, the tips of the brow curling up a little. What a beautiful sight for the boy. Felix takes a seat next to him, not before pushing the other lawn chair closer to his.

“It’s embarrassing,” Oliver starts. “You know I don’t really feel that way about you guys, right?”

“Of course you don’t, Oli,” Felix falters a bit, making the smaller boy worry that he’s fucked everything up. Felix reaches into the back pocket of his trousers, pulling out a cigarette box and opens it. He pulls out a rolled cigarette.

No, a joint.

This makes Oliver gulp. He’s never smoked weed before, he knows Felix has before with his friends, he’s seen it happen.

“I was thinking, y’know, maybe you’d wanna let loose a little,” He smirks at Oliver’s nervous look as he eyes the joint. “I won’t force you, but the offers up.”

“No- I mean, yeah- yeah, I’d like to, um, smoke with you, I mean.” The other boy lets out a lighthearted chuckle at his shy nervousness. It’s so damn cute.

“Well, let’s spark up, shall we!” Felix claps his hands together with a big goofy grin spread on his face, pulling out a lighter and lighting the joint with the gentle orange flame. The smell instantly hits Oliver across the face, straight into his nostrils. Felix takes the first hit and passes it to Oliver.

He stares at the joint for a second and hesitantly takes it and puts it up to his mouth. The smoke billows inside his lungs, he blows the smoke out with a cough. Still coughing, he passes it back to Felix who has an amused look on his face. Then, it turns curious as he eyeballs the blunt between his nimble fingers.

“Do you know how to shotgun, Oli?” His eyes finally reach the smaller boy’s who has a look of surprise. “Y’know, like, the smoke?”

“Oh, um, no, i’ve never tried it,” He already feels the buzz rattling in his brain and with the way Felix takes the joint and puts it up to his lips and sucks in a big gust of smoke, he feels like it’s more than just a weed buzz.

“How about I teach you, yeah?” Felix now sits facing his friend, criss crossing his long legs. Their knees are touching and Oliver feels his face heat up again. How embarrassing that he is affected this badly just from a little contact, he feels almost ashamed to feel this way about his friend, but then Felix leans in close to Oliver’s face and his brain all of a sudden shuts off like a switch was flipped. Felix cradles his jaw lightly, examining the boy’s features then his wandering eyes land on his lips. Heat rises up again. Felix’s thumb gently presses on his bottom lip.

“Open, please.” He says in the quietest voice, like if he talks too loud the atmosphere will shatter into tiny pieces.

And Oliver does. He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly parts his plush lips. It happens almost quickly. Felix leans in and their lips brush slightly, sending shockwaves through their bodies like a cliché. Smoke fills up his mouth and he inhales every last drop just to make Felix proud of him for doing it right. Felix moves his face away from Oliver’s as he blows out the smoke, both of them stunned at the intimate moment.

“Did I do it right?” Oliver breaks the short silence with a whisper.

“Yeah,” Felix clears his throat. “I think you did perfect.”

Oliver smiles and then he gets an idea. “Can I try? On- on you, i mean?” Oliver swears he could he stars flashing before his eyes at the anticipation to be able to do it again.

“Of course you can, love.”

Oliver smiles a big smile and takes a hit off the blunt that’s now almost dying out. He moves his face close to Felix’s, mirroring what he did before. Cradling his jaw lightly and even examining the beautiful boy before him. And by God, was he beautiful. Felix parts his lips for Oliver and he leans in to blow the smoke into his mouth.

“Good job.” Oliver says in a light whisper and then he does it. He kisses Felix. He expects the boy to pull back, disgusted by his actions and tell him to leave and never come back.

He doesn’t though, he blows the smoke through his nose and presses his lips harder against Oliver’s. He feels on cloud nine, his lips taste of liquor and weed and Oliver absolutely relishes in it. He drinks up every last drop he can of Felix before this moment is gone. Their lips part and tongues glide against the other like they are thirsty for more. Felix is the first to pull away.

“That was..” He lifts his hand up to run it through his hair. “Electric.”

Oliver giggles like a boy in love, his thumb caressing the boy’s cheek. “Should we spark up another?”

Felix smiles a big goofy grin and pulls out his cigarette box for more.

#saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton x oliver quick #felix x oliver #felix catton #oliver quick #they r so gay #i hope you enjoy

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mixtape-racha · 10 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter two: who's there?

words: 1.52k // warnings: discussions of death, cursing

“kang heejin? no fucking way - she sits next to me and seungmin in penology!” (y/n) couldn’t shake the disbelief from her features, despite the alarming truth in what jisung had told her.

“yeah, well not anymore. her parents found her on the kitchen floor last night. apparently it was a bloodbath, and there’s nothing to point towards any suspects. suho’s blaming himself because he flaked on date night - i heard he’s dropping out over it.”

suddenly the outside presence on their usually normal and quiet college campus added up.

“fuck. in woodsboro? it doesn’t make sense - the worst thing that’s ever happened here is when they closed blockbuster.”

jisung chuckled at that as the pair headed towards the quad to meet their friends. “that’s what i’m saying, man. everyone’s freaked. jeongin’s already asked if we can all crash at yours tonight so he knows we’re all safe.”

(y/n) shook her head, an small smile on her lips. jeongin was always the easiest to scare out of all their friends - heck, he refused to watch chucky anymore after their last group movie night.

“i’m just glad it wasn’t one of you guys.” she sighed, reaching their table already with 7 seated at it.

“we’re just glad it wasn’t you. we’ve all been calling you all morning and no one got an answer!” minho cried from his position on seungmin’s lap, brows furrowed in worry. scanning the table, (y/n) could tell everyone had let out a sigh of relief as soon as they saw her. shit. she really didn’t mean to make them worry.

“sorry, guys. i stayed at yeji and nari's last night for a study session, remember? phone died last night and i forgot to take my charger with me. did none of you think to call yeji and make sure i was still with her?”

jeongin scoffed at the assumption. “of course we did. you really think we wouldn’t after we find out some maniac gutted heejin in her own home last night? yeji’s the only reason everyone wasn’t hammering on our door this morning.”

chan cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention - he was kind of like the dad and the leader of the group, so everyone listened to his every wish and whim. “i heard the sheriff and deputy are going to be questioning everyone today. students, teachers, janitors, the lot.”

“they think its school related?” felix yelped, shocked at the idea that the murderer could be anywhere on campus right now. “surely, that means anyone could be a target?”

“well, they have no idea, do they? so, school and family is a good place to start, then if not they widen the search.” (y/n) claimed, finally her studies in criminology coming to use.

“but i suppose… if there’s no motive, yeah, anyone could be a target.” seungmin agreed, sharing a look with (y/n) as if to mutually agree the group should take a lot more precautions.

jisung huffed at that, making a dramatic show of rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “oh, please. its the millennium; motives are incidental.”

everyone let out a giggle at that - jisung had a habit of taking unimportant subjects too seriously. in any respectable slasher movie, he’d be the nerd who knows too much and chastises everyone for not following the survival rules.

“s’a bit of a big word for you, huh?” minho laughed, the expression taking over his body as his shoulders shook against seungmin’s chest.

as jisung’s face reddened, he flipped everyone off. “fuck you all, i’m gonna be the only one who survives this shit.”

“nah, not a chance. (y/n)’s our final girl, not your dumbass.” hyunjin cackled, slapping jisung on the back as the bell rang. “see you all in the cafe after class?”

the group said their goodbyes, seungmin joining (y/n) as they headed to their shared class for the morning. “man, here’s to hoping its a one-off robbery gone wrong, huh?”

but being in the lecture hall that morning felt wrong - it was the class they were supposed to share with heejin, and suddenly the room felt so much more empty with only one person missing.

“i don’t know, seung. from what people are saying, it seems personal. she was stabbed to death in her own kitchen, with her own knife. its fucked up.”

one-by-one throughout the day, students were called into the principal’s office to talk to him, the police sheriff and the deputy. by lunchtime, the questions asked of each person were the talking point of everyone. it seems people were doing anything to keep the topic from discussing a potential murderer roaming around town.

“did they ask if you like to hunt?” minho asked felix across the table, the latter nodding in response.

“why would they ask if you like to hunt?” (y/n) questioned, confused. it seemed she’d be asked completely different questions than the boys.

“because they found her gutted. hunting techniques, you know?” jeongin responded, refusing to look up from his phone for longer than 5 seconds to completely join the conversation.

“well, they didn’t ask me that. they just asked if i knew her, if we were friends, if she’d shown any signs of needing to be worried about her….”

changbin scoffed at that; “yeah, because its takes a man to do something like that. hunting, (y/n). i don’t see any girls around here being the type to go out and kill rabbits.”

swiveling in her seat to face the buff man opposite her, she frowned. “no way. the killer could easily be female. don’t be so sexist. this is exactly why female serial killers are taken less seriously, man.”

on the far side of the hyunjin laughed, the rest of the group following in its effectiveness. slapping his hand on the table in his fit of giggles, hyunjin pointed at changbin.

“do not get her started on the inequalities between male and female serial killers, bro. we’ll be here all night!”

“yeah, yeah, let’s all bully the person here most likely to be the killers next victim.” (y/n) joked, leaning her head on changbin’s shoulder. “anyways, have we decided where we’re having movie night tonight, yet?”

noticing the way that the boys all shared a similar look, (y/n) realized they must have discussed this before she had arrived to meet them at the cafe. trying to refrain from rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms.

“go on then. what’s your decision, all-mighty leader?” she huffed, addressing chan specifically and choosing to ignore the way seungmin snickered behind her.

“well…” chan began, as if he was worried about her reaction. “we just figured we’d do it at yours? since, you know, we can’t all stay the night because of classes tomorrow, and we don’t want you being out at night right now.”

“you do realize heejin was killed in her own home? me being inside or outside won’t make any difference if i’m going to be attacked. but… if we’re all at mine if means i can just wear my pajama’s so, yeah, okay.”

jisung clapped his hands, breaking the tension between (y/n) and chan as quickly as it had started.

“it’s settled, then. we all meet at (y/n), minho and jeongin’s tonight. and no scary movies!”

classes for the rest of the day sucked. how the fuck did lecturers expect people to be able to concentrate when a classmate was brutally slaughtered the night before? quite frankly, it was insanity. between the crying, gossip, and fear, no one managed to accomplish anything.

of course, there were the few people who found humor in it all - sneaking up behind girls walking across the courtyard, or “reenacting” how they thought the murder scene folded out. it was disgusting, and (y/n) couldn’t believe people were allowed to behave in such a way after the worst night the town of woodsboro had ever seen.

honestly, all she wanted was to be at home, curled up in her pajamas, watching a movie with her favorite boys. just the nine of them in her, minho and jeongin’s shitty apartment, watching a shitty movie and sharing snacks. deep down, (y/n) wanted to forget the horrors she had heard today, and hide away in her bed until it all passed over.

but this was real life, and she was expected to carry on with her studies as if nothing had happened. it was kind of insulting to heejin’s memory, really. while the two weren’t exactly close, or even friends, (y/n) had always admired how lovely heejin was. the blonde girl had always gone out of her way to be kind to everyone she met, and tried her hardest to make everyone feel welcome and included. she had many friends, yes, but never tried to be popular because she didn’t understand how people could feed into negative stereotypes like that.

truly, (y/n) would miss heejin. and she prayed inherently that it was a one-time thing, that no one else would have to go through the loss that heejin’s family did.

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Stargazing

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 809

Summary: Chan has an idea to help Felix get sleepy. Their shared comfort leads to unexpected confessions.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, cuddles, soft!chan, soft!felix, confessions, first kiss, teasing

A/N: A little bit of Chanlix fluff for you love🤭@miuracha

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan watches Felix shift for the tenth time and sighs softly. "Come on," he says, dropping his arm and inviting him in.

"I'll get too heavy," he shakes his head.

"None of that, come on," he snorts, and Felix gives in, lying down beside him and resting his head on his chest. Chan's arm wraps around him, the weight comforting him.

Felix gulps softly as Chan's fingertips brush his skin before sinking into his hair. His eyes flutter close as Chan soothingly massages his scalp, so naturally, as if it was nothing new. He relaxes into the feeling for a moment and completely forgets about the main purpose of coming here so late at night. He hadn't been able to sleep, and Chan had been up anyway, suggesting they'd go stargazing to calm Felix's mind. When truly, all he needs for that to happen is Chan. "Can I get cuddles?" he dares to speak up, desperate to feel surrounded by him.

"But you won't see the sky like that," Chan frowns and Felix subconsciously scoots closer.

"Doesn't matter," he says quietly, and Chan gets the message.

"How cuddly are you tonight?" he asks, soothingly brushing his hand over the back of his neck.

"On a scale from one to ten? A solid 100," he says, and Chan can't hold back the laugh bubbling from his chest. "Fucking cunt," Felix curses at him, playfully upset, which only makes Chan laugh more. Felix pushes himself up and yelps in surprise when Chan pulls him back against his chest, flipping them over. He swallows as he's suddenly on his back with Chan on top of him and blinks up at him nervously, eyes widening. Chan's curls fall into his face, eyes sparkling with joy as he grins at him.

"That's not very nice, is it?" he snorts, and Felix hums, trying not to think too much of this. "A solid hundred deserves to be suffocated by love," he explains before cuddling into him and teasingly tickling his sides.

"No, Chan," Felix whines, shoving him off as he doesn't stop.

Chan sits down laughing, bracing himself on his hands behind himself and spreading his legs as he throws his head back, staring at the sky. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"You're beautiful," Felix says before he can fully process the thought. He blushes heavily, eyes widening in shock, and stares at him nervously.

Chan turns to him, mirroring his expression of shock before clearing his throat. "Uh…thanks?"

Felix swallows hard and shakes his head to himself. "This was a shit idea, can we go back?"

Chan squints at him but nods gently. "Sure, alright." He pushes himself up and grabs his phone before folding the blanket. "Sorry for the shit idea, thought it might help," he shrugs, and Felix's blush deepens.

"I know you meant well," he mutters and awkwardly rubs his neck. "I'm just really tired."

"So it helped," Chan hums, walking back to his car. He opens the door and throws the blanket on the backseat, wondering why the mood suddenly shifted like that.

"You always do," Felix answers quietly, and Chan freezes in his movement. Their eyes meet, and Felix subconsciously bites his lower lip, growing nervous.

Chan gently closes the door and strolls over, stopping right in front of him. "Lix."

"Yeah?" he asks softly.

"I need to tell you something," he says, deciding right then to take this step that has been playing in his head for months now.

"Okay?" he whispers, frowning when Chan's face suddenly softens immensely.

"I love you, Lixie," he says softly, and for a moment, those four little words linger between them. "You don't have to say it back, just wanted you to know."

Felix's heart picks up pace, and his chest warms at the mere thought of Chan actually meaning this. "You…you're serious?" he asks timidly, and Chan nods. "I uhm…I love you too."

A beautiful smile covers Chan's face, lightening up his eyes and reminding Felix why he fell for him so easily. "Yeah?" he asks softly, and Felix nods firmly. "Can I kiss you then?"

"Please," he breathes out, a soft sound escaping him as Chan doesn't waste another second and crashes his lips against his. Felix timidly holds onto his shirt, too scared to wake up from a beautiful dream and find out it's all been a lie. Chan's hands cup his face and grab the back of his neck, fingertips sinking into his hair.

Chan pulls back after a moment, smiling at him fondly. "That eases your mind?"

"Now I really can't sleep," he laughs, pulling him into another desperate kiss. "Can we stay for another bit?"

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"As long as you want, baby," Chan smiles, dimples accentuating his handsome face. Felix swoons at the term of endearment and giggles to himself. He didn't quite expect that coming here tonight.

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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okay you know how in the super bowl jp video, they're all wearing football uniforms??? their reaction to their crush wearing a skimpy cheerleader uniform 👀

-🍵💌

STOPPP OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS. them in the football uniforms. i almost died

i think some of the members would find it amusing bc ur so cutie pie pookie, some would find it cute as fuck and some would also be horny.

under the cut bc long asf

so i’m saying:

laughs at u (fondly):

innie - he’s losing it on sight. ur his little cheerleader!!!! THATS SO FUNNY! HE COULD DIE!!!!!!!! he’d make u do little twirls in the cheerleader skirt while he just sat there giggling taking pics. smile would drop instantly if the skirt was a little bit short n he could see ur ass.

hyune - honestly he’d probs die laughing too. esp if you had little pom poms. he’d BEG you to keep the cheerleader outfit so u guys can have matching halloween costumes. makes u do a lil dance w the pom poms.

finds it so so cute:

channie - i can see him being SO fond. makes u stand there n pose for him for piccies and ur just like channie this is meant to be sexy. immediately hes like oh???? show me what’s sexy? and u bend over and he’s like oh. oh. yeah the skirts short isnt it? he’s gotta fuck u then and there but STILL he’d be mumbling in ur ear “‘s cute for me. my lil cheerleader, aren’t’cha?” jesus

binnie - oh my god he’d go insane. he’d be giggling and screaming the fucking house down if he came home to u dressed up as his cheerleader in his room. he’d probs pick u up and just scream. absolutely fucking losing it. INSTANTLY takes pictures with you in the matching football uniform and even makes other people take pics of you too. definitely fucks you after with the football uniform just pulled down a lil for his cock to be out and you with your skirt flipped up

lixie - oh god ur HIS??? UR HIS AND HIS LITTLE CHEERLEADER???? he’d squeal 100%. bounces off the fucking walls and probs even takes u out of his room parading u in front of the other members. like “LOOK!!!!! SHES IN THE UNIFORM!!! MY CHEERLEADER!!!!<3” and everyone’s just like felix that’s.. meant to be sexy. it’s a really short skirt. and lixie’s like “OK???? BUT LOOOOOK???” IMGHSJD

horny on sight:

seungmin - it’s like you took a peek into his deepest darkest fantasies. short short cheerleader skirt, maybe even braless underneath the lil crop top. he’s dead. you’ve killed him. immediately is asking you if you’re cheering for him, or “one of the other guys?” and you’re giggling, saying it’s all for him. definitely fucks you and makes you scream his name just to prove it.

jisung - short circuits. he walks in and you’re like “surprise!!!” and he’s hard. instantly. just staring at you with those wide boba eyes in awe and shock. jesus. you have to literally shake him awake, pushing him back on the bed to ride him in your skirt and he’s just nodding, just going “yeah. yeah. keep the skirt on, please.”. definitely cums really fast but its ok bc hes gonna fuck you in the skirt again in roughly t minus five minutes.

minho - ok at first he’d find it cute. like aww, you’re whipped for him too? his cheerleader. cheerin’ him on. but then he’s looking at you, REALLY looking at you, and maybe you’ve got his number from his football jersey on your cheerleading outfit and oh god. it’s like you’ve marked his territory and he’s going insane. instantly pushing you up against the wall, pushing his hand underneath that skirt and if you’re wearing nothing underneath? he’s dead. he’s dying. ur not gonna feel ur legs after.

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#🍵💌 anon 💌#asks: ot8

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nythtak · 14 days

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Thought it'd be fun to do a little drabble soooo-

Cattonquick Oxford Days - the first cigarette

(This is based in the Maneater AU - unless I change my mind on details later - but can be read as in canon universe)

The lighter fails to catch the first couple of times Felix tries it. But after a final, despairing shake of the crappy thing, the flame sputters to life.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbles around the ciggie, and hurriedly brings the lighter up. April’s swung in with far too much chill, because fuck England, right? No spring for them, nooope. Just horrible grey rainy days, where even brief lulls like this evening are tarnished by cold winds.

He’s regretting not grabbing a jacket when he had chance to, and he eyes Oliver’s long-sleeves jealously. They’re on their way back from the pub, and it’s still early enough that most streetlights feel unnecessary. After a of couple hours there Felix realised he just wasn’t feeling it tonight, that stickiness of going through the motions and not enjoying himself like usual, where even a few pints couldn’t soften it up.

So when Oliver gave him a nudge, mentioned he has an essay he really needs to work on, Felix leapt at the chance to head out. He has his own pile of coursework to dive into before the Easter holidays start. Maybe speed through a chunk of it tonight, get that late night focus on, and then he can decide how much is usable tomorrow.

He’s glad he decided to stick it out at Oxford over the coming break. Originally it was more about keeping his word on staying at university all year, rather than nipping home every holiday - or even every other weekend, like some silly sods do. He went as far as to swear off a trip abroad this school year, fully committed to the uni life, which means no fluttering off to sunnier skies.

He aims a glower up at the dark clouds far above them. Curse thy existence.

“Felix?”

Felix’s head snaps down, and down, and he has to grin. Oliver is so short. Like, okay, so he’s not actually super-duper short. A bit below average, perhaps, and around the height of most girls. But he’s a lot shorter than Felix, which is what really matters.

It means he’s the perfect height - practically made for it - for Felix to sling an arm around his shoulders and drag him into his side. Oliver runs a bit cool, but he’s still a damn sight warmer than the nippy evening air.

“Yeah, mate?” Felix takes a pull from the ciggie, careful not to blow it all in Oliver’s face. Would be awfully rude. But that does get him thinking about how Oliver doesn’t smoke, and he frowns at him. “You know, I don’t think you ever said why you don’t smoke.”

Could it be something to do with his family? Cigarettes are a huge leap from heroin and meth and whatever else, but traumas can be multi-layered, can’t they? A full-on aversion to anything even related. But Oliver is clearly battling through it, going to the pub and clubs where alcohol abounds, not even flinching at all the casual drug use their group gets up to.

“Just not keen.” Oliver shrugs slightly, and it’s interesting to feel the motion of it under his arm. Makes him want to squeeze Oliver a bit. His hand slides down to cup Oliver’s bicep rather than hanging loosely, but he holds off on the full grabby. For now.

“So you’ve tried one before?”

Oliver hesitates, but shakes his head. He’s looking ahead rather than at Felix, and while he does have lovely thick hair, that isn’t quite the view Felix wants currently.

So he brings them to a stop, Oliver stumbling into him a bit and looking up questioningly. There it is. Christ, Oliver’s eyes seem to get bluer every time Felix catches a glimpse. Like, with each additional second he knows Oliver, he’s able to see more of him. Another droplet of paint on the colour palette, swirled in with patient brush strokes.

“If you’ve never tried it…” Felix puts the ciggie between his lips, just so he can flip his hand and pluck it out again. Holding it filter-first toward Oliver with an inviting smile. “How can you know you won’t like it?”

Now, Felix would never pressure anyone into doing something they don’t want to. That would be terrible manners. All he’s doing here is giving Oliver the chance to expand his horizons. Indulge in a little fun, like he’s clearly not had chance to- well, probably in his whole life.

Felix has been making up for that. He’s fully embraced showing Oliver the highlights of uni life, and it’s been an absolute blast so far. Letting Oliver have a go at smoking is just another part of that.

“I dunno, mate.” The corner of Oliver’s mouth ticks up as he looks from the ciggie to Felix. “They’re not great for your health, right?”

The little right? at the end softens what might’ve been an annoying admonishment, to something that makes Felix smirk. “All part of the appeal. If we only did what was healthy, we’d be a proper dull lot.” He raises his eyebrows and tips the cigarette closer to Oliver’s lips, his pinky finger grazing Oliver’s chin. “You’re not dull, are you, Ollie?”

He knows most of his friends think Oliver is boring. That he outlived any novelty within the first week; Felix’s unlikely saviour from a tutorial scolding, the scholarship boy with the funny accent. Farleigh has certainly made his opinion clear, his pissy attitude the real bore around here.

They just don’t get Oliver. None of them.

Nah, Felix is the only one who gets the real Ollie, the one Oliver trusts and opens up to. They’re already best mates, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. And the way Oliver looks at him - yeah, it can get a bit much at times, but it’s all part of Oliver’s charm, really. He’s completely genuine and clearly thinks the world of Felix, so obviously he can’t filter that intensity down. Felix would never ask him to. He accepts Oliver exactly as he is.

Oliver takes the cigarette, pinched between his thumb and forefinger as he eyes it like it might bite him. Or give him lung cancer.

Felix would give him a drumroll if he could. He settles for an encouraging shake and cheering, “Go oooooon, Oll-aaaaay!”

And Oliver does.

Not that there was ever any doubt. But it’s still satisfying in a warm, buzzy way to watch Oliver take a drag, lips pursed and the shadows on his cheeks deepening a little. Takes it like a pro, his Ollie, and it’s only once Oliver’s eyes close that Felix realises they’ve been locked in a staredown.

Then Oliver breathes out, and Felix is hit by a faceful of smoke.

The moment his coughing fit is done, he grabs a hastily apologising Oliver by the shoulder, snatches the ciggie back, and gets revenge.

#saltburn #cattonquick #saltburn fanfiction #fic: maneater #oxford days #az writes #probs post this on ao3 later even tho feels kinda short for it #i just love this time period for these two #i have a few more ideas too #like 'first time' ollie gets 'propa sozzled'#midnight snacks in the dorm kitchen #dang i need to check out prompt lists again

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Crossed Paths (Pt.7)

Author's note: My fingers hurt. Also if you say anything bad about my picture you're anti-black. I didn't make the rules. Also please ignore the amount of times i misspelled venetia. I though i had messed so i fixed it but to come to find out i was spelling it right the whole time lol.

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Crossed Paths

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Jordan slowly wakes up as she feels a light tap on her shoulder.

“Jordannn. Wake up,” she hears a soft voice whisper. God?

A Jordan lies, still hoping the person will leave; she feels an even more aggressive tap on her shoulder.

“Jordan, get up. I brought you breakfast since you slept in late,” Farleigh laughs. With an annoyed groan, Jordan flips over to see Farleigh standing by her bed with a teasing grin.

“Your food is on the nightstand. Also, change into a bathing suit when you’re done and meet us outside,” Farleigh states.

Jordan reaches over to grab her breakfast, noticing Farleigh still standing by her bed.

“Why are you still here,” Jordan narrows her eyes playfully at Farleigh, taking a bite of her eggs.

Farleigh joins Jordan on her bed, “No reason,” he shrugs. Jordan nods her, “Mmm.”

She reaches up to touch Farleigh’s hair, “Braids look good. Did the durag stay on all night?”

“Nah, it was off by the time I woke up,” Farleigh laughs, “My head doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, though.”

Jordan nods her head in understanding, “Yeah, I didn’t braid them as tight as I could, but I didn’t know how you would handle them though,” she takes a bite of her food, “If we’re going to be in a pool though you should put it back on.”

Farleigh looks at her with faux disgust, “Can you chew your food before you continue talking?”

Jordan swallows her food before laughing, “My bad. Anyways, I’m done,” Jordan puts her food down as she begins to stand up, “I’ll see you at the pool?”

Farleigh stands to leave, “Yeah. Wear something cute,” he leaves before Jordan can throw her pillow at him. Jordan chuckles, shaking her head at Farleigh’s antics. I’ll wear something cute, alright.

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Jordan walks the halls, earbuds in her ear, pool bag in tow. As she’s walking, she also sees Oliver standing in the hallway. Jordan approaches Oliver, her tone neutral as she addresses him, “Oliver,” she yells out. Oliver turns around, noticing Jordan’s baby blue two-piece, “Hey, Jor-”

“Where’s the pool,” she asks, her expression showing little warmth towards him.

“Well, Felix said we were meeting at the field,” Oliver points through one of the many large windows in the house, “over there.” Oliver continues to stare at Jordan with interest. Jordan nods in acknowledgement, before noticing him staring at her, “Do you like what you see, Ollie?” She quips, raising an eyebrow challengingly. Oliver silently nods as Jordan walks closer to him. She lightly touches one of the buttons on his shirt, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She places her hand on his chest, “Why is your heart beating so fast,” she asks with an innocent tilt of her head.

Before Oliver can respond, she pulls away, “Lead the way,” she throws her hand out, indicating for him to proceed.

Jordan follows behind Oliver as they make their way towards the field. Jordan listens to her music as she walks behind Oliver, not paying much attention to her surroundings; she looks up and notices Oliver speaking towards her, so she takes out an earbud, “What did you say,” she asks in confusion.

“I was just asking how you like Saltburn,” Oliver states. Jordan thinks before answering, “I’m having fun,” she answers, “What about you,” she asks. Oliver is interrupted again as Jordan hears a familiar voice yell as they walk into a field, “Guys! Over here!” Felix yells.

Jordan squints her eyes to see Felix, Venitia, and Farleigh lying in the tall grass.

Her eyes widen in surprise, “Are y’all naked!” The group laughs, “We’re sunbathing,” They yell together. Jordan and Oliver walk closer to the group before Farleigh stops them, “No swimsuits allowed in the field,” he states.

Jordan shrugs her shoulders and walks in front of Oliver, “Okay,” she yells before stripping off her clothes and skipping towards Farleigh.

Damn, she looks good, they all think. Jordan lays next to Farleigh, book in hand, before taking a sip out of his bottle of wine, “Didn’t know you had an ass on you,” she jokingly states.

“Yeah, the same can be said about you,” he replies. They both watch, amused, as Oliver takes his trunks off. Farleigh looks over his sunglasses as Jordan laughs in surprise.

“Well, well, well,” Farleigh states.

“Leave him alone,” Felix scolds. Farleigh points at Oliver, “But look at him. Good for you, Ollie,” he continues.

He looks towards Jordan, “What a twist,” Farleigh states with a sly grin.

Oliver puts on his sunglasses and walks to the group with a confident smirk.

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As days turned into weeks, Jordan quickly settled into life at Saltburn. Having no choice but to be around him, she has learned to tolerate Oliver’s presence.

The group lounges at the pond, Jordan and Farleigh share a lounge chair together, Farleigh stroking his fingers through her braids while reading ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows.’

“Do you think Harry, Hermione, and Ron all have threesomes,” Felix asks.

Jordan lightly laughs, “Oh, for sure.”

“Without a fucking doubt,” Farleigh agrees.

“You think they all fuck,” Felix wonders.

“They’re missing out if they don’t,” Farleigh quipped.

One such evening, they watched “The Ring” with the rest of the family.

“Oh my god,” Venitia screams with fright. Jordan laughs as she watches the TV, unable to take the movie seriously. She throws herself on Oliver’s shoulder as they laugh at the scene before them. Farleigh shifts his gaze to them, jealously evident in his eyes.

“Why is she wet,” Elspeth asks.

“Because she’s been down a well, Mum,” Felix yells in disbelief.

Jordan even got a chance to show off her tennis skills.

“No, I want Jordan on my team,” Farleigh complains, “You have Oliver,” he yells across the court.

Jordan looks up from her bottle of wine with wide eyes at the sound of her name.

“Why can’t I have her,” Venitia complains, sounding like a defeated child, “She was on your team last time.”

Jordan runs over and holds her hands to calm the group down, “Calm down. Calm down. There’s enough of me to go around,” She goes to Venitia’s side of the court, “But it is Venitia’s turn now,” Jordan shrugs.

“You have Oliver,” Jordan lightly pushes Oliver to Farleigh’s side of the court. Farleigh looks unamused as he throws his head back in protest.

“Oh, stop being a baby, Farleigh,” Oliver laughs while walking to his side of the court.

“Shut up,” Farleigh retorts, voice laced with annoyance.

“And remember, if you miss, you drink,” Jordan shouts as she takes a drag of her blunt.

“Keep score, Felix!”

And guess who won?

“Farleigh, love, you’re heavy. I can’t carry you,” Jordan says as she struggles to drag a drunk Farleigh to his room, “Help me out here,” she grunts.

Farleigh responds with a drunken giggle, offering little assistance as he slings his arm around Jordan’s.

“Love? You’re not British, Jordy,” Farleigh states matter-of-factly.

Jordan rolls her eyes, “Should’ve made Felix bring you.” They make it to Farleigh’s room, and Jordan throws him on the bed with a grunt. Farleigh lays still before Jordan taps him, “Nuh-uh. Get up. Change into your PJs first before you go to sleep,” she commands.

Farleigh complies with her command, albeit with some reluctance and a few drunken grumbles. He manages to change into his pajamas with Jordan’s assistance, stumbling slightly. Farleigh finally settles into bed, eyes dropping in exhaustion.

“Thanks, Jordy,” Farleigh mumbles.

“No problem, hun,” Jordan states before kissing Farleigh on the head and walking out the door. Jordan walks towards the kitchen to grab a snack before heading to her room, noticing Oliver also standing in the kitchen.

“Hey, Oliver,” Jordan says out of courtesy, “I’m surprised you’re not as drunk as Farleigh was,” she lightly chuckles to herself.

Oliver chuckles, “Yeah, I can handle my alcohol better than some,” he watches intently as Jordan walks over to the freezer to grab a pint of ice cream. As Jordan bends over to grab the ice cream, he admires her movements and how her braids fall over her shoulder. He clears his throat, trying to distract himself from his wandering thoughts.

Jordan goes to sit on one of the kitchen counters, “How are you doing…You know, ever since your dad died,” she asks bluntly while looking up at him. Oliver’s expression flickers momentarily, surprised by her sudden question, “Oh, I’m doing fine.”

Jordan nods, though her gaze remains probing, “Mmm. You sure? Losing a parent can’t be easy,” she presses, tone gently yet persistent. Oliver offers a casual shrug, his eyes carefully avoiding Jordan’s penetrating gaze. “Yeah, well, you know. Life goes on,” he says, attempting to brush off the topic.

But Jordan doesn’t seem satisfied with his evasive response, “Right,” she says, her tone tinged with skepticism. “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Ollie?”

“Why would I lie about my dad being dead, Jordan?” Oliver challenges. Jordan hops off the kitchen counter and saunters towards Oliver. She tilts her head slightly to meet his eyes, “I don’t know, Oliver,” she replies evenly, voice unwavering, “But you seem to have a knack for keeping secrets,” she shrugs before continuing, “How is it that a random scholarship boy like you somehow manages to weasel his way into staying at Saltburn,” she shakes her head.

Oliver’s jaw tightens, expression slightly darkening, “I’m not keeping any secrets. Jordan,” his eyes narrow slightly as he meets her gaze, “And maybe I got lucky. Or someone saw potential in me.”

Jordan scoffs, “Potential? Please. You’re just another one of Felix’s pity projects,” she moves back from Oliver, “Shame.”

Oliver’s expression tightens, further, frustration simmering beneath the surface, “That’s not true. Felix didn’t bring me here out of pity. I earned my place here,” he answers defensively.

Jordan’s skepticism remains unyielding as she meets Oliver’s gaze head-on, “Earned,” she challenges, “You give a random man your bike on a Monday, and now all of a sudden, you’re besties. You give people a sob story, and suddenly you’re part of an elite crowd. Please spare me,” she rolls her eyes.

With a final dismissive glance, Jordan turned on her heel and strode away, leaving Oliver standing in the kitchen. He watches her walk out with a mixture of annoyance and admiration.

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The days following Jordan’s conversation with Oliver were filled with glances exchanged between them, each one laden with tension and unspoken suspicion. Despite the unease, Jordan and Farleigh found solace in the simple pleasure of lounging in the pool.

“My mom called me,” Jordan interrupts the comfortable silence.

Farleigh lifts his head in interest, “Hm? About what,” he asks.

“Just to talk. She was asking about my summer and whatnot. When I’m gonna start studying for the LSAT, blah blah,” Jordan laughs, “When’s the last time you talked to your mom,” she asks.

Farleigh scoffs, “Let me think...exam day, I think.”

Jordan looks at Farleigh in disbelief, “Damn, that was almost two months ago.”

Farleigh nods before focusing back on the book on his lap. Jordan notices his shift in attitude, “Touchy subject?” Jordan’s question hangs in the moment before Farleigh responds, his voice tinged with resignation, “Yeah, you could say that,” he looks towards Jordan, “She’s just annoying sometimes, but that’s my mom. Love her.”

Jordan nods her head in understanding before hopping off her floaty and going to grab her towel, “What are you doing later tonight,” she asks Farleigh.

“Nothing. Why,” Farleigh asks with skepticism.

“Well, we’ve been in the pool all day. I can wash your hair and put it in some braids for you. Only if you want,” Jordan asks.

Farleigh briefly considers Jordan’s offer before a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “Sure, that sounds nice, actually.”

Jordan grins, relieved to see Farleigh’s mood-lifting, “Great! I’ll meet you in your room in, like, two hours?”

Farleigh agrees, “Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Two hours later

“Stop moving,” Jordan commands as she moves Farleigh head back under the running water.

“But you’re getting shampoo in my eye,” he whines.

“You are a grown man. Stop whining. And look, we’re done anyways,” Jordan says, finally turning off the water. She grabs a towel before tossing it to Farleigh, allowing him to dry his hair.

“Come sit down when you’re finished,” Jordan says while gesturing to the floor before his bed. Farleigh nods and quickly dries his hair before sitting between Jordan’s legs.

As Jordan starts to braid, the two fall into a comfortable conversation.

“Honestly, you can take these braids out tomorrow morning, and your hair would be so curly. I think it would be cute. You always have your afro, but the curls would be a bit more uniform,” Jordan states while focusing on a braid.

“Is there something wrong with my hair now,” Farleigh asks, consciously touching his hair before Jordan smacks his hand away.

“I never said that, did I,” she quips.

Fareleigh jokingly argues you back, “I’m just trying to figure out what you’re insinuating. If you think my hair is bad, just say some-” Farleigh stops talking, eyes widening in shock. Jordan’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion, “What?”

Farleigh gets up to sit on the window ledge. “Look,” he says, pointing to the field.

Jordan follows, “What are you talking about-” Her eyes widen. On a bench, she sees Oliver kneeling under Venitia’s nightgown. Is he?

Jordan’s mouth dropped in shock before she took out her phone. “I’m so telling Felix,” she said with determination.

Farleigh nods in agreement, his gaze still fixed on the field, “You stupid little boy,” he mutters under his breath, his voice laced with contempt.

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Jordan and Farleigh sit beside each other outside while the family enjoys breakfast. They both exchange glances as they notice the looks Oliver and Venetia exchange with each other. Felix walks up to the table sulkily before sitting down.

“Morning. You sleep well,” Oliver asks.

“Not really, mate, no,” Felix replies with an attitude.

Sir James continues speaking, “We’re thirty for dinner tomorrow. Stopford Sackville has cried off.”

“Oh, what a shame,” Elspeth answers sarcastically. Venetia, Farleigh, and Felix audibly groan.

In confusion, Jordan looks at the table, “I thought we liked dinner time?”

“No, we dont,” Venitia mumbles with her hand in her head in annoyance.

“Wait, who is coming to dinner again,” Farleigh asks while taking a drag of his cigarette.

“The Henrys,” Venitia mutters while biting her croissant.

“Who are the Henrys,” Oliver asks, curiosity laced in his tone.

“Dad’s friends. They’re all called Henry,” Venetia answers.

“Not all of them, Just most…” Sir James trails off.

“It’ll be fun,” Elspeth exclaims while patting Jordan’s shoulder, smiling.

“It’ll be being molested by Henry,” Venetia turns to her father, “You know which one!”

“I’ll put you next to Oliver! He can molest you instead,” Elspeth says casually.

Jordan chokes on her tea as she watches the conversation unfold. She coughs and sputters, trying to regain her composure as Farleigh pats her back.

“Jordan. Are you okay, darling,” Elspeth asks, voice laced with concern.

Jordan nods, “Yes, ma’am. I’m fine. You can continue,” she dismisses.

“Oh, Oliver, I was going to say we should do something fun for your birthday. A proper party! No Henrys! Something actually fun,” Elspeth speaks excitedly as she turns to Sir James, “What do you think, darling?”

“If Oliver would like it, I think it’s a splendid idea,” Sir James agrees.

“I think Oliver looks like he’d rather throw himself out of a window,” Farleigh says, lip twitching into a slight smirk. Jordan laughs as she stares at Oliver in amusement. Oliver turns towards Elspeth, “What kind of party?”

Elspeth shrugs, “I don’t know, whatever you want. What do you think? About a hundred people?”

Oliver stares at her in shock, “A hundred?”

“Or two. You can invite whoever you want. All your friends,” Elspeth continues.

“What friends,” Jordan mutters while taking a bite of her pancake. Oliver quickly glances at her before desperately looking at Felix, lightly tapping the boy playfully but watching as he shifts his body away from him. Venetia gets up from the table with a huff as the group watches her stomp away.

“We could have a theme! How about Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Elspeth suggests.

Jordan nods her head in agreement, already planning out her outfit.

“Bring on the slutty fairies,” Farleigh says with disinterest.

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Farleigh couldn’t help but stare at Jordan as she entered the busy dining room. She’s conversing with one of the Henrys’ wives, her charm and grace evident in every gesture. He takes a sip of his drink before walking over to her.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Farleigh says.

The two women stop their conversation before noticing Farleigh’s approach. Jordan offers him a warm smile as he joins them while Henry’s wife looks at him expectantly, “Hello, Farleigh. How are you, love?” the older woman exclaims.

“I’m doing good, ma’am,” Farleigh answers charmfully. Jordan smiles at Farleigh’s response, appreciating his polite demeanor. “I was just telling her how great my time here has been,” she says, turning back to the Henrys’ wife. Farleigh nods, feigning interest in the conversation. Jordan bids the woman farewell before following Farleigh to sit in their assigned seats at the long table.

“Look at you, Ms. Houston,” Farleigh teases.

Jordan nudges his shoulder, “Listen. I’m trying to network. Okay?”

Farleigh holds his hands up in protest, “Hey, I’m not judging,” he laughs. “You know we’re doing Karaoke later,” Farleigh asks while eating.

“Oh, I love Karaoke! I can’t wait,” Jordan exclaims excitedly. I love her smile.

Much later into the evening, everyone gathered in the great hall. Farleigh sits next to Oliver on the couch as he watches one of the Henrys drunkenly yell the lyrics to “Low.” He turns his head to see Jordan laughing with Felix and Venetia. He lightly smiles before turning his attention back to Oliver.

Farleigh leans closer to Oliver, “Fuck, chuck, or marry: Richard III, Henry VII, or Henry XIII. You know. I think I’d fuck Richard III. He’s so insecure, so you know he’d do the work, right?”

They chuckle. Oliver looks him in the eyes, “Or you could just fuck me instead,” he says casually, tension builds up in the air between them, “Why did you and Jordan tell Felix about me and Venitia?”

Farleigh smiles innocently, “Well, we didn’t think he’d react that badly,” Yes, we did.

“Yes, you did,” Oliver objected.

“Yes, I did,” Farleigh confirms. Oliver shifts closer to Farleigh, “You know, if you ever want someone to talk to, you can always tell me, Farleigh,” Oliver whispers. Why would I do that?

“What do you mean,” Farleigh asks.

“Well, I know you’re having a hard time at home. I know how that feels. When things are so precarious, it’s terrifying. And lonely. And it must be so fucking weird having to ask them for everything.” He nods his head towards the Cattons, “And I know it seems like Jordan is way out of your league,” Farleigh eyebrows twitch in slight anger, “And I know you fucking hate me-” Oliver rants before he’s interrupted.

“I…I don’t hate you,” Farleigh begins; Oliver continues,”- but if you ever want me to talk to them. If I can help in any way, just ask.”

Farleigh offers Oliver a faux smile before being interrupted by Henry’s terrible singing.

“Alright. I think I’m gonna go put him out of his misery.” Farleigh stands up to take the microphone out of Henry’s hand and select a song.

“Alrighhht. Well done, Henry, that was great. Round of applause for Henry,” Farleigh smiles mischievously as he picks a song, “Now it’s time to take things up a notch. We have someone here who is a very talented singer.” The speakers blare the intro to “Rent” by The Pet Shop Boys.

“He’s your best friend and mine,” he says sarcastically, “Oliver Quick!”

Jordan and the Cattons cheer loudly in the back of the room. Farleigh grabs Oliver’s hand to force him to the front of the room. Oliver reluctantly makes his way to the front of the room, feeling a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach. His gaze flickers to Farleigh, who watches him with a knowing smirk.

“Don’t be shy, Ollie,” Farleigh teases.

“The words are on the screen, Ollie. Go crazy,” Jordan yells mischievously. The music starts, and Oliver begins to sing, his voice shaky and uncertain. Jordan watches from the sidelines, her expression unreadable as she observes Oliver’s performance. She notices him starting to slightly loosen up. Farleigh leans against the wall with Jordan, a smug grin playing on his lips, cigarette in hand, as he watches Oliver.

You bring me food. I need it. You give me love. I feed it.

Felix and Venetia look at Farleigh and Jordan, noticing the amusement on their faces.

I love you. You pay my rent.

Silence takes over the room. The audience now understands why the song was chosen.

Jordan and Farleigh cheer from the back of the room, “Whooo! You tell ’em, baby,” Jordan exclaims.

Felix exclaims furiously, “Guys!”

Oliver smiles through the humiliation, “This is your song as well, Farleigh. Come finish it,” he says slyly.

Farleigh leaps up, “Only if you insist,” he walks to Oliver. He grabs the mic confidently, “You took me to a restaurant off Broadway. To show me who-”

Oliver glares intensely at Farleigh, his eyes boring into Farleigh’s with an unsettling intensity. Fareligh, undeterred by Oliver’s intimidating gaze, continues to sing, his voice strong and unwavering, spurred by the crowd’s cheers.

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Jordan stumbles slightly as she holds on to Farleigh’s arm, Felix and Venetia trailing behind them.

“Did you see his face? He looked absolutely mortified,” she laughs.

Farleigh chuckles in agreement, his arm steadying Jordan as they continue walking down the hallway, “Yeah, it was priceless,” he replies, a smirk playing on his lips. Felix’s jaw tightens as he glares at the back of their heads, “Why did you do that, Farleigh,” he asks, frustration evident in his voice.

Farleigh turns his head, taking notice of Felix’s disapproving tone. Farleigh shrugs nonchalantly, “Do what,” he asks innocently.

“Lighten up, Felix,” Jordan chimes in, her tone teasing. “It was funny, no?”

“No,” Felix deadpans. Jordan rolls her eyes.

“This isn’t a joke, Jordan,” his tone stern. “You two need to stop antagonizing Oliver.”

Jordan’s frustration bubbles to the surface as she confronts Felix, “Oh my god. It’s always about Oliver. He’s a big boy, you know? He doesn’t need you to protect him,” Jordan groans.

Felix’s eyebrows knit together in disbelief at Jordan’s reaction, “What the fuck is your problem with him?” He asks, taken aback by her sudden outburst.

Jordan stops in her tracks, her eyes blazing in intensity as she meets Felix’s gaze, “First of all. Don’t ever curse at me again,” she warns, voice firm, “Secondly, he doesn’t belong here,” she argues.

Felix’s expression shifts from surprise to frustration as he tries to make sense of Jordan’s frustration, “What do you mean he doesn’t belong here,” he presses, his tone demanding an explanation.

“What I just said, Felix,” Jordan challenges.

Felix scoffs, “And you think you do?”

Farleigh and Venetia watch from the sidelines as the scene unfolds in front of them.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Jordan asks.

“You’re just some random exchange student. Do you think you’re better than him,” Felix questions, voice heavy with anger.

Jordan laughs in disbelief, “Oh, that’s how you think of me? I never said I was better than anyone, but at least I don’t try to act like someone I’m not.”

Farleigh exchanges a glance with Venetia, concern evident in his eyes as he watches the argument between Jordan and Felix escalate.

Venetia steps forward, her voice calm yet authoritative, “Felix, that’s enough,” she interjects, her voice firm, “You’re drunk. You don’t mean that.”

Felix rolls his eyes before storming towards his room, Venetia following him. Farleigh looks at Jordan in disbelief, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Jordan barges into her room. Farleigh follows closely behind, catching her arm and turning her around to face him, “You need to calm down,” he instructs, “You’re drunk.”

Jordan rolls her eyes before throwing his hand off her arms, “I’m not that drunk. I meant everything I said,” she huffs as she sits down on her bed.

Farleigh’s brows furrow in concern as he takes a step closer, “What’s going on,” he asks, voice laced with concern.

Jordan rubs her hands down her face in exhaustion before sighing, “I had talked to Oliver the other night. Asked him how he felt about his dad dying.”

Farleigh’s expression softens as he sits beside Jordan, “And?”

“He just seemed so nonchalant about it. Too nonchalant. Obviously, everyone’s grieving journey is different, but that was more than acceptance; that was indifference,” Jordan looks at Farleigh with concerned eyes, “It just doesn’t sit right with me, you know?”

Farleigh nods his head in understanding, “I get you. I also talked with him,” Jordan looks at him, intrigued, “What did he say?”

“He said, ‘If I ever need to talk, I can always go to him,’ Farleigh says in a high-pitched voice.

“Why would he say that?” Jordan asks.

“I think he overheard a conversation between me and Felix,” Farleigh rolls his eyes, “Because there’s no other way he would know that information.”

“See! He’s a snake,” Jordan pauses “…What did you and Felix talk about?”

Farleigh sighs before throwing his head back, “My mom is not the richest in the family,” he begins reluctantly, his expression reflecting a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

“She’s been struggling for a while now with her money, and the only way I can attend school here is because of my Uncle,” he continues.

“What were you and Felix arguing about then,” Jordan asks.

“He claims my uncle doesn’t want to enable my mother anymore. Even though they have no problem throwing a party for a stranger, they’ve only known for two months,” Farleigh asks, frustration evident in his voice.

“That’s stupid, and Felix has no business speaking for his dad,” Jordan says bitterly.

Farleigh nods and shrugs his shoulder, “It is what it is, I guess,” he states before lying in Jordan’s bed. Jordan notices his eyes drooping, “You don’t want to get any clothes to change into?”

“I probably should, huh… You’re letting me sleep in here.” Farleigh teasingly asks.

Jordan narrows her eyes playfully, “Yeah, dont push it,” she retorts with a smirk, “And hurry up before I change my mind.”

Jordan chuckles as she watches Farleigh rush off to grab his clothes. Ten minutes later, Farleigh darts back into the room, durag in hand, “Can you put this on for me?”

“No, you got an afro right now,” Jordan digs in one of her drawers and takes out a black bonnet, “Put this on instead,” she tosses the bonnet towards Farleigh. Farleigh puts the bonnet on and looks at Jordan with a cunning grin.

She lets out a surprised yelp as Farleigh playfully throws her onto the bed. She lands with a thud, laughing as she looks up at him, “You’re on top of me,” she states matter-of-factly.

Farleigh’s playful grin widens as he looks down at Jordan, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “Is it a problem?” he teases, leaning a little closer. Jordan’s laughter continues, but there’s a hint of something else in her expression as she meets Farleigh’s gaze. “Depends on what you plan on doing up there,” she replies, gaze lingering. Farleigh licks his lips, a hint of anticipation in his eyes as he leans closer to Jordan, “What do you want, Jordan,” Farleigh asks, voice low.

As Jordan’s lips brush against Farleigh’s chin, a surge of electricity courses through him. His heart quickens as he inhales sharply at the sensation.

Jordan pulls back slightly, her eyes locked with Farleigh’s, “What do I want?” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper.

Farleigh’s breath catches in his throat, his gaze fixed on Jordan’s lips, longing for more. “I want…” he begins, his voice husky with desire, but his words trail off as he leans closer, closing the distance between them, lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Farleigh’s hands find their way to Jordan’s waist, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss, his heart racing in anticipation. Jordan grabs Fareligh’s hair, her breath mingling with his. Their kiss is intense, fueled by longing and unspoken emotions. Farleigh’s breath hitches in response to Jordan’s touch, a soft moan escaping his lips.

As they pull away, their eyes meet. Jordan smiles slightly and says, “How long have you wanted to do that?”

Farleigh gazes into Jordan’s eyes, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and desire. He brushes a braid out of her face, “For longer than I would like to admit.”

Jordan’s smile widens, “Well, I’m glad you finally did,” she says softly, her voice laced with affection. Farleigh leans in to gently kiss Jordan’s forehead before settling next to her. Jordan wraps her arms around Farleigh, pulling him close, “It was good, wasn’t it,” she asks jokingly.

Farleigh rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around Jordan’s waist as he pulls her closer. “Don’t let it go to your head,” he teases, his tone playful as they settle into the comfort of each other.

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The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. The only sound is the sound of Jordan’s light snores. Farleigh lies asleep in bed, his breathing steady and calm. Jordan is next to him, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, Farleigh fills a heavy weight on top of him, and before he can react, he feels a hand cover his mouth. Farleigh’s eyes widen in alarm as he realizes the danger he’s in. He tries to move, but Oliver’s weight holds him down, pinning him to the bed.

Farleigh whispers angrily, “What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers furiously, his voice barely audible beneath Oliver’s hand.

Oliver’s gaze meets Farleigh’s with a chilling intensity. “What do you think I’m doing?” he retorts, his voice dripping with malice.

“I think you got the wrong fucking room,” Farleigh whispers fiercely.

Oliver leans closer, his breath hot on Farleigh’s face, “And I think you don’t belong here. Both of you.”

Oliver looks at Jordan before glancing at Farleigh, “Jordan’s been getting too nosy, Farleigh. Asking too many questions.”

Farleigh’s heart races as he feels the weight of Oliver’s threat bearing down on him.

Farleigh’s eyebrows furrow in anger, “Leave her alone.”

Oliver grins down at him menacingly, “Ah, Ah. Nothing will happen to her. If you behave.”

Farleigh’s fear is palpable as Oliver’s words hang heavy in the air. He knows he’s in danger, and Jordan’s presence beside him only adds to his unease.

“Are you going to behave, Farleigh?”

Farleigh heart pounds in his chest as he weighs his options, “Yes… I’ll behave,” he answers reluctantly.

Oliver’s grin widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Sleep well.”

Oliver gets off Farleigh and slips away into the darkness, leaving Farleigh shaken. The room is silent once more, but the threat lingers. Farleigh looks over at Jordan, still sleeping soundly beside him, unaware of the danger that lurks in the shadows.

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