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worth the wreckage: felix x y/n part 18
summary: felix is your best friend morgan’s boyfriend: soft-spoken, warm, hers. he’s supposed to be off-limits, but he’s the one in your bed at 3am, whispering
“stay” against your lips like you’re the mistake he’s willing to make twice. if morgan ever connects the dots, you’re both done.
warnings: cheating themes, toxic relationship dynamics, jealousy, guilt, swearing, angst, emotional dependency, eventual spice (18+ later parts)
felix ended up at the library before it even really woke up.
outside, campus still felt half-asleep. the air was cold enough to bite at his cheeks, the sky that soft, pale gray that made everything look washed out. he shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket and watched his breath curl in front of him as he walked.
he didn’t have class. he didn’t have anywhere he had to be.
but staying in his room meant lying in the dark, staring at his phone, and he’d already done too many nights of that.
so he went where it was quiet.
the automatic doors sighed open when he stepped inside. the library smelled the way it always did this early - dust and paper, that weird clean stillness that made you feel like you had to whisper even when no one else was there.
the front desk was empty except for a sleepy student worker scrolling her phone. a few scattered people sat at tables by the windows, hunched over laptops and coffee cups, existing in their own little private worlds.
felix headed straight for the back.
he knew which floor would be emptiest, which row of shelves nobody bothered with at this time of day. he’d learned the quiet corners by accident, from all the nights he’d stayed late just to avoid going back to his dorm when things with morgan were bad.
today, the quiet felt different.
he picked a table by the window, near a wall of books that looked like they hadn’t moved since the eighties. his usual spot. his notebook and pen came out of his bag first, then his phone, face down.
he sat for a second, staring at the blank page.
usually, this was where he’d spread out flash cards. open his laptop. pretend to study.
today, the cards stayed in his bag.
he pulled his headphones from his hoodie pocket and untangled them with clumsy fingers, plugging them in and sliding them over his ears like armor.
he opened his music app, thumb hovering for a moment before tapping on a song he’d had on repeat for days.
“heartbreak anniversary” by giveon.
the first few notes slid into his ears that sounded like it already survived something he was still in the middle of.
felix closed his eyes for a beat.
yeah. that was about right.
he let the volume sit just loud enough to drown out the hum of the vents and the faint clicking of someone’s keyboard in the distance.
then he flipped his phone over, set it beside the notebook, and finally put pen to paper.
at first it was just scribbles.
random words floating across the top of the page in messy handwriting.
“your name.💛”
“I’m sorry.”
“read 2:14 pm.”
he stared at the last one and underlined it twice.
his chest tightened the way it always did when he thought about that little word under his messages: read. like a door that swung open just enough to show him no one was there.
the verse came out in pieces.
he wrote a line, scratched it out, wrote another under it. arrows everywhere. half the words crossed through. little bits in the margins.
he wasn’t thinking about making it good. he just needed it out of his head.
you were never just an afterthought
but i turned you into one with my words
he winced at that, pressing his lips together.
crossed out “words” then he wrote “rage.” and then he also crossed that out too.
the song in his headphones climbed into the chorus, all longing and regret. not the same story, but close enough that it made his throat sting.
he flipped to a clean page.
started again.
this time he wrote it like he was talking straight to you.
you were in the middle of a war i started
wearing both our bruises like they were yours to carry
i called you my home and turned you into a hiding place
he stopped there, pen hovering, heart thudding a little too hard.
his phone buzzed once.
he glanced at the screen like he couldn’t help it.
notification from the group chat. not you.
his shoulders dropped.
he checked your chat anyway. nothing new. same last message from him at the bottom.
felix: are you okay?
read yesterday 11:19 pm
he swallowed and swiped back to the music before he could spiral again.
the song looped. he didn’t even remember hitting repeat; it just kept starting over, that same ache pressing against his ribs.
he bent his head over the notebook and wrote more.
the words started coming faster now. still messy, still half wrong, but real.
you said you loved me and walked away
not because you wanted to
but because i made it easier to leave than to stay
he paused, lip between his teeth.
the pen shook a little where it rested against his fingers.
he thought about the look on your face in the union. the way your voice broke when you said, i did love you. i actually did.
he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, like that might wipe the memory away.
it didn’t.
he dragged the pen down the page again.
you won’t answer
but i still talk to you here
on lined paper, in the margins
on nights the ceiling feels too close
he sat back, staring at what he’d written.
it wasn’t polished. it wasn’t clever.
it just sounded like him. like the inside of his chest.
outside the window, the sky had shifted from gray to a washed-out blue. students were starting to cross the quad in little clusters, coffee cups in hand, backpacks bouncing against their shoulders.
his phone lit up again. another message, another chat. not the one he wanted.
he picked it up anyway and opened your thread, thumb hovering over the keyboard.
for a second he almost took a picture of the page and sent it to you with something stupid like this is what i’ve been doing instead of sleeping.
instead, he just stared at the empty text box.
what could he possibly say now that wouldn’t sound like another excuse?
after a long minute, he typed:
i started writing about you today
he looked at the sentence, heart in his throat.
his thumb moved to the backspace.
slowly, he erased the whole thing.
he dropped the phone facedown on the table, like if he couldn’t see the screen, it couldn’t hurt him.
“heartbreak anniversary” rolled into the next chorus in his ears.
felix hunched over the notebook again, pen moving across the page as the library stayed quiet around him, and for the first time in days, he let himself say everything to the only person who would definitely hear it:
the one waiting in the lines of his own messy handwriting.
next part coming soon..
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Tinnitus (wanna be a rock) by TXT
[…]
Rockstar minus the star
Just a rock, okay?
[…]
Wanna live a new life
But I’m a bit lazy
[…]
I think being a rock
I think it would be good
Just rolling around
My own rock ‘n’ roll
This song is super relatable. Thanks TXT ❤️
TXT • TINNITUS • THE NAME CHAPTER: TEMPTATION
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HAHAHAHAHA
FUNNY HOW YOU THINK THIS WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET ME TO UNFOLLOW HER.
VERY FUNNY. HAHA
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I was scrolling through songs today and I found a weird one,,, it has the artms girls credited but it’s kinda obvious that none of them have anything to do with this
the song is pretty weird, and it has the bbc building as its cover
this is either some niche arg thing or normal orbit trolling behavior lol
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the concept of my parents knowing about my love for writing fanfiction but not a majority of my irls 😭😭💔💔💔
