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lee felix x reader. in which a viral challenge involving chocolate has gone rampant on your fyp leaving you with no other choice but to participate.

this has been in the drafts for literal months- like i genuinely forgot about it until now hence why this trend is a little outdated 😭😭 this probably has some mistakes like i said it’s been in the drafts for a whileeee.

“are you recording me?”

felix’s familiar accent penetrates the silence as to carefully prop up your phone, the freshly bought packet on your lap crinkling with your every move.

ignoring his question, you lean back and study the angle making sure you’re both in view while cutting off the mountain of laundry you’d thrown on the sofa to be folded

once satisfied, you grabbed the packet on your lap and opened it up before turning to your boyfriend, who was looking at you skeptically.

“you’ve seen this challenge before, right? these have the colours: pink, green and yellow inside of them. we have to guess which colour it is going to be before we eat it.”

felix hummed, an excited grin spreading across his face as he sat up properly

“i’m excited this sounds fun.”

you peck his cheek gently before reaching out to press record on your phone, once you’re sure it’s recording you dig into the bag and pull out the first clinker.

“if this is green, felix will do the dishes for a week.”

felix gasped, leaning around you slightly as he watched you bite into the clinker, chewing on one half and turning the chocolate around to face the camera.

yellow.

felix cheered loudly as you huffed, shoving the other half into your mouth in defeat.

“if this is pink, y/n will do the dishes for a week.”

you watched him carefully, eyeing the clinker with dread

“green.”

you threw your hands up in the air, while felix laughed fondly, eating the rest of the treat.

“so does this mean none of us do the dishes? it’s just a mountain for the next week?”

“if this is green, felix and i have to do the dishes together.”

the air shifted, a thick layer of anticipation draping over the room as you raised the clinker to your teeth and bit it in half, slowly turning the other side toward the camera

green.

the two of you groaned, falling into each other with matching cries of disappointment.

“we can make a date of it.”

felix snorted at your suggestion.

“oh yeah, what did you guys do for date night? we did the dishes together.”

“house chore romance. anything is a date if you do it together. imagine, my hands all bubbly from the dish soap, yours all wet from the tap. sensually washing dishes together holding eye contact… we can even put on our romance playlist.”

you dropped your voice an octave, attempting to sound enticing, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

felix laughed loudly at your attempt, falling back against the couch making your shoulders slump in defeat. slapping his knee, you turned to the camera.

“he’s so mean sometimes. here i am trying to turn a boring chore into a romantic date and he’s laughing.”

two hands snaked around your waist, tugging you backwards. you fell against his chest, laughter vibrating your back as he dug his nose into your neck before smacking a wet, loud kiss to your cheek

pushing off him, you wiped your cheek with a grimace

“gross felix. your dna is now staining my cheek.”

he remained slumped against the cushions, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, earning him a slap with the closest cushion you could find

“if this one is yellow, felix has to buy my shopping cart!”

you suddenly announced, aggressively chomping down on the treat and turning it to face the camera

you gasped loudly, causing felix to sit up abruptly and take your wrist, moving it so he could see the colour.

“it’s not even yellow you liar. it’s green.”

you laughed, popping the other half into your mouth.

“i know it was just funny to see you react like that.”

felix scoffed.

“as if i wouldn’t buy it you anyways.”

you opened your mouth to retort, but he was already reaching around you and digging into the bag.

“if this is pink, y/n has to join a bird watching group for 6 months.”

“6? 6 is far too many felix. i’ll do it for 1.”

“fine. 1 month but you to dress up as a bird and ask the most outlandish questions each time you go, and you have to record yourself for proof.”

you hesitated, weighing out your options before you reluctantly nodded, watching in anticipation as felix turned the half eaten clinker toward the camera.

you heard his laugh before you saw the colour and dread washed over you.

“it’s pink!”

he screamed loudly, shoving the colour right up to the camera as if they couldn’t already see it

you folded your arms, shaking your head unhappily.

“i take it back. i don’t wanna do it. bird watching isn’t so bad but asking outlandish questions in a bird costume is too far.”

“it’s pink, you gotta do it.”

you tried to hit him with your best puppy dog expression, and you thought you had him when his smile dropped and he cupped your face

but then he rubbed his nose against yours and his breath coated your lips as his started chuckling once more

“lets get that bird costume ordered, hm?”

pushing him away, you yanked a clinker out of the bag, revenge steeled in your eyes.

“if this is green, every time you meet up with your friends for a full month, you have to wear high heels the entire time.”

“that’s gonna hurt though.”

you shrugged, bringing the treat to your teeth and repeating the process. felix watches like a hawk, his hands clasped together as he mutters multiple pleas beneath his breath.

slowly, you turn the clinker around and a massive triumphant smile spreads across your face

“GREEN! GET THE HIGH HEELS OUT, PRETTY BOY !”

felix has his face in his hands as you jump about the couch in pure, unadulterated joy.

“i’m finding you the most embarrassing birds costume possible.”

“fine by me. just means you’ll be wearing the highest heels possible.”

the video cuts to the two of you in bed, lamps illuminating the room as you huddle together in matching pyjamas and face masks, felix’s hair being pushed back by a headband designed to look like a crab.

“okay so we are currently ordering the heels and the bird costume. so stay tuned for the haul when they arrive.”

“and also stay tuned for y/n’s bird watching content!”

felix buts in with a tired laugh, his head popping into frame against your shoulder as you pan the camera back toward you.

you look less than pleased in comparison to felix who actually looks unbothered by the concept of heels.

“can’t we switch?”