#— & felixferitas.

[noclassact]

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Rhys has barely stepped one toe into the great hall when he hears Venetia chirp, "There you are!" and unceremoniously fling a mountain of shopping bags into his unsuspecting arms. He looks at her askance over said little mountain, trying to manipulate as many of the handles up his wrists lest everything go toppling out onto the floor. Christ, that'd be fucking embarrassing, wouldn't it? His first week as well. Some of these are from bloody Harrods. "For some reason the driver refused to help me bring them in," says Venetia airily, pushing past him with a little bounce in her step. For an awkward moment, he's not entirely sure what to do with the bags or himself, and then she glances over her shoulder with a mischievous, toothy smile, crooking her fingers to motion him to follow. Before he can stop himself, he's replying out loud, "Was it the old geezer or the young'un?" Shit. He winces, bites the inside of his cheek until it hurts, and wills himself to shut the ever-loving fuck up. Venetia just laughs in delight. "The old man, yes. Whyyy?" No talking. No chit-chat. Only answer when asked a direct question. He's careful to peer down the halls and into open rooms, just in case someone else is eavesdropping and getting funny ideas. "Awww, so you're just going to sulk? That's no fun." Not supposed to be fun. Rhys stares straight ahead, right over the top of her pretty blonde head. "You're not going to get in trouble, Rhys, I promise." Not falling for that either. If the Cattons wanted to pretend they were ever truly friendly as children, they were more than welcome to stuff it. With a dramatic sigh, she rolls her eyes. "That's fine. You never liked me much anyway, I suspect." In a mock whisper she adds, "Not as much as Felix." Rhys very much wants to climb out the nearest window.

[ourpretender]

/ hello FRIENDS — sry for Only making posts abt being away but i will be on a trip (again) starting today till the 9th !!! brought my laptop with me though so , crossing my fingers that i'll be writing anyway !! thanks for all the patience as always !! 💜

[tearfest]

closed starter for @felixferitas.

ㅤㅤpink, low-rise tracksuit bottoms sit just below the curve of her swaying hips, the back of which was embezzled with the glistening juicy branding that her daughter called her trashy for wearing. honeyed spoon is trapped between her lips as she sucked off the golden remnants — one hand prepping her kettle to boil whilst the other carefully cradled her slice of toast, manicured fingertips resting against the crusts in an attempt to avoid stickiness. it's worth noting that she's only wearing a bra from the waist up — a pretty and black lacy number that matched the g-string that poked above the waistband of her sweats. but it's her day off, and there was no one else at home, and so she doesn't even worry when she hears footsteps behind her — still stood with her swaying back to the door as she took a bite from her toast, bending at the hip some as she reached over the counter to turn the radio down.

ㅤㅤ" i thought you'd already left for class, sweetheart? " metal clinks against metal as she tossed the spoon in the sink, cursing under her breath as the string of honey that formed between her lips and the remainder of her breakfast swung and fell against her upper torso. she spins on her heels, reaching out for a plate to place her breakfast down on before she's dropping it completely — startled at the sight of a six foot (minimum) model of a man in her kitchen, and not her daughter. " holy sh— sorry. " she's laughing as she apologised, cheeks reddening as she swallowed thickly. " hana's one night stand? hi, i'm hana's mum. did she not wake you up before she left for class? " her loss, she thinks — warm brown eyes greedily raking along his physique before settling on arguably the handsomest face she'd ever laid eyes on, causing her demeanour to soften a tad. " i'd offer to shake your hand but, i'm kinda sticky. "

[malka-lisitsa]

@felixferitas goes to the same college as Katherine

It's getting a little Sus how Katherine hasnt actually turned in a single paper this semester and yet oddly, is still passing... so she at least has to have one that she can set on a desk so that someone somewhere can say "I saw her turn something in." Picking the subject was easy, her nest paper was due for poetry class... now to find some sensitive nice guy type to write it for her. Which is where she came to Felix Cantton. Word around the school with the girls was he was rich and sweet and British. That was more than enough for Katherine to stereotype.

The incognito vampire knew exactly where to find him at lunch hour, he was pretty predictable in some cases, he and his friends. So she made her way there and spotted his table- pretending like it was a complete coincidence.

"Hey, you guys go to the university." She smiled upon approach. Two of the guys who went to more parties than they ever should knew exactly who she was and were already offering to grab her a drink. She accepted of course. Sitting down at the offered seat, but all her attention went to the man she didn't know on a personal level.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Katherine."

[dogeats]

@felixferitas sent : " you may not realise this, but i've been pretty damn patient with you already. " ( post felix meeting the quicks? )

which is worse: being caught in a lie, or the storm that follows? oliver thinks he had understood everything. he kept his cards close to his chest. he turned his phone off, ignored every call, every message, every voicemail— & all for nothing.

oliver's head spins. they've been sitting in felix's car, halfway down the street, in silence for the past ten minutes ( he's counted ) & nothing he thinks of saying seems right. not when felix is bristling with unspoken anger & betrayal.

you may not realise this, but i've been pretty damn patient with you already.

there it is again: that wave of nausea, crashing over him in an attempt to drown him completely. " felix— "

what is he supposed to say this time? the words get caught in his throat &, for the first time since this elaborate lie started, oliver doesn't have an answer, other than:

" 'm sorry. "

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤ" so, what... no witty remark? nothing clever to say? " inky eyes were illuminated by the pale light of the moon as she stared accusingly up at him from where she sat cross-legged on the grass, a fresh stream of burgundy running down the side of her contrastingly pale face. " you college boys usually have some smart shit to say. "

closed starter for @felixferitas.

[awalkoflife]

@felixferitas sent: you're the shit. you deserve the best. ( fee & india )

india wonders if he can sense it. her difference in demeanour. the way she's resorted to staying in instead of going out with them all. her lack of enthusiasm for what feels like almost everything lately. the compliment throws her off guard, the subtle sincerity of it even though he's still likening her to metaphorical shit . "fee." his name is shaky on her lips, doe brown eyes filling up despite herself. it's nearing the end of the school year, her nerves are frayed and she's more sensitive than ever. "you don't, we don't ---" have to do this. whatever it was. their way of preparing to say goodbye for the summer, perhaps? she finds it to be too much, his sentiments, as well as her own emotions. "ugh, it's so fucking hot." could she fool him by pretending it was merely the weather that was bothering her?

turning momentarily in the opposite direction, she swipes her hand across her face. a couple of stray tears are rubbed away with a quick flick of her fingers. she's trying and failing to compose herself in front of him, something that she thought she'd mastered. "i'm sorry." the apology is unnecessary because she already knows that he won't judge her for this. as unintentionally cruel as he'd been with her heart, she knew with certainty that he still cared about her. "my parents are getting a divorce." the weight of her words feel heavy in her throat. he's the first person she's told. as an only child, india had no siblings to comfort her or confide in. she'd been carrying the news around for a while, trying to bury it in the sand until the exams were over. "my mum is moving back to london indefinitely, but my dad's staying in italy. i'm thinking of spending the summer with him."

[carminekings]

— ❛ i have a thing about strays. ❜ @felixferitas

martin stares at him, sucking the salt from his fingers when felix confesses. he's busying himself with the dwindling basket of fries, but the comment, though bracketed with a common grin, comes sincere -- more genuine than he'd expected. it is unlike steven's pity, unlike anna's politeness. if felix blushes in the act of it, martin can only assume it to be a mix of longstanding guilt and an unintentional fondness. it doesn't surprise him much -- he knows he has an effect. "i have a mom," he clarifies, before slouching back against his seat, unperturbed. "she would probably be offended if you called me a stray." the monotony of his delivery would be unnerving if not for martin's immediate smile -- paired, almost menacingly, with still blue eyes.

[ripgray-moved]

                   felix sacrificed: ❝ peter, come on. this isn’t funny. ❞

           "not trying to be funny. if i have to get out of this blanket right now i'll             actually kill myself."

           it's a crass, somewhat facetious thing to say— but in some regards it's honest. while having to leave the sanctity of his cocoon may very well not prove to be literally lethal, he feels as if he has no energy whatsoever to face the day with. that desire to stay in bed is absolutely genuine; the crippling anxiety he's awoken to no laughing matter. why does everything have to be so shitty all the time?

           "just go," peter mumbles, the fetal position he's already claimed tightening all the more. the blanket is tugged over his head, shutting out what little light sneaks in from beneath his drawn curtains. "i'm not getting up."

[winterbeheaded]

unknown meme . "i wish you'd take better care of yourself." @felixferitas

she's taken aback , pink lips parting as her doe eyed gaze widens . like a deer in head lights , she faces her worst fear . death , this is the death of the girl she had tried to show the world . so joyful , so perfect . her facade , it's breaking , and her eyes brim with tears . she smiles anyway , shaking her head , still trying to play pretend . ❛ i d-d-don't know what you're talking about . ❜ she's trying so fucking hard to keep that smile , to show how happy and healthy she is . but it's not working , it's all a mess . ❛ you're confused , is all - i'm good . great , ev-even .. ❜

[ourpretender]

❛ you make me nauseous. ❜ ( maze scene .... also tumblr isnt . letting me send this or cooperating well so im forelornly putting my forehead against the doorfacing .. )

— unconventional dynamics.

felix's lips are soft, damp from kissing india, smokey from a chain of cigarettes, and bitter from a shot earlier at the dance. he knows the source of each note — of course he does, ever dutiful until the end — but the smack of their lips, the kiss unwanted and sudden, leaves behind a biting expression. oliver licks his lips anyway, laps his teeth in addition, when bumbling forward. "why? — because i love you?" his knees are shaky, and the coke laced wine is climbing him quicker than he expects, wrestling him with increasing imbalance. but the conversation is necessary, the talk of their unnecessary division, of utmost priority. oliver can't leave without it; can't live without him. "because i did everything i could to — to make you see that?"

[dogeats]

@felixferitas liked for a one-liner.

" are y'sure this is a good idea? "

[petitsdieu]

c 𝑓𝑡. @felixferitas

Hara doesn't watch horror films often — all their bank is contingent on the value of sexual-squirm-worthy-edge, The Shining results in an ironic dimming-dull. There's nothing to be had in the yellow-old-paper tint or the halls of gelatin goo. Even less in Nicholson.

❛ Can we middle? Put on a rom-com? ❜

She wants to mush-melt into something she can really chew on. A cheek turns in to re-gather her attention on Felix, banishing the movie to a single ear. And even that, it's less and less heard. She's glad he isn't committed to finishing what they started. Subtly, she rejects the idea of Superbad — her opinion holds conveniently in its name.

Hiding in her, is like hiding in himself. Same hot-floral shampoo smell. Borrowed one of his button-ups. Et cetera.

She nudges a nose to his cheekbone and leans in.

❛ Are you really scared? ❜

Or is he playing it up? He's pretty enough to pull off both.

[awalkoflife]

@felixferitas

[signetied]

@felixferitas asked: " do you mind if i smoke? " an assortment of dialogue prompts

farleigh looks around the room, then down to his cousin's hand where he spots the joint. it's then a devious smirk spreads across his lips as he eyes it for a moment. ❛❛ yeah, but do it over by the window. the last thing i need is getting kicked out before i even get to prelims. ❜❜ not like that was anything new for farleigh, he knew better than anyone the consequences of breaking the rules and finding oneself in a compromising position at school. but he also figured, as long as they were careful with it and didn't get caught, how much harm could it really do?

he moves over to the window, reaching up to pull the top latch before popping it as far open as it will go. the late - afternoon air is inviting, and he takes a deep breath in before turning back to his cousin. even though the two were practically attached at the hip on most days, he really did enjoy the time he got to spend with him one - on - one ... best friends, and all that. reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a red lighter from. and he tosses it to the other before pushing himself up onto his bed that rested just beneath his window, just like at home. ❛❛ guests honor, felix. ❜❜

[carminekings]

— ❛ listen to me. don’t throw your life away. ❜ @felixferitas

they were all the fucking same. all pompous, all bark without bite, all pretentious and inhuman and out of touch. sully's voice rings in his head; the challenging smirk splitting his face as he drawls, more pleased than he should be: you're not so great on y' own either. he's learned this to be true. he has the scars to prove it, rubbed stitches along his spine, scabs across his shoulders. even so -- even still -- joe flares, burns like a firecracker, and turns his canines on felix. his forearm collides with felix's sternum, and they tumble back, smacking winded air from the opposing figure as joe snarls. "don't fuckin' tell me what to do! y' don't get ta. i don't hafta' listen to anyone -- 'specially you." he shoves tighter, presses harder, leans the majority of his questionable weight forward in the process. "you on 'is side now, are ya? think he's right 'bout me now?"