#jacob elordi angst

[entitled-fangirl]

It's like heaven.

Felix Catton x reader

SMUT

Summary: Felix can't keep his hands off his angel at the party. Smut later in the story.

Words: 1,676

Warnings: p in v, cursing, Oliver being a perv

Author's note: This is from an ask! Y'all are so creative, I love it!!!

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He was utterly speechless.

When he saw her, he was speechless.

She had wanted to surprise him, of course, shooing him from their bedroom when he was finished getting ready for the party so she could get dolled up.

Now, here she stood in a somewhat scandalous piece feeling beautiful, a halo placed on her head for the theme.

He simply stood in the doorway, his jaw dropped.

She saw him in the mirror, whipping around, "Felix! I said to wait until I was done!"

He shook out of his stupor, moving towards her with a smirk, "I forgot my angel wings but JESUS am I glad I came back." He placed his hands on her waist, "I mean, look at you, pretty girl…" His eyes held a look of admiration and lust. 

She stepped back with a giggle, "Not yet. I'm not done. Shoo, Lex…" She then turned around, moving back to finish her eyeliner in the mirror.

He pulled her towards him again, her back hitting his firm abs. His lips began to trace her neck as he looked at her in the mirror, mumbling, "…what is there left to finish, angel?"

She stood when she was satisfied with the eyeliner, turning around in his arms. "…just my shoes. And… I'm no angel."

He smirked leaning down to give a kiss, his voice a slight growl, "you're my angel."

The kiss was sweet and held a lot of emotion, considering how it was soon going to become something more. She pulled away, placing a hand on his chest, "…Lex."

He pulls away with a groan, "Forget the party, beautiful."

She laughs, "No! I got ready for this, Lex. Even if you don't like the birthday boy, we still have to go!"

He would always give in to her. 

He smiles, leaning in towards her again, hands beginning to wander before she stopped him, "What's going on with you tonight?"

"You're just so fucking pretty. My pretty angel. Can't keep my hands to myself."

She reaches down, taking her hand in his before she pulled him out of the bedroom and towards the party.

…

She was sat on Felix's lap when Oliver opened the door.

Felix was sitting on the small table of the overly-crowded bathroom, the pretty angel balanced on one of his thighs. He sighed when he saw Oliver.

"Felix, can I talk to you for one second?"

She looked at Felix to gauge his reaction, seeing that his eyebrows was slightly raised. He then ignores Oliver's question all together, lighting a cigarette, his other hand on his girl's thigh.

Oliver cleared his throat, "You can't ignore me forever."

He immediately rebutted, "I can try."

"Felix, we need to talk." When Felix didn't move, Oliver became insistent, "Felix, come on!"

He sighed, reaching up to place the cigarette between his angel's lips. She gladly accepts, "Look, man, I tried to be nice, but can you fuck off and bother somebody else?"

The others in the room chuckled at the interaction as they did lines off the table and floor.

Oliver stood in the doorway for a while in thought, his eyes now falling to the angel on Felix's lap. He observed her. Watched her watching him. He then turned, leaving the bathroom.

"Who was that?" Someone asked.

…

"C'mon, Lex. I wanna dance!"

She pulled him through the crowd by his hand, his wings getting hit as he passed by people, muttering quick apologies. 

"Yes, angel, yes. I'll dance with you. Anything to get you close to me."

The music was blaring, the lights overstimulating, but they didn't care. They were two college kids in love, and nothing would stop them.

He pulled her to him, their bodies pressed close together as they began to dance. 

A frown suddenly pulled to her face.

He leaned down, trying to whisper but having to yell to communicated, "Angel? Are you alright?"

She nods, her eyes staring at something in the distance. 

He turned, following her gaze.

Oliver sat at the sidelines, hoarding a bottle all to him, drinking his problem away.

But it wasn't working.

Because he wouldn't quit looking at them.

And now they noticed.

Felix frowned as well, leaning down to her once more, his eyes not leaving Oliver's, "Fuck him. Don't let him ruin this for us."

She turned back to look at him, "I don't know…"

He laughed, "You got all pretty for me, angel! Let me enjoy it for the night, yeah? No need to worry about what's tomorrow's problem!"

She nodded, letting him pull her back to him.

As his hands began to wander, so were his thoughts. 

God, she was pretty. He was blessed by the gods above for sending an angel so pure and kind as this one. His own little pretty girl. His pretty angel.

A song ended, and Felix reached down, grabbing her hand. He started to pull her away, and she wouldn't resist.

…

They walked out towards the maze, holding hands. They exchanged giggles as the alcohol kicked in. 

When they neared the entrance, she stopped, "Do you know what you're doing, Lex?"

He nodded, "'Course, angel. Wouldn't take you here if I didn't." He kissed her head, pulling her once again.

They both entered the maze, happy and in love.

What they didn't know, was that Oliver had entered too.

…

What felt like hours later, and too many turns to count, the two lovers were now in a passionate kiss, their hands wandering over each others bodies. 

He pulled away just enough to speak, "…you want me, angel?"

She nodded, "please…"

He pulled away completely, holding her jaw in his hand, a grin on his face, "I need to hear you say it."

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her voice soft, "I want you, Felix. Please."

That was all he needed.

They began to pull at each other's clothes, anything that would separate the two from each other. 

She reached up to pull off her halo, but his hand grabbed her wrist, "Don't."

She smiled into the kiss, pulling at his tank top.

Now, maybe half dressed, Felix pulled her up on to the base of the statue, holding her in place. Their kiss never broke as he began to move his fingers further down her body.

Her mouth opened slightly in an intake of breath as his gently pressed a finger into her core.

He smiled, his voice soft, "You can take it, angel. Feels good, yeah?"

She could only let out a whimper as he began to gently pump it in and out of her.

He whispered in her ear the entire time, his voice slightly gravely with lust, "Good… doing so good… stretching you out for me, baby… sweet girl…"

When two fingers were added, she pushed her head into his shoulder to avoid making too much noise.

He found it all amusing, watching her eyes close in concentration as her throat made small noises in pleasure.

When she was finally considered ready by his standards, he gently pulled his cock out. It was already hard at this point. It had been almost the entire night after seeing her in the outfit. 

He grabbed at her jaw again, "You're very sure, angel?"

She was a begging mess, her mind already mush, "please, Lex. Make me feel good, please…"

He smiled, "Anything for my angel."

He gently pushed his cock into her, both letting out a small hiss. 

She grabbed his biceps tightly, her eyes strunched a bit, trying to relax herself. 

His hand were on the bottom of her thighs, giving himself leverage, "… doing so good for me…"

He stopped when he bottomed out, giving her a moment to collect herself and adjust. He used this moment to kiss her neck softly, "God, being in you is like heaven."

And he began to thrust.

She let out small, soft little grunts and moans, her hands moving over his body in search of where to find relief. One hand eventually found his hair, pulling slightly as he let out a small, "oh, fuck."

Only the sound of skin pressed against one another was heard throughout the heart of the maze. 

"You're my angel… such a pretty little angel, aren't you?"

She whimpered, his cock hitting her g spot just right. 

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you… ugh… good girl… cum for me…"

Her voice was barely heard, "…Lex…."

He grinned, his lips still kissing at her neck, "C'mon, pretty girl. You can give me one-"

Oliver's voice came from the bushes where they entered, "Felix…"

Felix stopped, staring at his sweet little angel, whose eyes were wide with fear. He sighed, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" He pulled his pants back to their original position, zipping them up. He turned around, covering her body with himself, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you?"

She placed a hand on Felix's back, her head peering over his shoulder, "Were you spying on us?"

"No, I wasn't." He began to walk forward. 

Felix stood a bit taller, continuing to block Oliver's view. "Mate, let the fucking lady get dressed. You sick fuck."

Oliver held his hands up, turning himself around. 

Felix quickly turned, helping his angel get redressed. 

Once done, he pulled her to him, gently kissing the top of her head. He leaned towards her, whispering in her ear once more, "…go to the bedroom. I'll be there."

She nodded, her eyes filled slightly with tears. She walked forward, going to move past Oliver.

Oliver reached out a grabbed her wrist. He pulled her to him, "May want to fix that." He straightened the halo on her head, watching her nervous reaction, "Wouldn't want people to think you're naughty, do you?"

Felix stepped forward, his voice dark and threatening, "Oliver…"

Oliver let go of the girl, a slight smirk on his face. 

She left the maze to go to the bedroom, having no idea Felix would never see his angel again. 

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[sweettu1ips]

Think I’m just gonna leave this here…. A lil sneak peek behind the curtains👀👀

P.S writing will begin… right after midterms :)

-J. <3

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[remuslovebot]

Ok but what if Felix x fem!reader and Oliver is tryin to kill her first yk but fails like maybe Felix walks in and Oliver tries to lie n cover it up type of thing or that reader just ended up in a small coma? Am I ok to request this?

please i love this, honestly a sucker for angst so thank you for sending this to me 😵🫶🏻

i hope you enjoy xx

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pairing: felix catton x fem! reader

warnings: attempted murder, physical abuse, angst but with a happy ending, oliver is his own warning. lmk if i missed anything

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You had found out Oliver’s secret. He was lying to Felix and everyone about his family.

One day you and Oliver were sun bathing, waiting for Felix to return from a discussion with Farleigh. Oliver was wondering what was taking so long so he went over to where they were. He’d left his phone on his chair and it started to ring.

It was his mother. Curious, you answered the call. That was when you found out everything. The lie about his Father, his financial status, everything. You were in shock and also angry. How dare Oliver take advantage of Felix like that. How dare he take advantage of your friendship.

You planned to confront him and that’s exactly what you went to do. Walking back into the castle, you saw Oliver walking up the stairs.

“Hey Ollie!” You shouted. He turned around and looked at you with confusion. You tossed him his flip phone.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, your protective side coming out.

“Y/n, you’re acting strange. I don’t know what you mean?” Oliver said, although on the inside he was nervous.

Oliver and you were both on the stair case, he was above you and you were closer to the ledge.

“I know you lied. I know everything! About your father and where you come from. You’re a fucking liar, Ollie,” you said, looking up at him defensively.

With him being on the stairs, he was taller than you. Oliver walked down a couple steps, to match your eyesight.

“How could you have possibly found out?” Oliver asked, his voice now lower and more intense. It wasn’t a denial and you took a step back.

“Your mother called. She wanted to send you a card for your birthday,” you snapped.

“You should be careful. You might trip,” Oliver said. He needed to get rid of you. Or else you would mess up his plans.

You stood your ground, “I’m going to tell Felix. In fact I’m going to tell everyone,” you said lowly, looking directly into Ollie’s eyes.

In an instant, Oliver’s hand went around your neck, choking you. “You are not going to tell a soul. Is that clear?” He asked, almost teasingly.

You panicked and tried to pull away from him, but when you did you fell down the bottom of the stairs. Everything went pitch black.

At that moment, Felix and Farleigh had walked into the room. Farleigh only saw you fall but Felix saw Oliver’s hand around your throat and then saw you collapse down the stairs.

Felix’s heart broke, seeing you unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my god! did you push you her?” Farleigh yelled in shock.

Oliver looked at Farleigh and Felix. “It was an accident. She was going to attack me,” Oliver said, trying to play the victim.

Felix didn’t care though, he knew what he saw. And he wanted answers. But first you need to go a hospital.

“Y/n, baby please wake up,” Felix said, hovering over you on his knees. He lifted your head up and some of your body but you were out cold.

“Felix I—,” Oliver began to say, but Felix looked up at him in pure anger.

“Go. Now. Before I do something I’ll have to cover up,” Felix threatened. If looks could kill then Oliver would be a dead man.

Farleigh called Elsbeth and Sir James and the family immediately called the fastest doctor they could find.

That was the thing about being rich, you could get anything delivered to you at any time.

One of the guest rooms was turned into a hospital room. You still hadn’t woken up and Felix wouldn’t leave your side. The doctor said you weren’t in grave danger. But just in a small coma because of the impact of your head hitting the stone floor and the loss of oxygen from being choked.

Felix was angry at Oliver. Oliver had went to his room after Felix threatened him. Duncan had locked the door.

Felix would get his answers soon. But he knew he wouldn’t believe Oliver in the slightest. He had no right to put his hands on you.

Felix stayed by your side the entire night. You still hadn’t woken up and he was worried you never would. He took your hand and squeezed it comfortingly, he needed you to know that he was by your side.

Then, as if you’d felt Felix’s touch, you slowly opened your eyes.

“Felix,” you said, your voice soft and hoarse.

Felix’s heart leaped and he smiled when you awoke. “Y/n, darling. I’m here,” he said, softly.

“Felix,” you said, beginning to cry. You thought you were going to die. You didn’t know Oliver could do those horrible things.

“Shh it’s okay, lovely girl. I got you. You are safe,” Felix comforted. “I’m not going to let anybody hurt you,” he insisted.

Your stomach filled with butterflies and a small wave of comfort washed over you.

“But Oliver—he, he’s not who you say he is,” You said, looking at Felix like you would need hours to convince him.

But Felix wanted him out of the house for just purely putting his hands on you. When hearing this though, Felix raised a brow.

“How do you mean?” He asked. And you explained. The call with his mother, the confused questions you asked when you heard that his father really wanted to see Oliver.

Felix’s face broke and grew in concern. He felt like an idiot. How could he have put his trust in such a person? How could he have let someone like him anywhere near you?

“I’m so sorry, Felix. I know you two are close,” you said, tears streaming delicately down your face.

Felix shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I should apologize to you. I’ll fix this. We’ll have Oliver out of the house by the end of the day,”

“And when we return to Oxford?” You asked, Felix wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumb.

“We won’t see him back at Oxford, I promise,” Felix replied. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here and I’ll protect you.”

You nodded and closed your eyes. As soon as you fell asleep, Felix called his father into the room. Felix never left your side but told his father that Oliver needed to be removed from the house and a restraining order needed to be placed on him.

Felix would never let anything like this happen again. Not to the people he loves—especially you.

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[yoyokalicent]

so i died there under you, every night, all night.

pairing: felix catton x reader

summary: two best friends who seem to have come into the world together, leave together too.

warning(s): angst, mentions of fwb (they're so in love), drugging, drinking, death, all around sadness.

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felix had told you to follow him to the maze, kissing into the side of your head, bulge pressing into your ass as you danced besides the groups of people who gathered to celebrate oliver.

you tried to dodge the groups of people to follow him, but somewhere along the way someone offered you a blunt, and you stopped following him.

"you're with felix?" the girl asked, posh accent surrounding the blunt before she handed it back to you.

"best friends, grew up together." you say, puffing the blunt, waiting for her to respond with hooded eyes, starting to become heavy from the smoke.

her eyes light up immediately, taking the blunt from your fingers, "so you won't mind if i have a go at him? maybe even put in a good word for me?"

your lips form an 'o' as she continues to speak, "i'm actually gonna go find him." you're up from the lunging chair right away, moving across the lawn with your arms swinging in determination, determination to find felix and make him yours. show her he's yours.

you enter the dark maze and look through every corner to find him, after a while you think about giving up, giving up and just going up to his room and stripping of your clothes, going to sleep.

"felix?" you yelled one last attempt to find him, dragging your feet through the maze slowly trying to find him.

your matching golden halo was sliding over your hair, making its way toward your forehead as it covered your eyes, just as you put it back your body collided with someone else pushing you onto the ground.

"felix?" you screamed, the drinks in your system making you just a little more jumpy, and wanting him a whole lot more.

you look up from where you sit on the ground to see oliver, with wet eyes and a look on his face you can't describe, "where's fi, ollie?"

"over there." he grumbles, helping you up and pointing in his direction. you give him a pat on the shoulder before your pump clad feet take you in the direction of felix. excited for whatever he wanted to so badly give you.

all of your excitement dwindles when you see him, sitting on the grass, back against the statue with a bottle of champagne in his grasp, "you okay fi?"

"fuckin' perfect, love. how's your night?" he asks, looking down at the bottle he had yet to drink from.

you frown, "i was doing great 'till i fell on my ass," you sit beside him running your fingers through his hair, "what ruined your night? we were having s'much fun."

"i was, i really was, so excited to see you." he hands you the open champagne bottle, fizzing with excitement more than ever, "then oliver had to ruin it. you know he's a fuckin' liar?"

you hum at his words, remembering when you were swept away from the warmth of your bed to go meet olivers parents, "i know felix, can't wait for him to leave. so it's just us."

you'd been waiting for him to leave from the moment he arrived, always a couple steps behind you and felix, never giving the two of you your time alone, "drink it off, yeah?"

the smile on his face is one you're happy to see, one that takes the bottle from you, taking a huge swig before bringing it up to your lips, "yeah?" you respond wrapping your lips around the opening, bringing the liquid into your mouth, "why's it so fizzy?"

"cheap, probably. ollie gave it to me, for us." he says making your eyebrows raise in surprise, taking another sip before giving it to him.

"took a hit off a girls blunt, wanted me to put a good word in for her." you watch him drink, bracelets sliding up and down with his movements, "wanted you, bad."

his eyes roll at your words, "not happening. got you spending all my money, don't need her."

your cheeks heat up at his words, scooting so close to him you're basically on top of him, "doesn't taste good, fi." you whine, still taking a drink and giving it to him for the final time.

"i'll finish it off.'" he responds, bringing it back to his mouth for a couple seconds, giving up after about ten, "never mind. shitty champagne."

you bring your eyes up to him, open mouth resting on his shoulder, head spinning from the joint and the champagne, "wanna go find something better?" he asks, using his hands to get himself up, eyes still looking down at you.

felix shoots his hand out to let you take them, helping get you up, he notices the way you stumble, you were never one to stumble, "heels too high, love?"

your eyes furrow and look down at your legs, confused why they feel as if they aren't there, "don't feel good." letting go of his sweaty hands you fall back down, laying your head on the grass. the cool dew of the night seeming to cool you off.

your body is buzzing, trying to reach your hand back out for him but unable to, you can't move anything. you feel so tired, so absolutely tired.

he gets down on his knees and looks down at you, "gonna go get water." you watch him and nod, eyes following his movements as he walks about five feet away from you, he stumbles too, feet tripping over each other before he sits down too.

felix looks back at you and tries to stand back up, he can't, he's struggling, "fi!" you cry, not knowing what was happening.

"i'm coming, love." he brings his fore arms out in front of him, knees moving in rhythm to get him where he belongs, with you. he's crawling to you. crawling toward your numb body, head racing as he stops to take a break. heavy breaths laboring as his chest heaves.

he crawls for a couple inches, and then stops.

crawls.

stops.

this goes on for what feels like ever, before he reaches you. resting his head near yours, you had moved to lay on your stomach, "head hurts, fi." you try to scoot near him, hand laying on his back, "so tired."

your eyes flutter, so do felix's, bringing his lips up to your forehead, "let's sleep." he mutters, body going limp next to you, "the stars, they're so pretty."

you don't respond, just stare at him before closing your eyes.

after a moment his eyes close too, entering what you both thought would be a deep sleep. closing your eyes with the innocent idea you'd wake up in each others arms with a nasty hang over, the innocent idea you'd have the rest of your lives together.

the next morning they found you two unresponsive, finding you with scrams and cries. whispers from those who had spent the night, packing their belongings and leaving immediately.

venetia would be seen sitting by your bodies, mourning for her best friend and her brother, before her mother would come sit next to her in a black veil, signaling her mourning, with a comforting hand, "it's what he would want, to leave the earth with her."

it's what he would want, to leave the earth with her.

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where the world was empty - save you and i

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[g1rlken]

obsessed/possessive felix catton 🫣

Oh. Oh absolutely.

Anon you’re so real for this one🤞

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Obsessive felix

word count: 1.3k (one shot)

Warnings: the req +sorry if he gets a bit toxic

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For someone who grew up with a second pair of everything irreplaceable items were rare for felix. Or people, most relations superficial, nothing money can’t buy. That’s why she was different. He had to work for her, to be noticed to gain her affection. As unusual as it was for him he didn’t mind it.

Before they even started dating, it was difficult for felix to try and get her attention. They had different majors and one friend group in common most of whose gatherings she rarely joined. Occasional weekends here and there. He asked about her around, causality came naturally to him so most didn’t suspect a thing. Her lectures, her schedule, library visits, he memorised it all within a time span of a few days.

Felix would pick up the book she’d be returning at library, at first it was only to get an insight to what she’s interested in. What she reads in order to strike a conversational of coincidentally having same interests. However her long kept book smelt like her fragrance. It made him question his sanity halfway through a book on fluid mechanics if he was trapped by the contents of the book or the scent of her from it, it was the latter.

Much pinning, much accident meetings later they’d finally hit off. From his own past patterns and experiences in romance felix knew he would feel less and less intensely for her once he’d have her. She surprised him. As did himself, his feelings grew much more intensely than decreasing.

He felt wholly consumed by the being of her and it still felt not enough. He wanted to be drenched like the sand by the sea during a storm, he wanted her to be the rays that open his life like the petals of a morning glory flower. Because in one sense she was the answer to his glory, the glory he’s had to work for. One he wanted to announce to the whole world that she was his and the one he wanted to shield from the whole world because she was his. And his only.

She brought a sense of grounded serenity with her, in the morning with her locks softly spilled over his chest as she’d sleep through her first alarm which would evidently wake him up before her but he’d be glad. Because it would result to let him have his most cherished moment, the softest of mornings with her in his arms. The second alarm would only make him hold her tighter, not wanting to let go off her so soon.

One would forgo and turn a blind eye to a lot of things for love, his tender love came at the expense of his intense one as well. Though he was the softest of lovers, with her behind closed doors. It could most certainly be felt being with him however at certain instances it could be accounted for just how fiercely he loved. Aggressive make out sessions at the party, if someone stared at her a bit too long. It got awkward at times, in his lap or against the wall in a crowded dimly lit room. Not for him of course, it could get overbearing at times though. “You always pull something like that!” She complained as they returned from this one party, felix thought his possessive traits were subtle.

“Like what? Like kissing you? My girlfriend?” He questioned with a scoff as he removed his jacket and hanged it on the door hanger inside her dorm room.

“No-but a whole make out session? There were people around!” She complained trying to reason with him, had she felt uncomfortable with it she could’ve told him during it but it wasn’t that. Yet there was something she couldn’t pinpoint or maybe chose not to.

“It was a party” he scoffed as he walked over to her and pulled her closer to him by her waist to pause her whining, “it’s common to make out with your girlfriend at a party.”

She pulled away from his grasp, not wanting to have the firmness of the conversation she was trying to have be dismayed “No it’s always like this, especially at parties. You basically manhandle me the entire time-“

“Manhandle you?” He stopped her midway, scoffing at the sound of her baseless proponent “Really? So dancing with you, kissing you is now manhandling you?”

“It’s not, but your arms around me, kissing my neck, trying to kiss me while I’m in the middle of a conversation with someone that’s so unideal.” She advocated for what she was trying to say, she knew he was always big on physical touch and she never once minded it. However it wasn’t the first time it had happened where she’d try to have a normal conversation with anyone and felix would kiss the nape of her neck as she’d talk, pull her into his lap if she was sitting next to him. Completely disregarding whoever she was conversing with.

“So having a conversation is much more important than being close to me?” He asked, his tone was mild and composure relaxed but he felt border line offended.

“That’s not what I’m saying…” she sighed rubbing her eyes for a second, “you know that’s not how I’m saying it-“

“—Oh no please enlighten me how much of an inconvenience it is if I kiss you in front of other people!” Felix interrupted her.

“We just seem like that obnoxious PDA couple everywhere we go! And it’s not just this party or parties in general-everywhere you just…” she trailed off looking for the right word.

“Suffocate you.” He filled in for her with a scoff and looked away from her crossing his arms.

“No.” She replied firmly “No you just get overbearing. Where does that come from, talk to me.”

“Do you seriously want me to justify myself for wanting to be close to my girlfriend? Do you hear yourself?”

“Do you hear yourself felix!” Exclaiming she sighed regaining her composure, “Its like you can’t stomach the fact that I exist outside of this relationship, why can’t you just commute and tell me what’s your issue?”

“You don’t get it do you?” He let out a dejected scoff and approached closer to her, “it is fucking infuriating to see you paint me out like I’m irrational-I’m not impulsive because I’m madly in love, y/n, I am madly in love with you and I know exactly what I’m doing. To safeguard what we have, after you the most precious thing that’s happened to me is our relationship. We come off as an obnoxious couple? I come off as possessive? Fuck it.” He stated confidently as he took her hands in his, “I care about you, your sense of self and individuality is very dear to me and I’m sorry if you feel otherwise. I’ve never been in this place before where losing someone would worry me but losing you terrifies me to my core. I’m not irrational, I'm maybe rational to the point of obsession. But I am just a man who loves you more than anything in this world.” His gaze never lifted off of her eyes the entire time and he felt a bit surreal having confessed his all-consuming, all-encompassing love for her. There was a sense of vulnerability in being freed of the truth.

“Felix…” she breathed as her gaze softened, his flaws were the same as hers in a different dynamic and he was rough around the edges but now after what he confessed? She saw his love in a different much serious and committed light. Devoted. She looked down at her hands in his and back up at him with a soft smile adorning her face, she didn’t know how else to reply to him so she just leaned forward brushing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. He held held her in his arms lengthening the kiss.

“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to cherish.”

“—Yours.”

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[c4qwp]

felix catton x fem!reader

| you understand.

📎 tags : angst, female reader, felix being older than you by a year, fanon of felix be i'm such a bad writer guys, bad orthography, felix being a bit annoying but also a cutie patootie, (y/n) not mentioned, angst asfff

📎 author's note : don't hesitate to comment to help me to progress! english isn't my first language, idk if felix is fanon but i tried my best to write him like i how i see him

you would have seen it coming.

"i think we should break up."

so faint and uncertain, barely more than a whisper.

he looked uncomfortably hunched over, his forearms resting on the table, his breakfast untouched, like he was trying to make himself smaller than you, which was ironic considering you envied his nerves of steel, and of course he was smaller than you shorter It was a very embarrassing moment for a handsome man, but not this kind of moment. Never this weakness.

although the winter sun shines through the windows, the kitchen is still dark and the unpleasant feeling of unusual transparency is almost suffocating. felix isn't the type to get flustered in public, which makes you even more nervous, just when you think you've had all the training you need to imagine scenarios and possible breakup possibilities in every direction.

he didn't dare look at you, shaking his head nervously, choking silently. "say something."

howfunny that he's the best thing you know and can lift you up with one arm effortlessly — his biceps are literally the size of your head, but he says if anyone touches him, he'll cry right now.

It's also a hard pill to swallow, and it's not true that you did this to him, weakening him. you didn't know you had that much power over him yet; and he said he wanted to break, but if he actually said he did, he'd throw up. you shifted in your seat, the wood of the chair suddenly digging into your skin as your body became hyperaware of everything around you, turning your attention away from felix and crossing your hands in your lap.

the answer is on the tip of your tongue, where it has been hidden for months. of course you let him go, and what makes it easier is accepting his warning that half the things about him will be absent and secret, or knowing from the start that your time with him will be limited.

you just don't hesitate; completely overcome the first four stages of grief and begin to accept with ease.

felix catton was essentially ephemeral, either a dreamer or a visible absentee in the present moment of your life. you think of him as an outside cat who was never yours to begin with, appearing randomly and unwittingly when he wanted, a flighty, mysterious companion who was happy and eager to be around.

you don't know if he loves you so much. everyone loved felix. everyone wanted to be around him. the love was there, enough to last a long time, but you thought it was because you were secure and stable.

you were glad you gave him that, if only because you honestly weren't sure what he saw in you.

what was going on was easy enough to experience and because of that you didn't allow yourself to get too attached to him because you knew he didn't love you as much as you loved him. maybe you're kidding yourself, maybe you're sleepy and not as cool as you thought, but you're convinced that's the way it should be, the way it should be.

what's the point of realizing your name isn't at the top of his list?

are you even were you good enough for him? a feeling of insecurity has been itching you for a long time. you may have been beautiful and intelligent, but were you the first in his eyes?

you can't ever be mad at him. you wanted to be with him knowing the way he is, after all. felix is a mess despite trying not to show it, his messy straw-brown hair doesnt shine like it usually does. he hasn't gotten enough sleep in more than a couple days because of his family's issues. time whenever he has to be away for an unprecedented amount of time, or gets buried too long in his pub. wearing a white shirt, he looked very casual and didn't seem to beg to be singled out. feel sorry for him.

"alright."

he snapped his head up, his eyes immediately meeting yours, and they were no longer blank. he looked unsure if he had heard correctly and had a look of disbelief on his face. "wait what?"

your fingers traced the rim of your teacup, mimicking felix's eager movements. "you can start packing today, but if you want to stop today, i don't mind..."

"no, wait-"

"i said yes, felix."

he frowned at the name, his eyes looking away from you for a moment, and he had to blink, and you thought that not having your usual nickname had hurt him. He had to swallow before he could speak.

"and that's it?"

you don't know if this is an attempt to end your relationship or if you want to let him go easily. you do not get it. what can you say.

"what do you want me to say?"

he sighed, looked away, wiped his forehead with his hand and covered his eyes. yes, not that your hopes are in vain. you have to say no.

he's as handsome as ever, but of course he'll want to know how comfortable you are, and he won't appreciate it when he changes his design. "i heard and will agree so we co—"

"aren't you mad at me?"

this is really what he thought first?

"i don't want to get upset."

"why...?"

"well, ..." because you love him, but talking about him will make it harder.

"i'm not sure. but we are both adult and need to talk like one. i think you and i have been very good together all along. I'm not mad at you for anything. understand."

he had such a subtle, sarcastic look on his face that if you were a complete stranger you would have thought it was sarcasm, but you knew better. He insulted himself. you can read it. but you should think about it. you should be mad at him. why the fuck is he upset. things about felix seem too good to be true, his only flaw is that he is a literal playboy. but of course stopped all his relationships with other girls, right?

"don't you want to know the reason? i mean, my god, why are you taking it so passively?"

"what do you mean?"

it's hard for you too.

"how can you not be so affected?"

"It's not like that. If you want to break up, i can't make you stay, or do anything you don't want to do. that's not fair to any of us. you will be with someone you don't want, and i would know im with someone who doesn't want me."

he shook his head, brown hair framing his face, which floated gently in the air. when he strongly disagrees

with something you say, but decides to say no at the last minute, he'll furrow his brows in anger and you'll feel a little disappointed because he's not denying that he doesn't want you. "you're always doing that, you're always doing that..getting mad. you must be mad at me."

"felix. I'm just tired of all this. you want to beak up and i said yes."

he just said, "I'm sorry,"

he hated it, that was all he had to offer you, and it showed on his face. sit in the chair next to him, you both need some good communication privacy right now. "but i have plenty of time to cry, okay?

"it's not like i'm accepting it or being negative or anything... and"

"grieving?"

his eyes search yours for a moment, the realization making him gasp and his eyebrows raise, making him look younger and more innocent.

looking forward to it.

"yeah, i mean.." pressing your lips together.

"look at us. in the long run, this doesn't work. It's not real. i don't know how we got here."

his pupils swallowed all the blue in his eyes, and he had never looked at you with such hostility until the hair on your arms stood up. "did you just think about breaking up?"

"why are you mad at me now? what have I done? you're the one who broke up with me."

"you weren't happy at all. haven't you always been sure?"

"i was and i still am. it's just...you've changed, felix. you're not looking at me like before. i don't know if it's because of me that you've changed but i was here for you every single time. but no mister doesn't want to talk so go to the pub and come back all drunk and doesn't give a shit about me. so yeah i was confused about a time and wasn't sure."

his eyes were finally on you. he called your name, repeated it. "i'm so sorry, love. i'm so-"

"no felix. i'm tired. so please leave me alone for a time and let's talk an other time."

there was a blank of 2 minutes. as you wanted to say another word,

"i understand."

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mdni. long fic. not proof read.

dom! felix catton x sub! f! reader

warnings: slight angst, smut, p in v, degradation, slight biting, slight hair pulling, sub & dom, pet names, slight begging, slight praising, hate fucking, anxious reader

Felix had been upset with me all day. Do I know what I did? no. Over and over again I’ve asked what’s wrong, what did I do, and over and over again I’ve been met with the same reply, “You know what you did.” Call me over dramatic but the way he’s been acting has been eating me alive. What had I done? As the day came to an end, I contemplated on if I should spend the night in his dorm. I paced my dorm room for what felt like hours, my roommate completely tired of me, “what are you doing?” her words snapped me out of my pacing, “Felix is upset with me, and I don’t know what’s I’ve done” She rolled her eyes at me, she hated when I spoke about Felix, mainly because she use to be his old fling, but now that he’s seriously in a relationship with me, she can’t come around to it yet. “It’s serious, Maddie! He won’t even tell me what i’ve done wrong!” And exasperated sigh left my mouth, I felt like i was going crazy. It has been practically a full day and he made no effort in telling me what I’ve actually done to upset him. “Your boy troubles aren’t my problem” Maddie said as she turned her back to me.

Of course she was no help. I decided to take matters into my own hands, I left the dorm room, marching myself to his. Knocking rapidly on his door, he opened the door, assuming I’d be greeted differently he greeted me with a struggle face, “what?” He was still upset at me! “We need to talk..” I said as I fiddled with my fingers, he stepped aside letting me inside the dorm, closing the door behind me. “Go on, speak.” Felix said sternly, if he wasn’t driving me absolutely insane right now, I would have melted at his feet. “What’s been with you today? You’re acting cold, and you’re clearly upset with me! Yet you won’t even tell me what I’ve done!” He rolled his eyes at me, “you seriously aren’t going to own up to it? that’s so pathetically low of you!” Felix’s voice was raises, this took me by surprise. I stood there shocked not saying a word as he continued “Yesterday at that party Far took us to? hm? You were practically throwing yourself to some random man!” My jaw dropped “What?! when the hell did i do that?” “Oh my god stop lying! jesus christ, I can’t your such a slut, just throwing yourself at any man” Felix was fuming at this point, I could see that his ears were turning red, meanwhile I felt like my heart was about to come out of my mouth, did he really think that lowly of me? “your joking right?” Felix let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t know if you were too drunk to remember but I clearly remember you throwing yourself at a man” “you’re crazy, I’d never do that! drunk or not!” Truth be told, I was completely wasted, I don’t remember much of that night, other than coming back to Felix’s dorm. “Jesus Christ..” He ran his fingers through his hair stressed out. “I don’t remember much of anything from that night Felix, how am I supposed to remember this? I’m sorry if i did that but you cannot blame me for a drunken act!”

Another frustrated sigh came out of his mouth, then silence, “if your so sorry, beg on your knees for forgiveness.” My jaw dropped a little, as I stared at him, he was completely serious. “okay fine..” Getting down on my knees, I looked up at him, “please forgive me..i’m sorry i flirted with another man..please Felix” A smirk spread across his face, that little shit, he was never really upset, was he? “see, that wasn’t so hard was it baby?..acting like a dumb slut when drunk, can’t believe it” His words shooting straight to my core, I felt hot and bothered. His large hand went straight to my hair tugging at it, my head jerked back as I looked at him more clearly. “your going to be a good girl and get on the bed for, aren’t you?” I nodded my head quickly, feeling him let go of my hair, I scrambled to his small bed. He slowly crawled his way onto the bed, pushing me down, my breath hitched. I felt powerless under his intense gaze. Felix’s hands ran up my thighs, as they stopped at my waist band, pulling my bottoms off roughly, he pushed my legs apart kissing up my thighs, biting at him. A whimper left my lips as he bit down on my thighs hard, “Felix..” I moaned out, as I watched him sit up undoing his belt. “shut up, you’ve pissed me off enough today” Felix said in a husky tone, his fingers run up my slit, sending shivers down my body. I felt his thick long fingers shove their way inside me, pumping inside me, moaning out loudly not caring if anyone heard, calling out for him “Felix!..baby please” whimpers and moans left my mouth, as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, before abruptly pulling them out.

A whine left my lips again, watching him was he pulled out his erect cock, pumping himself in his hand. “You’re going to take it all tonight..raw” I gulped as his words, nodding at them in agreement. “been such a stupid slut haven’t you? whoring yourself out” Felix said as he aligned himself up with me, pushing his cock deep inside me, he groaned as I moaned out, “fuck! Felix!..” I felt him slowly thrust inside me, god did it feel amazing. “gonna teach you a lesson..” He muttered out as he took hold of my hips gripping them tightly, his pace quickens as he thrusts hard. Groaning out for me, I reached out to hold him only to be met with him slapping my hands down, “don’t. you don’t deserve it after slutting around” “I’m sorry!..” I stuttered out over and over, he could tell i’m clearly cock drunk. Being manhandled by him was euphoric. I knew he wasn’t going to let me cum, after all I didn’t deserve it. His pace slightly slowed as his thrusts became stuttered, he was close and I could tell. I clenched myself around his cock, he let out a loud moan, “fuck!” He yelled out, “keep clenching around me like that..fucking hell..” biting my lip I did as I was told, I felt myself moving my hips upward to his thrusts, his nails digging into my skin as he fucked me roughly. Felix let out another groan as I felt him shoot his cum deep inside me. “Felix!” I moaned out feeling him cum inside me, his thrusts slow long down, and coming to a stop completely. He stayed inside me, panting and breathing heavily as he came down from his high.

Felix slowly pulled himself out of me, his hands roaming up to my my body, touching me all over. “you know I don’t mean those words right, Love?” His tone much softer compared to earlier, I nodded as I caught my breath “i know baby” “you were so good for me tonight..” He gave me a stupid smile, as he leaned down kissing up my stomach maintaining eye-contact with me. ���How about I let you cum this time?” He said with a stupid grin, I rolled my eyes playfully at him “finally.” “shut up” Felix said with an eye roll.

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[starsinmylean]

Unconditionally and Irrevocably

Pairing - Nate Jacobs x Fem!reader

Summary - You’re suspicious of your boyfriend because he wouldn’t let you use his phone, so, you went through it. You’ve never regretted going through someone’s phone so much.

Warnings - Cursing, arguments, anger issues, manipulation, reader is in a toxic and abusive relationship, mentions of sex and nudity.

“Go the fuck home, change your fucking dress, and stay the fuck away from the stand. You’re not embarrassing me tonight.” Nate tried his hardest to contain his anger, refusing to look at you any longer and storming off towards the chili stand.

You promised Nate’s parents that you were going to help them out with the stand at the fair since Aaron had to do something really really important. Something about college applications or meeting with a requiter; you didn’t really care.

You’d forgotten you were supposed to help the Jacobs while you were going through Nate’s phone, not expecting him to catch you while he was in the shower. While he was driving you home from school, your phone was dead and you grabbed his to call your mom to let her know you were coming home late.

Immediately he snatched the phone from you and told you to just use yours. “What the fuck do I have to use mine for? It’s dead.” your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that he just snatched something from you. He never had a problem with you using his phone before, so why now?

“Fuck.” he said under his breath, reaching over your seat for the glove compartment to see if he left a charger in there but it was empty besides the driving manual. You reached for his phone again, your eyes narrowing into slits as he put it under his left thigh so you wouldn’t be able to reach it.

As soon as you got to his house he said he needed to clean up really quickly before dinner, so you could just watch a movie or something until he was done. He only remembered that he left his phone in the room with you when he was completely inside of the shower, and if he jumped out wet then you would really get mad and he didn’t need you on his ass right now.

Thankfully, your phone didn’t take too long to turn on. You scanned through his messages for a notification but the only one was from Mckay, and you weren’t going to invade Mckay’s privacy, so you scrolled through his instagram dm’s. There, he left everyone except you and his brother on read.

You huffed in annoyance, pausing to think about why he was being so weird about you using his phone earlier, there was nothing on it. As a last measure, you scrolled through his camera roll, maybe you were afraid he’d find a nude of some girl or something?

Then, you thought, ‘what sane person would leave nudes in their recents?’, so, you checked his hidden album. Jackpot. Your jaw dropped when an array of..penises..displayed on the screen; none of which were his. Nate wasn’t too long, not too short, and proportionately thick, and he cleaned up down there. Most of them were way long or way thick, almost all of them weirdly hairy.

You noticed the water in the shower just stopped running, so you exited all of the recent apps at godspeed, darting across the room on your toes to put his phone back on his nightstand. When the bathroom door opened, you had just gotten back across the room, slipping your sneakers on and getting ready to leave the house.

“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Nate’s voice filled the room.

“I used your charger to turn on my phone and my mom said I need to come home because my aunt’s in town.” you lied, picking your jacket up off of his comforter and slipping it on.

You crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek, if you didn’t he would’ve known for sure something was up. “I’ll call you when I get home.” you said as you opened his bedroom door.

“I love you.” he called after you, and you responded accordingly. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really loved you, or if he liked guys more? I mean, why else would you keep nudes in your phone? To jerk off to, obviously. It was so weird. Nate didn’t even watch porn; he could never get aroused from it, and it never interested him.

Instead of calling him when you got home, you called Kat. You both decided on the fact that sexuality was a spectrum, and then she asked you for the third time if you thought you liked girls. You made her swear not to tell anyone, and then you admitted that you found a bunch of dicks in Nate’s phone.

Then you told Cassie, and then she told Mckay, and then Mckay said something about it. Nate was teasing Chris about being with Cassie and how much of a whore she was and Mckay responded with, “At least i’m not gay and can’t admit it.” now this, this made Nate’s heart fall to his ass, and that rarely happened.

He spent hours pacing around his room and brainstorming how the fuck Mckay could even know he was on that stupid site blackmailing Jules. Every possibility, came back to you. You must’ve gone through his phone that day, and you must’ve told fuckin Cassie, and Cassie must’ve told fucking Mckay, and who knows how many people heard in the hallway when Chris said what he said. Jesus fucking Christ.

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“Just a second.” Nate panted as he continued to stroke himself. It’d been at least thirty seconds of your ass in the air and your cheek pressed against his sheets and he still hadn’t gotten up.

“Are you, like, not hard?” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at your boyfriend.

“Not yet, fuck.”

“It..doesn’t really feel like you’re hard.” you laughed in disbelief.

“I am..I am hard.”

“Nate..this isn’t something you just, lie about.”

“I just got a lot of shit on my mind, okay?”

You waited a few more seconds before responding, wondering if he’d gotten hard but clearly he hadn’t. “Like, right now? During sex?”

He dropped his hand from around himself and glared at the side of your head. “Y/N stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Talking, stop talking. Fuck.” he huffed, pulling up his boxers and pinching the bridge of his nose, storming across his bedroom to sit in his desk chair while you pulled up your panties and scooted to the edge of his bed.

“Why the fuck are we even having sex?”

You looked up at the ceiling to name a few reasons, oh wait..there were none. “Clearly, we weren’t.” you scoffed.

Nate’s nostrils flared at your attitude. “You know what your fucking problem is?” he glared. “You can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“Yeah and you can’t keep your dick hard.” your hand flew out to point to his crotch.

“Maybe the reason I can’t keep my dick hard is because everyone at school is spreading these fucking rumors about me.” you could tell he was getting angrier because his fingers jabbed at the air like an imaginary knife into someone’s gut as he spoke.

“They’re not rumors, they’re facts..you literally had like forty guys’ dicks in your phone.”

“I told you not to fucking tell anyone.”

“Yeah, well, I told people before you told me not to tell anyone.” you shrugged, not seeing the point in having this conversation anymore.

“Yeah, but you told them out of fucking context.” his voice rose.

“Really? What’s the context?”

“I’d tell you but I don’t even fucking trust you anymore.” Nate replied, looking at the floor now.

You don’t trust me? I’m the one that shouldn’t fucking trust you. You’re the one with dicks hidden in your fucking phone. “Kinda like how you fuck me when you’re not hard anymore?”

Nate stood from his chair so fast by the time you registered, his hand was around your throat and his fingers were digging into your cheeks. “Huh? Keep talking.” he yelled. “Keep fuckin talking.” he whispered, lightly slapping your cheek.

Your face burned from how hard his grip was when he pulled away. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, wiping them with the back of your hands.

“Look, Nate, I don’t mind if you’re into guys.” you exclaimed as his hands cradled the back of his head.

“I’m not into fucking guys, Y/N.”

“Sexuality is a spectrum.

“Fuck, what the fuck are you talking about?” his mind began clouding with confusion. He wasn’t into fucking guys.

“It’s not like anyone is one hundred percent straight or one hundred percent gay.” you tried to reason.

“That is a-hundred percent bullshit.” he stormed into his bathroom and slammed the door shut, running the sink water.

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Tonight was the fair, and you hadn’t spoken to Nate face to face since that stupid argument about his sexuality. You weren’t going to bail on the Jacobs family because he couldn’t admit whatever the fuck he was into. Plus, your dress was a cute white sundress but Nate felt it was too short. If you bent over, Cal and whoever else would have a perfect view of your panties, and Nate would go insane if he caught someone in the act, but you didn’t care. The dress was completely appropriate, in your eyes.

“Hi Marsha.” you smiled when you got to the stand.

“Hi!” she smiled, relieved that you were here. She handed you an apron with your name on it and reminded you of what you were going to be doing. Cal was going to be keeping the chili hot and continuing to stir it, when someone wanted a cup he’d pour it into the cup and give it to you. You’d put a top on it, and charge the customer.

The entire night Nate burned imaginary holes into the back of your stupid fucking apron; livid at the fact that you had gone against everything he said. When Cal went to the bathroom and Marsha turned her back, Nate yanked you by your arm out of the stand, causing you to drop a chili cup.

“Nate, what the fuck?” you gasped as he practically drug you to the trailers. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was far stronger than you. At this point there were probably bruises around your arm from how hard he was dragging you.

“You’re hurting me.” you struggled, trying your hardest not to trip over a rock or something.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nate’s teeth were gritted as he slammed your back against a steel trailer. The wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t regain it because his hand was around your throat, tighter than it had ever been before.

The look Nate held in his eyes shook you to your core. Tears pricked at your eyes from the impact and you began to get lightheaded, your nails clawing into his hands. “You don’t fucking listen.” he let go of you and stormed off, yelling, ‘Fuck!’ in the distance.

You dropped to the ground, your hands flying to your throat. It felt like you’d just been underwater with your best-friend competing to see who could hold their breath the longest, and then your friend wrapped their hands around your throat, almost killing you.

You were shocked, and hurt that he would ever put his hands on you in that way, knowing he was way stronger than you and that you probably wouldn’t be able to fight him off.

Even after you caught your breath, you stayed on the ground, staring at your shaking hands. You didn’t know what to think, or how to reassure yourself, or if you should call someone. It must’ve been at least thirty minutes when Nate came back to the trailers, his heart breaking when he saw you on the ground.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, crouching down to your level and hugging you but you hadn’t responded. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m just going through a lot of shit right now.” No response. “Please Y/N. Don’t leave me, not now.”

You refused to speak, yet you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, accepting his hug. He lay his head in your chest, crying into your dress and wrapping his arms right around your body. You glowered at the other trailers, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn’t the violence that scared you. It was the fact that you knew no matter what Nate did, you’d still love him.

Unconditionally, and irrevocably.

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I just watched Saltburn and now I have the biggest crush on Felix 🤭 I want to write about him so send in your requests or just anything you want to say about him!

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[icarusamica]

Improvise (Look Me In My Eyes)

“Well, Ollie? A little kiss for your best mate?”

The smile he bore was one of utter mischief, a gleam to those soft browns hidden beneath pretty eyelashes. Taking a quick drink, Felix eased forward, shifting his weight forward to inch closer to Oliver.

Everyone’s attention suddenly captured by the question leaving them in suspension.

Was he really about to do this?

“Felix, it’s fine…” Oliver had tried to argue, but Felix had already reached him, immediately raising a finger to press down against Oliver’s lips, preventing further words from being spoken.

“Come on, Ol. You’ve got one kiss in there for me, right? It’s just me.”

Little spin the bottle fic I've been working on for the boys.

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[feral-teeth]

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

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[entitled-fangirl]

The cold ground provided no comfort.

Felix Catton x reader

Summary: The reader finds Felix in the maze after a strange encounter with Oliver. They decide to drink their problems away.

Words: 910

Warning: drinking, death, poisoning, cursing.

Author's note: This was a request and DUDE IT'S GOOD! Here's the original ask: "hi! can you write something where the reader is Felix's best friend (they both have feelings for each other), and she finds him just as Oliver leaves him in the maze with the bottle of alcohol he drugged. neither reader nor felix know it's spiked so they're drinking it together and they die together? if it's too much you can totally ignore this!" Hope I did it justice!

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She pushed her legs to move faster as she ran through the maze in search for Felix. She had been to Saltburn many times, and she had been through this maze just as many, but now it felt like she knew nothing of the place. 

But she knew Felix was there. Of course, he would be there. That’s where he goes to think or when he’s overwhelmed. They often shared intimate moments at the heart of that maze when things became difficult. She loved those moments with him. She loved the feeling it gave her when he wrapped his arms around him. She loved the look in his eye when she said something witty. She loved when his lips would pull into a smirk. God, she loved him. But, she would never admit so.

Her sprinting was interrupted by hitting what felt like a brick wall. 

Oliver.

Oliver Quick was a confusing being. While initially she was excited to have him stay at Saltburn with the Catton’s, she slowly grew to see that he was a little more than strange. 

She balanced herself, gawking at him slightly. “Oh, Oli. Thank god. Have you,” she paused, catching her breath, “Have you seen Felix?”

Though it was dark, she could still see the hesitant look in his eye. He turned his body to the side, pointing in the direction he had just come from.

She nods, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She began to walk in that direction before stopping. “You okay, Oliver?”

“I’m not sure.”

She nods. This party was becoming a nightmare. But she didn’t have time to make sure he was alright. She needed to find Felix first. 

She needed to know he was alright.

Her legs began to sprint again in search of him. And, she finally found him.

She rounded the corner, letting out a soft breath at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. 

He stood, leaning against the statue that lay in the middle of the maze. His angel wings were still on him. It was dark, but she could see in his stature that something was wrong. Very wrong.

She approached him slowly, her feet crunching the ground with every step.

He turned, an angry look in his eyes. They immediately softened seeing that it was her. “Oh, angel. Didn’t hear you.”

She nods, continuing to close the gap between them. “Sorry. Had to see you were alright.”

His lips pulled into the grin that she loved so much. “Yeah, angel. Just… had something happen.”

She rested her hand on his chest gently. “With Oli?”

He nods. 

She wished she could take the heartache from him. The pain. She would carry it deep within her heart if she could, just to keep it from reaching his soul. He didn’t deserve any of this.

She looked down to see the alcohol bottle resting on the ground. “You been drinking, Lex?”

He nods again, his shoulders relaxing under her touch.

She shrugs, “Well, don’t let it go to waste, huh?”

He grins slightly. “I like the way you think, angel.”

Angel. Her heart always lept at the word every time it came from his lips. His angel. She was his angel. 

 He reached down to pick up the bottle, pulling it to her lips.

…

A little while later, and a few drinks later, they both sat on the ground. His back rested against the base of the statue, her back against his chest. Her head laid against his shoulder. She felt his lips began to kiss her neck. “…Fe..?”

He hums.

“W… what.. you doing?”

His lips grin against her neck, “Dunno. But… it feels… right.”

He was right. This felt right. It felt perfect. Like they were meant for each other. 

She moved her head to look at him, their faces inches apart.

“I… I think I… I love you, Lex.”

Their lips were mere inches from touching. 

He stared down at her lips, his jaw clenching and unclenching. 

Perhaps this was a bad idea. They were both quite drunk, and their friendship meant everything to each other. But they didn’t care enough to worry if this would ruin them.

He leaned in to her, their lips brushing before she pulled back with a horrid feeling. “Imma be sick…”

She crawled forward in case she would vomit. Something felt wrong. Perhaps it was alcohol poisoning. She already knew the hangover tomorrow would be horrendous.

He pulled himself to his feet ungracefully. He stumbled towards her, falling to his knees at her side. “Angel…?”

She let out a groan. “Just… hold me, Fe…? Pl… Please?”

Even sober, he would never deny her.

He pulls her to him, letting his arms wrap around her as her head laid on his chest. She could feel his uneven breaths in her hair.

“I feel… dizzy, Lex. I’m… tired…”

“Fuck. Lay… Lay down. Let’s lay down.”

He pulled her down with him, their bodies laying on the cold dirt. He rested on his back, his eyes closed and his hand still on her waist. She cuddled close to him, her arm laying over his torso.

His voice was a mutter, “Close your eyes, angel. I.. I gotchu.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.

Her eyes closed.

….

The two lovers lay dead in the morning, holding each other close, for the cold ground would never provide comfort to the lost.

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[ricciardosgirl]

always an angel ,

never a 𝖌𝖔𝖉.

felix river catton.

𝔱𝖍𝔢 𝖌𝔬𝖉.

I.

" he was right. river is quite silly. but i suppose you don't pick your child's name imagining one day you'll think about what it will look like carved on a headstone. choose a font . . "

life after the death of a god.

saltburn spoilers. 🍷

trigger warnings ; mentions of death , slight sexual themes.

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oh felix . . beautiful , beautiful felix. not a day goes by that oilver doesn't think about him. his one true love — his one true lust. he misses him , somewhat. life after felix catton hasn't been the same. it seems like farleigh was right. he's clinging onto that one summer , jacking off to the former feeling.

he just can't help himself.

it's been years since saltburn , and oliver cannot get it out of his mind. that time — that place. the people. felix. oh . . oh felix.

he loved him , hated him , despised him , lusted for him , loved him , loved him , hated him. killed him.

what is he to do now ? sit and rot for years to come? that's what he's been doing. after saltburn everything changed — he thought it would be for the better but it's just for the worst. now he knows how poor dear pamela felt.

he clings onto the final moments with felix , the silence , the sound of felix's breath on his skin. i don't know what you are , but i do know that you make my fucking blood run cold.

farleigh was right. oliver may have just been one of felix's pets but felix was more than that to oliver. oliver was a bashful stray dog that felix adopted , fed , and shaped into the dog he is today. he's rabid , almost as if he's infested with rabies.

he goes feral for the past , always rutting onto his bed sheets like a dog in heat. oh how he wishes thing's could've ended better. in truth , felix didn't have to die. but at that point and time oliver thought it would be for the best. but something within him . . regrets it.

everyone moved on — but he stayed there.

farleigh moved on , back to america he trotted to collect his bearings and move on. he's relatively the same . . just alone. after saltburn he has become unable to get close to anyone. unable to make friends - make love , anything. he's a hallow shell of a man now. farleigh still visits the family grave every year.

meanwhile , oliver does not. oliver sulks alone in his bed most days. sobbing like a rotten child into his bedsheet pretending that felix is there coddling him. oliver cannot move on from that time and place. he thinks about it too much. he thinks about the beautiful venetia , and how it was such a shame how it ended with her. but those words , what she called him - everything. he remembers them all.

oliver has to remind himself most days to do everyday normal human things — he has to remind himself that he's still living in breathing while felix's corpse is well past decomposition. felix is a pile of bones whilst oliver is still breathing. it feels wrong.

oliver wasn't meant for this world , oliver wasn't really meant for anything. he should've just went back to the factory where they made olivers. maybe one day he'll come to terms with what happened that summer.

but as the summers pass on and on , he grows older and older . . things don't change. he's feelings don't change. he truly never grew up after saltburn. deep down he's still that nineteen year old oxford boy.

what is he to do now other than rot alongside his long lost love. he deserves it after all. oliver fucking quick isn't meant for anything but death.

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[velvetnecklace]

Pretty boy

Felix Catton x Oliver Quick

information: angst mixed in with a bit of smut. this is set during the time where Felix finds out about Oliver and his family, if you have not seen saltburn yet then I suggest you don’t read this because it will contain mostly spoilers except for the bits in which I write in. 

warnings: angst, leading into smut so be please over the age of 18 otherwise I will haunt you for the rest of your life. swearing (loads of it), drinking, smoking, mentions of India, unprotected sex (when it comes to Oliver watching Felix and India having sex before he interrupts them), anal sex (Oliver & Felix), Oliver being a bitch towards Felix, poisoning a drink with cocaine, hatefucking and Felix’s death at the end. So really, a whole lot of triggers in one so please read carefully and scroll past this if one of your triggers is mentioned - let me know if I’ve missed anything & enjoy!

word count: 6.2k

Likes, comments & rebligs are highly appreciated ❤️

Divider credit goes to -> @cafekitsune

He wasn’t supposed to find out about Oliver’s parents but here they were, driving to Prescot as some sort of sick joke known as an early birthday present was viewed in Felix’s eyes. What the boy didn’t know was that he was about to have his heart crushed after learning that Ollie’s father had died because of an acclaimed drug addiction which ended up with him smashing his head on a curb one time he was out. 

Oliver could feel his throat get warmer as he saw the sign pointing to the direction of Prescot and it was too late for him to back out of this like he knew he should’ve done in the first place, “Felix.. we really don’t need to do this trust me - why don’t we just go back to saltburn?” A nervous Ollie asked the other but knew deep down that there was now escaping what was thought to be a kind gesture made by Felix which probably wasn’t the best thing to especially now with the way that he was acting. 

“Trust me Ol, your mum one the other day and said that she was worried about you. So I thought that it would be a nice surprise to take you back home to visit your mum for once” Felix replied while turning on the street on where the house was.

When the car pulled up, Oliver had no choice but to knock on the door to his house; praying on every single thought he had that neither his mother or father answered the door. But that was short lived when his demise was meant due to his mother being the one to open the door, as soon as she saw her son’s face - it had seemed that she missed him more than he had anticipated her to. 

Bringing him into a warm hug, she noticed that Oliver had company with him that he mentioned once to her whilst running him when Felix wasn’t around, “you must be felix, right? It’s so nice to finally meet you! Ollie has told me so much about you” she offered the two of them to come inside which meant that the truth would finally be revealed about everything… his father, his money, how he grew up - everything! And that was something that wasn’t worth risking over his birthday, especially since the Catton’s were throwing a party for Oliver tomorrow… what was he going to do once the lies have been found out? 

“I’ll go and tell your father that you’ve arrived, he’s just in the backyard” suddenly, everything seemed to click inside of Felix’s mind and he knew what Oliver was up to and that his father wasn’t really dead. A confused look shot up on his face - indicating to Ollie that his lies were finally discovered by pretty boy Felix…

Once they were both inside the house, Oliver’s dad came to join the three of them wanting to discuss how his son was doing in college with the progress that there possibly had been made - completely oblivious of what the current situation was that happened between the two boys. “I’m glad you reached out to Oliver, I thought it was the time to finally get to meet someone who is apart of his family” Felix said through gritted teeth knowing that he had found out where oliver had came from and that he was like a different person than the one who he was first introduced to when his bike was broken. 

“It’s not a problem at all, especially since I wanted to know how Oliver was doing in Oxford due to him being alone most of the time with having the lack of people wanting to talk to him because of the way he either presents himself or the choice of clothing he wears” His mother replied to the comment that Felix had made.

Nodding his head, Felix tried his best to control his temper since things seemed to be falling into place perfectly with how they were being showcased and now, the back of Felix’s had been broken due to him believing the lies of Oliver Quick just for him to kindly offer to have the boy over at Saltburn - his compound and that was something which he’d regret forever; letting someone get under his skin and seeing a more kinder side to the Catton than people had seen before. Now Felix knew not to walk up to others so easily because of the lesson that Oliver had taught him.

Ollie could feel that his trust that was built with Felix had gone through the window and anything that he thought to say in the future to try and defend himself wouldn’t have the trust of the person who he craved to have the most attention from was gone because of this situation the two found themselves in. 

“Do you guys want to stay for tea? I’ve put on some food if any of you are hungry” Oliver’s mum asked to break some sort of tension she could sense between Oliver and Felix just as soon as Oliver’s dad sat next to his wife - wanting to find out who this guy was and what he was to Oliver.

“I think we’re good mum - we’ve got a party to go to..” “No, no Ollie, the party can wait because your mum has put a lot of effort into making food knowing that you’d be here with her and your father. Yes, we can stay for a bit, I’m sure that the birthday party can be missed a slight bit” Felix interrupted Oliver due to how much anger he had to withdrawal before his family found out that they let a fraud like Oliver come into their compound, their safe space and it turned out that it wasn’t so safe anymore. “But Ollie, I made you your favourite… spaghetti bolognaise” Oliver let out a huff after deciding that staying was maybe the better idea out of all that went on.

“Fine, I’ll stay since there’s obviously nothing better to do in this current moment” a bluntness fell from Oliver’s lips knowing that there was no turning back or even saving himself from the nightmare that was forming around him. 

The ride home was even more awkward than the dinner was with his parents; this was a time to discuss everything that had gone on but clearly the way that Felix was now acting was something Oliver knew to step away from at this current time. How were you going to be able to talk to someone now? Especially when everyone practically revolved around the pretty Catton like they were dogs preparing themselves for jumping his leg or something like that.

“As soon as this party is over, you need to pack your things and leave saltburn… you’ve overstayed your visit Oliver and I’ll make sure to tell mum that she has to kick you out depending on whether i tell her about your little secret or not which means that if I did - you’d leave saltburn in a bad manner and instantly” 

Felix sighed after he said that in order to know that that was were he store with Oliver, even after he lied about his family and where he came from and now - the car remained silent with the radio blasting in the background silently. What made Felix lower all of his boundaries for one person who knew how to make him regret doing that the most? 

Was it because of the sort of love he had for Oliver? Or maybe the covered hate that the family used to share before getting to know the boy who didn’t have the best experience growing up? Whatever it was, was pointless because all of that had been wasted like it probably should’ve been before things escalated and now Oliver knew he massively fucked up; this was done out of his want for attention off of someone who people hovered around but clearly, he wasn’t wanted around and he understood that a lot of people - including Felix’s family at times didn’t want to hang around him due to the clothes he wore and how he looked in some cases. 

“Look Felix, I’m sorry but can we just at least talk about it?” Oliver tried saying to Felix but he wouldn’t listen to what he had to say.

“What is there left to talk about? You lied about your family, even your father’s fucking death when he wasn’t even dead! As well as my family hosting your party after me persuading them to invite you to our home when we thought you had nowhere to live and you pay us back by making shit up just to make us feel bad for you? You’re a liar Oliver and I don’t think we need to discuss anymore of this. So just enjoy this party because it’ll be your last with us”

Once they arrived back at saltburn, Felix got outside the car and pulling out his cigarette and lighter - started to lit the piece of tobacco that was in between his slender fingers. Wanting to get high or even drunk at this point to escape the grasp Oliver had over him and that his family and him could all wake up tomorrow with being free of unwanted visitors. 

Meanwhile, Oliver was upstairs in his room and was looking at himself in the mirror wondering how on earth he was going to weave his way out of the shit he had put himself head first into… all this anger had caused him to punch the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces and that was when an idea snapped inside do Ollie’s mind. 

If he couldn’t fix the mess he already made then he would have no choice but to get rid of the person who was close to telling his mother about what had happened - Oliver had to kill Felix and he would do that at no cost, he just needed to think of the perfect way to do so.

He was determined to get the Catton’s fortune without any of them noticing that he was a moth who wanted to hang onto any light that he could with Felix, Venetia, Elspeth and Sir James all being the light that got Oliver hooked onto the money they had. 

“Fucking bring it on Felix, if there’s one thing that I’m able to do then it’s to get rid of spoiled bitches like you and honey - I’m coming for you and your entire family so you better prepared yourself for a couple of nights where I’m the one who’s torturing you lot. But first… we’ve got to get rid of you dear Lix… and I know the perfect way on how to do so”

Oliver picked out his outfit for the fancy dress party which commenced in a few hours while he was putting the pieces to his finale towards the plan that was going to be revealed soon but he needed to wait for the right time to put things into action. Grabbing the deer antlers he wanted to match his outfit with, he was ready for anything to happen because now.. it was time for the world to see Felix Catton get what was coming to him for a very long time.. and Oliver was the person who was going to be satisfied with the demise of the Catton’s reputation and having Felix known around as the heartthrob of Oxford.

Making sure to stick to what Felix said however, Oliver packed a few bags knowing that once the deed was done - he’d stay inside of saltburn as well as getting Farleigh kicked out when Ollie knew that he done cocaine which was going to be used to poison the drink he was going to give to Felix once they tried to talk about the secret that was probably going to be talked about between the family if he was too late - he couldn’t be too late… could he? 

The party had started when Oliver decided to come down and check how many people were actually here since he wasn’t known for being the best person to have friends so his curiosity about who Elspeth and James had invited took over the thoughts about killing Felix later on in the night. “There he is, the birthday boy! Ollie, over here! I would like to introduce you to some of my friends!” Elspeth caught his attention as she was dressed in one of her expensive dresses with a mask to sort of hide her face - it was giving the vibe of this being a masquerade ball or something like that Oliver thought.

Forcing himself to smile, he took himself over to see what Elspeth wanted and who her friends were so he could be sure that all of them were just as rich as the Catton’s were. Oliver had to fix his antlers on the way to make himself look more presentable than ever because this seemed like it was a big thing for him - even though it was only a fancy dress party, this was an opportunity in itself for Oliver to have an amazing performance to prove that he wasn’t a liar and he was much more than that. 

“These are my friends, this is the boy that I’ve been talking to you about, the one that Felix brought back from Oxford. Poor dear thing with everything that happened to him but meet Oliver Quick”

There was a slight nervousness that came upon the Quick with the closer he got, the closer everything seemed to be falling into place like there wasn’t a problem that could stir the pot and have things and badly for everyone - including Oliver and that was something he wanted to stop but also per-sue with just to teach everyone a lesson of who they were messing with.  

“Nice to meet you guys, you come a long way?” He asked to sound polite when all he wanted to do was look around for Felix to try and amend things between them before it was too late to stop him from opening his mouth towards his friends with the information he had gained when they went for the drive to visit Ollie’s mum once Felix answered the phone wanting to speak to his son since they haven’t spoken in a while.  Scanning the backyard to find Felix, Oliver saw a familiar figure in the shadows of someone who used to be here with him at saltburn before he got kicked out due to things being said between the family one time at breakfast - Farleigh - maybe he knew where Felix was but why was he invited to the party if he was kicked out of saltburn? It didn’t make any sense to Oliver on why he was back but he had bigger fish to fry so that’s what he done. 

Approaching Farleigh was a blessing a curse incase he was out for Oliver with what he said to James and ended up getting the cousin of Felix kicked out - they just didn’t make it seem like a big fuss because they didn’t want to risk putting a bad word on their reputation that they had built up through years of having this compound to call home, “Farleigh? Is that you?” And with that; he came out from under the mask he had carried with him to come into the party. 

It really was him, how the fuck did he manage to sneak his way past everyone at the party? Oliver looked slightly confused that the person who he told to behave was back and this time… he had this ring on his finger which looked like it contained the answer to Ollie’s problem, the one and only cocaine. “How did you know it was me? I thought i done a great job with sneaking in” Farleigh replied to Oliver when he asked the question on if it was him or not. “Because, i can tell who you are from a mile away… the ring made it obvious but this time it’s a different one. What if Elspeth and James spot you? You’d get thrown out if they found out you snuck your way into this party without an invite” 

“What are you on about? They invited me, they couldn’t leave me out otherwise people would know that there was a very obvious problem they had with me. If there’s one thing that the two of them love, it’s their reputation and nothing would come in between that; they would have someone else do their dirty work in order to keep them looking like they’re innocent when the whole family isn’t”

Farleigh was right, nothing was ever perfect even when it came to the Catton’s - there were obvious flaws that were going to be dealt with shortly but now, Oliver needed to know where Felix was to try and at least talk to him and sort the tension between the two of them down. 

After his conversation with Farleigh, Oliver went into the compound, thoroughly looking for Felix knowing that he was probably drunk and off his head fucking either India or Annabel - that’s the way he worked. Whenever something doesn’t go to plan, get drunk and take cocaine like it’s nothing then fuck girls was the way to go when you’re powered by money like Felix Catton was; but that didn’t matter to Oliver, he needed to find the boy as quickly as he could before things turned from worse to shit in a matter of seconds.

He finally found Felix however, he was in a room with all his friends - Annabel and India included but that wasn’t a problem or so he thought wouldn’t but the challenged was presented when every time that Oliver would try to speak - Felix would interrupt him just for him to say that he didn’t fancy talking to someone like Ollie without revealing too much on why he couldn’t be assed dealing with this toy that was overdue to be thrown away. 

Oliver knew that this was a cruel joke just to punish him for what he lied about but none of it made any sense, what he had learned about Felix was that he had more punishments than ever known to man and that was saying something when it came to Ollie. In the end, he gave up with trying to reach Felix and talking things out like he wanted to in the first place.

Ollie was surprised to learn how stubborn Felix was when he never got his own way, and maybe that was something that he needed to be taught properly - letting people do what the need to do before starting to act like the bigger person when you’re both to blame in a situation like this. But there was no point in dwelling on someone who wasn’t worth all the thoughts of when there were bigger things to think of - like the party head at so that’s what Oliver done, went to the party room; drank some drinks and danced the night away like there was nothing on his mind.

That was until Felix came into the same room as Oliver with India, holding another lit cigarette in one of his hands and a beer in the other, he didn’t understand why Felix was with Annabel when he was screwing her best friend like it was nothing - but that wasn’t a priority of Ollie’s due to the amount of alcohol he consumed got to his head. 

No matter how many times he tried to ignore the unwanted attention his mind was trying to go to, Oliver inevitably failed to do the thing he didn’t want to especially at a time like this, but here he was, looking at the live of his life - or so he thought dancing with someone else who incision wasn’t Oliver. 

He hated watching this but ultimately knew that this was his punishment for the way that the afternoon went between the two of them, that specific moment replying gained over and over again which resulted in a headache but Oliver shrugged it off as if it was something that was caused by the alcohol he had been drinking. Maybe it was time to put the plan into action, he needed to get the cocaine and poison Felix’s drink once and for all and now seemed to be a pretty good time due to him dancing with India.

So whilst they were all distracted, Oliver went into Farleigh’s room making sure that he wasn’t in there just to grab his little bike of cocaine and poured some into a bag to which he would take Felix’s drink and pour the powder into the drink waiting for it to dissolve before giving it back to Felix. If there was one thing that Oliver was good at… it was playing fucking innocent just to get the things he wanted to but this time was different, special even, and it was because the emotions he was thinking was due to the effects that surrounded drinking a lot of alcohol at a time without stopping to take a drink of water. 

By the time he had arrived back into the room, he saw both Felix and India leaving through the back door - hinting at the fact that they had a chance to go into the hedgemaze and even though Felix first warned Oliver not to go into there, this was the chance to do so and that he did. He began to follow them, making sure that no one found it suspicious that the boy was following Felix around like a little bitch. 

Felix and India were holding hands and giggling the night away once the entered the hedgemaze, Oliver thought that now was the time to follow them and their giggles without being too obvious that this was part of his plan to get Felix alone to teach him some sort of lesson that it’s not fair to treat someone horribly because they want to explain something that they know they’ve made a mistake with.

Following their giggles, Oliver wondered what the two of them were doing especially since they were more used to the idea of showing off in front of people rather than taking themselves out of a situation just to please their possible needs, Oliver could tell that his stomach was starting to turn sick with the thoughts that were coming into his head like nothing; questions were being asked that he’d be too embarrassed for to speak of them publicly otherwise he would be done for considering this was the bare minimum that he was receiving off of Felix with lying about his whole life at this point.

Then, there was probably the most horrific thing he would walk into, and worse - it was going to be made out that Oliver was stalking them as a way of getting back at Felix for ignoring him for majority of the night even though it was his birthday party that the Catton’s kindly hosted for him when Oliver was quite persistent of not making a big deal out of his birthday. 

India was pushed up against the statue in the middle of the hedgemaze  whilst Felix was thrusting his hips into her roughly, and the noises they were making knocked Oliver sick to the point where he wanted to vomit in front of them without giving a shit that they caught him following them. He turned to his left and found the bottle of what looked like either champagne or wine unattended and that was when Oliver pulled out the bag of cocaine he took from Farleigh’s room and poured all of the substance inside of the hole, watching it fizz and having an idea that he had finally won in this stupid game the two of them were playing that turned out to be pointless in the end and that was something Oliver was going to prove to everyone he knew. 

But now was the time to interrupt the two love birds who seemed to be enjoying the things they were doing with little moans and pants knowing that no one or at least they thought that no one would know went on between the two of them especially if it was Annabel because then her heart would be broken. 

Even though she did kiss Oliver earlier on, that was something that Felix never found out due to Ollie not telling him, maybe he should’ve - it would have added to his apparent crimes of what he done throughout his time at saltburn. It was all for a purpose; get revenge on Felix for finding out the deep secret that the boy had about his family, yes he was going to kill Felix by playing dirty but when in life have you never played dirty?

Oliver sighed and called out Felix’s name, managing to startle both of them and further stopping the actions Felix was doing to India. “Oh Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here?” Was the first thing that Felix had asked Oliver not having the slightest clue that the next moment would cause more damage to his already broken heart. 

“I need to talk to you like urgently… I’ve been trying to reach you ever since the party started but you’ve brushed me off as if I was nothing” The truth was, Oliver was now nothing in Felix’s eyes due to him lying and getting away with it for such a long time. 

India had fixed herself then needed to approach Oliver on what he just saw or hoped that he didn’t even witness her and Felix fucking one another, “were you spying on us?” A sharp tone left her mouth after she had finished speaking, grabbing her drink for her to leave and go back to the petty like nothing happened.

“No I wasn’t —-“ Oliver tried speaking but India interrupted him with what she needed to say again, “you know; you two are fucking gross” and with that… Felix’s little bird was walking off with the same drink in her hand as the one she entered the hedgemaze with. 

“You think you’re so fucking clever scaring off people with your creepy nature? Because it’s not and I swear to hod if you don’t me alone this fucking second then you’re going to seriously regret it” Felix threatened Oliver because of his nerves getting pushed past the point where they’d never return at this time never mind what was later in store for people who wanted to fuck with him mind instead of letting them fuck him like most people would. 

A dark chuckle fell from Oliver lips as he made direct eye contact with Felix knowing that this was the last time he was ever going to be this close to Felix without knowing that he was the reason for his death. “Funny you should say that Felix but I honestly think that i can fuck you better than India can, why don’t we just fuck one another even if we hate each other?” 

The expression which was left on Felix’s face was priceless towards Ollie, having the idea be approached about fucking the person who he wanted to leave him alone was beyond everything he had done to make himself the eye candy towards others, and now he was going to decide - would it be better for him to leaves the hedgemaze and tell everyone at the party about Oliver or give into the nasty way that this night was seeming to end in. “You must be fucking joking when you’re saying that Oliver, there’s no way in hell you’d ever think I’d touch someone like you. I’d rather die than fuck you” and that’s when the idea came to Felix. What if he made an agreement with the twisted psychopath for him to save himself for the terrors that Oliver was prepared to bring the boy?

Would it even work? Could he even persuade Oliver to agree with what Felix wanted to say? Or would it just go down the drain and be worth nothing in the end? 

It was worth a shot in the dark and if it failed, it failed… “fine, fine - I’ll let you fuck me but don’t expect us to be all lovey dovey after doing so” “I wouldn’t count on it too much Felix dear… just wanted one last night with you before I left saltburn for good to give you and your family space” typical Oliver - lying through his teeth again but this time it seemed to be working more than the other lie did because Felix was actually falling for it. Oliver wasn’t leaving that’s easily no matter how hard Felix tried to get Oliver to leave, it wasn’t actually set in stone for him to leave fully.

“Perfect…” thought Oliver as he started to undress himself, taking off his pants then his boxers before rubbing Felix’s semi hard cock knowing that in the end - Oliver was the one who always won the type of game he’d set and it was only a matter of time for anyone to really stop him before anything else happened which didn’t seem possible since the rest of the Catton’s were blindsided by how sorry they felt for Ollie when it was the worst thing to ever do in the history of them being alive.

Felix was bent somewhat over the statue to make sure that he was at least feeling comfortable before having his sort of enemy enter him and claim him as his own, there was no stopping Felix from finishing up this little thing between them and then afterwards, the plan was to tell his mother and father about how much of a fraud Oliver was and how they needed to act quick with getting rid of the issue that was brought into saltburn. 

He could feel Oliver pierce through his hole and it was painful at first but he had to adjust to the length of Oliver since it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, “fuck you, I hate you so fucking much!” Felix said before gripping onto the statue for a better position incase there was any need for Oliver to pull out whenever he decided to. 

“Well really.. it’s me that’s fucking you right now isn’t it? Maybe if you kept your big mouth shut then we wouldn’t be in this situation - if it wasn’t for you answering that pointless call with my mother I wouldn’t be fucking teaching you a lesson by having sex with you!” Oliver started to move not giving a care in the world if Felix was ready to not and the things he felt whilst being inside the Catton was amazing, this was the only way the two of them could have sex and by god it was the best he’d ever felt before in his life. 

What was he even feeling when having Oliver practically bulls deep inside of his ass? They were fucking anally as if this was something they’d do everyday since it felt like Felix was already used to having his ass abused by males he would bring home sometimes - maybe that’s why his parents kicked the dude form last summer out because of the way that he was too loud whenever the two had sex. 

After that, Felix needed and drink so he forced Oliver to get out of him so he could drink the bottle he hadn’t touched in what seemed like ages and now - it was time for Felix to almost have a go at Oliver for being so twisted in the head and having sex with someone who clearly didn’t like him at all. “Fucking hell mate… got.. what the fuck is wrong with you Oliver? Leave me the fuck alone”

“We need to talk Felix, seriously” Oliver responded after fixing himself to make it look like he was presentable.

“We can’t.. we just can’t, are you fucking crazy?” 

“You can’t just throw me away like another one of your toys”

“Get the fuck away from me… now”

All of a sudden, Oliver seemed to push Felix hard with all the emotions he had been hiding mixed in with the alcohol consumption made Oliver be portrayed as a violent person when that wasn’t his intent at all. “Ah, fuck” Felix muttered to himself once he got stable again with the image of Oliver’s push being harmful to him. 

“Look, I just gave you what you wanted. Like everyone else does… everyone puts on a show for Felix… so I’m sorry that my performance wasn’t good enough” tears started forming in Oliver’s eyes which was all sort of the act or so he thought. No matter how much went on between them, Oliver had always loved Felix and now all that love was coming off as hate; something that he never wanted Felix to see in all his time in saltburn.

“I think… i think you need to see somebody. You need help, okay? Seriously?”

“No… no I don’t. I just need you to understand how much I fucking love you” Oliver paused for a moment while trying his best not to get upset because saying the words I love you made this moment more depressing then it had to be due to him remembering that the first words Felix ever said to Ollie were I love you and that he was Felix’s hero for lending him his bike due to Felix’s bike not working (with the tire not pumping air in like it was supposed to) and now here they were, Ollie had a tight grip on Felix hoping that now it was all proven to be something stupid done for love. 

“You’re the only friend I’ve ever had Felix… I mean, doesn’t this just prove how much, how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know ya? I’m still the same person, yeah? I’m still the same person”

“I don’t know what you are… but I do know you, you make my fucking blood run cold”

Oliver let go of the grip he had Felix held at, feeling a knot turn in his stomach indicating to him that he was going to be sick or at least pretend to, “wait there a second” as Oliver walked over to the opposite side of the statue and started to gag. He ended up being sick and finished with muttering the words “fuck, ah” before returning to Felix who was taking a sip of the poisoned bottle not knowing that it was filled with cocaine. That was it… Oliver had officially won, and no one was going to find out what happened to Felix because the evidence was going to be planted in Farleigh’s room - the remainder stash’s of cocaine powder to look like him and Felix done too much drugs and that he overdosed himself by accident. 

When he came back to face Felix, he had put down the bottle and wanted to know if Oliver was at least feeling okay after throwing up - “better?” He asked ever so sweetly or he wished to come around as. 

“Fuck you Felix..”

“I think you should go to bed Oliver, you don’t seem too good  and you’ve just thrown up…”

“I don’t care what you think anymore Felix. This is goodbye forever, thank you for letting me stay over at saltburn but my time has come for me to go back home and you know that” and with those final words being said, Oliver walked away for the last time out of the hedgemaze in order for him to go back to his parents in Prescot.

However, Felix felt a bit strange ever since drinking the rest of his drink, like there was something poisonous inside of it but of course he didn’t think none of it was true since he was waiting for his high to come in so that he could wake up like nothing happened, “oh fuck me - I don’t seem to feel so good…”

All of a sudden; Felix’s body dropped to the ground as he felt himself dying on the inside - what made him feel like this? Was finding Oliver’s secret out the cause of this happening to the poor boy? Felix’s eyes were shutting ever so slowly while his chest became pounding up and down relentlessly as he gave up on trying to find a way to save himself from death itself, then… his eyes shut fully and now…

Oliver had killed Felix successfully without his knowledgement of what the boy was doing to him - even with fucking him the last time… all’s Felix knew was that his time was up and there was nothing that he could do to free him from Oliver’s grasps and the power he managed to have over Felix.

“I wasn’t in love with him, I know everyone thought I was but I wasn’t… I loved him of course, it was impossible not to love Felix and that was part of the problem. Everyone loved him…” - Oliver Quick 

#saltburn fic #oliver quick x felix catton fic #oliver quick x felix catton angst #jacob elordi #barry keoghan

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⊹ ࣪˖Dreadful Birthdays⊹ ࣪˖

Felix catton x rich fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: angst, shitty father, death of a parent, hurt comfort, childhood trauma, curse words?

Summary: start of a friendship on a lie to umbrella issues with opening up, fluff?

Standing outside, away from the party in a quieter atmosphere to attend a phone call in the small of the currently empty smoking zone garden outside the pub. Wearily y/n paced around in small steps as she talked on the phone, “But why?” She asked in distressed as voice on the other line seemed to reason something. “My break’s not that long I can’t come next month! You said-“ she was cut off with a reply on the call midway.

“Why do you always do this? Why does it always have to be this way?” She argued yet a faint softness remained in her tone despite her frustration. “This is really unfair-you can’t do this to me last minute-“ the ongoing call was declined from the other like halfway through her sentence as she heard the monotone beep. She felt like throwing her phone on the ground, instead she kicked the metal vase instead. “Fucking arsehole!” She cursed to herself as a clearing of throat made her turn her head.

“Everything alright out here?” Felix asked her, he’d came out for a cigarette in the smoking zone but happened to listen the last of whatever ordeal she was going through with someone on the phone and seemed hugely upset about it.

“Oh-uh yeah.” She nodded hastily somewhat embarrassed he may have heard that and her swearing at the metal vase. Felix didn’t exactly know her, but y/n did. Like everyone’s dynamic with the ever so charming Felix.

“You’re..” he trailed off trying to remember her name because he did recognise her from some of their past meetings and he’d seen her around campus often, “Y/n? Yes y/n right? You were the TA last semester who returned assignments with stickers.” He mentioned and chuckled slightly.

“I’ve gained a reputation with the English majors?” She joked raising her brows with a small smile, surprised he remembered her.

“Rightfully so.” He nodded smiling, “I’m Felix.” He introduced himself lending out his hand for her to greet as she accepted but let out a huff.

“I know you.” She said in an obvious tone and reciprocated the smile on his face.

“So who was the fucking arsehole on the phone?” Felix inquired curiously given she didn’t seem so composed just a few moments ago.

“Oh that-“ she paused taking in a deep breath for a second, she contemplated a whole coursework worth of thoughts and stories on wether or not to tell him the truth. “It’s was my boyfriend…” she trailed off, lying. “Stupid argument.” She added feeling awfully strange what it was that came over her to outrightly lie.

“What happened?” He asked, now interested as he leaned by the table and lit a cigarette offering her the second puff.

She took him up on the offer for his cigarette as she took a moment to think through her supposed lie “It’s nothing huge really…” she said trying to downplay is so he would maybe not be interested in it.

“Come on, honour the cig.” He urged her with his charm as she took another drag and retuned his cigarette to him.

Coming up with a hastily put together story, “I’m long distance with my boyfriend currently, he’s uh studying code in Estonia and he was coming here so we could spend the summer break together” she sighed. “But he signed up on a project there and bailed on me last minute.” She briefed him feeling proud and miserable of herself for having a peculiar story like that right off the top of her head.

“What an arsehole indeed” he replied matching her frustration as he scoffed “How dare he sign up a stupid project with a girlfriend as pretty as you?” Felix gave her his chivalrous smile, knowingly flirting with her but her boyfriend was a douche so it was alright.

“How awfully kind of you.” Y/n said playfully rolling her eyes at him as their night progressed in dumb conversations of here and there it was 4 in the morning by the time the pub waiter asked them to leave. They talked until sunrise and that is how y/n befriended Felix.

Despite the lie that the actual phone conversation was with her father and not a fake boyfriend in Estonia like she told him, “Then you can fly in for the weekend after this month, we’ve got a big launch for the company and if you’re here then the PR team will want you at the inauguration and I don’t want that. I don’t want you around on big company occasions, too much trouble as it is.” Her father said sternly on the phone, the rich were shallower than it seemed.

“Why do you always do this? Why does it always have to be this way?”

“Stop being so dramatic and grow up for a second” he told her off sighing, “You are not wanted here. You can’t come home now, I don’t want you to be associated with the company whatsoever. I don’t want the ‘dad’ rep on me with you. Simple as that.” He said to her harshly as he pronounced the word you in an exaggeratedly disgusted sense. As she tried to whine more about how unfair it was to her last minute he simply declined the call not wanting to handle any more of her tantrums.

-

Those two weeks of her friendship with felix blossomed and proved to be rather wholesome. Y/n was genuinely glad for his company, the charm of him could never make one feel unwanted. Felix hated not having his new friend for all of summer, it took quite a lot of convincing and begging on his side to get her to come to saltburn with him. Firstly y/n was really unsure if she could do so given they had been friends for just two weeks despite the closeness of their bond. Secondly if her father found out about her rendezvous, not that he’d care whatever she was upto but he would be mad if it could somehow bring a bad light upon him. Which in itself was a rare case because as felix stated his estate was in a remote place and she felt she could live her summer on her terms.

“You are crushing my eyes!” She exclaimed giggling as felix tightly held his palm over her eyes and his other hand guiding her through the large hallway to the decorated living room, for her. It was a well planed surprise so he didn’t want her looking through the gaps of her fingers at the last moment before the whole thing.

“Just a second” He told her as y/n felt him guiding her into a room where the conversations silenced themselves when he entered with her. Finally he pulled his hand away and held her from her shoulders. “Surprise!” The entire room echoed as confetti spread across the elegant happy birthday decorations. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out if you didn’t tell me?!” He exclaimed laughing as leaned forward from behind her and wrapped his arm around her.

Y/n was overcome with emotions as everyone cheered on happy birthday and surprise, Farleigh still bursting the confetti cracker. Felix attempted to walk across the room to take the covered plate from his hands,“How’d you know?” She held his wrist to stop him and asked him, hugely struck with the surprise.

“Your TA, I-card which you wore around like a badge of honour, it had your birth date mentioned.” He told her as he laughed and gave her a side hug when Elspeth approached her. Felix paced away for a moment to get the cake from Duncan.

“Felix shall throw you a godawful themed party or so later but I wanted to cherish you in a more traditional manner.” She said warmly as she held her by her face and kissed her forehead, the traditionalism of birthdays was long lost with the children growing up into party animals however the grand hall could have used a soft and sober gathering of the occasion of a birthday. Besides she really liked y/n, amongst all of felix’s wild friends she was awfully gorgeous and tender of heart.

“Thank you-“ Was all she could reply, extremely overwhelmed at this moment. “Really-“ she added feeling her gratitude shortening but nobody in this room would realise how big this was for her. She was soon pulled away with all the birthday hugs and warm wishes, a room full of people..gathering at 12 to celebrate her? With her? This was the hardest breakdown she had ever had to fight back.

Venetia pulled her to the table where Felix rearranged the candles on her cake for the final time. The sight of the cake with her name, the hugs she was receiving. She couldn’t hold it in anymore as tears brimmed her eyes. “Hey” Felix noticed as he leaned a bit lower to look at her eyes when she looked away confirming tears welled up her eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh, it was adorable to note how sensitive she was. “Hey…come here!” He pulled her into his embrace with his arms holding her from the side.

“Come on!” Venetia laughed along as she fixed y/n’s hair “don’t cry, you want your pictures perfect.” She said trying to cheer her up.

“God I’m sorry-“ she said shaking her head and pulled away from felix’s embrace as they sat next to each other by her birthday cake and everyone around them, “I’m just—I’m really touched by this, I-I don’t think I can come up with words that could hold my gratitude right now…” she said through her tears as felix chuckled wiping them “Truly, this means the world to me-you’ve all shown me such affection and-I-“

“By the time you finish that speech we’re all going to be in dentures” Farleigh said growing impatient and received an elbow via Venetia.

“Im sorry-this is just very thoughtful of everybody…” y/n said with a chuckle as she wiped her tears yet the hurt in heart where they came from lingered alongside the joy of such experience.

“Blow the candles!” Felix encouraged as he rubbed her back. She was about to when she was urged to make a wish. Closing her eyes with a big smile on her face she did so and the celebration furthered. Just another cake cutting at saltburn was going to be the most treasured memory for y/n.

-

Later that night, almost two in the morning the birthday giggles hadn’t yet died down as y/n lounged with felix in her guest room. She sat legs crossed by the stone bay window as the moonlight reflected through the room. “You really love that cake don’t you?” Felix commented leaning back on the chair across her as he laughed.

“It’s my birthday cake!” She exclaimed emphasising on the word my. It was as it is her third plate of the night.

“Whatever the birthday girl wants.” Felix said chuckling and remembered “Hey has our Mr.Arsehole called yet?” He asked and leaned backwards to look at the time on the clock, as her boyfriend he should’ve called her when the clock struck midnight.

Her face fell at the mention of it, she was planning to tell him sooner or later that she made that up. But she was looking to end that facade at a better time, it had been over a month now searching for that better time. She couldn’t keep her best friend in the dark like this. “Look I have to tell you something about that…”

“You guys broke up?” He asked almost instantly as if he was hoping for it however he kept his tone neutrally curious.

“I don’t have a boyfriend who’s studying in Estonia” she breathed as she sat her plate aside “I-I made that up when we met.” Felix was dumbfounded for a second he couldn’t wrap his head around what she was trying to say. “Look…when we met I just wanted to seem like an interesting person to you I didn’t think we’d become friends like this-“

“And this whole time you didn’t think you should tell me?” He inquired sternly as a frown fell on his face. Felix felt as enraged as he did hurt, “I’d never have considered you to be a two faced person like that!” He scorned standing up from his seat to account for his frustration.

“I’m not!” Exclaiming she replied sensing the rightful hurt and anger radiating off of him, “Felix, seriously I was planning to tell you about this.”

“When? When were you planning to tell me huh?” He asked as he rested his hands on his waist demanding an answer.

She didn’t have an answer for that because she knew this conversation would lead a follow up conversation which would require her to explain about her father to him, that situation is what she was running from. “I..I am sorry felix.” She said. She felt awful not being able to say ‘hear me out.’ Because he so clearly wanted to, he wanted the rational explanation she had but couldn’t tell him.

“Sorry?” He scoffed looking away for a second, “Who was it then? On the phone that night?” He seethed and waited for her to reply, everything within him begged for her to come up with an explanation which would make his feelings for her warranted for again. He had those this entire time, he’d known her boyfriend and her would eventually break up. He was looking forward to this moment ever since he met her but this was the most unideal situation.

Y/n’s silence agitated him even more so, he couldn’t stomach he’d have to let go off his feelings for her. It had been a long while he’d felt like this for someone, this deeply and unwaveringly and he could feel his heart having to say goodbye to it all soon enough and he hated that she couldn’t even reply or meet his gaze. “You owe me an explanation y/n! Just tell me who was on the phone.”

Her gaze as fixated on the floor as she felt the world crumble around her, it felt like standing in the ruins. She created herself, the pattern wasn’t unknown to her. “It was my father.” She told him, however much she wanted to lie with something else she felt like she’d reached a dead end. “I’m not on the best terms with him” and I didn’t want you to see me as another spoilt brat that night, I didn’t want you to think I’m another awful ungrateful child, I didn’t want to open up then as I don’t now.

“And? How so” He asked, it felt like he had to push it out of her to speak but he would, with two strides he reached upto her seat and held her face in his hands, “I am not asking a lot of you am I? Why are you doing this to me? I want your hurt and your truth as raw as it is, I want it as I want all of you, fairly I deserve it. Please. Please talk to me y/n.” Tears brimmed her eyes as she held his hands in hers and pulled them away from her face. The desperation in his voice made it worse as she stood out of her seat.

“I was..I was supposed to go home, back to New York for summer. But my father cancelled it last moment.” She told him with a sigh turning slightly to the side from him, she could not say this to his face without breaking down. Opening up felt like being knifed from the inside. “And I was talking to him about it on the phone, I just didn’t want to tell you then.”

“Why did he cancel it?” He asked and moved her to face him.

By now she realise she couldn’t beat around the bush this way, he wouldn’t move past this and she couldn’t lie now “He said I’m not wanted back home.” She told him redirecting her father’s words. “He had a big launch for the company, it’s bad PR for him and he doesn’t like me around on big occasions.”

“What about your mum?” He asked softly and noticed how she felt silent to muster up proper words.

“My mum’s not—“ y/n breathed “she died giving birth to me. Labor complications at the hospital” she said as mildly as she could, this was her truth, the loss that defined her and it was strange how it hurt the same narrating it each time.

Felix was speechless as his gaze softened it took a lot in him to fathom her grief because she never looked it, “that’s why you got emotional back there, with the surprise.” He thought out loud.

“Yeah my dad forbade it…celebrating my birthday.” She mentioned, she’d grown up to digest it too. Who would deserve a celebration on the day their mother died?

“What about as a child?” He asked really shocked, he got the idea she was emotional and probably didn’t have the best birthdays but absolutely none?

“Not really, my nanny would get me cupcakes with candles till I was six and I was a sheltered kid so that was an ideal birthday to me” she said plainly “But I was-I think I turned 11, the house help with our kitchen staff organised me a small party it was on the kitchen table, balloons and chocolate cake…but my dad got home early that day, he tore down the happy birthday banner, threw the cake and the gifts, fired the staff and I was grounded, I haven’t really celebrated since.”

“At eleven?” He said taking in a sharp breath, it was more than a difficult life for a child to grow up without their mother and have a father like hers. “That’s just cruel”

“My birthday is a dreadful day for him, he loved my mum very much” she said trying to give him the reasoning she gave herself. Both of them were sitting on the floor cross legged leaning by the wall.

“You were a child. He resents your birthday’s enigma in the shadow of his grief.” Felix told her.

“He was a different man once, before me” she tried explaining it to him, despite of how resentful her father was to her how uncaring she wanted to be at the end of the day it was the only parent and only family she’d known all her life. Even her father yelling at her was the sound of her home. “The enigma of my birthday..” she repeated his words with a dejected huff “won’t change the fact that I’m the reason his wife isn’t in this world.”

Felix personally took an offence in that. Her father’s indifference had seeped that poison into her “Absolutely not.” He told her sternly and took her hands in his, “none of it was your fault. You didn’t ask to be born, but as his daughter you’re his daughter. His blood. He treats you with resentment that is a lack in his character. With the loss of his wife he also gained you…a daughter he was supposed to cherish.” He told her what she had to hear but he didn’t mean for her to cry again, opening up was difficult enough for her as it is. Enlacing his arms around her he pulled her into his lap and rubbed her back as she wept in his arms. Soothing sweet nothings he kissed the top of her head rocking her back and forth. “The world gained one of the purest souls with you.” He told her and pulled away to look at her face. Her eyes were full of tears as he wiped them again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “and if it wasn’t for you I’d have never felt this deeply for anyone.” He told her as it warmed her heart with all the pain through it and in his arms, for now, the world seemed just fine.

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HIIII this is a new acc and English isn’t my first language also I’m a struggling stem major who writes to get over a bad test, pls be kind🙏

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