hell can wait

Felix Fabian Gloriano Forteza Guerrero. thirty. lamia. unemployed. "I go my own fucking way but fuck, am I directionally challenged."

[felix-forteza]

august-ulrich‌:

His shift starts before the festival even begins, and shows no sign of relenting as people stream inside, one person after another. It’s a relief to switch from watching the entrance to walking around in what feels like more of a show of force than a genuine patrol. “Felix,” he greets, stepping into the space beside him, leaning his elbows on the railing and sighing as he cracks his neck. “I did not say anything you did anything yet, but if you have a guilty conscience, you are welcome to confess and save me the trouble.” August shifts back, to at least look like he’s working a little bit, even if this is a well-deserved break for someone who has been moving nonstop since early this morning. Lamia need little to no sleep, but damn does it sound pleasant today. He sighs, and says without prompting. “I am surprised anyone showed up to this today, it does not seem like we’ve had luck with events in the past. What brings you here? I hope not just for the drinks, they have better ones at your usual haunts.”

Felix gulps down his beer, not bothering to count how many he had so far. “Yet. And you and I both know I’m not into confessions.” He chuckles, crushing the can in his hand. He makes a shot with it at the trash can. It misses by a great margin. He pulls out a new can from the plastic bag and offers it to Gus, opening another one for himself. “Guess they didn’t learn any lesson then.” He shrugs, raising his can. “And I like drinking outside, and watching people fall down on the ice is fun.” He doesn’t care what people say about indecency, but he does enjoy outdoor drinking. Fresh air is better than the stench of spilled drinks and piss. Bonus point, he doesn’t get cold even if it’s the winter, but beers do. “Oh, wait, are you working? That sucks, man” 

[felix-forteza]

[ssweeneys]

[felix-forteza]

Date: 31 December 2020 Time: 03:31 PM Location: Irving Plaza

Felix watches skaters in the rink, slowly getting drunk. His life has not changed one bit-- he goes to work, hits whatever the bar he picks for the night, passes out drunk or high or both sometimes. Rinse and repeat. The only change is that he doesn’t spend his Saturdays visiting Clark, tinkering with whatever the homework he gets. That hit him harder than he expected. He downs his third bottle of beer, wondering if he should go find something to get high on. He grimaces as a shadow cast over his face. “...’sup, Gus,” he greets the familiar face. Gus is something of a family friend ( To this day, he is not entirely sure his mother slept with Gus, but he doesn’t want to know the answer. ), kind of like a big brother or uncle to him. “Alright, what did I do now?” he asks with a sigh of resignation.

@august-ulrich​

[sushie-moved]

honestly i dont even play an active role in my life shit just happens and im like oh is this what we’re doing now ok

[felix-forteza]

Me, in any social situation: I should probably start faking some sort of emotion before people start to worry

[felix-forteza]

galegage·:

“Then I’ll hand-deliver it. God!” Gage grinned because he was exaggerating just now, and then bumped shoulders with the other man again. “Well I’m not ‘some people.’ I’m Gage.” He nodded as they walked leisurely, grinning at Felix’s failed attempt at accepting praise. He was cute. “Sure, we’ll have Oreos and Doritos.” Gage jogged half the block to get the door for Felix and waited as he caught up. “They better not be too hot, my friend. I’m not a wimp, I’m just… sensitive.” He was, wasn’t he? Sensitive in most things, more that most people, or at least most men. But in this case he meant his tastebuds.

“Wow. I’m thrilled, Gage. What are you even gonna write?” Felix chuckles with a teasing smile. He doesn’t push back, just keeps on cackling his way. “That you are.” He follows unhurriedly. Hangover might have a word with him if he tried to run right now. “Why do you think it’s called Flamin’ Hot, dude? I’ll give you a hint, it’s not 'cause it’s hot as in attractive.” He remarks with an amused grin he seems to wear around Gage. “Don’t think you’re a wimp. Sensitive, maybe, but that’s a good thing.” He shrugs. “If you can’t handle the heat, we’ll just get another one for ya, maybe something basic, like cool ranch.”

[felix-forteza]

odvncu·:

“I don’t mind. Most aren’t professional enough for desk work.” He knew that many of CKT’s crews cursed and cussed so much that Ruslan felt like they were speaking in a code. Some days, he didn’t understand them, but as long as they got their jobs done, he didn’t mind. They didn’t get too much face time with the customer anyways. “He is a good one.” Ruslan gestured out the approximate size of his wolf dog. “If you want to work, Jack is heading out for a night shift. You can grab a drink if you want.” 

Felix just gives a small shrug. He probably isn’t professional enough for desk work either, but calling someone ‘boss’ is his way of showing the minimal respect. “You should bring him to work sometimes. Should be good for morale and shits.” He only half-jokes, because he loves dogs. The 90% reason of why he still works at the animal shelter. “Ay, in that case I’mma pass. Jack is kind of a douche.” He puts out his cigarette between the fingers, and keeps the rest to throw it away when he finds a trash can. “I’mma go grab that drink now. See ya later, boss.”

[felix-forteza]

miloadkins·:

Milo raised his brows, amusement sparking over his features as he backed up carefully. “Are you? Damn. I’m not gonna lie, if you don’t mind the company, I would love to see that.” Things blowing up? That pretty much had his name written all over it. It was the kind of thing his sister would have done on her way home from work, getting a bunch of fireworks and setting them all off in the middle of the night. Illegally, most likely, and she would have charmed her way out of trouble if a police officer came by.

“No, I’m about to have a nice picnic here.” Felix drawls with sarcasm before gesturing wildly at the pile of fireworks. “Of course I’m blowing them off in one go. Should be fun. Hell, just ‘cause I’m in a giving mood, I’ll even let you stay and watch for free.” He beckons the stranger over, behind the abandoned truck he claimed as a barricade. “C’mon, you in or what? I ain’t got all night.” 

[felix-forteza]

oliversdawson·:

As Felix groans, Oliver finds himself biting back a sigh. Not exactly the most ambitious student, this one – but he’s trying. Oliver can respect that. Sure, their last break was only half an hour ago, but Felix is doing this voluntarily. So Oliver just nods, sitting back and pulling his jacket tighter around himself. “A two-for-one sounds like a decent idea,” the librarian offers with a small smile. He’s bound toward answering the offer and doing that alone when a question garners some attention. One that, in truth, has been pestering him since Felix approached him about tutoring. “I think I’m alright. But before you go, would you mind me asking you something?” He could be asked a similar question to the one that’s pressing at him: why try so hard for a seemingly unwilling student? Maybe it’s the professor in him. Or the librarian. Or, as Abby would’ve nudged him, it’s simply a hobby for a nerd like he is. Nerd or not, he seems to have his audience’s attention, so he cuts to the chase: “Why study all of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for education for the sake of education. Seriously, I mean, I made a career out of it. But you seem…frustrated. So I guess I’m wondering, why continue? Is it just a matter of job prospects?”

Felix has already pulled out the pack of cigarettes and his antique lighter, but stops at Oliver’s words. “¿Qué pedo?” He asks, a cigarette already dangling between his lips. The question takes him by surprise, to be honest. “What, you don’t wanna teach me, dude?” is his initial reaction, running a hand through his hair. He thinks in silence for a second before sighing loudly. “Look, I know I don’t look like the type. If you don’t wanna tutor me anymore, I understand.” He says preemptively. “Well, of course I’m fucking frustrated. I’ve never studied anything in my life. This is hard for me.” He gestures at the books and his scribbled notes. “But it’s not because I was lazy or anything, alright? I’ve never gone to a school-- hell, we didn’t even have a house for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles, unable to meet eyes with Oliver, somewhat embarrassed by his upbringing. “And, I dunno, dude. I’ve missed out a lot in my life but it’s not like I can go to high schools at this point. At least I can go to a community college or whatever. Figure out what I wanna do and all that shits.” 

[flatsound]

i sure do laugh a lot for someone who’s dead on the inside.

[felix-forteza]

mayabrennan‌:

She got off work and made her way to the junkyard, looking for cheap decorations and DIY projects for her and Mack to do (that is, if Mack didn’t get tetanus or something). She had a tote bag that she was filling with miscellaneous items when she got interrupted by a voice. Maya snorted at the guy, realizing what he was going to do. “Jesus how much was that? Two hundred bucks? Yeah, I’ll make myself comfortable.” She took a few steps back and waited for the guy. “Before we become blind and deaf, I’m Maya. I’m new to town. Oh, and I’m a fae so if anything happens I can heal ya.”

"Uhh, I dunno. They were on sale.” Probably a stock left after the Fourth of July. Honestly, how much he has spent on the fireworks is Future Felix’s problem. He is itching to see shits go boom. “Felix. Thanks but I’m fireproof, mostly, I think” he thinks for a second. He shrugs, and goes “I’m pretty sure. It’s probably fine.” He gestures her to get behind an abandoned truck as a barricade. “Let’s light up this fucker” he goes over to the firework rocket he set up, aimed at the pile, lights it up with the match. As the firework begins to hiss, he rushes and jumps over the truck and gets ready for the explosion. The first rocket launches and strikes the mound of fireworks-- they catch fire... “Uh---” before Felix could say anything, the fireworks go off in high-pitched noises and flashes of vibrant colors. “Holy shit” Felix laughs maniacally, watching the junkyard lights up like it was a broad daylight.

[felix-forteza]

odvncu·:

Ruslan liked being outside, even when things were still warm. He liked climbing up and cutting stuff down. Maybe the idea of making it safe for his the newer bits of his crew made it fun, but his work in the lumber industry was therapeutic, rarely stressful, and a good way to relax. He lowered the chainsaw that he was bringing to his truck and grunted at Felix. “You can call me Ruslan.” He worked with his crew. Maybe he was old fashioned, but he still liked the idea of being in the thick of things with his team. “Yes, I was thinking of it. The dog needs some food. Did you want to work more?” He asked. He thought that people got excited about their boss heading home.

Felix gives his trademark nonchalant shrug. “Well, you’re the boss man. Just tryna keep it professional.” Nothing about him speaks of professionalism-- sitting on the curve, a cigarette in his hand, the unkempt hair from working all afternoon under the sun. “Huh. Didn’t peg you for a dog person.” He remarks casually. A quiet guy like Ruslan, he more or less expected... a turtle? or fishes, for the pet. “Well, I was gonna grab a drink if we were done for the day. But won’t say no to overtime if I’m getting paid.” 

[felix-forteza]

galegage·:

“What?! Ugh! Fine! I’ll write you a letter. You didn’t even have to ask. Then I’ll put my letter in your mailbox. Wait, that sounded dirty,” he rambled, then chuckled lightly, bumping shoulders with the other derpy man. “Yeah, library is too quiet. I like being outdoors-y. I think it’s because I’m a nymph. Can’t be stuck inside all day you know?” Gage giggled at Felix then. “I would never talk about penetration, or penises for that matter. I know what to censor and what’s okay, I just… sometimes I forget. That’s no big deal, right?” Gage clapped his hands when Felix offered to buy the Oreos for him. “I almost forgot, you’re very easy to persuade,” Gage said matter-of-factly. “You’re nicer than you think, Felix. Just remember that. I’ll buy some BBQ chips and we can split ‘em. Unless you want Lays Original or Funyuns. Wait, Funyuns sound good.”

Felix opens his mouth to say but stops. “Actually, I’m not even sure if I have a mailbox,” he narrows his eyes, thinking out loud. He saw some people at the lobby checking mails but did he have his own? He never checked. “Yes, my dude. That did sound dirty.” He cackles, obviously amused by this conversation. His laughter only gets worse. “It’s not a big deal. Some people say shits like that all the time... on purpose, usually.” He may not be the greatest influence to Gage in social conventions and shits. But then again, Gage is also a friend with that Miles guy. Compared to that guy, Felix probably is a good influence. “Uh, thanks? I don’t really mind. It’s just Oreos.” He likes to think that he is pretty easygoing and chill. He can spend like a dollar or two for a friend. “I won’t say no to some chips, though I’m more of a Flamin’ Hot Doritos guy. Have you tried them? It’s fucking glorious.” 

[felix-forteza]

Date: September 2020 Time: 07:51 PM Place: a junkyard on the outskirt

“Whoa, dude, could you perhaps step away from there?” Felix warns with a matchbox on his hand, waving away the passerby from a giant pile in the middle of lot. It’s a... pile of all sorts of fireworks which could only be described as a fire hazard. Of course, that translates to ‘shit tons of fun’ in Felix. He from time to time comes here to burn random shits... But today, he wanted to spend his paycheck on a box full of fireworks to see what happens when you set them on fire altogether. “You like fireworks? I’m about the light them all up at once.” 

[tall-butt]

[oatbee]

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