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myxquinn‌:

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“you can’t just say goodbye!” he snapped, but in reality, there was nothing he could do. quinn was walking away and flix was just left standing there. he was right. everything he said was right, even in his frustration, flix knew that, but he couldn’t accept it. 

somethings were his fault, of course, but this wasn’t all on him. “ru is better in bed anyways!” he shouts, not that he thinks the other will hear it-- not that it’s exactly true. he’s just angry, confused, very much overwhelmed. 

stomping back inside, he slams the door a little too forcefully, tossing himself bodily into his bed. 

he didn’t know what to do now. after all the shouting-- all on his part, the apartment felt too quiet, too still. and flix, he was tired and had the strange urge to cry. 

stupid fairies and their inability to process more than one emotion at the same time. flix was feeling about everyone in the book at the moment. the blankets move when blitz crawls out from under his nest at the end of the bed, curious as to what his owner was huffing and puffing about. 

“oh, blitzy...” flix sighs, welcoming the kitten into his arms. “did you know that quinn was apparently in love with me?” he sounds bitter, but if he’s being honest... it’s mostly at himself. how could he know? 

sure, they flirted, they were overly nice and touchy to each other, but flix had tried to kiss quinn so many times-- or at least, the offer had been there, and the other had always put a stop to it. 

the tears prick at the corner of his eyes before he can will himself to stop. “he was always so good at hiding things. how was i supposed to know? he never said anything...” 

blitz just blinked up at him slowly, obviously ready for a nap. “i’m so stupid... i love him, but am i in love with him? god, this is so dumb...” 

maybe he shouldn’t have yelled-- but maybe quinn shouldn’t have assumed... maybe he shouldn’t have been so easy too... there were a lot of maybes here and there, but the one thing that was for sure was that he most likely just lost quinn forever, friendship... lover... whatever. 

it didn’t matter because they were nothing now... 

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myxquinn‌:

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   this wasn’t going great, but how else was it going to go? after all of this, it wasn’t going to go over very well. flix wasn’t supposed to know. quinn was going to get over it. that was the goal. things would get better if he just ignored his own feelings and let it all be. that all went to hell though. everything was out in the open now.

he wanted to argue, but even he knew that quinn was right. perhaps something would have come out of it, but who could say that something wasn’t going to be exactly what became of him and tan. he means that flix would never love him back, but that wasn’t true. that just wasn’t true. 

he crosses his arms tight over his chest, glaring at the floor. maybe flix would have loved him back though. maybe he did-- does... no. it wasn’t the same. sure he loved quinn, but quinn was in love. there’s a difference, no matter what anyone says. 

there is a difference. 

“shut up.” he snaps, voice small. wow, when did that prickly feeling get in the back of his throat. his relationship with tan wasn’t something he was exactly sore about still, but it didn’t mean he liked when others brought up his wrongdoings-- because he knows he was wrong. 

of course, he knows. he has a conscious most of the time. “tan has nothing to do with this. he has nothing to do with us.” even if flix knew he did. “ru has nothing to do with us.” and maybe that much wasn’t as true either. flix knew he ran to the other more times than he should have and his hands aren’t exactly clean with that relationship either. 

he knows he’s stringing the other along-- they’ve had so many fights over it, but the sex, the intimacy is just too good. not that he’d ever say that out loud. not now and not to quinn. 

“you don’t know anything, quinn. who says i would have chosen him over you? you can’t just assume what i’ll do. i was with you. both time! if you had maybe just given me a chance then i would have chosen you.” 

he’s not lying. he would have denied rufious, the night as well as today, but the fact that quinn had already made up his mind for him, that he had assumed that flix would go running like a stray puppy-- it upset him. it made him angry.

“you don’t get to do that.” he hissed. “you can’t be upset that i sleep around and ‘chose people over you’ when you have kept your mouth shut like a coward, this entire time. that’s not how things work. maybe we could have been if you had said something, but you didn’t. you have no right to be upset with me for running off with ru or anyone else, because i had no idea about your feelings. that’s not on me. i  wasn’t the one putting up walls. i wasn’t the one pulling away. do you know how many times i’ve had to stop myself from doing something stupid because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship? our friendship, quinn! because you’ve always made it painfully clear that’s all we were. friends. don’t get mad at tan because he said something. don’t get mad a ru because he said something. don’t get mad at me because i didn’t see the signs, when i have three other people giving me the same ‘signs’ that aren’t putting up walls and lines and other bullshit!” he was jingling, he could hear it in the back of his head, and no doubt the other as well, but quinn wanted him to lay it all out on the table? 

well, then. he would. 

“maybe i could have loved you if you weren’t a coward who let this all build up. now look at us. can’t even be friends.” he scoffs. 

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myxlucas‌:

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so when he decided to take the chance of studying with the boy, he didn’t see a problem to accept, finding it beneficial for him in the end. “i don’t know.”, he found himself saying, eyes losing focus on the pair of thighs belonging to flix for a split second, before he adjusted his glasses. “probably not long ago if you compare with the houses i used to live. well, we had temples, or so mom dearest would brag about.”

the idea of living on a tree seemed exquisite and lucas smiled, fondly. “It must be nice living up there. how did you manage not to fall?”

“i feel like i should know this.” he heaves a sigh. he probably does know this. it’s like the basics of his major, but flix just wasn’t in the studying mood at the moment, couldn’t really get his mind to focus. 

“what kind of homes did you use to live him?” he knew there were many types of castles, palaces, whatever, and flix was always interested in hearing about them. hopefully, lucas was feeling up to telling him. 

pillowing his head in his arms, he idly kicks his feet, a smile coming to his face at the question. “it is really nice. pixie hollow is really pretty.” he explains. however, more than hearing about other types of homes, he loved talking about his own. maybe it was just because he missed the meadows. “you can live in the home tree or you can have your own little home. growing up i lived with my mom in a teapot!” it was nice. 

he misses his mom and their little teapot. 

flix outright laughs at the question, rolling onto his back and sprawling out. “i’m a fairy, silly! i have wings!” what an odd question. looking over to the other, he grins. “i never had to worry about falling. unless i was out of pixie dust.” 

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myhaeun‌:

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“well, what is there to know about me, really?” she says with an awkward chuckle. she isn’t as social as her brother. it doesn’t come naturally to her. this year she was making more of an attempt to be social. to not close herself off and just retreat into herself. so after a heartbeat of a pause she sucks the front of her teeth and starts: “i guess in order to know me you have to know what i am, right?” she perks up a bit, flashing flix a fanged smile. she can do this. she can be social.

“haeun, princess of the vampire empire, at your service.”

“i’m sure there’s plenty to know about you.” he insists. the more he knows about her, the easier it’ll be to find the best way to get her on the team. it’s simple. he would say that he likes to exploit weaknesses, but that’s much too dark for him.

he just calls it his charm. he’s very good at it.

flix gives her an encouraging nod, urging her on, letting her know that he’s listening. he’s always listening. and really, he does know more about her than he’ll tell, but that just comes with the territory. he gets around so he knows who’s around those who he’s around. it’s a cycle, a vicious social cycle.

“wow, i knew you were a vampire, but a princess too. now, isn’t that something.” he says it with complete, wholehearted interest like he isn’t filing each tidbit of information away.  “i know a thing or two about royalty.”

not by his own account, but you pick up some information here and there when one of your best friends is a prince and you’re surrounded by the likes. “not because i’m royalty or anything. i’m just a fairy, but it seems everyone here is royal.” and one thing he’s picked up, more from the vain type of prestige, is most love to talk about their status.

he wonders if haeun is the same.

“tell me. does your family still throw balls and parties? or is it different for vampires?” he looks enthralled, smile still oh so polite and sweet. “i wanna know all about where you come from. i’m very interested.”

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myxquinn‌:

   quinn looked away from the other and took another deep breath, “i’m not asking anything of you. i don’t need a reply or a rejection. the last three years have been enough. so just let me figure this all out and move on. in time, things will go back to the way they were before i crossed the line. so please… just… let me be.”

“well, you did.” he scoffs. just because he apologizes, doesn’t mean that he didn’t say it-- that he doesn’t think that. “you did say it.” 

he doesn’t care what poeple think about him. they are plenty on campus that probably have that sort of idea about him, his actions, whatever, but that was different. he didn’t know those people. he didn’t care about their opinion because it never affects him personally, but this was quinn. flix cared about him, valued his opinion, actually held it to some degree of importance, but if that’s how he’s thought this entire time... 

he’s more than a little hurt at the notion. 

rolling his eyes, he isn’t sure why he’s so upset. maybe it’s because quinn is right. there were clear signs, even just a quick gloss over the past three years, flix could see that the signs were obvious now. 

now.

“and you know me, quinn. you know that i can’t do relationships. you know that i can’t be with just one person.” he had tried and failed oh so miserably. even if it was quinn. even if the prince meant more to him than any of the hookups he had logged and even, dare he say it, the one relationship he can claim. he couldn’t do it. 

he didn’t trust himself to do it. “you know monogamy and i don’t get along so why would you even tell me that.” 

the kiss. of course, it was the kiss. all of the red flags were there, flix was just too caught up in the physicality to see them. he was always too caught up in the physicality of it all. “then you shouldn’t have even kissed me!” this wasn’t happening. this just wasn’t happening. 

there’s no way that he was arguing with his best friend about his unrequited crush. “he brings out what kind of side of me, quinn? say it. i’m a big boy, i can hear it.” even if he knows it’ll hurt him more-- was he hurt in the first place? 

perhaps not, but he certainly didn’t feel the greatest about the whole thing. guilty, even. if he had been in love for three years... perhaps he had seen it before? but... in his own mind, everyone was in love with him and quinn was the only one to put up clear boundaries so how could he see it. 

but wasn’t that the red flag then? 

“no. nothing is going back to normal. you can’t just tell me that you love me and then expect me to forget about it. we can’t just gloss over this, quinn. that’s not how things work.” 

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myxquinn‌:

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he just had to get away and put distance between flix and himself. he needed to think. there was no way he could go back and talk to flix with a level head after everything. he just needed a break. he was angry and sad and embarrassed. he didn’t feel right.

    he needed to talk to his mom.

of all the things that could have possibly come out of quinn’s mouth, flix never would have expected something like that, as silly as it seems. 

and honestly, it feels like he’s just sucker-punched. it’s clear that quinn never meant to say as much either, if the shock on his face means anything, almost mirrored by the surprise on flix’s. love?! 

how could-- for three years?! he’s at such a loss of what to say, so surprised, that he almost doesn’t respond. he doesn’t even know what to say. until quinn said that. 

it wasn’t rude in any manner, not what he said exactly, but it was his tone, what it meant. it’s unintentional, but it makes him bristle, cross his arms tight over his chest and his eyes narrow. 

he gets defensive. “excuse me?” flix follows right behind him. he’s not going to just let quinn leave-- not before he got a word or two in himself. 

“you can’t just tell me that you’re in love with me and then turn around and insinuate that i’m a slut.” quinn didn’t mean it to be that severe, he knew it. it was obvious, but there’s just so many things running through his head all of a sudden. “you can’t just spring something like that on me. how was i supposed to know, huh? you can’t get mad at me when it was you who never said a thing.” he follows him out of the room and reaches for him, but stops short. 

“how was i supposed to know, quinn?” 

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myxquinn‌:

he paused in front of the bathroom door, hand on the knob. blitz was probably losing his mind on the other side, poor thing. flix had just gotten... a little distracted. with a deep breath, he pushed open the door a little, crouching to catch the little orange kitten before it bolted off into the apartment. “hey blitzy.” flix cooed, holding the kitten tight to his chest and pressing a kiss to his head. “sorry i forgot about you bud, daddy got a little busy.” 

slowly shuffling back into the bedroom, he puts on that smile again, pretending to be excited. “but look who came to visit--quinn?” 

it was clear that the prince was getting ready to leave. flix has done the same thing so many times. wait until they leave for a second and then figure out some kind of excuse that meant he just had to go. it was fun, but he had to go. never did he think quinn would do something like that. 

letting blitz down, flix just stands there, confusion riddled on his features. he doesn’t know what to do. he never minds when people leave after, even excuses them, reassures them that it’s okay. he doesn’t need excuses, he gets it. 

but this is quinn... not anyone else. 

“are... are you leaving?” he asks, even though the answer is very much obvious. “i... i thought... we’d hang out a little... after...” he wasn’t hurt, no. he wasn’t, he’ll insist, but confused. yeah, that was safe. he was confused. 

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myxquinn‌:

“good thoughts, i hope.” now despite all evidence supporting his cuddling addiction, flix wasn’t one to stick around after a fling. there was the occasional exception, of course, and he heavily suspected quinn would fall into that category. but still, he couldn’t help but be relieved. 

quinn had enjoyed it, at least, as much as he could tell, and that was all that mattered to him. well that, and, “yeah? you did?” he couldn’t really say how that made him feel. good, of course, that quinn would have that trust in him, but a little unsure. 

“well, i hope i lived up to expectation.” because, truly, he did. he hoped it was everything that the other had hoped for-- but the question begs, quinn had hoped for this? it startles him a bit, that sort of thinking, but he tries not to let it show on his face, instead, sitting up quickly, looking for some kind of out-- just for a second. 

quinn had hoped for this, which is fair. flix has many people go after him. that isn’t something new, but quinn has always made it clear where he stood, where they stood, but these past few weeks with the kisses, and the tension, the second-guessing himself. no, they weren’t like that. flix wasn’t like that. 

small little mewls cut through the silence of his apartment and he gasps. oh, blitz, what a perfect little distraction. “oh, i totally forgot!” sliding himself out of bed, flix grabs up his shorts that had been thrown to the side earlier to yank on. “i put blitz in the bathroom-- oh, he’s probably so mad at me.” pausing at the door, he glances back at quinn and forces a sheepish smile. “i’m gonna go let him out real quick. you should probably put on some pants-- he likes to play in the covers.” 

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myxquinn‌:

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sex was fun. flix loved sex and really, he loved sex with anyone, but sex with quinn was a whole different game altogether. if he was being honest, he was still trying to get his bearings. 

“see.” he breathed, not bothering to hide his grin as he situated himself in the other’s arms, getting comfortable. “i told you that it was all that great.” he wasn’t going to lie to himself here. he was content to just stay in the moment for a little bit longer. 

he meant it when he said quinn would never be a notch in his bedpost, but maybe there was more to his wondering. maybe this could go somewhere. after that, he wasn’t going to deny that maybe, just maybe he was a little more than curious. 

he only pulls himself away for just a moment, just long enough to lean up and tug at the sheet they’ve managed to kick to the end of the bed, pulling it up to ward off the chill now that they’re starting to cool down, sweat making him feel sticky. 

settling himself back down, shamelessly still pawing over quinn, he peeks at him expectantly, a bit of an underlying timidness to his expression. “well? earth to quinn. are you still alive?” 

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myxquinn‌:

he wasn’t sure what he expected. refusal, mostly. maybe for quinn to laugh at him, take it as a joke, but never did he expect the answer he got. 

“show you?” show him. right, he could do that. he was very good at show and touch. with a deep breath, he got to his feet. “i can show you.” and really, he didn’t feel as brave or in control as he usually did when faced with this type of thing. 

but then again, quinn wasn’t his usual sort of company in this type of situation. he crosses the room, hands hovering in the air for just a moment, just that one second longer that he needed to build up his courage before he’s grabbing quinn’s hands and standing on his toes to press a soft kiss. 

“i’ll show you.” he repeated, stepping away and gently pulling the other other to the bed. “i will warn you...” flix tries to tease. he tries. he won’t let this be awkward. “you might get addicted. i’ve been told that people just can’t get enough once they’ve had a piece of me.” 

hands flat on the prince’s chest, he gives him a little shove, not wasting any time as he climbs into his lap, just like last time. “but... you’re interested too... right?” he has to be sure. he just has to ask. it can’t be only him who wants this-- but then again, quinn wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t... but what if... there’s always that what if. 

he cards his fingers through the other’s hair, sitting firm in his lap. “you want... this, right?” want him? that was what was on the tip of of tongue, but somehow, he just couldn’t get it out. 

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myxquinn‌:

“asked you what?” he scoffed. “hey quinn, why haven’t you fucked anyone yet? you a prude or what?” less bratty. he needed to tone it down, but he couldn’t help himself. flix couldn’t place if he what he was angry about-- if he was even angry. he wasn’t happy, that was for sure. “you know that i don’t pry like that. i was waiting for you to say something.” 

but then quinn was questioning him and flix didn’t know quite how to answer that one, evident in the shift in his features, less snotty and more unsure. 

“i...” and he felt strangely called out. “quinn, you know that you would never be just a notch in my bedpost. you’re so much more than just... just a fling.” but how much? 

flix wasn’t sure he could give a clear answer on that at the moment. 

“i am... interested, don’t get me wrong.” but romantically? that was hard to say. that was scary to say. it was easy to date tan. they weren’t friends first. they didn’t have the history that he and quinn did. 

if he said yes and things turned out sour again... that would be on him and flix wasn’t sure he could take that chance... then again, he was going to lose quinn anyways, so did it really matter? 

“i’m interested in where this could go...” there. that was a safe answer. 

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myxquinn‌:

“well--” no... he was right. flix didn’t need to have sex for someone to think he was hot, but that wasn’t the point he was trying to make. “i’m saying i like when someone finds me hot, especially during sex. you think i’m hot and we haven’t had sex.” flix bites back. 

throwing himself onto his bed, he tosses his hands up into the air. “i don’t know! i figured you were... waiting for the one or something!” this was a headache. he wanted to snap at quinn to leave, but then again... that would probably be the end of things. their friendship, their future, everything and well... he wasn’t ready to let go of his best friend just yet. 

propping himself up on his elbows, he purses his lips. was he really asking this? if they did have sex, at least he could try his hardest to convince quinn that yes, it is all it’s cracked up to be and be sure that quinn had a proper first time-- that someone took care of him like he should be. 

but he was also sure that if they had sex then the tension would be too much, the wall higher than ever. 

then again... wasn’t it almost nearly at that point? 

“yeah. do you realize what I’m asking you?” he couldn’t keep the brattiness out of his voice if he tried. “because i want to have sex with you, but if you don’t want to... “ 

he did. he did want to sleep with quinn. it was probably best to just admit it instead of beating around the bush. 

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myxquinn‌:

why didn’t he lock the door? why didn’t he lock the door? he purses his lips. flix actually has to give this some thought. “because the people who usually walk in while i’m doing this, actually want to have sex with me.” did quinn want to have sex with him? the other has never explicitly said so-- and if was flix who put a wall up there. it was flix who was saying no to sex. 

scoffing, he climbs to his feet. he wasn’t pouting. he wasn’t huffy about this. there was no need to be. 

“because it is, quinn.” he couldn’t help but bristle at the other’s question. he’s sure that he didn’t mean in in a derogatory way so flix wasn’t sure why he felt so shameful, but he didn’t like it one bit. “i enjoy sex. it’s nice. it’s fun. i think i’m hot and i like when other people think i’m hot.” vain, really. he was vain if he was being honest, but it wasn’t really that big of a deal. 

he’s only hurt a few people with his sexual endeavors. no double digits yet. 

“i don’t expect you to understand it.” and yeah, he should probably not be so bratty, but he couldn’t help himself. it was like all the frustrations he’s built up over the past weeks is finally spilling over and the other just happens to be in his line of sight-- not that he was in quinn’s. it seemed the prince was making a point to not look at him. 

“you know,” he starts, throwing his phone onto his bed a little harder than necessary. “maybe we should have sex so you can see just what you’re missing.” 

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a titanic moment for @myxklaus

on the rare days that there was no after class cheerleading practice, flix could usually be found one of three places. with cupid, first of all, and most commonly. with quinn, second and fairly regularly, or with rufious, third and given only that there is also no basketball practice. 

today, he was making his way to quinn’s apartment. usually, when the pair hung out, the most commonly could be found out and about, but sometimes, sometimes flix just wanted to sit the other down and make him suffer through a few movies or two. 

(he fully knows that quinn is not suffering by any means.) 

and really, flix’s apartment is ideal with it’s no roommates and comfy bed and plentiful snacks, but on the occasion (not really occasionally as he was a fairly common fixture at the prince’s own apartment) flix would make his way right over to quinn’s bed instead and eat his snacks. 

though, movies weren’t exactly on the agenda today. toting his school work with him, the fairy had one sole goal of convincing the other to help him with his studies. and really, every other time that flix has knocked on quinn’s door, the prince has been home to entertain him, so why shouldn’t he expect any less- which is mostly the reason he’s a bit confused when quinn doesn’t answer the door for him. 

“uh-- you’re... not quinn.” he states the obvious. “is he home?” 

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myxquinn‌:

   act like nothing changed. that was the goal. he’ll still flirt and be the same friendly quinn rider he always was. nothing was going to change that wasn’t noticeable on the outside. any changes would be internal. quinn had to deal with it himself and he thought he was doing pretty well. he also had three dates in the next week and a half. he had to move on and mythos had a lot of pretty boys and girls who have been clamoring for his attention since day one, but he always gave them the brush off.

   it was a bit difficult though. he still was around flix. the other was still on his mind. he wasn’t quitting the other cold turkey. flix was still his friend and always would be, but the line had to be put back and it had to be a wall now. a large concrete wall to keep quinn from messing it all up again.

logically flix knew things had to change between him and quinn. logically he knew that whatever lines they’ve crossed can’t keep being ignored, even if he wants to-- no physical reasons, of course, but that isn’t what's getting flix down. most certainly not. it has no reason to be. it isn’t like he’s losing quinn. 

he isn’t. flix will make sure he isn’t. 

but whatever slump he’s gotten himself in, this just isn’t helping. 

it’s easy for flix to feel sexy, wanted, hot, but he just can’t shake his less than great mood. even if he knows he looks all of the above, he just isn’t satisfied. with a heavy sigh, he slumps a little in place and starts scrolling through the pictures he’s taken. 

none quite up to par. 

now usually when someone walks in on such an intimate and private thing as another taking less than appropriate photos of themselves, the normal reaction is embarrassment, maybe anger and shame, but flix is more than comfortable with himself and the knowledge that he does take the regular nude or two, that when his door opens, he doesn’t so much as look up from his phone. 

it only takes quinn’s voice for his head to whip up, eyes wide, and for once in his life (bar the time he wore that cheerleading skirt during a pre-game night sleepover, much to the absolute amusement of his other teammates) he feels a little exposed like this. huh, maybe he should start locking his door... 

setting his phone down, he sits up, tucking his legs under him and at least putting himself in a less provocative pose. “uh...” but just because he felt a little bare just sitting there in his shorts didn’t mean he could let the other know he was. flix has a reputation and sure this was quinn, but it was a pride thing. “what’s it look like...” but he still couldn’t help himself as he crossed his arms over his chest and avoided eye contact. 

“takin’ nudes...” it was plain as day what he was doing, and more importantly, it was incredibly embarrassing that quinn didn’t flee like he should have. why didn’t he? “don’t be so shocked-- i do it all the time...” he scoffed, trying to cover up his shame-- though with how bright his cheeks were, it was hard to lie about it. 

and really, he wasn’t in the mood for this. why was quinn even here? 

“what’s it matter anyway? wanna help?” 

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a dilemma for @myxquinn

these days, flix felt off. there was something that just wasn’t quite clicking. he hasn’t been feeling his usual personable self. he couldn’t really place his finger on it. maybe it could be the awkward blanket that’s settled over him and quinn (despite each of their insistence that something like that would not happen.) or it could also have something to do with that fact that he hasn’t gotten laid once this week. which yes, he knows it’s weak and silly of him, but flix is used to a sort of schedule. it’s partially his fault, of course. he hasn’t even tried to message anyone, let alone attempt to flirt with his usual hookups. he just hasn’t been feeling up to the game.

“maybe i’ll take some pictures, huh?” he hums, scratching at blitz’s ear where the kitten dozed in his lap. yeah, that might help. with a heavy sigh, he climbed off his bed, taking blitz with him. “that means you gotta go in the bathroom. sorry buddy.” he needed some private time and he wasn’t about to soil his little son's innocence.

“daddy needs some private time.” private time. he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he spent time with just himself. it was always so much more fun to just text someone and have them make their way over, but maybe he was just tired out. maybe this would be good for him. “i’ll only be an hour, okay?” flix smiled softly as he shut the bathroom door on the kitten.

he could always use some new additions to his private folder anyway. ru always appreciated it. making his way back into his bedroom he flipped on some lights, closed the curtains and started digging through his drawers. “ah...” he pulled out his shorter pair of lounge shorts, a little black pair with a rather bold ‘PORNHUB’ logo across the back. he’s never gotten so much use out of a gag gift before.

flix striped quickly, pulling on just the pair of shorts. he took a quick detour at his desk, playing with his hair a little in the mirror he has set up and dug the little bit of makeup he has out of his drawer. lipgloss, a quick swipe of a little bit of eyeshadow, mascara of course— it’s handy to hang around cheerleaders so much. he’s quickly learned how to make himself look so much more alluring than he already was during his first year. “mm...” he hums to himself, giving another quick once over in the mirror. “that should be good for now.”

once he settles himself in the floor, back to his mirror, and hikes his shorts of way too high, he figures, yeah, that’ll get the right reaction. shifting a little this way and that, flix clicks away at his phone, sometimes flipping apps to play with filters. “he better like one of these...”

[myxflix]

.tiny truce

[myxflix]

myxquinn‌:

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    he had no idea how he was going to deal with all of this. it was going to be something, that was for sure. quinn wasn’t very good at being subtle when he was upset. it was something he rarely was and flix seemed to know something was off, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. 

   “sounds good,” quinn replied softly, resting his chin on flix’s head, his hands wrapping around the male’s waist. he’ll indulge for one more night. 

it was hard to ignore the melancholy mood that had fallen over the pair. even flix could feel it, but couldn’t quite put his finger on why. even with the mindless humor on the television, his attention span filtered in and out. why was he himself sad? it wasn’t like he was losing quinn, right? 

they were still friends and it was probably better that they didn’t take any further steps. intimacy only makes things complicated-- as proven by just a few kisses even. but still... there was an off-putting feeling about the thought of quinn with just about anyone else. 

maybe he should just... if flix was quinn’s first then he could assure that the other had a pleasant first time, that he was taken care of and enjoys himself, but all the emotional baggage that will no doubt follow along was daunting. no, he shouldn’t. it was a bad idea. 

he really needed to behave himself. 

it was only after a few episodes and a bit of a personal crisis did flix find himself beginning to drift off. he was certainly more than comfortable in the other’s arms, warm and cozy so it was just a matter of time. 

and he was content to let himself just fall asleep, leave the television running and everything, but first he had to make sure he got his good night kiss. shifting just gently enough to totally startle the other, flix leaned up a little, stifling a yawn. “’m sleepy.” he mumbled, quiet. 

“good night kiss?”