#it started as a drabble one-shot

[kaleldobrev]

Tattoos

Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader

Platonic Pairing(s): Venetia Catton & F. Reader | Farleigh Start & F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader, Felix Catton, Venetia Catton, Farleigh Start & Oliver Quick

Summary: Not only are you dating Felix and best friends with Venetia, the three of you have matching tattoos — something that Oliver simply cannot stand

Word Count: 967

Warnings: Voyeurism (briefly mentioned), Nudity (implied — as this takes place in the field), Unprotected sex (briefly mentioned/implied)

Authors Note: I love the little detail that Felix and Venetia have those matching star tattoos on their hands, so I came up with this little fic about how reader has matching tattoos with both Catton siblings (cause I honestly feel like that’s such a Felix and Venetia thing to do) | This is also my first ever Saltburn fic so I’m hoping that I was able to do the characters justice | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Oliver couldn’t help but stare at the small crescent moon tattoo on your ankle; the exact same crescent moon tattoo that both Felix and Venetia had — and in the exact same place — the right ankle.

He wasn’t…jealous, no that wasn’t the right word, but that was the only word that came to mind for him. He didn’t want a tattoo, was never a fan of them on himself, but, seeing you in particular with this tattoo was hitting him, hitting him harder than he’d particularly like to admit. You weren’t family — you were Venetia’s best friend and Felix’s…girlfriend. He understood the little stars that Venetia and Felix had — they were siblings and had an intense unique bond. But you…you were nobody to them less than 5 years ago. But here you here, the three of you with matching tattoos and you strutting around the estate like you were already a Catton.

He must have been staring in one direction for too long, as he heard Felix's voice calling out to him. "You alright there Ollie?" He asked, and Oliver found himself snapping out of whatever trance like state he had just been in.

“I’m f—I’m fine,” he said, trying to sound a little bit more confident than he currently felt in this moment.

When Felix spoke, not only did he turn to look at him, but you, Venetia, and Farleigh did as well. “Are you sure?” You asked, genuinely concerned about his well-being. Oh, how he despised how much you truly seemed to care.

"You've been staring off into space," Felix added. "What'ya staring at?" He asked, placing the lollipop he had been sucking on back into his mouth.

"Probably Y/N's ass," Farleigh teased, and you swatted his arm playfully; giggling briefly. Your laugh disgusted him because of how sickingly sweet it sounded.

"Farleigh, I'm sure he wasn't," you said defending him. You turned your attention to him, a soft smile on your lips. "Isn't that right Ollie?" You asked. He could barely see your face between the combination of the bright sun and your giant sunglasses that seemed to take up the entirety of your face, similarly to that of Venetia's sunglasses.

"Yeah, wasn't...staring," Ollie answered; his vocal tone sounding a tad nervous; and a little embarrassed. He wasn't looking at you, not in that way; you weren't the reason he was here, Felix was.

"I wouldn't blame ya Ollie," Felix began. "She does have a nice one," he finished, his voice almost sounding proud as he smacked your bare rear in front of the four of you.

You let out a tiny yelp; not the usual kind of moan you usually let out whenever he's heard you and Felix have sex. "Get a room you two," Venetia said, briefly glancing up from her book.

"We have a whole estate love," you winked; both you and Felix started laughing in response.

"Not when I'm still living here," she added.

"I second that," Farleigh said, chiming back into the conversation as he raised his hand in agreement with Venetia.

"Prudes," you mumbled underneath your breath, slightly teasing.

"Hey!" Venetia exclaimed. It was her turn to playfully swat you. "If anyone is the prude, it's little Ollie over there." She grinned. "Ollie, when was the last time you had sex?"

"V!" Both Felix and you exclaimed.

"What?" Venetia asked, her tone slightly clueless.

"You cannot just ask people that. It's a little rude," you stated.

"It's not rude. It's a perfectly fine question," she defended. "For example," she began, turning her attention to her brother. "Felix, when was the last time you had sex?" A smallish grin forming on her lips; as if she already knew the answer to her question.

"This morning," he responded all too quickly, and you swatted him on the chest, which caused him to smirk at you in response. Oliver knew all too well the truth in that statement, as he had a slight front row seat to yours and Felix's morning activities. He didn't see anything, but he heard everything as if he was in the room with the two of you. The moans the both of you let out, the dirty talk the both of you shared — performing in such a way as if the two of you were the only two in the entire estate. He wanted so much to see it, to open the bedroom door, he knew that the door would have creaked — pressing his ear against the bedroom door sufficed...for now anyway.

"Kinky," Farleigh smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

"All of you are ridiculous," you stated, closing your book as you started to slowly kick your feet in the air. "Don't answer her Ollie."

"It was before uni," he mumbled.

"What'ya say Ollie?" Felix asked, raising a brow.

"Before uni," Oliver said a bit louder this time.

Felix and Venetia exchanged looks before Felix looked at him with a slightly devilish looking grin. It was impossible not to love any kind of smile he would give. "For your party tomorrow, we'll get you laid. It'll be my birthday present to you."

"Kind of a lame birthday present, love," you teased.

Felix let out a small laugh. "You weren't complaining when that was a part of your birthday gift last year," he teased back. That's when he leaned in, kissing you in the most loving way possible; and Oliver actually felt like he was on the verge of throwing up looking at the two of you. He had witnessed the two of you kissing plenty of times, had witnessed snippets of you two being intimate in various ways, but for some reason, this particular interaction had almost set him off. Felix was so madly in love with you that it physically pained him to see it.

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[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 4

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and presses the heels of his palm into his eyes.

Im such a piece of shit. God, how could I just do that.

He’s pissed at Steve for not saying something sooner, for waiting until Eddie had something good in his grasp. But he’s angry with himself too.

How stupid is he, really? Did he really not notice until it all came face to face?

He has Adiel’s number memorized, but he knows which of Steve’s beauty marks form constellations.

Mostly, hes confused. His feelings are a jumbled mess and he’s never been good at sorting them out. Naturally, he turns to music. Dio has serenaded him these past few days. Wayne has steered clear of his shit show.

How do you feel right now?

What do you see?

Where would you be right now?

Hey angel what about me?

Jesus fucking fuck. He attempts to run his hand through his hair only it doesn’t get too far, rings snagged in his tangled hair. He can feel the oil built up on the strands and knows it’s time to get his ass out of bed. He doesn’t.

“Angel, Angel, angel. You were my angel. Just not anymore.” He mutters to himself long after the track has finished and another song plays. He’s learning to let go still, even after he’s ended it.

You know what really makes him feel like a dickhead? That Adiel got hurt because of him. He didn’t deserve to get caught in Eddie’s bullshit.

Guilt eats him alive.

His conscious hurts and his heart trembles, tumbled in his chest, but he doesn’t feel the heartbreak the way he should. That world-on-fire and breath burning feeling. He can’t find it.

Like a masochist he wants for it, desires it, deserves it like sinner.

Those last few weeks were enough for his feelings to settle, for his heart to make a decision with or without his input. He tried—god fuck I tried—to feel that skipped-beat flutter when Adiel smiled his way. Could almost convince himself he could. That Adiel’s interlocked hand in his still felt an extension of himself instead of something foreign.

It used to feel like I belonged at his side. Why did it have to stop?

He’s wronged a friend who trusted him to keep his heart safe. A friend who had already been through so much. And Eddie added to that lifetime of hurt because he couldn’t figure it out himself.

Because he was too stupid to see and too stupid to know.

He thinks of Steve’s lips, like he has now for days. Weeks. His heart twists, rung out. That skipped-beat flutter that betrays him.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

He has to stop yanking at his hair like he can train himself out of feeling it.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells no one because he needs to say it until he can forgive himself a little. Until he can make himself believe that Adiel will forgive him, in time.

“I’m so sorry,” this time says it to himself, covers his face with his hands and finally cries.

Against his fucking will he cries, can’t hold onto it anymore. Ugly retching sobs that can only come from mourning an almost.

Finally, after days of like solitude, Wayne creeps in un-intrusive as a shadow. His hand on his shoulder may be the only thing that keeps Eddie from disappearing.

“I could’ve loved him, Wayne. I could’ve—I did. I think I fucking loved him and I didn’t know until—until I didn’t anymore. And then—and then I just couldn’t again.”

I wish he got to know that. That even for a short time, I had loved him.

Wayne, ever a man of few words, sits with him and lets him have his silence.

———

It’s a little over a month after that that Steve pays him a visit.

He’s smart enough to show up when Wayne isn’t home, looking sheepish as he shuffles on his front step. At least he has the gall to look him in the eyes.

All this is because of you, he thinks. His dark under eyes, his pallid skin. The rage in his blood. The almost that he had.

“Why are you here?” He looks taken aback, almost shrinks in on himself.

“I… the boys said that you, well.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, his hair longer than when Eddie last saw it. It slips through Steve’s fingers. “You never came by again and I wanted to see you. To talk? Can we talk? Can’t… can’t I come in?”

Having Steve in his home, in his space, is dangerous.

Those eyes are deep, soften by tired shadows.

“No,” his swallow is audible and steels himself, “Why should I want you in my home, Steve?”

Steve stands there lips parted and hands clenches at the bottom of his sweatshirt, eyes shined over. Eddie takes the chance to step forward. Everything inside him is too much.

“Don’t you understand what you did? I was happy. And you, fuck, you ruined it! Steve! You!” He out of the door way now and Steve steps back, back, back.

Steve’s face is red in shame. Eddie’s in anger. His pointed finger jabbed at his chest, accusing.

“You couldn’t just let me be happy? Why? Why did you kiss me, Steve? Why then? Was it because you couldn’t stand that I finally had someone? Say something!”

Steves eyes overflow, “Yes! I could stand it because I love you, asshole! I thought, I don’t know—I thought you loved me, too. Okay? Me. We both felt it—tell me you felt it too, Eddie? It wasn’t just me, right?

“You were everywhere and everything. You’d smile at me and it was the sun. So close, always right there and it was like we were—we were teetering on the edge of something amazing. And I was so happy, Eddie. So happy that day ‘cuz I thought, it was just us, right? Me and you. Just us. Together.

“But then you saw him and your weren’t even listening to me. You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? You only had eyes for him. You left me there and I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cuz suddenly all you’d talk about was him. Every day and every minute we were together. After thinking, after thinking you loved me too.

That I had you.

So yes! Okay? I kissed you because I was selfish and I needed to know. I needed to know if any of it was real. If there really was nothing there.”

Steve’s breathing hard by the end of, words a wavering wet string of rawn vulnerable pulled out of his chest. He’s looking at the floor, hair covering his eyes, and shoulders trembling as he hiccups.

Then, everything feels still. Calm inside. For the first time in ages, Eddie feels like he can take a deep breath and not fall apart. He closes his eyes for a second and just breathes. The fight escapes him with the last breath.

“You ruined me, Steve. You ruined me in a way that even I didn’t understand. I didn’t know, not until that night, about how you felt. And I’m sorry if it was my fault, if I did and said things to make you feel that way, okay? But I didn’t… I didn’t feel that way about you. Not then. Not when you kissed me.”

“And now? Eddie? Do you… could you feel that way for me, now?”

“If it weren’t for you,” he begins, “Adiel and I… we could’ve had something great. But then you—and I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered so much on why you kissed me that night, replaying every moment together, to see what you saw. And ended up feeling… feeling what you felt.”

He takes the chance to move forward the last bit of space to reach to him, have him look him in the eyes. Both of them mirror images of despair.

“You ruined me, Stevie. Everything was different. It wasn’t perfect anymore, I couldn’t make it perfect again. And I couldn’t be who I had been with Adiel knowing that I couldn’t find in me what we had before. That maybe, this has the chance of being something amazing, too.

I stopped seeing you everyday, so I saw you in everything. I stopped speaking to you, and you became the voice inside my head. It was maddening.”

Eddie laughs and wipes away the tears from Steve’s eyes, they fall faster when he smiles a weak and small but real thing.

“Adiel and I, we fit together; we were good together. But despite that, I didn’t want him anymore. I didn’t know why, I think I still don’t, but… I don’t need to know. I just need feel it, Stevie. And I feel it. I want this. Me and you. You have throughly ruined me, for anybody else.”

This time the kiss is different. It’s shared elation, wet and salty on the tongue, and clumsy as they try to fit into each other. Disappear in one another.

“Are you still mad?”

Those brown eyes don’t resemble gems of green, but they’re filled with incredible warmth and Eddie sees home in them,

Sees a life with them,

It’s own kind of precious.

And he laughs.

“So much, Stevie. I’m mad and heartbroken and falling jn love and happy and so so sure of us. I think, I think I still need some time, I’m really fucked—no, no, shouldn’t cry anymore,” he says as Steve’s face scrunches and it’s so unbelievably cute if he wasn’t blaming himself for it all.

“I just want to make sure I do this right this time. And if I, if I invite you in… I won’t be able to.”

Steve rests his forehead against his, there is heat between them, “But I have you, right?”

“Yeah, took me a while to figure it out but… yeah. Yes. You have me, Steve. God, and I have you. And tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to come over and pick me up at 6 in the evening so we can eat shitty pancakes at the diner.

And then we’ll figure this out together.”

Part 3 <💛 End, thank you for reading and for all the feedback!

[leycorice]

i'm not a fan (i swear)

sylus x zayne // actor au // one shot // fluff // 2k words

yuu (mc) guilts zayne into attending a fanmeeting for the sylus qin—world-famous actor, walking thirst trap, and professional menace—he ends up accidentally going viral... and possibly catching the celebrity’s eye.

"you want me to what?"

zayne froze mid-motion, the water in his glass sloshing dangerously close to spilling. he cast a sharp glance at the bedridden figure across the room.

yuu looked absolutely miserable—bundled up in a fortress of blankets, face flushed, nose red from constant sneezing. her eyes, however, were far too lively for someone claiming deathbed illness.

"please, zayne!" she croaked, voice half-whine, half-command. "i don't want to waste the ticket. caleb is still out of town. just go, just once. get his signature for me, and—" she coughed violently before flailing a hand toward the bed.

from underneath, she dragged out a framed poster—and not just any poster.

there, in tasteful yet utterly shameless lighting, was a silver haired ripped man. shirtless, glistening, muscles flexed just right as he endorsed what appeared to be... cologne? underwear?

zayne honestly didn't want to know.

he stared at the frame. then at her.

"you want me to parade that around?"

"it's limited edition," yuu huffed, clutching it to her chest like a sacred relic. "and it has to be signed. you can’t let this opportunity pass, zayne. it's fate."

zayne pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the start of a migraine. "yuu, i'm a surgeon, not a delivery boy."

"dr. greyson and yvonne said you're off that day," she sang (hoarsely) with a smug grin, eyes glinting above her surgical mask. "i checked. thoroughly."

zayne didn't even bother asking what kind of unholy deals she had struck to pry that information out. he set the glass down with a sigh that spoke of a man defeated by forces far greater than himself.

"there's also a letter," yuu added quickly, scrambling to grab a pink envelope off the nightstand. "and the cookies i baked! they're sylus-approved! i mean, probably! i hope!"

as she rattled off a checklist of increasingly ridiculous demands, somehow, somewhere, his life had gone catastrophically wrong.

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the venue was packed to the brim, a screaming, buzzing hive of humanity. banners with sylus qin’s face hung from the rafters like royal decrees. music blared. fans cried. security barked orders.

it was, in a word, hellish.

zayne kept his head down, adjusting the cap pulled low over his eyes and the sunglasses perched on his nose. he wore a long black coat over a plain grey turtleneck and dark slacks—neutral enough to blend in, or so he thought.

unfortunately, he had failed to account for basic human nature.

being six-foot-one and built like someone who could bench-press a gurney without trying meant he stood out. badly.

he caught the stares. the whispers.

"is he a model?"

"why's he dressed like that?"

"maybe he's sylus's bodyguard!"

"or a crazy stalker?"

wonderful. absolutely wonderful.

the large, cloth-covered frame tucked under his arm didn't help either. it shifted awkwardly every time someone bumped into him, and it took all of zayne’s willpower not to just abandon ship, throw the damn poster into a trashcan, and flee.

but he promised yuu. and zayne, for all his many flaws, never broke a promise.

he trudged through the chaos, finally merging into the long, winding line leading to the signing table.

from the corner of his eye, he caught his first real glimpse of the man himself.

the actor sat casually at the front of the hall, signature silver hair gleaming under the spotlights, red eyes sharp and playful. he wore a tailored black suit jacket thrown over a crimson shirt—his whole presence exuding careless charm. every smile he flashed sent shockwaves through the crowd.

zayne hated him immediately.

not personally, of course. just on principle.

(and because it's technically his fault that zayne is stuck here.)

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the line crawled.

the whispers grew louder.

at some point, a girl behind him asked for his number.

at another, someone tried to sneak a photo of him.

zayne ignored it all.

just relieved that it was finally his turn.

he stepped forward, dropping the covered frame onto the signing table with a dull thud.

sylus looked up. and for the briefest second, faltered.

the man across from him was not the usual fan.

no sparkling eyes. no eager expression.

just a man, stiff as a board, his face fully covered and posture as if he's about to get his death certificate signed instead.

zayne cleared his throat.

"pleasure to meet you," he said, voice utterly devoid of enthusiasm.

sylus blinked once.

then a slow, amused grin curled onto his lips.

this was going to be interesting.

"pleasure's all mine, i’m sure," sylus said smoothly, eyeing the large, mysterious frame zayne had set down on the table. he raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "mind telling me what that is? or are we saving it for the grand reveal?"

zayne internally winced. of all the things yuu could’ve wanted, this was probably the most humiliating. he could still hear her hoarse voice in his head, pushing him to get the autograph on that picture specifically.

“right. it’s, uh—” zayne hesitated, realizing how bizarre this was about to sound. he cleared his throat. “it’s for a friend. she’s... sick, and couldn’t come.”

sylus, noticing zayne’s visible discomfort, chuckled lightly. “a friend, huh? lucky her. must be nice to have someone dedicated enough to do... this.” he gestured towards the black cloth. “go on. let’s see what i’m signing.”

zayne’s reluctance was palpable, but with no other option, he lifted the cloth.

the glossy, limited-edition poster gleamed under the venue’s lights. the moment he saw it, sylus’s smirk deepened, but he quickly raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"oh wow, this one’s a classic. quite the bold choice, isn’t it?" sylus chuckled, his red eyes gleaming with amusement. “so... your friend’s into this, huh?”

zayne felt his face heat up, his professionalism hanging by a thread. he could hear faint murmurs from the fans behind him, some giggling, others whispering, and he was sure this would be the last time he did anything on yuu’s behalf.

“she... has very specific tastes,” zayne managed, his voice clipped. “just sign it, please.”

sylus, clearly entertained, tapped the pen against his lip before scribbling his signature across the poster with a flamboyant flourish.

zayne kept himself alive through sheer mental discipline.

and macarons.

specifically, the glossy little display of pastel macarons he'd glimpsed in a bakery window on his walk to the venue. lemon. pistachio. salted caramel.

endure this circus, he told himself grimly, and you shall be rewarded.

sylus had been no help at all.

the man was a menace—casually smirking, tossing little comments here and there that had zayne's jaw ticking dangerously. ("you know, you have very... steady hands. surgeon, maybe? i wonder what else those hands are good at," sylus had mused aloud at one point, sending a nearby cluster of girls into shrieks.)

zayne stayed stone-faced, holding onto his sanity with both hands.

finally, the signatures were done.

the poster — signed.

the cookies — accepted with an amused glance.

the letter — tucked away in sylus’s jacket.

he was free.

or so he thought...

"okay, picture time!" a staff member announced brightly.

zayne froze.

what?

he turned, slow as death, toward the cheerful staff.

he caught snippets:

"standard fanmeet protocol!"

"every attendee gets photos with sylus!"

"don't worry, he’s super good at guiding fans through the poses!"

zayne felt the weight of a thousand stares pinning him in place.

backing out now would be more suspicious than just surviving it. actually, that would probably be a death sentence. he can already see it. him being the face of every fans' post for turning the sylus qin down...

and so, dead inside but outwardly composed, zayne turned back to the celebrity in question—who was grinning like the cat that caught the world's biggest, most awkward canary.

sylus leaned back casually, one hand resting on the table. "relax," he said, voice low, private. "i'll go easy on you."

zayne seriously doubted that.

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first photo.

sylus held up a hand, forming a classic finger heart.

zayne stared at it, then awkwardly mimicked the gesture, stiff as a corpse.

the camera clicked.

the crowd cooed.

sylus's grin widened.

second photo.

without warning, sylus’s arm snaked around zayne’s waist, pulling him slightly closer.

the sudden contact jolted zayne like an electric shock — but sylus just lifted his free hand to frame a heart against zayne’s cheek, angling them perfectly for the shot.

zayne stared directly into the lens, the ghost of what the hell flashing across his usually neutral expression.

click.

the girls squealed.

third photo.

it got worse.

somehow, zayne found himself—god knows how—holding his hands up in a flower pose near his chin, palms open like an unwilling schoolboy.

sylus, ever the opportunist, leaned his head against zayne’s hands, smirking lazily at the camera, red eyes gleaming with amusement.

click.

zayne could practically hear yuu’s hysterical laughter from across town.

fourth photo.

this was supposed to be the easiest.

simple hand-holding pose. still embarassing, but at least it's a minimum physical contact.

no drama. no nonsense.

zayne reached out, letting sylus take his hand. easy.

but then—without warning—sylus lifted zayne’s hand toward his mouth, his movements slow and deliberate.

the last thing zayne registered was sylus’s signature smirk, the way his brow arched in that infuriating, sultry way—and then the brief, unmistakable press of sylus qin’s lips against the back of his hand.

the flash went off.

the entire hall exploded.

screaming, shouting, fainting—the crowd went absolutely feral.

someone even dropped their phone in sheer excitement.

zayne stood frozen, still holding the position like a man who'd just been personally struck down by an act of god.

sylus lowered their hands slowly, his grin shark-like. "thanks for coming," he murmured—a private murmur pitched low enough that only zayne could hear. "i hope the next time we meet, you'll take off your little disguise, yeah?"

zayne swallowed down the urge to turn around and flee at light speed. his mind had reverted back to one pure, surviving thought.

macarons.

he was going to buy the entire damn shop.

maybe two.

maybe open his own bakery just to bleach his memory clean.

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by the time zayne made it back to yuu’s apartment, he was dead on his feet.

he had barely shoved the signed merchandise into yuu’s outstretched hands before retreating to the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, stirring chicken porridge on the stove like a man trying to reclaim the last shred of his dignity.

yuu, for her part, looked rejuvenated. the second he had crossed the threshold with that signed poster, she had practically levitated off her sickbed, screeching her thanks until her voice cracked.

now, wrapped burrito-style in a blanket, she was scrolling madly through her phone, giggling like a hyena with bronchitis to see all the pictures from fansites.

the smell of ginger and sesame oil filled the air, a comforting feeling to the madness of the day.

he ladled the porridge carefully, methodically, into a bowl, sprinkling just the right amount of green onions on top when a sudden screech broke the calm.

"zayne, oh my god!" yuu croaked from the living room, her voice hoarse and broken from the earlier shouting marathon.

he flinched, nearly dropping the bowl.

"you’re trending!" she gasped, practically vibrating where she sat, clutching her phone like a lifeline.

zayne set the bowl down, dread settling in his gut like a stone.

"...trending?" he repeated slowly, carefully—as if saying the word wrong might make it less real. “what are you talking about?”

“i mean, you! you’re everywhere right now!” yuu rasped, unable to hide her delight. “the internet’s going crazy over you!”

zayne felt a sudden pit in his stomach. “what do you mean... ‘me’?”

“hold on, let me show you!” yuu coughed, swiping furiously on her phone. “okay, here’s one! ‘mysterious handsome guy steals the spotlight at sylus’s fan meeting!’ oh, and this one: ‘who is the masked man that sylus couldn’t stop flirting with?’”

zayne froze, the spoon in his hand hovering over the pot. “you’ve got to be kidding.”

"i’m not! look!" yuu hacked a cough but shoved the phone at him enthusiastically. the screen was so bright it nearly blinded him.

against his better judgment, zayne leaned in.

#mysterioushandsomefan

#sylusfanboy

#sylusfanmeet

#whoishe

there were photos. dozens.

from every possible angle.

there he was, stiff and expressionless, making an awkward finger heart.

there he was again, visibly malfunctioning as sylus draped an arm around his waist.

the flower pose.

the hand kiss.

the hand kiss.

zoomed in.

filtered.

gif’d.

someone even slowed it down dramatically with soft romantic music overlay.

zayne stared at it all, feeling like he just aged ten years in the span of one minute.

"you're famous!" yuu rasped gleefully. "people are calling you sylus’s secret boyfriend. oh my god, zayne, you’re basically an internet darling now."

zayne felt his stomach drop. “a what?”

yuu let out a wheezing laugh. “oh, you sweet summer child. people are shipping you two. you and sylus are a new ‘it’ couple on the internet.”

zayne blinked. he felt lightheaded. “i’m going to faint.”

“please don’t,” yuu teased, wiping tears from her eyes. “oh! and—wait for it,” she continued, barely able to contain her excitement, “sylus just tweeted. about you.”

zayne felt the ground shift beneath him. did someone curse him today or something? was it the macarons? all he did was ate more than ten of them what why how—

she tapped on her screen and read aloud, her voice cracking with glee. “look, it says: ‘had a great time at the fan meeting today. special shoutout to the tall, dark, and handsome mystery man who kept me on my toes. hope to see you again, handsome. wink wink’”

zayne stared at her, utterly speechless. “he... he didn’t.”

“oh, but he did,” yuu cackled, shaking her phone for emphasis. “looks like someone caught his attention~”

zayne sank onto the nearest chair, putting his head in his hands. his life as a surgeon had prepared him for a lot—stress, long hours, even life-or-death situations—but nothing had prepared him for this.

he suddenly felt deeply, deeply grateful that his only account—a private, locked one for family and a few old classmates—was shielded from the public eye.

within minutes, people were theorizing:

was he a celebrity too?

was he a secret model?

was he sylus’s boyfriend?

was he a doctor (cue the medical forums getting involved)?

one post simply screamed, "he's built like a god, no way he's normal."

yuu slurped porridge happily beside him, scrolling through the chaos she had unleashed.

"hey," she said between bites, "if you ever get free tickets to his movie premier, can you give one to me too?"

he groaned into his hands.

"can i sue you for emotional damage?"

[whorediaries-09]

afterglow;

pairing- felix catton x reader warning(s) - hurt/comfort. (let me know if i should add more.) a/n- accepting requests for characters from saltburn!

the slut club

'why'd I have to break what I love so much? it's on your face, don't walk away, I need to say

he wasn't stupid. he was rather someone who preferred not to study. he was smart, and caught on to what you were trying to teach pretty fast. you wondered why you'd been chosen to tutor him while he pretty much could've learnt all the things were explaining by himself. you felt inferior to him, to his large circle of friends and his charm. you didn't feel 'cool' enough to be his friend, and somewhere along your thoughts, you may have been intimidated solely by his presence.

'so, tomorrow at 6 pm, library, sound good?' he asked, walking backwards. you clutched your books closer to your chest, as you walked forward.

'yeah, but you'll topple and fall if you walk like that, careful felix,' you warned. he winked, joining you as he walked side by side. he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body. the deep rich scent of mahogany and cigarettes ghosted you.

you moved away from his touch. your clothes felt too sticky, books too heavy. the sun was scorching down upon you. your stomach felt too bulged. you were tired, horrendously so. it wasn't your day, it made you want to tear off your hair, rip off your skin.

'i was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? me and you?' he asks, stopping you at your tracks. you take in a deep breath, your mind flashing different ways to dodge the situation. it's not that hard you think. slowly you gulp,

'felix, are you out of your mind? who gave you this stupid dare?'

he stares at you with an intense look in his eyes. and maybe you want to believe him, even if you rationally know he's pulling your leg. because everyone loved him. it was impossible not to love him. he was a perfect fantasy, someone who didn't seem to be real. he was a gateway to an escape from reality.

'i- i'm- i should go,' he says, turning on his heels. you watch him go, as the sunset paints it's hues on the sky. the dull hotness creeps into your heart, burning with an insatiable intensity that leaves you heaving. you feel terrible, as if you'd attacked him without reason, but you knew, you weren't wrong. it must have been a dare that farleigh had given him to complete.

*****

the knocks on your door grew aggressively louder. it wasn't a fragment of your dreams you realized, as you opened your eyes. the moonlight peeked through your curtains. you slipped you feet into your slippers, rubbing your eyes.

the college party invite hadn't reached you. it was too late to deal with drunk people shenanigans, but with the progressively loud knocks on the door, you doubted you'd be able to sleep. maybe it was the best option to chase the one who was causing the ruckus outside your door.

when you unlocked the door, a breathless felix towered over your body. he stared at you red, hollow eyed. he reeked of beer and cigarettes. he stumbled, closing the gap between you. pushing the door close with his feet, he breathed in your scent. he sighed, pulling you closer.

'j-just let me embrace you. you're so warm,' you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling yourself apart from his hold. you stared into his hazel like eyes, which were like sunlit branches or the moss covered oak. you tried to decipher his feelings, his true intentions.

'felix, can you please sit down for a moment?' you whispered. he nodded, sitting on your bedding. you sat down on your knees beside him. his palm travelled up to your cheek, stroking the skin. you smiled at him, holding his hand. you felt broken and hurt.

'do you really hate me that much?' he asked, tilting his head at an angle. he smiled, despite the tears that pooled on his waterline, waiting for you to answer.

'i-i don't hate you,'

'then why won't you go out with me?'

'because- well because you- you're you! and i- i'm me.'

'if it it's some sort of metaphorical bullshit then i don't get it. but what i do get it is that i really fucking like you. something about you feels so legit, so fucking real. like i want to know you, but you keep hiding from me, keep escaping me. you don't even talk to me except when you're scolding me...' you breathed heavy. he was legitimate with what he had meant. and he was hurt because of you. while you stood on the middle of the line of a desire to be solely his or a desire to be his companion, you were silent. you were living like an island, punishing him in silence.

'felix, we're different. don't you see? everyone around you loves you so much. you're so perfect. you're like a fantasy come into life. everyone puts on a show for you. just so you love them back. but i don't-i can't do that.'

'well that's why i like you so much! you don't put up a pretentious barrier like everyone else!' it was excruciating to see him so low. your heart throbbed against your ribcage as he grazed his temple against yours. he cradled your face in his palm. his breathing was tampered and irregular. but it felt like he was breathing just for you, just to you. when he whispered, it was like a secret. a secret just for you and him. a secret meant just to be kept, a secret to be held just between the two of you, a secret to be cherished between the two of you,

'i don't even think i like you. i think i might be in love with you,'

so maybe, he wasn't perfect. he had his insecurities, some things to hide. but he was ready, to be explored, to show his flaws. he wanted you, he wanted you with your flaws. he wanted you to be his reality, to escape the perfect prison he was in. he wanted you, to hold on to you, and not let you go.

so maybe it was all in your head. you were scared. but you didn't want to burn it down. you didn't mean to hurt him. you didn't want him to go, you didn't want to lose him. you wanted him, to escape reality of the imperfect prison you were in. you didn't want him to go. you wanted him, to hold on to him and not let him go. you didn't want to punish him in silence.

'only if the love is worth the fight,' you whispered back.

so when your lips found their path to his, you knew he'd meet you. even in the afterglow.

[fxckingjo]

𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙.

That’s what Dean calls it when his knuckles rap on the doorframe of your motel room. The steady beat of his fist in that familiar pattern is a code: one you came up with when you were kids, playing at being grown hunters. It’s how he’d knock on your bedroom door when hunts kept Uncle Bobby and John out late. Somehow he always knew when you couldn’t sleep. You’d curl up on the bed, and then Sam would come in, and the three of you would pile on that tiny mattress until they came home. 

He hasn’t knocked like that in a long, long time.

Lilith is possessing a little girl. Evil is circling the block. And Dean is running out of time. No one will say it, but the truth is clear as day. Dean is going to hell, and there’s not a thing anyone can do to stop it. 

You open the door, biting your lip as he leans against the frame, his green eyes piercing yours. The rain pours outside, slamming down above your heads. You can barely hear the leak in the bathroom, but you know it’s there. 

“Hey,” he says gruffly. “Last night on earth. Figured I could spend it with you, if you can’t sleep either.”

Maybe this is how the world ends. Not in a loud, grand explosion that fractures the universe in its wake. Not an apocalypse. Maybe it's just the death of the man you love, who has no idea. Maybe it's the end of an era, ushering in a world without Dean Winchester.

"No offense, sweetheart," he adds. "But you look like crap."

"You sure now how to charm a girl, Winchester," you retort. And despite yourself, your mouth quirks into a smile. Your cheeks are wet, and the sky is falling outside, but Dean walks into your motel room and takes you into his arms, and falling apart suddenly feels okay.

"I know," he says. "I know."

[dykekarkat]

if anyone's curious this is the amount of aftg works i have started and not finished/posted yet

my google docs bar of shame

[blackjackkent]

Fresh Meat

Pairing: Karlach/Tav (at end of fic) Characters: Karlach, Florenta the Garroter, Custom Male Tav (Hector Carlisle) Rating: G Warnings: Dark Themes Descriptors: Flashback, Military Backstory, Dark, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy/Bittersweet Ending Chapter Word Count: 2.2k Chapter Setting: Ten years pre-game, then early Act 3

Summary: 

Memories of a young Karlach's first days in Zariel's army.

This fic is a character study investigation of some of Karlach's experiences in Avernus, inspired by this gorgeous and devastating piece of art by @featherwurm. Please go check them out; their Karlach-related art is some of my favorite in the fandom. <3

The ending of the fic is also a response to a prompt from @astreamofstars from this ask meme.

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Sweat trickles down her spine, pools at the base of her neck. It's so fucking hot in Avernus, like being buried in the depths of a coal fire. It matches the burning in her chest, the boiling in her guts. She fidgets her weight from one leg to the other, back and forth, as if that’d somehow ease the volcanic pressure behind each pneumatic pulse of molten blood in her veins. 

“I said ATTENTION!” Legate Jastor pauses in his inspection of his troops and halts in front of her, bellowing in her face. The pit fiend’s pale red eyes are filled with disdainful loathing. “I don't care if you’re Zariel's new pet, Cliffgate; you'll hold still when you're told!” He lifts a hand and cuffs her in a vicious backhand slap across the face. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, forcing herself not to react to the pain. Easier than it should be, really, because everything else hurts too. Her chest hurts and her head hurts. The exhaust vents along her shoulders burn with searing chemical heat. The bruising sting of the slap disappears, swallowed up by the inferno. 

“Yes, sir,” she grinds out. 

This isn't real, some part of her brain still stubbornly insists. No fucking way this is real. I'm dreaming. Gonna wake up any second and go see Gortash and laugh - hey, boss, you'll never guess the shit I dreamed you did to me!

It can't be real, that he betrayed her, after everything they've been through together. It can't be real that she’s on another plane in the fires of the Hells themselves. It can't be real that she met the Archdevil of Avernus, and the bitch cut out her heart.

It can't be real. It can't be real. It can't be real. It's not real. 

She opens her eyes again and stares into Jastor's smirking, grotesque face. His breath stinks of brimstone as he laughs. “Fidgety little fuck, aren't you, Dart? We'll fix that soon enough.”

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[cheriecoke]

it makes me so happy to see more people are starting to write multi chap / series fics on here again

[therentyoupay]

#24 JUST SAY IT JELLSAAAAAA ARTGHHHAHAHNSNNEMWMEMWJAJHAJAHAHHAHA

On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold.

— In which Jack(son) Overland tries his best to befriend his neighbor, one woodworking project at a time. { neighbors-to-lovers!fic, modern-mountain-living!au }

Prompt from @aicosu: Three-word sentences: "Just say it."

ao3 ❆

[imaginethathaikyuu]

literally anything with atsumu i love him and ur writing is always up to par so. i will be happy with anything. but a cute birthday themed piece could be fun perhaps

thank u so much i wrote this specifically for u and i managed to write a weirdly formatted atsumu centered fic that barely went over 1k words. we are so back

contains: fluff, mild childhood angst, a black eye, birthday cake word count: 1163 gender neutral reader x miya atsumu :p

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October 5th, 1995 

Atsumu Miya is born. He’s gifted a bright flash of light, the sound of his own cries, and - seven minutes later - a brother. 

October 5th, 2003

There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner taped to the cabinets in the kitchen. The R was ripped nearly in half, and the colors were dull. 

It was the same one as last year, and the year before that. 

Atsumu walked through the threshold with his brother right next to him. Osamu knew how to say thank you in the right way to get the best hug from their mom. 

They were presented with one singular cupcake. 

“Why can’t we ever get our own?” 

The two boys sat too close at the kitchen table, the strawberry cake sat right in front of them. 

“You have to learn how to share, Atsumu.” 

He knew how to share. There was nothing left to learn.

One candle was mashed in the frosting. Mom lit the flame and Atsumu watched wax dripping onto his half as she sang their happy birthday song, and told them to make a wish. 

Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other, then blew at the candle at the exact same time. 

The cupcake was cut in half, and Atsumu’s stomach hurt before he could finish his. Osamu took it without being asked. 

But if they had each gotten their own, Atsumu would've had more to share with his brother. 

October 5th, 2010

Atsumu was fifteen and he knew everything. He was always right - never, ever wrong, and if anyone disagreed, they’d have to take it up directly with him. 

He knew how to run his mouth. Maybe it was what he was best at. He’d never lost an argument - until his fifteenth birthday. 

He’d gotten good at taking his aggression out in healthy ways - mostly in sports. But, sometimes, the words he spit couldn’t be left on the court. 

He would say what he wanted, and he didn’t care who heard or hurt. 

He didn’t know what he had coming to him. 

The entire team had already abandoned the gym, all but Atsumu and the shitty middle blocker who played like he didn’t know his position. 

Atsumu was outside stretching when his words hit his ears. “You’re a piece of shit, Miya.” 

“Oh my god - get in line, dude, you’re about the fifth person today to let me know.” 

“That many people wanna rip your head off? I wish one of them would teach you how to shut the fuck up.” 

“And I wish someone would teach you how to block the fuckin’ ball.” 

The guy didn’t reply. He took one step in Atsumu’s direction - he remembered hearing the crunch of gravel under the guy's foot. His shoulder moved with the step, and with it, the first real punch Atsumu had ever been thrown. 

And it hit. Hard. Ten times harder than any hits from Osamu. 

The guy’s fist collided with Atsumu’s cheek and then he walked away. Atsumu didn’t even have a chance to hit back - he was frozen in place, anyway. There was no fight in him. He was too surprised. 

A black eye wasn’t on his wishlist for his birthday, but it’s what he got. A lesson learned? Not so much. 

October 5th, 2019

He was another year older - so what. 

The only part of Atsumu’s birthday that he liked was giving his brother a stupidly expensive gift, because it gave him an excuse to gloat. 

Other than that? It was a day like any other. 

Birthdays were nowhere near special to him - especially his own. But it just so happened that on that specific birthday, he had his first date with you. 

And it didn’t even come up in conversation. Neither did his twin brother, or any of his volleyball stories he’d usually tell to impress a date. 

Atsumu found out that he didn’t need to impress you, and he hardly needed to talk about himself. 

He left that date feeling like he was friends with you, and maybe that wasn’t how he should feel after a date, but he was beaming. The hours with you at that hole in the wall bar didn’t feel like enough. 

He took that feeling and ran with it, and he hoped - he prayed - you’d follow him. 

October 5th, 2022

It’d been late nights for as long as Atsumu could remember. He’d come home and you’d already be in bed - if he was lucky, you’d wake up just long enough to tell him you love him. 

That night was different from the rest. 

That night, he would be coming home to - literally - an empty home. 

Finally, you and Atsumu had moved into the house of your dreams that was yours. But, for the time being, you were living out of boxes and waiting for furniture deliveries. 

He opened the door to a dark living room and an even darker hallway, and he didn’t bother turning any on lights to get to the kitchen. 

There was a shred of light there, coming from an old bulb above the stove. He looked around the empty room and what he found was out of place. 

There you were, sat on the floor. A chair was next to you, funnily enough, but it was taken by a round white cake. A handful of candles were stuck into the top. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, the same time you spoke. 

“There’s my birthday boy,” and your voice was all sleepy smiles. “Happy birthday. Happy anniversary.” 

He sat in front of you, right on the floor, not caring when his knees popped on the way down. 

“Did you stay up just to tell me that?” 

“What’s wrong with that?” 

You picked up the cake and presented it to him like you were proud of it, and the size of his grin matched yours. 

“How mad would you be if I just tipped this up,” and he tapped the bottom of the plate, “right into your face?” 

“Atsumu.” Every time you said his name like that, he laughed. “I would kill you.”

“On my birthday?” 

He watched you pout as you sat the cake down again. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” 

“Thank you,” he said, like he was insisting. He wrapped his hands around your legs and scooted you closer to him. “Thank you, baby, this is so nice.” 

You hummed. “You’re welcome.” And you dipped your finger in the frosting on the cake, and Atsumu immediately caught your wrist when you moved it toward his face. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

You kept pushing, and he didn’t push back fast enough - your finger and the glob of frosting smushed right into his cheek. 

And you laughed loud enough to fill the empty rooms of your house, and Atsumu didn’t know how to tell you how in love he was. 

He had birthday cake for dinner that night, and it settled into a sugary stomach ache. It was the best October 5th he'd lived through so far.

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got a request for a drabble? send it in, i might write it :)  

[hazyspiderwebs]

“Y/N get behind me.” JJ whisper-yelled at you. You froze in panic while JJ stood in front of you. You watched in defenseless horror as the bullet made contact with his body. As it made contact JJ managed to counter strike in the same direction. You knelt down beside him and pushed near his stomach in an effort to stop the bleeding while you waited for an ambulance. JJ looked down at you with a smirk. “I could get used to this.” You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself. “Really JJ that’s what your thinking about right now?” “Being taken care of by my beautiful girlfriend is making me feel some type of way.” He responded with a wink.

As you waited in the hospital your mind was left racing. Was the search for gold still worth it at this point? The scene kept replaying in your mind. Someone was trying to kill JJ and they came close to their goal. “Y/N are you okay?” Pope’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “I- um. No no I’m not okay. They tried to kill him.” Your own words were enough to make you breakdown. Not knowing what else to do Pope and the rest of the Pogues hugged you.

As you walked to JJ’s room you weren’t sure what to expect. You walked into a very groggy JJ absentmindedly flipping through tv channels. His face lit up as he saw you walk in. You couldn’t help but notice his heart rate went up as he saw you too. “Baaaabe please lay down with me.” Your heart felt like it melted. Which was becoming a frequent feeling when JJ was involved. As you laid beside him you started subconsciously running your fingers through his hair. JJ responded with a quiet hum as he started falling asleep. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep too. When the Pogues came in to visit they couldn’t help but aww at the site infront of them. Pictures were taken that would definitely be used as blackmail against JJ later.

[the-quiet-observer]

the urge to yap about all the projects i want to work on vs. the fear of annoying anyone and everyone i talk to.

[calicough]

literally created this account because i couldn't get enough of my loser babygirl hazel callahan .. she's so ababababanhwhawhbahwbaba

[sharpvst]

have a cheeky christmas.

once winter break hits — all hell lets loose. each year the catton's throw this humongous christmas party , everyone invited. the manor is overwhelming for people , many come , many leave early. it's overwhelming , the lights , the feeling. all of it. you come back from saltburn almost a completely different person.

every night is filled to the brim with partying , it truly never stops. in the morning you will just find everyone passed out - but when they start waking up one by one . . the party just starts all over again.

felix , for the first night at least keeps it lowkey , if he's brought his close friends to saltburn he won't party for the first night — opting to be around his family and friends away from all of the noise.

farleigh on the other hand with just go straight into it , most likely he will be black out drunk before five pm. he uses winter break to forget all of the academic struggles.

felix joins the party soon enough however , shagging whoever he can — drinking till he can't remember the last time he had his last drink. it's just the way the party goes.

saltburn this time of year is chaotic , it's pure adrenaline. the alcohol , the drugs , the atmosphere will leave you begging to stay longer. you could get lost in saltburn.

[rainydaygt]

i talk a lot about being itty bitty around alistair, but i haven’t properly explored the idea of making him suddenly Very Big. How awkward he would be, trying to make the lamest jokes you’ve ever heard, trying to curl into himself to seem smaller. But then, in battle he’d absolutely CLEARRR the battlefield with ease and would take great delight in being able to protect his friends. Big stupid dumb boy he is my wife,

[the-travelling-witch]

Welcome back Holly, I hope you’re doing well!! You mentioned starting some fics, would you mind giving us a sneak peek?? 👀

hii, i’m not sure if i’m “back” yet, i think we should reserve that for when i’m actually posting ㅠㅠ as for how i’m doing, i’m doing… somehow?? idk it’s neither good nor bad, i’m just existing atm

but yeah i’m happy to talk about my drafts (it’s my default setting lol), i’ll try getting everything together that i’ve already started (and maybe some multi chapter ideas i’ve been plotting) ^^;

feel free to ask more questions about them or maybe prod me for snippets :]

Crushing Kisses, Ace version [same prompt as the first part (ft. riddle, jamil, vil, idia)]

ace x gn!reader [~50% of the first draft done]

⇢ kissing your friend aka your crush

A Twisted Pokémon AU [twst x pokémon au]

⇢ Welcome to Night Raven College! The students gathered here have all been chosen for their outstanding talents where Pokémon are involved, be that battling, researching or developing useful gadgets. I can say with reasonable certainty they are the nation’s elite! But first things first, what would your name be?

Barbarian Bakugo One-Shot

barbarian! bakugo x gn! fae! reader [first draft finished but no editing or proofreading down yet]

⇢ The Fair Folk and the Barbarians of the Dragonrider Clan have never had much common ground, even back in the day when they were still peaceful neighbours. […]

Bnha x Hades AU

rn mainly young god! shouto x gn! reader

⇢ young god! shouto, with a burning hatred for his father, lord of the underworld. […] the prince knows his father won’t just let him leave the underworld, the scar covering his face a grim reminder of when he first tried. but, really, he should have known it would only make shouto try harder to reach the surface, and thereby his mother.

Solomon Drabble

solomon x gn! reader

⇢ leaving lipstick kisses on him

Spider-Man AU

spider-man! childe x gn! reader

⇢ an encounter with the city’s most infamous hero makes your heart torn between your college crush and the masked vigilante

Ningguang/Beidou Drabble

⇢ ningguang x gn!/fem! reader x beidou (there’s not actually much of a plot here yet, i just suddenly found these paragraphs in my docs…)

Isekai AU

prince! atsumu x isekai’d! reader [10k written but i want to scrap all of it tbh]

⇢ a sarcastic comment and run-in with a truck land you in the world of a visual novel you had been reading. do you have what it takes to make your promise come true?

i think those are all the fics i already wrote something for (that are worth mentioning) and here are some more multi-chapter fics i’m plotting (obviously i have no snippets for these yet)

aventurine x gn! reader

⇢ your pretty co-worker hides a very big secret

knight! childe x royalty! reader [angst]

⇢ how much would you risk to be with the one you love?

merman! [character] x gn! reader

⇢ In your home town it was customary to throw a bottled letter into the ocean on the night before your birthday, believing the waves will return your wishes to you when the time is right. Despite being sceptical of the tradition, you go along with it, only to find yourself in the most unexpected pen pal situation. Unbeknownst to you, however, the other side has been courting you [for a while now]. And you’ve been accepting.

if you made it all the way down here, wow thank you!! and again, feel free to ask about any of these or tell me how much you’d beg me to write one of them jshshhs